I want to embrace the moon for nine days

When the Tai Chi mark rotates again.

Just like every time before, Su Hanshan immersed himself in the mysterious light and shadow, passing through countless scenes and passing away.

But he soon discovered that this time travel was indeed different from any previous ones.

Because this journey took too much time, it had been nearly half a quarter of an hour and it was still not completed. Moreover, the speed at which the light and shadow around him passed by was getting slower and slower.

"It seems that my thoughts and feelings have put too much of a burden on the Tai Chi Seal."

The voice of the Seventh Generation Master rang out, "Hanshan, keep your mind focused. I will try to help this Tai Chi mark."

Su Hanshan nodded, his eyelids drooped, and he raised his hands slightly, with his left hand on top and his right hand on the bottom, palms facing each other, forming the technique of Bao Yuan Shou Yi in "Tian Du Chun Yang Gong".

However, the posture of his left hand, with the ring finger slightly bent, combines the idea of ​​the True Buddha preaching and sentient beings entering into meditation in the Great Compassionate Heart Seal.

Just after Su Hanshan entered into a state of meditation, a vast and endless sound was heard outside the entire light and shadow passage.

Just like the bamboo forests in the vast wilderness were penetrated by the long wind, the starry sky fire was also swaying in the wind.

It is not the endless tiny sounds that converge into this sound.

It is because of the existence of this sound that the universe is filled with vitality day and night, all year round.

This is the sound of nature!
And when the sound suddenly changes after its extremely long climb, people suddenly realize that it is actually a breath.

The beginning and ultimate of the art of breathing and Qi training, one exhalation and one inhalation, the sound of nature.

Su Hanshan's consciousness was shaken violently, and he tried to completely restrain his mind and senses in order to achieve the most introverted and solid state of mind.

At this time, it seemed as if I was being assimilated by the sound of breathing, and dissolved into the vast and mysterious sounds of nature.

If he had not been warned in advance, Su Hanshan would probably not just "seem" to be dissolved, but would actually be seriously injured.

The power from the true body of the Seventh Generation Master radiated, and with his breathing, the sluggish light and shadow in the cross-border passage suddenly accelerated.

All the light and shadows were completely indistinguishable, so much so that they seemed pure white and flawless.

The next moment, the entire pure white channel suddenly disappeared.

Su Hanshan, standing still, appeared on a large grassland.

He slowly opened his eyes, released the seals in his hands, and said softly, "Ancestor?"

no response.

Su Hanshan stimulated the Tai Chi mark and received a vague feedback.

It probably means that the founder has not arrived yet.

It is not known whether the speed of the Tai Chi mark after the boost was too fast, causing the master to lose track halfway, or whether it has already followed to the vicinity of this world and is trying to infiltrate it.

However, another message reflected by the Tai Chi mark is very clear.

The time ratio between the world we entered this time and the human world in the Abyss Realm is ten to one.

Su Hanshan condensed a little blue light on his fingertips and poked it lightly into the air, preparing to use the Great Compassion Heart Seal to stimulate the magnetic field of this place and read the information carried in the magnetic field.

With this skill, one can read some traces of major events that have happened within a radius of at least dozens of miles in the past three years.

Unexpectedly, when he poked it, the information he read was like a tangled mess, difficult to distinguish.

It seems that there is a strange turbulence between heaven and earth, which intermittently causes subtle influences on the perception and judgment of living beings in the world, and also affects the information recorded in the invisible magnetic field.

"Why does it feel a bit like the fluctuation of Tianxin's will?"

All things have spirits, and barren planets also have their own will, but only through the intervention of civilization on the planet of life can the will of heaven with obvious integration trends and basic spiritual judgment be brewed.

Su Hanshan has been to so many worlds, but only in the Wude World can he clearly feel the existence of Tianxin's will.

That was because of the invasion by the zombies from outside the world, which stimulated Tianxin's will too much and formed prematurely.

The invisible turbulence in this world right now feels a bit similar to the will of heaven in the world of martial arts, but the similarities are not too great, probably only about 10%.

I don’t know if it’s because the worlds are different, or because the reasons for the formation of the Tianxin consciousness in the Wude world are more unique, which causes such a big difference.

Su Hanshan sensed silently and found that he could not get through this turmoil and trace back to its source for the time being, so he put the matter aside for the time being and prepared to find a populated place to have a look.

Although the finger just now failed to read the past information in the magnetic field of heaven and earth.

However, the feedback from the magnetic waves still allowed him to judge the scale of the magnetic field and the general terrain here.

After flying easily for ten seconds, he left the grassland and saw a city.

This city is clearly in the style of the 21st century, with high-rise buildings, garden squares, concrete roads, traffic lights, and overpasses.

But the city's greening seems to be a bit too good, with lots of lush colors scattered between concrete blocks, covering buildings and cutting off roads.

If you look from the sky, you can see a very conspicuous airport in the city.

There were many charred marks on the airport runway, which did not seem to be the result of an ordinary fire.

More than a dozen planes either had broken wings or were riddled with holes. Vines grew on the wreckage of the planes, which were scattered around the airport.

"Could it be that this is some kind of Resident Evil or something like that?"

Su Hanshan thought of some movies and TV shows from his previous life. His figure flashed and he lowered his altitude to search for any traces of living people in the city.

Inside this city, on the streets in the southern fringe area, a group of people were walking silently in the shade of the trees.

The concrete streets were broken in many places by tree roots, and the big trees that grew there had a smell very much like camphor wood, which was a bit pungent.

But the crown of this tree is flat and wide, extending in all directions, and looks much thicker than the oval crown of the camphor tree.

The people living in the city today have given this tree a very vivid name, called the parasol tree.

Staying near parasol trees can effectively avoid being bitten by those elusive poisonous ants and flying insects in the city who may smell the scent and come to bite you.

But as the leader of the group, Zhang Dalin was very alert even when walking in such a safe zone, keeping his eyes and ears open.

He looked to be in his forties, with short gray hair, bright eyes, sunken cheeks, and a black and white beard. He was wearing a set of jeans, not for any other reason but because they were wear-resistant. On his feet were a pair of work shoes that were already quite old.

Wearing such shoes, one can walk silently and show an unusual agility.

"The cattle tripe that the drone photographed yesterday is inside the building to the right front, but it's more than 400 meters away from the parasol. It's hard to say what would happen if someone got in. I'll go over and take a look. If there's no problem, I'll harvest it and you can move it."

Zhang Dalin spoke in a low voice, but the people behind him could hear it clearly. They didn't say anything, but just nodded.

These people were wearing different clothes, but they had one thing in common: the fabric of their outer clothes was very rough and looked very tough. Many of them also covered their vulnerable parts, such as their necks, with coarse cloth. They all held machetes, crowbars, revolvers, machine guns and other things in their hands.

After Zhang Dalin finished speaking, he left the parasol area steadily without deliberately quickening his pace.

After walking dozens of meters, he did not slow down, but his face looked a little more relaxed and he took a deep breath.

In fact, he hated the smell of the parasol trees. Normal air smelled more comfortable and the temperature was just right.

Thinking of this, Zhang Dalin looked up at the sky.

It's another sunny day today, and the sun is hanging in the northern sky.

I guess we will be able to see the Southern Cross again tonight.

Such celestial phenomena exist because this is Africa.

When many people talk about Africa, the only keywords that come to their mind are poverty, backwardness, and dark skin.

But there are actually many ethnic groups in Africa, and only people in some parts of West Africa fit the stereotypical image of Africans.

There are also many African countries, and their levels of development vary widely.

This is South Africa, the most prosperous place in Africa. It is extremely rich in mineral resources and is one of the top five mineral resource countries in the world.

It is famous for its wide variety of minerals, large reserves and high output. There are more than 70 kinds of minerals that have been proven and mined.

China ranks first in the world in reserves of platinum group metals, fluorite and chromium, second in gold, vanadium, manganese and zirconium, and fourth in titanium.

However, due to the lack of oil and gas resources and various technologies, South Africa's development is highly dependent on imports.

Gold diggers, investment institutions, and trade tycoons from all over the world have flocked here to stake out their territory and set up their flags, and there have been many collaborations at the national level.

Zhang Dalin, originally from Foshan, Guangdong, opened a martial arts school when he was young. He was quite fashionable and opened Sanda training classes and children's martial arts classes, which he ran quite well.

But several of his fellow students went abroad to work, and after returning, they gave him many examples.

Speaking of China and South Africa, the two countries have had friendly cooperation for more than ten years, with the government earning 50 to 60 billion US dollars every year. There are more than 200 Chinese-funded enterprises in several major cities in South Africa. There is also a good prospect for private development, and there are opportunities to make money everywhere.

It's just that the public security situation is a little unsatisfactory.

Zhang Dalin was not yet thirty at that time, full of vigor and vitality. He was from the same sect and clan, and had a deep relationship with them. He was so excited that he contacted his fellow disciples and decided to go to South Africa to develop together.

After working hard for a few years, they really made a name for themselves and opened their own shopping mall, mainly dealing in hardware equipment, supplying the mining, automobile and other industries in South Africa, and now they have fixed channels for purchasing and selling goods.

I also cook a few Chinese dishes and invite fellow countrymen to join me, and my business is pretty prosperous.

Unfortunately, the world has become increasingly weird over the past decade.

Zhang Dalin couldn't tell whether his current career was ruined or more successful in another sense. After all, being a leader recognized by thousands of people and having hundreds of people following him every time he went out was much more impressive than when he was the boss of a shopping mall.

Unfortunately, he brought these hundreds of people out not to attend a party to show off, but to search for food.

Over the past decade, various industrial supply chains in South Africa have been completely broken.

It is a pipe dream to think that you can buy enough food just by using money.

It is very difficult to feed yourself by farming. There are no large machinery or fertilizers, and you have to face unpredictable plant mutations, birds, and poisonous insects.

Hunting and gathering, this most primitive way of life, has become the last guarantee for people living in South Africa.

Zhang Dalin approached the target area and found that it should have been a factory, with a large concrete square and a tin-covered parking lot.

But the guard room, iron fence and outer wall have all disappeared, so it seems that only a few factories and buildings are left.

Judging from the sign on the factory building, this was originally a canned food processing factory run by a Chinese.

Zhang Dalin found a piece of cement and threw it at the rolling door of the factory. The rolling door had been rusted and as thin as a piece of paper. A big hole was torn in it, and fragments fell down.

There seemed to be a big green tree growing inside the factory building, but it had no branches, only vines. The vines were as thick as a baby's arm and covered the entire factory building.

When the sunlight shines in from outside, it seems to be covered with a bit of green.

After the cement broke through the door, it rolled on the ground for a few times, startling the tree. Suddenly, several vines shot out and stabbed Zhang Dalin.

Bang! ! !
There was a loud explosion in the air, and several vines that were stabbing at different parts of the body were all caught by Zhang Dalin's left hand.

His hands were now as big as palm-leaf fans. When he raised the index finger of his right hand, a nail more than ten centimeters long popped out. The sound was like the blade of a multi-functional military knife popping out and scratching the vine.

The vines seemed to feel pain and tightened suddenly. There was a mooing sound from the tree trunk, and their size expanded a little.

"It's really Niu Baiye."

Zhang Dalin didn't care about the tree's counterattack and was only concerned with determining the type of prey.

In South Africa today, hunting and gathering sometimes refer to the same thing.

How can we collect enough nutritious food if we don't defeat those big trees that can tear wolves and dogs apart alive, fight lions and tigers, and weigh at least a thousand pounds?
The cow tripe tree, for example, is famous for its taste similar to cow stomach and is non-toxic. It is now one of the most popular foods in South Africa.

Compared to more than 99 percent of other ingredients that contain toxins and require great pains to detoxify, this kind of beef tripe is simply a divine product.

Zhang Dalin's claws flashed with cold light as he rushed into the factory. In just five seconds, his body was like a tennis ball, bouncing repeatedly on the ceiling, walls and floor of the factory, cutting off all the vines wherever he passed.

Until the end, the only remaining tree trunk was kicked off by Zhang Dalin.

Boom! ! ! !

At the moment when the tree trunk fell, the roar of engines and the strange screams of people hundreds of meters away also attracted Zhang Dalin's attention.

He didn't even have time to take a second look at his achievements before rushing out of the factory.

In the parasol area, Zhang Dalin's subordinates had already exchanged fire with another force.

There were only a few dozen people on the opposite side, but they were very well equipped. Not only did most of them have guns, but they all had motorcycles. They were tall and strong, and even their facial muscles were very swollen. There was no difference between men and women at all.

Even the hair follicles on the top of their heads were squeezed and gathered by the mutated muscles. From a distance, there was only a strip of hair in the center of the head, like a rooster's comb.

"Fuck, it's these savages again. They don't even care about their brains. Why do they still know how to use guns?!"

Zhang Dalin cursed angrily and ran out.

This type of mutant is the biggest scourge in the local area. After the mutation, because they are in a state of excessive excitement for many years, they will do many things that normal people would consider cruel.

Also because of their excessive excitement, they did not know how to measure the strength of the enemy and ourselves, and estimate whether their losses were worth it.

Therefore, there is no possibility of negotiation between the two sides.

When Zhang Dalin's men were firing, they all looked for cover, but those bastards just rushed forward on their bikes, not caring even if someone's motorcycle exploded.

In a few seconds, the mutants had rushed forward, and using the momentum, they stretched out their arms, broke through the tree cover, and smashed the guns in their hands into other people's heads.

Pistol bullets hitting these mutants could only leave shallow bloodstains and barely break the skin.

I saw the mutant's gun hit the head of a thin man opposite, and parts broke and flew everywhere.

The thin man's eyes suddenly turned red, and he yelled: "Divine power protects the body!"

The thin man, who was less than 1.6 meters tall, rushed forward and knocked the 2.6-meter-tall mutant head-on, causing his chest to cave in, his eyeballs to bulge out, and both the man and the car were sent flying.

"Brothers, these mutants are not ordinary. Guns are useless against them. Save your bullets for the flying creatures."

The thin man stepped one foot on the motorcycle and tore open his collar, tearing off the entire row of buttons. He clasped his hands together, raised them above his head, like a bull raising its horns, and roared.

"It still requires divine power to protect the body!"

When the people who were traveling with him saw this, they dropped their guns, stomped their feet and punched.

"Second Brother is right, divine power protects the body!!"

The shouts of the divine power protecting the body were endless.

The collision between bullets and flesh made a loud clanging sound.

Although not everyone’s skills are as deep as Thin Guy’s, they were still able to fight these mutants to a standstill.

After Zhang Dalin killed more than twenty mutants like a whirlwind, he looked back and couldn't help but sigh.

The remaining mutants have been killed.

But those motorcycles had also been destroyed, and there was not a single drop of the precious gasoline resource left.

A large area of ​​the parasol safety zone was also destroyed, and the fire was raging and showing signs of spreading.

"Stop giggling!"

Zhang Dalin scolded, "The surging blood and qi will most likely attract poisonous insects, so stop practicing quickly."

The thin man's eyes became even redder and he laughed loudly: "What kind of poisonous insect is this? If he dares to bite me, I dare to bite him too. Look at me..."

Zhang Dalin knocked him unconscious with a slap, carried him on his shoulder, and shouted, "Take Niu Baiye back to the base quickly. Do you still want to eat?"

When everyone heard that it was time to eat, they came back to their senses and hurried to the factory to move the ingredients.

Zhang Dalin was carrying his fellow apprentice and wanted to go over to help, but suddenly he heard a strange noise and felt a slight vibration under his feet. His face suddenly changed.

On the road in the distance, big trees exploded and flew away one after another, heavy steel rolled over the ground, and in a flash, all that was left was broken concrete.

It was a heavy tank with a net weight of more than 70 tons, a steel monster created by humans.

In the past, he was the true king of all beasts on land.

And now, this steel giant is rushing towards you at a speed of 80 kilometers per hour, and the sound it makes is as roaring as a military loudspeaker.

"You little brats, why are you running so fast? Are you trying to steal the food and not leave it for Brother Giovanni?!"

The tank that was speeding over seemed to have not seen the fate of those mutants yet.

Zhang Dalin had no intention of escaping because he saw the gun barrel moving and had locked onto the factory building.

"Iron Fatty..."

Zhang Dalin left his junior brother and looked at the tank with a forced smile on his face.

"you wanna die!!"

The denim jacket that he didn't have time to take off suddenly exploded.

The back of Zhang Dalin's upper body was suddenly covered with long silver hairs. His spine clanged and bent forward. The bones in his head were violently deformed and stretched. He roared in pain.

The roar was not a human voice, but a wolf howl.

The silver-white werewolf was so fast that it left hundreds of afterimages, surrounding and climbing over the entire surface of the tank.

The barrel alone was attacked by more than a dozen afterimages, and it instantly shrank and turned into a layer of crooked iron sheet.

But other parts of the tank did not suffer much damage.

Where some of the armor was broken, bright red flesh and blood was exposed. It surged outward, suddenly solidified and turned black, filling the cracks again, as if it had been welded and recast.

The abandoned cannon barrel suddenly fell off at the base and was smashed into the sky by a fist.

A bright red giant sat up from inside the tank. He had no skin, but he was not bleeding either.

His eyeballs and gums, muscles and tendons were completely exposed, emitting heat that distorted the air, and his lower body was integrated with the tank.

It's not as simple as embedding steel into flesh and blood, but the nutrients of flesh and blood and machinery can be exchanged, forming a strange symbiotic state.

Not far away, on top of the factory building, Su Hanshan also had a strange expression when he saw this scene.

"What are these...?"

(End of this chapter)