Apocalyptic Dark Age

Thinking that he might snatch the airship, Gao Feng was so excited that he prepared to mobilize all the troops to monitor the entire western wilderness. As long as he found the target, it was time for him to snatch it.

As night fell, Tianshui Well gradually faded into darkness, and the name lights below lit up with stars. Gao Feng stood among the weapons left by the deserted man and slowly closed his eyes. A mysterious and mysterious aura emanated from him. , covering all the steel weapons.

Under the last light from the top of the mountain, a large iron knife weighing thirty kilograms and a triangular spear floated from the ground one after another, suspended beside the peak and slowly rotated. With each rotation, countless tiny iron sands fell from the ground. The weapons fell off. After three rounds, the weapons were all reduced by one-third of their size and looked much more delicate. Only the spearhead of the triangular-thorn spear was left, and the spear shaft had fallen off.

When the fourth circle began to rotate, a steel knife and the spearhead melted together like molten liquid. A long metal belt that slightly reflected light wrapped around Gaofeng like a skirt. From Gaofeng's calf to the top of his head, the long metal belt circled three times. , when it rotates, it flies like a spiral drill bit and makes people dazzled.

All of Gao Feng's thoughts are integrated with metal. The rotating long metal belt is an extension of his body. He can make the metal belt weighing more than 100 kilograms do anything. But at this moment, Gao Feng has not made it into wings for his own flight. Instead, I feel the mystery of becoming acquainted.

This feeling is still fresh in my memory. The feeling of creating the Thousand Calamity Silk by chance reappeared at this moment. The metal belt like a python split into thin silver metal threads, like detached fibers. Hundreds of fibers made the metal belt Completely disappearing, hundreds of metal fibers like cocoon threads wrap around the peak.

Countless silk threads surrounded Gao Feng, covering the whole range. Fang Shiyu, who had touched Gao Feng from below and was about to report new information, looked at Gao Feng dumbfounded. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, anyone who told Fang Shiyu about the scene in front of him would think it was nonsense. , but at this moment, it really happened to Gao Feng.

Fang Shiyu shined his flashlight on hundreds of silk threads. The bright silver threads reflected thousands of brilliance, making Fang Shiyu's eyes blurry and dull. He was moved by the beauty of this moment and was completely intoxicated.

Gao Feng didn't realize that Fang Shiyu was close at hand. When he tried his best to integrate each thread into his mind, the threads began to merge. Two threads merged into one. After one cycle, they merged with another thread again. Each fusion was a quenching Refining to remove as many impurities as possible from the metal.

As time passed, there were fewer and fewer metal wires. The volume did not increase by one point, but the texture became more transparent. It no longer refracted and reflected light, but transmitted the brilliance, slowly losing its dazzling halo. Fang Shiyu also woke up. He took out the pistol from his waist and loaded it, and observed the surroundings vigilantly. Even though he didn't know much about Jialuo, he knew that when the peak was at a critical juncture, any influence might be in vain.

The two corpses hung silently on the cross, which made Fang Shiyu a little worried. He was afraid that the two corpses would resurrect and turn into evil spirits and attack the peak. Although the peak was not far from him, he felt the pressure and worry of being alone. , the longer the time went on, the more intense his suffering became.

In Fang Shiyu's torment of worry, less than twenty metal wires were left and merged again. Two wires were intertwined together, but there was one more metal wire. This metal wire suddenly vibrated and floated out of the peak. Next to him, he was about to disappear into the darkness. Fang Shiyu, who had quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed him. His palm felt slightly numb, and a red line appeared on his palm under the flashlight light. The red line had a tendency to expand, which frightened him. He quickly wrapped the silk thread around the handle of the flashlight. superior.

The deep wound was constantly seeping with red blood. Before Fang Shiyu exerted much force, the restrained silk thread of Guanghua almost cut off his palm, which made him feel cold. Fortunately, he noticed it early and it was not really irreversible. At this moment, Only the last two threads were left floating around Gao Feng.

The two silk threads are more than one meter long and as thin as spider silk. If it were not for the faint reflection of the flashlight, Fang Shiyu would not have been able to detect it. The last two silk threads seemed to have encountered a problem and could not be fused together for a long time. Fang Shiyu held a pistol in one hand. Holding a flashlight in one hand, he stared at the vague thread with a dry mouth, feeling even more anxious than the person involved.

Being anxious could not solve the problem, and the two silk threads could not be integrated into one, so they continued to refine it until they were shortened to fifty centimeters. Fang Shiyu thought that the peak had been completed, and was about to give a sigh of relief when an undetectable light flashed from the two silk threads, and it was shortened to fifty centimeters. It was cut into four parts, making Fang Shiyu feel as if his head had been hit by a train, making him numb to the point of dizziness.

Not only Fang Shiyu was anxious, but Gao Feng was also anxious. The last two threads merged into one, and then matched 100% with his thoughts, and they became the new Thousand Calamity Threads. But they were just a little bit close, and they couldn't merge no matter what. Gao Feng didn't know where the problem was. , suspected that the last two threads were Thousand Tribulations Silk, but unexpectedly cut them off after a little testing, failing to meet the requirements of Thousand Tribulations Silk.

Having reached the last step, Gao Feng didn't want to give up anyway. He had no choice but to work hard again, first re-integrating the broken threads, and then testing the solution. As Gao Feng continued to test, a silent black shadow appeared. Approaching Fang Shiyu quietly, Fang Shiyu stared at the peak nervously and had forgotten to be alert.

A ghost-like shadow floated to Fang Shiyu's side in the darkness. They looked at the scene at the peak next to Fang Shiyu. After looking at it for a few seconds, they turned to look at Fang Shiyu, who was nervous and had a snot-bubbled nose next to him. He stretched out his arm and touched the back of Fang Shiyu's neck.

The hair on the back of Fang Shiyu's neck suddenly stood up. Before he could turn his head, a cold big hand slapped the back of his neck, making Fang Shiyu tremble.

"Pah..., I was scared to death..."

The moment Fang Shiyu was trembling, his finger pulled the trigger, and a stream of fire rushed into the ground at his feet. Fang Shiyu, who was so frightened that he couldn't even speak clearly, tensed up all over, couldn't move, shouted loudly, and no longer bothered to disturb Gao Feng.

But he did disturb Gao Feng. When the gunshot rang out, Gao Feng shivered in fright. This tremor actually fused the two silk threads together, reaching a perfect state of translucence. The two Thousand Tribulations Silk were dispatched at the same time, towards Fang Shiyu and Fang Shiyu. Shadows pierced the forehead.

"What are you doing?"

Hutch's familiar words rang in Gao Feng's ears, causing his Thousand Calamity Threads to turn around at the last moment, crossing their cheeks. The two of them almost became martyrs before they knew it.

After Fang Shiyu screamed, he suddenly felt heroic after hearing Hutch's words next to him. He closed his eyes and turned around to raise the gun, just like Hutch pulled the trigger repeatedly. The stream of flames flew out in the blue gun flames, and they were scattered. Disappear into darkness.

"What is he doing?"

Hutch had already stood next to Gao Feng and asked strangely. Gao Feng touched his chin and remembered that in the underground passage that day, Fang Shiyu fought to the death against the army in the underground city. Shouldn't he be so timid? When he saw Hutch clearly dressed in black, silent and pale, a black line suddenly appeared on his forehead. Fang Shiyu is not afraid of people, he is afraid of ghosts.

"That's enough, that's a living person..."

Fang Shiyu woke up immediately when Gao Feng shouted. Then he saw Hutch standing next to Gao Feng looking at him with strange eyes. He was immediately embarrassed and looked at the two of them blankly, as if there was a crow flying in front of his eyes.