(The previous chapter was blocked, so you have to wait.)
Radio: "As the mysterious zone continues to occupy the earth's space, the current number of superpowers in mankind has reached 100,000. However, the corresponding scientific research progress is slow, and most of the theories are only superficial and cannot explain superpowers in depth.
The essence of."
"Most people don't grow much after awakening their superpowers."
"The contradiction between superpowers and ordinary people is becoming increasingly prominent."
"My friends who are listening far away, do you have any good ideas?"
"Have you made any progress?"
Zhang Ming was silent.
He knew that Li Xianfeng was asking him, and there was still a tacit understanding...
To be able to truly sense the flow of "spirit" requires at least 150 points of perception and mental upper limit, otherwise it can only be attributed to "body heat flow".
However, current human scientific instruments cannot detect the so-called "body heat flow" at all.
Because of this contradiction, research on supernatural subjects has become an academic black box. People only know that this black box can operate, but they have no idea of the real principles.
But this time, Zhang Ming really had no choice.
Adding attributes to himself is his innate ability and cannot be taught to others. Now [Physique] [Perception] [Spirit] has reached a bottleneck after increasing it to 200 points.
The rest of the acquired abilities... all have little growth.
"Bottleneck, bottleneck... If I don't break through the bottleneck, I won't be able to cross the mysterious zone and will be trapped here for the rest of my life."
"The people on Earth don't have any good ideas."
Zhang Ming watched the turtles playing lively by the fire, calling each other "ah ah ah ah".
Turtles eat spicy food and drink it without any worries.
But he couldn't join in. The blazing flames were beating, reflecting a lonely shadow.
Will he have to depend on these turtles for the rest of his life?
"Bottleneck, bottleneck..." Zhang Ming lamented.
"Ado, Arudo..." Suddenly, Shimama, who had been silent for a long time, started to read something again.
This mysterious string of voices was transmitted to Zhang Ming's mind, and inexplicably turned into "Bottleneck, bottleneck..."
It seems that tens of thousands of years ago, an individual from the Flaming Horn Civilization had the exact same emotion.
Therefore, this scene was memorized by the repeater Shimama.
Zhang Ming raised his head, came to his senses, and found that Shimama was still continuing.
"Ah, Asitora..."
The specific meaning sketched in my mind is: (Xuanwu is so powerful, but it still has bottlenecks.)
(Its lifespan has reached a million years. If it does not break through to the realm of gods, it will die due to the exhaustion of life span. Even if it is... so powerful... it will still die.)
(Millions of years of Xuanwu breathing techniques show no signs of decline.)
(Its lifespan is close to its limit. If it doesn’t break through, those things... are coming... and it is going to die.)
These strange words came into Zhang Ming's mind like a movie.
Several gorgeously dressed Yanjiao people were talking in a magnificent palace. They were obviously high-ranking people in high positions.
Their faces were blurry, but they were worried, extremely worried about the future of the Flame Horn clan.
(Are we ready for that day to come?)
(Who knows... After all, when Xuanwu dies, we will have to be buried with him...)
(Let them leave in a wooden boat. I have already considered it. Let them leave. This plan must be implemented.)
(Once they leave, they become homeless! How long can they survive without the protection of their hometown?!)
Shimama read this and stopped.
"What about the back? What about the back?" Zhang Ming urged, feeling very anxious. The true story from tens of millions of years ago was before his eyes, and the feeling of being suddenly cut out of context was like a cat's claws scratching it.
In particular, the individual combat power of the Flaming Horn people is definitely countless times stronger than that of the people on Earth!
They may have mastered some breakthrough techniques!
Shimama has been silent, silent.
This guy's temper is somewhat unpredictable. Even though he knows many, many stories, he doesn't want to tell them. No one can do anything about him.
It suddenly said: "As long as you help me, I will tell you an interesting story about my first love with my girlfriend in high school."
Zhang Ming cursed three times in his heart, but this guy still remembers these words!
Because it seems that I haven’t paid off my debt!
How much do you miss my first girlfriend!
……
Paying back debts is a matter of course.
In desperation, Zhang Ming reluctantly paid off his debt.
Half an hour later, Shimama was very satisfied with the magical story of "Zhang Ming and his first girlfriend were caught on the spot by the teaching director" and continued to reread it.
"Yahama, Tapashidinggou..."
The vague hallucination appeared again.
Those Flaming Horn people are still quarreling.
(Even if they become homeless, so what? Entering the Sea of Demon Gods, there is still a glimmer of hope. Our ancestors also suffered in the Sea of Demon Gods for a long time before they found an opportunity to rise...)
(I asked them to take away many precious and rare objects. As long as they can find a new world, they will always be able to thrive in the new world, and it will only take a hundred years to recover!)
(But if we stay here, once the Xuanwu breakthrough fails, we will all die... We must leave some backup to allow civilization to continue.)
(Don’t you have confidence in Xuanwu?)
(Yeah, I didn’t. This level is too difficult. The Flaming Horn people cannot be exterminated here!)
(Let the kids go, we...)
The blurry pictures kept switching. These Yanjiao people were flying in the sky on a flying vehicle.
Zhang Ming finally saw the huge Xuanwu real body!
It was really a continent suspended on the ocean. Large tracts of ancient buildings stood like fish scales on the back of an unimaginably vast turtle.
There are lush jungles, solemn mountains, gurgling water, and all kinds of terrains. A giant turtle can really carry a civilization!
It is difficult for Zhang Ming to estimate the strength level of this turtle.
However, a powerful existence that can hold up a world will eventually fall.
So desperate...
It’s unimaginable.
"Sea of Demonic Gods", "Homeless Man", "Realm of Gods", "They", these weird terms gave Zhang Ming an indescribable sense of magic.
Shimama's rereading ended here, which made Zhang Ming lose interest and urged him for a long time.
"What happened next? It's gone?!"
But no wonder Shimama, because the group of people in the carriage were silent and stopped talking.
No one is talking, so naturally there is no way to repeat the reading, and there is no way to create hallucinations in the mind.
"Okay, you learn to have your own thinking, don't copy others all day long."
"Don't imitate others' repetition all day long." Shima said gloomily.
Then, it fell into a long, incomprehensible silence, as if dead.
