The world of motion becomes a static picture, with flying bats embedded in mid-air in different poses. I take rivet and jointer people into the invisible high-speed aisle, and this is the world they see through their eyes. I don't think they lack the experience of traveling at high speeds, and it is not normal to observe a relatively slow world in the difference in speed and speed. People use their eyes to observe and their brains to understand things in motion, and in this process they need a frame of reference, not a single one. In normal high-speed travel, when people look at an object that is stationary relative to the ground, they will only feel that it is rapidly falling backwards, and will not seem to freeze as if the object in front of them, whether it is moving or not moving.

In the invisible high-speed channel, even if there is an inexplicable driving force, it is not "fast" to perceive its own travel speed, but only because the things outside the channel are too "slow", so it seems that their actions are too fast. I think that this kind of experience, even for someone with considerable experience and status in rivets, may not necessarily be able to feel it in other mysteries.

The rivets and joints were curious, their expressions and eyes did not change at all, as if they had been focused on the alienated Youjiang, but I was so close to them that the chain judgment was enough to observe their subtleties, the instinctive movements that were not affected by subjective consciousness. The ups and downs of the skin, the shaking of the corners of the eyes, the beating of the heart, the changes in breathing, the slight tremor of each joint nerve reflex, will form a rhythm, and these rhythms will be connected to express some information, which gathers in my mind, and gives me an intuitive image of the recognition: they are surprised.

For various reasons, I rarely bring others into the invisible high-speed tunnel, and more often than not, even if someone enters the invisible high-speed tunnel, they can't be like the rivet and the jointer. Deeply experience and recognize the state you are in, and take the initiative to dig out the secrets of the speed-skimming superpower. I don't know what the Rivets and Joints were thinking, or what they were saying about my SpeedSweep Super, and it was true that they would get closer to the truth about my SpeedSweep Powers because of this experience, but I don't think it was just one experience. They will be able to clear the layers of mystery.

Although I am not smart, I have never been presumptuous, thinking that others must be smart enough to see through these secrets that I have accumulated over time that I cannot clearly understand.

After all, the Swift Sweep Super relies on the power of the Magic Pattern to passively form, which is a kind of mystery. If anyone can see through the mystery at a glance, it must not be human.

Obviously, the Rivets and Joints are all human, even with all kinds of mysterious powers and rich combat experience. And he seems to be stronger than most people, and he is still human. They have the structure of the human body, the spiritual thoughts of the human being, the human nature and the human instincts, and these things that belong to human beings describe their existence and limit that they must be such an existence.

What's more, these two humans nowadays. The first enemy to face is the monster in front of you. Inhuman existence, a special final weapon, alienated right river. They were amazed at the experience of the Swift Skim, but how much energy could they put into it? In the observation of chain judgments, what is felt. The message from the depths of their hearts to the subtle movements of their bodies is more than just surprise.

They are apprehensive, they are nervous, they have the power of consciousness to resist instinctive fear. However, this fear does not disappear because of the existence of enlightenment. Even if I take them into such a fast movement, it can't give them the slightest sense of security because of the obvious advantage in speed.

The more bats we are, before we are about to make contact with the alienated right river, because of the alienated right river's turn, wave, and any small movement, we sensitively adjust our route and modify our relative position to her. Before the contact, we completed a total of thirty-five displacements to ensure that at every point in time that could be felt, we tried to keep ourselves out of the sight of the alienated right river.

The alienated right river is the only existence that appears to be active within the observable range of vision, and even so, every time I accelerate, I keep myself faster than hers. I had already strayed from my original position before she could finish capturing her field of vision, and even then, if she had other methods of observation that didn't require "eyes", my dodge would probably be useless.

It's just that the impact on one's own psychology is completely different between doing this and not doing it.

Entered a five-meter spacing.

The wind began to normalize, and the fall of the ashes began to normalize, and I sensed that there was a mysterious force that was within this range, allowing the speed of something to synchronize with me. The blood-red scarf on the neck of the alienated right river spread out in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it became incomparably wide, as if it had been stretched and deformed by the wind, like two tentacles rolling towards us.

I pulled the rivets and the joints, and at the last moment, I passed by them. We passed through the fluttering scarf, which was like two wide, flat blades that pierced the ground behind us and swung up again, cutting two deep gaps. Dodging this blow, in front of my eyes, the wide and flowing scarf, part of which rose in the wind, lost its shape, leaving only a blood-red mass magnified in the field of vision, as if a curtain had been opened, and we would plunge into this curtain by ourselves as we continued to move.

I took the two of them with me, and without inertia, I took two or three steps back, interspersed by the side as the ends of the scarf rolled back. The left eye of the Alienated Right River, which had been dripping and spinning, suddenly froze and stared at us, however, only this left eye could keep up with my movements, whether it was the Alienated Right River, or the scarf that flew like a life, in my acceleration, their movements were instantly left behind.

Alienated Youjiang didn't show the incomparably swift adaptability of the final weapon this time, she could have synchronized with my speed in the next moment, but when I turned behind her, she didn't show any intention of making the next move. She just turned slightly, and only halfway through it, I was already cutting into the area behind her.

There was only a distance of one meter left, and as long as the rivet stretched out his hand, he could touch the body of the alienated Youjiang. And he was doing that, and I could hear his and the joint's heart beating so violently. Just touch for a moment. Rivets will be able to read the next secret of the alienated right river. In this atmosphere that seemed to be about to collapse, it was as if even the wind, ashes, and scarves that had just resumed movement had become stagnant again. The world was completely silent, and in this unusual silence, it was as if I was the only one still in motion, the only one who could observe this stillness. Savor this quiet existence.

Yes, in my feelings, even the alienated right river was frozen at this moment.

Then, before the end of this moment, at some point in time, suddenly a second moving thing appeared before my eyes without warning.

It was like shattering invisible glass, squeezing into the sealed space from the outside, and I could hear a crisp cracking sound echoing in my head. I saw it. Then, the brain recognized it—an eyeball, albeit suddenly, but it felt like it was the left eyeball formed by the alienated Youjiang with the eye of the moon—and at the moment when the cognition was generated, more thoughts disappeared. I feel that my thoughts are still unfinished, and it seems that I should change to another thought, and I should follow the idea of "eyeballs" to generate more ideas. There should be some kind of consciousness and instinct that will cause the body to start acting on the "eyeball".

I think it should be like this. However, my mind didn't go in the direction I thought it should be. I clearly understood what I was thinking about, what I was in, what I should be thinking, and yet. But I can't produce any kind of mental activity in the direction that I think I should be.

Instead, I thought of the moon god, of its spiritual erosion, and of the pain it had endured. The pain in my body, which had been there not long ago, was awakened by a very strong sense of immediacy. My emotions and physiology seemed to be reversed at this moment. I felt the familiar pain, the familiar sense of confinement, the familiar horror, and the struggle of my own déjà vu.

I suddenly understood what kind of power this was.

The alienated right river devoured the moon god. Obviously, in my heart, I have been prepared for this kind of consciousness walking for a long time, but when it suddenly happens, I still can't resist it.

My mind was squeezed into a narrow space, and it was clear that my imagination could diverge at will, and I could not stop jumping, but it seemed to be tightly bound by invisible chains. I can think of all the things imaginable within this limited and narrow range of thinking, but I know that there is a wider space for thinking and imagination beyond this limited and narrow range, and I know that at this moment, the most important thing for me is stored in that vast space, and yet, there is a kind of inertia that prevents me from stepping out of this narrow range.

I can even relate my condition to the moon god, but none of the thoughts that would motivate me to take action can arise. Once I think in that direction, all I get is a blank slump in the fog.

Then, my thoughts started to beat.

The unchecked beating of thoughts passed countless times in an indescribably short period of time. I could not grasp the shape, concept, and meaning of any of the thoughts that arose in this sharp beating of thoughts. It becomes another thought before it is recognized, before the process of "generating" and "being recognized" is complete.

This sharp leap is another familiar frequency, a rhythm full of immediacy. I felt that I could do something, and I felt that even if I didn't take the initiative to do something about these "frequencies" and "rhythms", my body instincts had already begun to act.

I'll come to my senses, I'm so sure.

However, from dazed to sober, there must be a blank time period in which nothing is done. I'm not sure what things have become when I can rethink those things.

Suddenly, I came to my senses.

What came to my eye was a blood-red color, approaching the point where even my skin was tingling. I realized that it was a "thorn". And before the "stab" movement, there was no time to confirm what the situation was. Before I could think of anything else, my body had already begun to move, and before my thoughts could turn again, my body had already jumped backwards, coming to a place more than twenty meters away from the Alienated Right River. Around the alienated right river, the fluttering scarf cut the atmosphere and the ground, and the hurricane formed by the shock wave continued to scatter with sand and gravel debris.

My pounding heart gradually calmed down. It is only at this time that we can observe other things, and we can connect the fragments of observation and experience to form a relatively specific cognition.

I wiped away the nosebleeds, tinnitus and blurred vision, and nerve pain, all of which were all very familiar.

This is indeed the damage caused by the consciousness power of the moon god. The alienated right river devoured the moon god, and also mastered this power, as well as similar ways of manifesting power. Although I have been guessing for a long time, when I actually encounter it, I really can't prevent it.

I glanced at the center of the battlefield in front of me, and the swarm of bats that once flew was gone, and the fragmented humanoid limbs were scattered on the ground, and it was already certain that they were completely dead. Rivets and joints are pierced through the body by the ends of the scarf, nailed to the ground. The rivet lost his right hand, but was still conscious, grabbed the blood-red scarf and tried to pull it out of his body. The connector seemed intact, but he didn't know if he was dead or in a coma, and there was no movement.

I wiped my nosebleed again, and thought to myself, is it all gone?

This time, the alienated Youjiang didn't even leave the place, and the scarf around her neck was as flexible as her hands, and it had amazing strange power. Even most of the time, it flutters in the wind.

The rivet finally pulled out his scarf, and he seemed to lose all his strength at once, and lay motionless on the ground, like a corpse if it weren't for the heaving of his chest.

Then, with a wind of despair and madness, brought a weak voice: "Mind locked...... This is her third mystery. ”

The so-called "mind locking" is indeed very understandable when it is linked to the previous experience, but even without this name, the previous experience is enough to make people have a deep understanding of the third mystery of alienating Youjiang.

The rivets lingered, the life and death of the connector were unknown, the unfamiliar mysterious expert was dismembered, and I was also scarred, and this is what happened in this less than a second. (To be continued.) )