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Starting from Sikong's palm, he lost consciousness little by little, spreading to most of Sikong's body.

The hands, which were trembling with excitement, gradually calmed down, and fell into a state of paralysis, heavy, like an alcoholic who had been drunk for many days!

Sikong's eyes moved, and he saw a small amount of condensation flowing out of the fragments of the mecha in his palm!

Although this mecha, I don't know what kind of transformation has taken place, it has actually become a kind of life core of humanoid creatures, but it can't change the fact that it is a standard unit that served in the Empire 80,000 years ago.

It is owned by human beings.

Naturally, it must conform to the characteristics of the mecha, and in order to prolong the life of the mecha and reduce the time and dust loss of precious parts, almost every mecha is loaded with condensate, once the mecha is out of battle and falls into silence, the condensate will soak the mecha, which is equivalent to post-war healing.

Depending on the type and model of the mecha, the condensate will be different.

Perhaps with today's Imperial Technology, it has switched to other more effective and inexpensive materials, which are non-toxic and harmless, and can even be recycled many times.

But 80,000 years ago, the condensate used by any mecha was highly poisonous!

'Plop! ’

Sikong lay straight on his back, his legs stretched straight, like a piece of wood, and he fell to the ground and bounced.

The numb touch came to Sikong's neck, and Sikong's tongue seemed to be knotted, and he couldn't say it clearly.

The blood, cells, and organs of the entire body are in a slow rhythm of old age, and the secretion of adrenal hormones and thyroid hormones is almost none, like a snail's behavior.

The Blood of Christ in his body was like a wild horse that had escaped its reins, and finally ran wild for the first time in the true sense of the word.

There is no need for blood transmission, nor does it need to be ingested by tissues, and it can freely roam all over Sikong's body.

Enhancement of maximum efficiency, and even transformation of Sikong's body!

Moving in a powerful, but inhuman, direction.

Slowly, even the poison of the condensate was dissolved by the blood of Christ, and the numbness on Sikong's body naturally faded away.

Sikong moved his fingers, and suddenly a carp straightened up and rolled over.

'Click, click, click......'

Sikong shook his body, his bones were as crisp as fried beans, and the numbness was still a little remnant, but it allowed Sikong to temporarily retain some of his senses and move without hindrance.

The humanoids are 'dead'.

Sikong frowned, he didn't even know how to describe the humanoid, unlike living creatures, which were themselves a combination of some kind of negative emotions, with a thick dead air.

But like a living person, he has his own ability to think and act.

It's not so much dead as it is terminated.

was terminated from some established, purposeful purpose of living.

Regarding the identity of this kind of human creature, Sikong has some guesses.

Magnetic shock is a strange attack method that is extremely rare, at least after the imperial civilization bloodily suppressed all non-human civilizations, magnetic shock is more likely to appear in some movie series, or cultural popularization.

Just because the term magnetic shock was originally coined to describe the innate abilities of electromagnetic beings.

Even if human beings try their best to imitate, they have discovered some special methods for sorting spiritual forces, which are extremely close to the effect of magnetic shock, and even derived the spiritual school of 'magnetic field'.

But in essence, it is very different from the magnetic shock of electromagnetic civilization.

Then the identity of this kind of human creature is about to be revealed.

The remnants of the Xiai civilization, the electromagnetic creatures who survived the Great Chaos Starry Sky Age.

It's just that the way the Nahiai people survive is a little strange.

With the Imperial Mecha as the core, he pinned his magnetic essence on the Mecha, and finally used the mysterious purple-black liquid as a bridge to integrate the three.

In the end, it was sealed in an urn jar and survived for 80,000 years!

You must know that even the so-called immortals in the world of cultivating immortals are theoretically free of disasters and calamities, and they can live for three thousand epochs and have no measurable armor.

But those who can live for tens of thousands of years without dying can be called old monsters and characters of Dao Ancestors.

Just because if you sit on the ground, although you can not be stained with red dust and have no external enemies, but your cultivation is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and if you sit in a dry place, you will give birth to demons in your heart and hinder the realm. As soon as the limit arrives, a life will be whimpered, and the law will be scattered.

If you wander the red dust and fight for a diligent and brave man, you will naturally provoke the enemy again, kill the small one, come the big one, kill the big one, and come the old one. In the end, it can't be said that it is a crusade against the common people. The so-called hanging pot to help the world and preach with kindness is just a joke. If you don't kill others, others will come to kill you, and being able to live is a great skill.

If you are old and do not die, you are a demon, and the demon here is actually a demon.

Evil spirits of trouble.

This place is the wound of the starry sky giant, and there are many urns and jars hidden.

Being able to shoot down the starry sky giant ship in one fell swoop must have directly destroyed the starry sky giant's energy reactor, but the empire 80,000 years ago did not directly hit the reactor, but destroyed most of the starry sky giant ship with great fanfare, completely penetrating the hull.

It seems that they are still here for these urns.

Sikong faintly felt as if he had touched some kind of secret, but because he lacked too many clues, it was difficult to speculate.

The numbness became lighter and lighter, Sikong didn't dare to think more deeply, and looked at the surrounding environment.

Here it seems to be a mirror.

With the help of the light source, Sikong saw that there was a transparent thin object under his feet, which seemed to be a highly condensed product of air, and Sikong even saw his own shadow clearly.

Besides, there is nothing.

It seems that the space at the bottom of this abyss has been truncated in vain, and there is no concept of going down.

'Torrential ......'

Sikong cautiously paced on the mirror, the empty voice seemed a little infiltrating, Sikong glanced over, and didn't see anything unusual.

The afterglow swept under his feet, Sikong's eyes froze, his neck seemed to have hit a steel plate, click by click, looking at his shadow, his face was a little strange.

Just because, the face in the mirror is not him.

It's a strange man's face.

Subconsciously swallowed his saliva, Sikong felt a little creepy, stabilized his mood, and looked at it again, and felt that the expression of this face was very strange.

Although Sikong is not a master of micro-expression psychology, he cannot know the thoughts of others with the naked eye.

But under the perception of his high spiritual power, he can also distinguish the micro-expressions of others.

There was both the ecstasy of discovering some kind of treasure and the fear of seeing something terrifying.

In the end, it is intertwined with a touch of regret.

"Huh?"

Sikong was suddenly surprised, and saw another human face in the mirror not far away.

An ordinary woman's face.

Faces appeared one after another, as if they were presented in front of Sikong, and Sikong counted them, and there were actually sixteen faces.

Nine men and seven women, their expressions are all intertwined with ecstasy, fear and regret.

Finally, in addition to the human face, Sikong finally found a notebook.

Lonely on the mirror.

Written in pen on paper, hard cover title page, and bookmarked.

It's just that the handwriting is a little sloppy, which makes Sikong extremely familiar.

It was left by the man who carved the words in the square.

Turn the first page.

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Finally, I discovered the secret of eternal life.

Right in front of my eyes.

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