The essence of energy stems from movement.

Any matter that is out of motion means disintegration and death. On the contrary, once any matter has a state of movement, it often means reorganization and rebirth.

Of course, the state of motion does not only refer to the movement of matter that is visible externally, but also includes the motion of particles that are invisible internally. In other words, the movement of particles inside matter is the real source of energy generation in this world.

Electrons move to produce an electric current, and an electric current generates a magnetic field due to cycling, which is the energetic evolution of electron motion.

For the sandbar grains, although each grain of sand looks unremarkable, beneath its hard exterior lies a series of invisible but real particle movements.

And the external energy evolution of this particle motion is the key to controlling this yellow sand storm.

At this time, in the eyes of the Twelve Nights of Emptiness and Brightness, where the five senses were missing, in the incomparably dim gray world, wisps of pale white magnetic lines were constantly surging on the ground of the entire sandbar realm, just like flying fish shuttling through the sand sea, setting off white waves on the entire sand sea.

It's a pity that this peculiar scene is only presented in the eyes of one person in the twelfth night of Kongming, after all, in order to observe a special magnetic field, different magnetic field sensors are needed.

A special iris like the Twelve Nights of Kongming, which has been struck by thunder and has a weak plasma current circulation, can be said to be unique in this sandbar!

At this time, on the twelfth night of Kongming, he was admiring the strange beauty of the sandbar realm, and on the other hand, he was guiding his own magnetic induction lines with his hands, pulling a grain of yellow sand to make the movement state he needed.

And when Yang Zhentian saw the yellow sand storm forming in front of him in front of Kong Ming Twelve Nights, his blood-red eyes shrank inward for the first time.

But when Yang Zhentian saw clearly the size of the desert storm and the appearance of swallowing pills from time to time in the twelfth night of Kongming, his eyes suddenly rolled, and he spoke in that unskilled language:

"Humanity ... This desert storm is probably too small. Did that hurricane just run out of your energy?"

Hearing that this demonized Yang Zhentian actually asked such a question, Kong Ming Twelve Nights was slightly stunned, and unconsciously showed an incomparably innocent smile, and said:

"Your question may be childish and ridiculous, but I appreciate your sincerity. ”

Speaking of this, the Twelve Nights of Kong Ming suddenly dispersed the special energy fluctuations emitted from his hands, and at the same time, said lightly:

"You guessed it right, although the instantaneous acceleration of the desert storm just now was strong enough to cut off your arms, it cost me most of the True Yuan in my body.

Although with my ability to control my body, I can block some of my body functions while using the Starburst Mystic Technique, so that I can retain a part of my true element. However, if you want to perform the Starburst Technique on the same scale again in a short period of time, you can't do it. ”

Hearing that Kong Ming Twelve Nights actually admitted his doubts happily, there was a trace of doubt and doubt in the scarlet eyes of the demonized Yang Zhentian, he was a little worried that if he made another rash move, he would once again fall into the trap of the human in front of him.

Seeing Yang Zhentian's eyes with a hint of doubt and hesitation, Kong Ming Twelfth Night smiled faintly and said:

"You don't have to doubt anything.

The reason why I confess everything to you is not some kind of conspiracy.

It's just that a desert storm has cut off your arms. And you lack fresh blood to replenish energy, and you no longer have the ability to regain your hands in a short period of time.

If you can't even deal with you who have lost your hands, I don't think there is any possibility of killing Le Wuhui in a dream of no return.

After all, he is a Yuan Infant Stage cultivator whose physical fitness is not weaker than that of your heyday. ”

Hearing Kong Ming Twelfth Night say this, the demonized Yang Zhentian hesitated for a while, but he still didn't dare to make another move. Because his current situation was indeed as expected by the Twelve Nights of Kongming, due to the lack of fresh blood replenishment, he could not grow new hands in a short time.

After hesitating for a while, the demonized Yang Zhentian asked again:

"Human, even if I lose my hands, its combat power is still above yours. Are you so sure you can kill me?

You know, if you're defeated by me, you'll not have a single bone left!"

Hearing the threatening words of demonizing Yang Zhentian, Kong Ming Twelfth Night shook his head and said in an extremely plain voice:

"Although we are similar to each other in a way, you, controlled by the desire for blood, cannot understand how I feel at this time.

You don't understand that in my life, there is no joy and no sorrow. Because I never had it, I had nothing to lose.

If I win against you, I will have one more chance to win my life;

Losing to you is just an early end to my already broken life.

Do you think I'm going to worry about the way death is coming?"

Speaking of this, Kong Ming Twelfth Night patted the ups and downs on his body very casually, and then said to the demonized Yang Zhentian in an extremely flat tone:

"Let's do it. ”

Ps：

Thank you for the cold tip.