A piece of Best metal floated into Fang Moqi's hand, and the others were put away by Lan Mu.
Fang Moqi touched the swarthy divine iron and asked, "How to use it?"
"Do you want to understand the idea," Lan Mu said.
Fang Moqi stared at it, his face flushed.
He felt like his brain was about to burst, and Best Metal didn't react.
"It doesn't seem to be working."
Lan Mu smiled: "It's not that simple, ordinary people have to train for at least three years, and they have to be talented." ” Fang Moqi sighed, and he didn't care, he was very calm.
Lan Mu saw him hand the Best metal back, thought for a while and said, "I think you should be talented, just leave this piece there for you, if you have something to do, you can practice it, maybe you will learn it when you can." ” Fang Moqi smiled, and he was not polite, and put it directly close to him.
"Where did you get all this weird stuff?"
Seeing that Fang Moqi finally got to the point, Lan Mu looked at him seriously and said, "This kind of thing is called a containment object. ” "You could call them anomalous things, they are beings with supernatural properties.
There are more and more of these things in the world, and there are more than a thousand of them.
Some are metal, some are creatures, some may be a mobile phone, some may be a USB flash drive, or even a region. ” Fang Moqi exclaimed: "That Shambhala" "That's right, Shambhala is a containment, this special space independent of the earth, absolutely belongs to the anomalous zone."
Lan Mu said, "In addition to this, I found three containment objects in the whole of Shambhala. ” After speaking, Lan Mu took out the magic pen and bronze mirror to show Fang Moqi.
Fang Moqi looked at the two things in surprise and asked, "What's the use of them?"
"The Bronze Mirror can spy on all the humans in Shambhala, and the Magic Pen can make puppets.
The gargoyle you encountered before was made by His Holiness from it, and now the Shambhala people are also born from the magic pen. ” Fang Moqi looked at the magic pen, and immediately thought of the dead dragon team members becoming the guards of the Dharma King, but the entire Shambhala was such an existence, and he felt unbelievable.
"Remember, the presence of containment objects is not all good.
To be precise, most of them are harmful to humans. ” Lan Mu told Fang Moqi everything about the containment, including the responsibilities of the two major organizations, Qianlong and CANC.
Fang Moqi used to be a temporary worker of the hidden dragon, and he didn't know these secrets, but it is conceivable that the vast majority of humans were not aware of the existence of the containment object at all.
Since he met Lan Mu, Fang Moqi has also experienced a lot of supernatural events, and it is easy to accept the reality of accepting the setting of the containment object at this moment.
Lan Mu instills in him the dangers of containment. and the necessity of its containment, incidentally mentioning the existence of the Blue and White Society.
"Would you like to join the Blue and White Society, old man."
Fang Moqi was excited, and almost replied with a roar: "Of course I do" He said happily: "I thought that I had challenged almost all the extreme environments in the world, and there was no place on the earth where I could feel excited and stimulated, but I didn't expect that at this time, you would tell me that there is another unknown side of the world that is still so interesting."
Fang Moqi's receptivity was extremely strong, and he almost instantly took on the perspective of the container.
And fully willing to join the Blue and White Society.
Lan Mu smiled, he knew that Fang Moqi would definitely be excited.
He is equivalent to opening the door to another world for him and giving him a higher pursuit.
Of course, the fact that he was a containment object, Lan Mu did not tell Fang Moqi.
From a human point of view, he should be the most uncontrollable containment object in the world, and he doesn't want this hidden identity.
I didn't dare to tell Fang Moqi.
He was afraid that Fang Moqi's reaction would disappoint him, and he was afraid that he would not be able to help but kill him.
Reilly and Charlie communicate with the Shambhala people to get them back into production and live a stable life.
But because of the death of His Holiness and the disappearance of the Living Buddha, they thought that the Heavens had abandoned Shambhala.
This is no longer a fairyland, no matter how much it is built and developed, those cattle and sheep will one day be eaten, the fish in the lake will always be extinct one day, and the fruits that can never be picked will definitely disappear.
"Shet, you also know that life is boring, then die, if you don't die, tell us how to leave Shambhala."
The man of Indian origin finally couldn't take it anymore, and he thought the Shambhala people were a bunch of idiots.
Reilly said patiently, "How can the cattle and sheep eat it, and they will give birth to calves and lambs."
Before he could finish speaking, a Shambhala interrupted him.
"There will be no next generation for animals that don't have Shambhala, and we won't have the next generation, and one day, this place will become dead and hell" Everyone was stunned, but they didn't expect that even animals were like people and lost their fertility.
When you think about it, it seems that Shambhala really has nothing but destruction.
"Heaven has forsaken us, and even the rain from heaven will no longer give the earth riches.
The nibbled meadow will no longer grow new grass, and the picked fruit will no longer be replenished. ” Following the gaze of the Shambhala people, they saw that the meadows had become large blanks, and many of the fruit trees had become bare after everyone had eaten up these days.
Mr.
Charles clutched his head and shouted, "Oh my God, in the past, the rain would revive the vegetation of the earth, but now is it really because we killed the king?"
The Indian man said coldly: "We didn't kill the king" Reilly frowned, "What's the use of talking about this now, damn it, doesn't anyone know how to leave Shambhala?"
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Fang Moqi came to the vicinity, and after learning about Shambhala's current situation, he hurriedly ran to a snow-capped mountain to look for Lan Mu.
Lan Mu told him to look for the exit alone, alone in the mountains.
But when Fang Moqi searched all over the snow mountain, he didn't find Lan Mu.
"This guy, where did he run again?"
Fang Moqi didn't know that Lan Mu was looking down at him from the sky.
He had been transformed, covered in foggy, dreamlike body.
"Yellow becomes such a thing, what does the color represent?"
Lan Mu's misty face was expressionless, and he was able to fly freely.
It's just not very fast.
"Curious beings, half-corporeal and half-imaginary" "But what am I capable of?"
Lan Mu sensed the energy in his body, and an excitation instantly darkened the heavens and the earth.
In an instant, the bright Shambhala was plunged into darkness, and everyone could not see their fingers.
"Ah, I can't see it" "Oh my God, God has forsaken Shambhala and deprived him of light" Time.
The earth was disturbed, and the sudden darkness caused everyone to panic.
There is no sun in Shambhala, and there is no alternation of the sun and moon and the rotation of the seasons.
It is bright in itself, and the clouds in the sky automatically shine.
However, at this moment, Lan Mu had forbidden all light, and the energy in his body made humans lose their perception of light.
"I can still see the light in the clouds but no one else can see it, and it's not the light itself, it's the light perception of living things."
Lan Mu groped for his ability, suddenly.
I looked at the clouds in a daze, and a thought crossed my mind like lightning.
"Wait for the clouds that glow automatically, isn't it an anomaly?"
He remembered that when he first came in, he was a golden retriever, and his treasure hunting instinct sensed three containment objects.
They are the magic pen, the bronze mirror, and something in the sky.
At that time, he thought that the xenomorph energy was the one in the sky, but now that he absorbed the xenomorph energy, he found that the clouds still had anomalous properties, which showed that what he sensed at that time was actually the treasure of the cloud containment.
"The clouds have automatic glow.
Characteristics of rainfall out of thin air" "Xenogeneous energy usually fuses with something, and it fuses with cloud containment.
Let the rainfall have the ability to revive the plants" "Because of the fusion of two special substances, the treasure hunt rat only senses one, which is actually counting xenomorph energy, Shambhala actually has four containments" Lan Mu suddenly realized that the exit of Shambhala was in the sky "That's not right."
He flew up and down the sky, up and down through the clouds.
He had searched here several times, and his mental power had searched inch by inch.
Except that the cloud is water vapor, if it can make people leave Shambhala, then Lan Mu can leave a long time ago Lan Mu was disappointed, and then cheered up again.
"No, this clue is important, the exit must be here.
It's just one mechanism missing."
Lan Mu thought about it, he felt that he was almost close to a flash of inspiration.
"Eagle" Fly to the Snow Mountain Temple and look at the golden eagle enshrined on it.
"Legend has it that the Condor will bring people into Shambhala, no, this is actually a way to take people out" "But Shambhala doesn't have a creature like an eagle, how can a statue?"
"Ugh" Lan Mu suddenly reacted, who said that the statue can't bring people, isn't there a magic pen I saw that he hurriedly took out his magic pen and clicked on each of the golden eagle's eyes.
A miraculous thing happened, and I saw the eagle suddenly open its eyes, look forward to it, and fly with its head held high and its wings spread.
"Take me out of Shambhala," Lan Mu ordered the eagle.
I saw the eagle fly under Lan Mu and carry him towards the sky and clouds.
Lan Mu didn't need him to bring it at all, plus he was half-virtual, and his lower body couldn't sit still.
So one man and one eagle flew into the sky, and then there was no more.
"Take me out of the exit."
Lan Mu commanded with a magic pen in his hand, but the eagle just circled in the clouds.
It's just a puppet, not a real life.
You can follow the author's orders, but whether you can do it or not is none of its business.
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Lan Mu pondered speechlessly, feeling that the clue had been broken again when it came to this.
"It's almost here, the exit must be here, the eagle is spinning around here, but I just can't get out."
"Re-wisp" "The people who left Shambhala in the first place obviously used the magic pen to bring the golden eagles back to life, and carried them to the clouds and left.
Because humans can't fly, they need to use the power of the Golden Eagle Puppet to get here."
Lan Mu nodded, it was almost certain.
"But I don't need this step, I can fly now, what's the most important thing next?"
Scanning the clouds everywhere, Lan Mu's gaze finally stayed on the magic pen.
"It's hard to do it" "The finishing touch" With the idea of trying it out, Lan Mu drew two eyes on the strange clouds.
Something miraculous happened, his eyes froze on the clouds, and through his sockets, he saw the vast sea.
"Huh" Lan Mu suddenly realized and secretly laughed.
"So it's that simple" He stroked again, this time not with the eyes, but with a large circle.
On the other side of the circle is high in the sky, and you can see the rough ocean from the bottom of the view.
"Magic Pen, it turns out that you are the core of the Shambhala world, you exist in Shambhala yourself, or who brought you in" Lan Mu muttered, he had no way to verify the history of the Divine Pen containment.
Shaking his head, he looked back at the dark earth, where it was becoming more and more chaotic, and no one could see it, so he could only rely on groping.
He didn't retract the darkness for the time being, and flew directly into the circle.
When you come out again, you will see the vast sky and the sea, which are endless.
There is the sun in the sky, ships in the distance, and islands.
"Is this the Earth?"
A small island was not far away, and he flew straight over and found a small village with a group of black people living in it.
Above the village, he looked like a dark shadow, but no one noticed him.
He saw a misty force field floating in many rooms, connecting the foreheads of the sleeping people, like a fog that would not disperse.
"What is this, why do people have this thing floating in their heads?"
Feeling the instinct of his body, in order to test his ability, he threw himself into the mist without hesitation.
In an instant, the world changed dramatically, and he came to a chaotic world, full of artillery fire and war.
Numerous armies rushed towards a black man, who stood on the ruins, armed with submachine guns, and fired at the army like infinite bullets.
Behind the black man were beautiful women of all colors cheering him on, and he also proudly shouted, "I am the king of the world" Lan Mu looked down on him from the top of the world, and said secretly: "Damn's retarded" is not finished
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