"Could it be that the flow of time in the whole world has slowed down?"

Shen Yun raised his head and looked at the starry sky.

Xuan shook his head again, there are so many galaxies in the sky, even if the cultivation of a middle-aged scribe reaches the sky, it is absolutely impossible to change the speed of time in the entire world.

"Thinking about the seniors, it just changed the speed of time flow for the two of us. ”

Shen Yun nodded, this is normal.

Presumably, the middle-aged scribe made the flow of time between the two extremely fast, causing the two to spend an hour, but in the eyes of the outside world, only a moment passed.

Understanding it the other way around, Shen Yun felt that the whole world had slowed down.

Thinking of this, Shen Yun hurriedly took out a magic dial from the storage bag, which was something that the monk used to keep time.

Taking advantage of the moonlight outside the window, he looked at the sundial and pinched his fingers again.

Sure enough, from the sixth time I took the Naqi Pill to the time when the middle-aged scribe left, the time that had passed in the entire world was only half an hour.

In fact, after Shen Yun broke through the fourth layer of spiritual silence, he spent a lot of time consolidating the realm, and then watched the middle-aged scribe demonstrate the fire spell and so on, the total time consumed was at least several hours.

"It seems that it really is, the application of the law of time. ”

If you can speed up your own time flow, even if it is only doubled, it means that your speed of making moves has doubled.

Shen Yun became excited, if he could master the use of time, let alone a monk of the same rank, even if he was one order higher than himself, he would have nothing to fear.

But after a while, Shen Yun looked depressed again.

Because he didn't have a clue about the study of the law of time, let alone comprehended it.

Shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Today, I have also seen a lot of secrets about the laws of space.

When the fireball transforms into a small spark, it can be clearly seen that the space around the small spark has been collapsing.

And the space itself seems to have the ability to heal, where it is constantly repairing itself.

However, the power contained in Little Mars was too majestic, causing a black space crack to form around it, and Shen Yun still remembered that when he sensed the space crack, there was a vast vicissitudes of life and a lasting breath.

"Behind the spatial rift, there must be an incomparably large spatial existence......" Shen Yun secretly estimated.

Unfortunately, I don't know anything other than a hint of loneliness, darkness, and danger. I've never even heard of such a vast world on the other side of space.

The same middle-aged scribe, when he left, a spatial vortex was formed in the sky, like an unfathomable black hole, and there was no need to think about it, that was the application of the laws of space.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Shen Yun couldn't have imagined that a monk would be able to grasp the laws of time and space to such an extent.

"As long as you can reach half of the mastery of the laws of time and space of your predecessors, I am afraid that you will be infinitely useful. Shen Yun was very emotional, but unfortunately he couldn't find the essentials when he thought about it.

Despite this, Shen Yun still silently recorded in detail what he had seen and heard about time and space.

At this time, I remembered that I had forgotten to ask the name of the middle-aged scribe, and suddenly sighed lightly: "I think I will come, and there will still be a chance to meet." ”

After all, the middle-aged scribe has a deep relationship with Xue Ling.

Even if the middle-aged scribe proposed to take Xue Ling away at that time, Shen Yun would not be surprised, and would even raise his hands in approval. Because of that, Xueling will have more room for development.

But later, for some reason, he didn't take her away?

Shen Yun shook his head, walked back to the head of the bed, and glanced at Xue Ling, who was sleeping on the bed.

As usual, there is no difference between snoring and sleeping.

Suddenly, he whispered: "No, there is a difference." ”