The psychic glue in the passage has solidified, like an upside-down crystal forest. The Iron Eagle Guard's mecha was stuck in it, the tracks turned in vain, and the debris it lifted splashed onto Feng Hao's mechanical arm, and the blue-purple psychic energy instantly vaporized it. He heard the sharp sound of a flying sword piercing through metal behind him, and Chen Mohen's defecating flying sword was like a pack of mad dogs chasing after the disciples of Qingxiao Pavilion to bite, and the runes of the sword spikes burned into sparks in the chaos.
"The crack is about to give up!" " Lin Banxia's mixture boiled in the palm of her hand, and the pale golden liquid dripped down her fingertips to the ground, interweaving with the psychic power of Feng Hao's mechanical arm to form a band of light. At the end of the band of light, there were already spider-web-like cracks on the rock wall. "Apply more force!"
Feng Hao's mechanical arm crashed into the crack, and amid the loud clanging of metal against rock, he heard the crisp sound of his own bone being displaced. But this time there was no pain, only a warm current - it was Lin Banxia's mixture seeping in through the crack of the mechanical arm, resonating with the fragments of the spirit vein inside, and the blue-purple light suddenly burst, like a dragon breaking free from its restraints, opening its huge mouth towards the rock wall.
"Waste recycling!" Qin Tieluo's roar came from the chaos as he carried the remnants of the iron lumps, like holding a huge shield, and forcefully broke through two Iron Eagle guards. The toilet lid on the wreckage was still spinning, sending the electromagnetic cannonballs into the air, creating a string of fireworks. "All of you make way! Don't stop me from picking up the treasure!"
Chen Mohen suddenly emerged from under Qin Tieluo's armpit, throwing the talismans in his hand like playing cards. The moment the talisman landed, it turned into a vine, entwining the pursuers' ankles. The most amazing thing was a "substitute talisman", which made a famous Qingxiao Pavilion disciple release a flying sword at his own people, so angry that the old Taoist's dust was tangled up.
"Here!" Yan Yuanxiu's data stream suddenly lit up with an arrow on the ground, and the red light pointed to the fork on the left side of the channel. "The main channel will collapse in three minutes."
The electronic map of the data streams flows on the ground like a glowing river. Feng Hao pulled Lin Banxia in, and the light band immediately enveloped the two of them, automatically avoiding the flying debris and the out-of-control flying sword. He saw the "safe zone" marked on the map moving, as if there were eyes monitoring the battle in real time.
The mechanical dog suddenly barked at the top of his head. Feng Hao looked up and saw a huge rock falling from the dome - loosened by the wreckage of the dancing mecha. Without a second thought, the mechanical arm pushed back, and the blue-purple psychic energy condensed into a shield above his head, and the boulder smashed onto the shield, shattering into dust, but it gave him a sweet taste in his throat.
"Go!" Lin Banxia pulled him forward, and the mixture drew a talisman on his back. The talisman flashed, and Feng Hao suddenly felt light all over, and the mechanical arm moved much more smoothly. "That's the 'Acceleration Talisman' edited by Yan Yuan, driven by your psychic power."
Qin Tieluo had already rushed to the fork in the road, and the remnants of the iron lump were dragging long sparks behind him, like a burning tail. Chen Mohen's last few talismans pasted on the wreckage, allowing it to temporarily transform into a metal behemoth and shoot out a mass of spirit energy flames at the chasing mechs, buying the last bit of time for everyone.
When Feng Hao's mechanical arm hit the ground for the countless times, they finally broke through the passage. The wind outside, carrying the scent of the wilderness, blew away the smoke all over their bodies. Looking back, the passage was reduced to ruins with the rumble of collapse, and the roars and cries of the pursuers were buried beneath the rubble, with only a few defected flying swords circling in the air as if to see them off.
Chen Mohen slumped to the ground, stroking the remaining half of the talisman in his arms and smiling. Qin Tieluo placed the remnant of the iron lump on the ground and saluted it in an indecent way. Lin Ban Xia's mechanical dog brought a piece of psychic crystal and placed it at Feng Hao's feet, and the green light of the electronic eye reflected the shadows of everyone.
Feng Hao's mechanical arm was still burning hot, and the cracks on it had been filled with a mixture of blue, purple and pale gold, like a river that never fades. He looked at the faint light on the horizon in the distance, knowing that it was the next stronghold marked by Yan Yuanxiu, and that their breakthrough had only just begun.
The wind of the wilderness, carrying grains of sand, crackled against the remnants of iron lumps. Qin Tieluo was fixing the toilet lid with the wire he had picked up, and Chen Mohen crouched beside him to help pass the parts. Their shadows were stretched long by the morning light, like a crooked silhouette painting.
"Do you think we've won a battle?" "Chen Mohen suddenly asked, the charcoal on his fingertip drew a smiling face on the wreckage, and the ink was blown off by the wind by most of it.
Qin Tieluo did not answer, but just stuffed a piece of spiritual energy crystal into the energy trough of the wreckage. Unexpectedly, the pile of scrap metal made a faint buzzing sound, and the toilet lid turned half a circle as if nodding. "See?" He slapped the wreckage and laughed. "Junk never lies."
Feng Hao's robotic arm glowed cold in the morning light as Lin Banxia wiped the cracks for him with a mixture. The pale golden liquid seeped into the metal crevices, and the blue-purple psychic energy undulated, drawing new lines on the arm armor - the data flow symbols of Yan Yuanxiu, overlapping with Feng Hao's father's engraving of "the Spiritual Machine family".
The electronic map shows that there is a signal tower thirty li ahead. Lin Banxia pointed to the horizon in the distance, where there was a vague outline. "Yan Yuanxiu said that the pre-epoch database could be accessed from there."
Feng Hao's fingertips traced new lines, and suddenly remembered Zhao Kun's roar in the cockpit - "The Return to the Yuan Array will purify everything." He looked up at the sky. The morning light had just pierced through the clouds, casting a warm patch of light on the ground, and the mechanical dog was chasing the patch in circles, wagging its tail like a rattle.
"It doesn't purify the heart." He said in a low voice, the mechanical arm suddenly clenched, and the blue-purple psychic energy condensed into a ball of light in the palm, "and it doesn't purify the thought of wanting to live either."
Yan Yuanxu's data stream suddenly exploded on the light sphere, turning into a holographic map marked with a dense array of red dots - all from the psychic data stations of the previous era. "The closest is' Station 07 '," the electronic voice said with a hint of excitement. "There might be the original data of 'fusion of spirit and machine' inside."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Chen Mohen jumped up and stuck the last half of the talisman paper in the direction of the signal tower. Go and see what the old diehards are afraid of!"
Qin Tieluo carried the wreckage of the iron lump, this time walking steadily as if afraid of smashing the parts inside. "Wait for me!" He shouted at the backs of the crowd, "If there's anything good in it, I'll be included!"
The mechanical dog ran at the front, and the green light of the electronic eye swept across the wilderness, marking all the obstacles. Feng Hao and Lin Banxia walked side by side, their shadows snuggling on the ground, the blue purple and pale gold light interwoven into a net, protecting their companions behind them and the "junk" abandoned by the world.
The signal towers in the distance grew clearer and clearer in the morning light, like a needle piercing the sky. They knew that the shadow of the Guiyuan Array had not yet dissipated, and that Zhao Kun and Lei Li's pursuit might be at the next corner, but no one looked back at the moment - breaking through the chaos was not the end, but the first step they took in their own way towards this rigid world.