At this point, the note was cut off. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Obviously, Shi Chu encountered some kind of unexpected accident, and before he had time to record it, he became a human face inside this glass.

Sikong squatted down and looked at the lifelike face in the mirror, with expressions and emotions like a living person.

At the beginning of this division, did he also gain eternal life in a certain sense?

The faces that are intertwined with ecstasy, fear, and regret are also the same as Shi Chu, the star who entered the ghost ship.

And what about Sikong?

Could it be that countless years later, another person opened a corner of the precipitated history, stumbled all the way into the ghost ship, did not fall to his death, and survived to see the faces in the mirror?

At this time, there may be seventeen faces.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Sikong was surprised, and the whole person lay on the ground, looking at Shi Chu's face carefully.

Then compared with other human faces, I finally found a detail.

Shi Chu's face seems to be a little deeper in the mirror.

Depth and height are the words of three-dimensional space.

The mirror cuts off the space, like a piece of tissue paper passing through the middle of a box, dividing the space of the box into two parts.

But Shi Chu's face did give Sikong the illusion of being in the depths of the mirror.

It was as if he was infinitely closer to the space behind the mirror.

In addition to Shi Chu, there are also four people with slightly darker faces, all of whom are the kind of tigers and wolves who seem ordinary, but are full of energy, and their eyes are shining.

"According to strength? Or ......"

Suddenly, Sikong thought of the dimensional array of life and death, which is measured by the value of the spiritual domain, and then connected with the Xiai civilization is a magnetic creature, to a certain extent, it can collide with the spirit, so the depth of the face in this mirror is divided according to the value of the spiritual domain?

Sikong nodded secretly, and instead looked at the mirror that was not the slightest bit unusual, and seemed to spread to the end of the world.

Whatever it is, the truth will come out on its own.

The sixteen people in front of them must have suffered some kind of change, and if you think about it, Sikong can't escape.

Instead, Sikong looked into the abyss, the cliff forged from this unknown hard object.

Magnetic shock, condensate, these two things, Sikong is greedy!

Body self-check!

Gene Chain Integrity: 75.3%

Gene strand enhancement type: unfortified

Self Strength: 10%

Spiritual Value: 24 points

Physical condition: good, maintained at peak strength.

The test is incomplete, the data is for reference only, if you need medical support, please go to the nearest signal tower

Coordinates of the nearest signal tower - you are out of your normal position and cannot be contacted by the signal tower, please correct the geolocation

At the time of departure, each person implanted a miniature communication device under the dermis of his wrist to communicate with others and monitor his or her physical condition.

Sikong looked at his body data, the integrity of the gene chain and the spiritual domain value are okay, the former is because he broke through to the one-dimensional high level.

The latter is the magnetic shock that tempers his spiritual body. Although Sikong's spiritual domain value is as high as 30 points, it touches the watershed of three dimensions.

But after all, it was made by absorbing the other spiritual bodies that appeared strangely in the base green micro-string realm, and it didn't grow up bit by bit, so it looked a little bloated, and it lacked the flexibility of the arm command.

And under the tempering of the iron hammer of magnetic shock, Sikong's spiritual body removes its impurities and retains its essence. Although it has been reduced to 24 points, it appears very pure.

Practicing some spiritual martial arts is more handy.

But the strength of this gene chain is somewhat intriguing.

Strengthen the gene chain, only when the gene chain is repaired to the extent that it is difficult to continue, and the direction of strengthening is chosen, will a certain section of the gene chain be strengthened at a fixed point to lay the foundation for one's breakthrough to the second dimension.

At the beginning, Sikong's strength was 8%, which was very weak, but now it is 10%.

Although there is only a 2% gap, it is enough to prove that Sikong is already starting to strengthen the gene chain.

However, under the influence of the Blood of Christ, he is still repairing the genetic chain, and has not chosen the path of strengthening at all, and is completely passive acceptance!

I don't know if this change is good or bad.

Shaking his head, it was imperative to strengthen the means of saving his life as much as possible before the next terrifying change came.

Sikong stood under the abyss, waved his arms into a bow, and his fists were like a demon bull soaring into the sky, hitting the cliff.

The cliff seemed to tremble under Sikong's men.

Then, the surface of the cliff wall cracked, and Sikong looked at it.

No.

Behind the surface, there is just a harder, denser hard object, and there is no urn jar at all.

Sikong turned to another place, and threw a punch, which was continuously chiseled into the cliff wall, and small pieces of hard objects flew out.

Or not.

'Bang! Boom! Boom! ’

Sikong chiseled a distance of nearly a kilometer along the cliff wall on the mirror, but did not find a single urn.

Instead, Sikong's hands were like spears, inserted into the hard cliff wall, and with a leap of his feet, he was like an ape climbing a dangerous peak, heading towards the place where Sikong found the urn.

'Click! ’

'Click! ’

After smashing the empty urns one after another, a puddle of purple-black liquid gushed out of one of the urns.

Sikong stared, retreated without hesitation, and pointed his toes on the cliff several times, dissipating his strength, and falling on the mirror.

'Plop! ’

And then there is the 'eternal' man of Xiai!

"Gula Gula! Wow Ka Waki! ”

When the Xiai people saw Sikong as a human, they were furious and chattered non-stop.

Then thousands of wisps of insect fetal fluid full of dark and negative aura shot towards Sikong, and it was even more difficult to defend against the magnetic shock and poured into Sikong's brain.

Sikong didn't have time to react, his movements froze, and he froze in place.

Xiai smirked, lifted Sikong, and the sharp nails went straight into Sikong's neck, bleeding red blood.

Then, starting with the arm of this Xiai man, it quickly vaporized and disappeared!

'Click! ’

Sikong's eyes suddenly lit up, and his arm slammed through the chest of the Xiai man, crushing a mini mecha.

"Either go on or ...... Die! ”

Sikong laughed, but unfortunately, the Xiai language was like a bird language in his ears, and the imperial Chinese dialect that had evolved and simplified to this day was not much better than the harsh noise in the ears of the Xiai people.

Seeing that Sikong was strongly aggressive, the Xiai people used the magnetic shock again!

After a few times, Sikong lost his mind and woke up, and the impact of the magnetic shock on him became shorter and shorter.

It seems that it was only at this time that this Xiai discovered the strangeness of Sikong's blood and remembered some kind of terrifying legend. So they threw him out in terror, and in a panic they were about to flee to the cliff.

However, Sikong pinched and exploded the mini mecha!

The Xiai people suddenly felt as if they had been drained of their three souls and seven souls, and they had no breath at all, and they were paralyzed on the ground.

Most of Sikong's body was paralyzed, and he fell straight like a piece of wood, bumping against the mirror stiffly.

After a long time, Sikong stood up from the ground bit by bit, like a zombie out of a cage.

"Ben still wants to keep a living mouth and see what comes out of the question......

Sikong felt a little sorry, but he did his best to the principle of 'waste utilization', repeatedly squeezing the Xiai people who had been terminated, and tempering his spiritual body with a weaker and weaker magnetic impact.

After a moment, Sikong looked at the cliff again.