Non-human Gene Complex

Chapter 169 Eve of Transformation

The legend of Shambhala can be passed on the earth for so many years, so there must be a source.

It’s just that no one knows how to get out now.

“If you can’t find it, you can only hope to transform yourself.”

Lan Mu sank into his mind, preparing to choose the color of his next transformation in the vast sea of ​​life orbs.

However, he suddenly discovered that the next transformation had been automatically selected.

“Yeah! When the interval is reached, will it be selected automatically? Yes, when it was not possible before, the transformation is random.”

Lan Mu looked at the automatically selected yellow and heaved a sigh of relief.

In order to test the meaning of different colors, he has decided to choose a different color each time he transforms. After all the colors have been tried, he can naturally guess it.

When I first discovered that the color was automatically selected, I thought it was a waste of the transformation this time. Fortunately, I was lucky and chose yellow automatically. This color has not changed since Lost Island.

“First absorb the energy in the clouds.”

Lan Mu stopped, incarnate in Bifang in a hidden place, soaring in the sky, straight towards the colorful clouds covering the top of Shambhala.

Above the colorful clouds is still a ‘wall’, like a dome, covering the ground.

“This is the real Tianyuan place…”

Lan Mu sensed a different kind of energy, he was suspended in the colorful clouds, feeling the rich energy contained in the entire cloud.

The life ball spins on its own, quickly absorbing it.

The amount contained is about the same as Shennongjia.

This is the first time he has discovered heterogeneous energy incorporated into non-plants.

In the past few times, plants such as banyan, bamboo, and oak trees were incorporated, but now it is cloud cover. Its fusion and water vapor, as the rain falls, nourish the land of Shambhala.

“There seem to be many different kinds of energy, but no matter what. I can only choose to integrate it into the life ball. The power of transformation is my foundation.”

Just like this, Lan Mu hovered above the clouds. At the same time, use mental energy to check the cloud inch by inch, looking for possible exits.

Five days passed. He did not find any suspicious places in the sky. The whole Shambhala is a closed world.

However, when the energy supplement was over, the mandatory period of the life ball was shortened by another three hours, and Lan Mu found that he could perceive the approximate time of the interval.

This is an extra function, and he will be able to know on which day he will transform in the future!

“Two more days?”

“The vast majority of transformations are seven days apart, right? Only a few powerful ones will exceed seven days.”

Lan Mu soars in the sky, his mental power sweeps through all the details.

Whether it is in the depths of snow-capped mountains, in towns, and in temples. Still the vast fields and grasslands.

There is no place where there is any suspected exit. This small world with a diameter of 100 kilometers is like a cage that traps everyone in it and can only enter but not exit.

“No way……”

Landing on a certain snowy mountain, Lan Mu turned into a fire demon, and all the snow around him was melted and evaporated.

“boom!”

He raised a punch and slammed it on the barrier behind the snow-capped mountain. This invisible and chaotic barrier was extremely tough and unmoved at all.

“My punch weighs at least tens of tons, but it can’t shake the edge of the world.”

Lan Mu hit a few more punches at random. Give up altogether.

In fact, he didn’t use his full strength. If it really broke out, the escaping flame would probably destroy the snow-capped mountain. Even spread to the grassland.

After probing the strength of the barrier, he estimated that even if he tried his best, he would not be able to break the border of Shambhala.

In fact, he didn’t dare to break it. In the novels, it is often said that outside the crystal wall of the world is a chaotic void world. What if he drifts in the void after breaking it, and can’t go back?

“I don’t want to take a risk until the transformation with 100% certainty appears.”

…

On a certain snow mountain, Fang Moqi and others lived in a temple. The way up the mountain was guarded by people in turn, and it easily withstood the impact of the Shambhala.

“Hey. These people are really cowardly!” The blond man sat on the snow, mocking the Shambhala down the mountain.

The Indian man also said to the side: “It was just shouting to imprison us for life. It’s ridiculous, they don’t even dare to kill.”

Raleigh also thought it was a bit funny. Although the Shambhala were rioting, they were still too innocent.

At first, they were shocked by the hostility of the Shambhala towards them, but now they are not at all relieved. This group of people is like a piece of white paper, how can they beat them who have experienced a lot of training in the outside world.

The people of Shambhala only know that they are stuck at intersections and have no imagination at all. Wouldn’t they open up a new road if the snow-capped mountains are so big?

Lei Li and his party just blocked the road to death, leaving Shambhala helpless.

“Huh? Isn’t that Sugarman’s friend?” One person pointed to the foot of the mountain and exclaimed.

Everyone saw that a young man was running quickly, jumping lightly among the rocks, and up to the snow-capped mountain after a few ups and downs.

“Hurry up and call Sugarman over!” Raleigh shouted.

After a while, Fang Moqi ran out of the temple, looked at the young man coming up the mountain, and shouted with a smile.

“Brother Blue!”

Lan Mu smiled slightly, and the last one dexterously flew into the air three hundred and sixty degrees forward somersault, and landed firmly in front of everyone.

He practiced the prancing and running of the elves more proficiently.

“Where have you been? I knew you must be in Shambhala!” Fang Moqi patted Lan Mu and smiled.

Lan Mu shrugged and said, “I have been looking for an exit.”

Lei Li saw that Lan Mu was wearing clothes and asked, “Are you going to the palace too?”

Lan Mu looked down and saw that he was dressed in a casual suit of the French King he found in the palace.

“Yeah, I noticed the movement of the palace, so I looked for it, but unfortunately there was no one left when I arrived.”

Raleigh asked again: “Are you the one who saved us in the palace?”

Lan Mu tilted his head and said, “What?”

When Lei Li and the others saw Lan Mu pretending to be stupid, they said with curiosity: “We all think that you must be the one who will save people. Sugarman also said that his friend is very powerful…Mr. Lan, please tell us how you control those Iron?”

Lan Mubai glanced at it and said, “What are you talking about? Control the iron? Are you talking about myths?”

After speaking, he also glanced at Fang Moqi.

Fang Moqi smiled meaningfully. Then he said to Leily: “Of course the blue man is great, but you have to say that he can magic, it is impossible. Lei Li. The person who saved us should still be hidden in Shambhala. You must know that Shambhala itself is already It’s full of magic, so it’s no surprise that someone possesses such magical powers.”

Raleigh nodded disappointedly. They were just skeptical. They had seen the magical power that was manipulated out of thin air, which made their hearts itch, so seeing Lan Mu jumping up the mountain so easily, they deliberately tried to dictate.

Then they looked excited again. Since entering Shambhala, they have experienced various wonderful journeys.

A temple that travels through the world, a beautiful and rich country. Half-human and half-rooted women, guards reborn after death, powerful and weird stone statues, divine iron flying out of thin air…

There is incredibleness everywhere here. For these explorers, this journey is almost perfect. All that is left is to find an exit and leave here, and write their experiences as saying that they are famous all over the world and spread all over the world. By then it will inevitably become a legend in the exploration world.

“Lan Mu, we are studying the temples here, we think. The way to leave Shambhala is hidden in these eight temples.”

Fang Moqi led Lan Mu into the temple. Lan Mu listened to his words and smiled in his heart: These eight temples are unremarkable, and even the treasure hunter failed to sense the strangeness, which shows that they are not the way to leave. .

Lan Mu knew that everyone came in by relying on the temple in Daxue Mountain outside. Since it was the entrance, it naturally reminded people that the temple in Shambhala was the exit.

However, there is only one temple that truly belongs to the containment object. And on earth.

Where did Fang Moqi and the others know about this? They are still studying these temples these days.

Old Mr. Charlie pointed to the golden eagle and said: “I have been to the temple many times. I found that the people here do not worship the eagle, and there is no such creature as the eagle in Shambhala. However, neither the outside nor the gods here. The temple enshrines a condor.”

“I suspect that Shambhala originally had a condor, but it was extinct because of unknown circumstances.”

Reilly came over and said, “You mean the condor will take us out? But no one has left Shambhala in the past few hundred years, and there is no eagle here… My God! You think that because of the extinction of the condor, Shambhala’s way of going out has disappeared forever? This is desperate!”

This is indeed a desperate conjecture. Everyone instinctively rejected this idea and instead continued to study various Tibetan scripts and drawings.

Looking at their various guesses about the export, Lan Mu was absent-minded.

The temple is not a containment object, and it is useless if you study it to death.

In two days, they found every temple on the snow-capped mountains, and when they descended, they would always encounter the obstacles of the Shambhala.

Of course, with their skills, the Shambhala can’t help them at all.

Every temple has been visited, and they have tested all places, there is no mechanism, no secret path, no magical transmission.

Despair covers everyone except Lan Mu.

“Everyone, I don’t think it makes any sense for you to find it like this. It’s better to establish exchanges with the Shambhala people, maybe they can provide very beneficial clues.” Seeing their fate, Lan Mu couldn’t help saying.

“But they themselves are very confused now, don’t have to produce, and want to catch us all day…” Raleigh said.

Lan Mu smiled and said: “They have no order, can’t we establish order for them?”

“Now Shambhala is in chaos. Instead of stalemate like this, it is better to stabilize Shambhala. Anyway, as long as there is a little order, the environment of Shambhala is enough for everyone to live well.”

Everyone looked at each other and realized that they really needed to communicate with the Shambhala.

So Charlie, Raleigh and others went down the mountain to get in touch with the Shambhala people. One wanted to establish a constitutional monarchy and the other wanted a referendum.

Lan Mu didn’t care how they stabilized Shambhala, he just moved these people away.

At this moment, Fang Moqi was the only one beside him.

“Lan Mu, you are the one who saved us in the palace, right?” Fang Moqi asked with a smile.

Lan Mu was expressionless, and asked, “Why are you so sure?”

Fang Moqi said, “Intuition!”

“…” Lan Mu had nothing to say.

After thinking about it Let’s just develop Fang Moqi into a member of the Blue and White Club.

So he nodded and admitted.

Fang Moqi asked excitedly: “How on earth did you do it? Manipulate those irons out of thin air!”

Lan Mu curled his lips, and with a thought, nine pieces of Best Metal floated up, each of them in a fusiform shape, floating around him.

Fang Moqi hurriedly avoided, and curiously reached out and touched Best Metal, feeling the cold and **** it.

“That’s it. These are called Best Metals, a type of containment object. Mental power can control them. If you practice more, you may be able to use it.” Lan Mu laughed.

Fang Moqi’s eyes lit up and he was surprised: “I can use it too? Doesn’t it require any conditions? I thought you controlled it with internal force.”

“Internal strength…” Lan Mu really wanted to complain that he didn’t have internal strength, but he still resisted, and said with a smile: “It doesn’t have to be so troublesome, it’s related to the talent of will.”

“Why don’t you try?” (To be continued.)