The sun was sinking into the western horizon, and it was already ten o'clock in the evening, but the sky was still dark, and it was not dark.

The third aura ball exploded, and the turquoise aura energy flicker melted into Luoyang's skin like a snowflake.

His whole body and mind were nourished and spiritualized.

Mysterious and mysterious.

Luoyang opened his eyes, and with a thought, the Eye of the Feather Blade mobile phone floated from the jade and flipped over.

The eye of the feather blade opened, and the green and faint eyes looked at Luoyang, and the strange eyes were like a bottomless whirlpool, which could pull people's souls into it and bury them completely.

In just such a short time, Luoyang has already sensed the result of spiritualization, and the degree of spiritualization of the Eye of the Feather Blade mobile phone has reached two-thirds, and another high-intensity spiritualization can reach one hundred percent. At that time, it will have a "memory space", and its strength will be even stronger!

With the improvement of research and strength in this area, Luoyang also has a new understanding of the "memory space" of witchcraft, the so-called "memory space", in fact, is the spiritual energy is strong to a certain extent, the formation of a surreal space, with spiritual energy as the boundary wall, to be precise, it should be said that it is the "spiritual world".

Once the phone is 100% spiritualized, the spiritual energy is enchanted, and the "spirit world" is formed, and he can see the feathered evil spirit in it.

Luoyang stretched out his hand: "Come here."

The Eye of the Feather Blade mobile phone flew into Luoyang's hand.

But just when Luoyang was about to pick up the mobile phone of the Eye of the Feather Blade and try his luck in the secret realm of Wuxu, a blackbird suddenly flew in the sky.

Luoyang threw the Feather Blade Eye phone into the sky: "Chase!"

The Eye of the Feather Blade phone flew towards the top of the snowy mountain, much faster than yesterday.

This is clearly the effect of spiritualization.

A thousand meters of altitude have passed, and the Eye of the Feather Blade mobile phone is still flying high, but Luoyang's perceptual connection with it has not been weakened.

The blackbird flew over the snowy peaks and was out of sight.

The eye of the feather blade climbed rapidly, and it did not stop higher than the snow peak, and at this time, Luoyang's perceptual connection with it became weaker, and the operation was a little difficult.

Luoyang sensed and controlled the Eye of the Feather Blade mobile phone to take a few photos in the direction where the blackbird flew away.

The Eye of the Feather Blade phone flies back.

Luoyang entered the album and looked at those photos one by one.

The blackbird in the photo that flew through the sky, it mysteriously disappeared.

Luoyang wondered if he had a delusion just now, and there were no black birds flying through the sky at all. Otherwise, although the speed of the mobile phone flying is not fast, there is no question of whether the camera is fast or not, just for a while, unless the blackbird has the speed of a hypersonic missile, it will definitely be able to shoot.

"Perhaps, it's normal for that blackbird to fly into a bird's nest in a nearby valley, or in a crevice in a rock, and the Eye of the Feather Blade can't be photographed by his phone." Luoyang thought of this possibility.

Luoyang didn't think about it anymore, he put away the Eye of the Feather Blade phone and started the next step.

Witch Ruins.

The darkness receded.

Luoyang saw the black wall, and the reflection of the "tribal warrior" on the wall.

The last time he entered the Witch Ruins Secret Realm in a psychic state, the location was on the edge of the secret realm, but this time it was directly under this wall.

Luoyang was puzzled in his heart: "How do I feel like ...... Paused for the game? I saved it last time, and this time I came in and I was still in the same place where I "died" last time?"

This thought made even him want to laugh.

Games are the stuff of modern humans, how could the ancestors of ancient times make a game that can be saved? The ancestors of the ancients played mythology and witchcraft, and people today can't understand it at all.

This assumption can be ruled out, what is going on, but Luoyang is still confused.

Luoyang raised his hand and felt the reflection of the "tribal warrior" on the black wall.

The "Tribal Warrior" also raised his hand, and the movements were exactly the same.

The two hands touched each other.

rumble

！

Arm smashing!

The huge suction force pulled Luoyang into the black wall and twisted it into pieces!

Unsolvable puzzles.

"Ahh

The feeling of real death invaded every nerve, and at that moment, Luoyang even thought that he was really dead.

Spiritual power intervened, and the feeling of pain quickly diminished.

Luoyang gasped heavily, and cold sweat was dripping on his back.

He thought that his spiritual power would be enhanced, and this time would be different, but he didn't expect it to be a "tragic death".

"Luoyang-san, what's wrong with you?" Sun Shangxiang's voice.

Luoyang got up from the ground and saw Sun Shangxiang running towards him at a glance.

"I'm fine, you slow down, you can't see the road when it's dark." Luoyang reminded him that he was really worried that she would fall and break his headlight.

During this time, he has been obsessed with studying the lamp, different heights, different angles, the effect of the light is different, and where to put the lamp, the atmosphere will also have different changes.

Sun Shangxiang trotted over, her eyes wide to see if Luoyang was injured or something, but the light was too dim for her to see clearly at all.

"I heard you scream just now, I thought something had happened to you, so I hurried to come and see you, are you okay?" Sun Shangxiang's eyes were full of worry.

Luoyang's heart was warmly moved, and he reached out to take her into his arms: "I'm fine, I was screaming to play just now."

"Is it fun?" Sun Shangxiang looked curious and serious.

Luoyang just said it casually, but he didn't expect her to ask seriously, and then he could only perfunctory it again: "Well, it's fun."

"Ahh Sun Shangxiang suddenly shouted.

Her voice is slender and sharp, and the treble is very textured, and the echo echoes echo in the valley below.

"Can you be quiet, do you want anyone to sleep?" Kusama's voice.

Sun Shangxiang covered his mouth.

Luoyang was also very embarrassed, and secretly thought that the word "whole" in Kusama's words was really unnecessary.

"Luoyang Sang, it's not fun at all, I was laughed at by the waiter, I don't care, you have to compensate me." Sun Shangxiang said.

Luo Yang smiled: "What compensation do you want?"

Sun Shangxiang blinked his eyes: "I want to ......."

Luoyang: "Huh?"

Sun Shangxiang suddenly came up bravely and tiptoed to kiss Luoyang's lips.

The moth fell in love with fire, but he knew the ending but still did not hesitate.

People who are in love are irrational.

The uninhabited wilderness is best for unleashing human nature.

The headlights are dazzling, and Luoyang feels as if he has entered heaven.

The moon hangs low and is within reach.

In this situation, Luoyang suddenly realized and grasped the true meaning.

The pattern is open, and the hard work of life will win!

The pinnacle of life, the height is unbearable!

However, the embankment was destroyed in the anthill......

The wind is blowing.

The wind stopped again.

"Let's go back to the tent, it's a little cold here." Sun Shangxiang said.

Luoyang nodded, holding Sun Shangxiang's leg with one hand, and holding her waist with the other, and walking back with her.

Suddenly, a hint of alertness struck.

Luoyang hurriedly raised his head.

Thundered!

Suddenly there was a deafening sound overhead!