Chapter 120

The next day and night, Yang Fan and Anle never had a chance to meet.

Everyone is very busy. They are busy saving people from outside the city. People suffering from disasters outside the city are continuously transported into the city. At least more than 100000 people have returned to the city ahead of time because of their efforts.

Until noon on the third day.

It's about twelve o'clock sharp.

Without warning, the mountains fluctuated, the earth shook, and the sun suddenly burst out ten times brighter than usual. All the creatures in heaven and earth felt dark, as if the whole heaven and earth had fallen into a black hole.

Darkness, no light, at a loss.

Even if you hide in the house, close the curtains, or go into the cave and hide in the cave, as long as there is light that can be reflected, the senses of all animals and even plants are illuminated by the sudden strong light, and you lose your perception of light in an instant.

When the strong light broke out, Yang Fan was driving the eagle. On the way back to Chengdu, there was a void above his head. The sky was cloudless without a trace of obstruction. The dazzling strong light shone on them without any precaution, making their eyes instantly blind.

At this moment, even the spirit power was disturbed, resulting in a short pause.

"唳!!!"

"Chirp!!"

"Meow ~!"

In an instant, he fell into darkness, and all people and monsters became blind. There was a visual imbalance and mental imbalance. There was a flustered animal cry around Yang Fan, and even the little flower in his arms was shocked to make the tiger hair stand upright.

Many birds began to tumble and fall because of the sudden shock, and the scene was chaotic.

"Be quiet! Hold on!"

Yang Fan gave a cold drink, and immediately the Spirit sent a voice, ordering the tiger king to stabilize the mind of the more than 100 birds and monsters in the air. Even if he was flying in the same place, he could not rush freely in panic.

These demon birds carry sixty or seventy human lives. There must be no difference.

"You are disturbed by the strong light from the sun, your pupils contract sharply, and your eyesight is temporarily blind."

"You have absorbed the original spiritual power scattered by the vibration of heaven and earth. Your physical quality has been greatly improved, and the original source of divine soul has been greatly improved. Your physique + 200, strength + 200, agility + 200, HP strength + 5000, mental power + 100 and spiritual will + 100."

Hearing the prompt of the system, Yang Fan's spirit was shocked, and the psychic tide came like this! Without warning, a sudden attack!

Just like this, his overall strength has more than doubled. The spiritual tide is indeed a great creation for all things in the world.

No wonder after this spiritual tide, the number of monsters on the earth increased sharply, and even the pet slaughtering event known as "the war of the human race, the beginning of the end of the world" broke out.

This sudden psychic tide is an unprecedented disaster for most ordinary Terrans,

I don't know the result of the "pet destruction order" in various cities. Have all pets been cleaned up in time?

A few seconds later, Yang Fan's vision recovered, and the little flower in her arms shook her body comfortably, stretched, yawned, and then couldn't wait to send a message to Yang Fan: "master, I feel I'm about to be promoted. Now I need an absolutely quiet place to absorb and refine the original spiritual power that suddenly appeared in this world!"

The implication is that you want to strike.

Yang Fan turned his head and looked at more than 100 other birds, monsters and beasts around him. After the initial panic, he seemed to be addicted to the absorption and refining of the original spiritual power of the world. Many of them had begun to doze and drowsy, and their flight state was no longer stable.

For the psychic tide, monsters are more eager to absorb and refine than humans, and have been completely immersed in their instincts.

"Send people back to Rongcheng first, and then you can find a place to practice."

Yang Fan gave a soft command.

The psychic tide has broken out. Both monsters and humans will quickly enter a silent period in a short time, sleeping, absorbing and evolving. If they don't go back soon, they may be sleeping outside the city.

"Meow ~!"

Xiaohuahuan shouted, and the spirit scattered, urging all the monsters to fly to Chengdu at the fastest speed.

Three minutes later, in the stadium in Chengdu City, 120 flying monsters landed from the sky at the same time. After landing, all the big birds just lay on the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

On their backs, comatose humans continue to coma, but on their bodies, Reiki is constantly gathering, integrating and issuing their physique bit by bit through their breathing.

In Yang Fan's arms, the same is true of Xiaohua. After controlling those monsters to land safely, its mind is lazy, lying quietly in Yang Fan's arms and pulling up xiaohulu.

Yang Fan jumped off the eagle's back and looked around. He found that all the soldiers in the stadium and the people who had not been transported back in time to dredge out were lying on the ground in the open air, unconscious.

At this moment, almost all creatures except Yang Fan fell into a deep sleep under the action of the spiritual tide.

The whole city was silent, the air seemed to solidify, and even the wind calmed down, no longer blowing a leaf.

"Why didn't I fall asleep? Is it because my mental power is strong enough, or because of the system?"

Yang Fan looked up at the sky. The dazzling light of the sun had weakened and the sky was as clear as a wash. Whether before the end of the world or after the end of the world more than 100 years later, Yang Fan had never seen such a blue and clear sky as today.

"Hmm? There are people like me!"

It seems that Yang Fan's spirit is moving. He can't help floating out of thin air and looks towards the north of Chengdu.

Then he saw a military transport plane, and the white, tender and fat man in a red suit next to the transport plane. At the moment, he was trying to lift the transport plane and flew to the stadium laboriously but persistently.

Yang Fan could still clearly sense that the little fat man seemed to have reached the limit. The spiritual tide was more and more disturbing to his spirit. His upper eyelids had begun to fall continuously, as if he would fall asleep at any time.

"He should be the happy man Qin peirou said?"

Yang Fan soon made a preliminary judgment on the identity of the little fat man. At this time, the guy who can still stay awake and try to carry a military transport plane to Chengdu seems to be the only Anle director respected by Qin peirou.

Seeing that Anle was already out of strength, even a little out of strength, Yang Fan dared not delay any more and flew directly to Anle and the transport plane.

"Great... Great! It's finally saved, but I'm so tired... I'm so handsome!"

Seeing Yang Fan flying towards him alone, I felt the strong breath from Yang Fan. Anle's spirit was boosted, and a relaxed smile of relief appeared on the baby's fat face.

All the way down, he almost didn't die of fatigue. Moreover, he was so sleepy. He never missed the pair of pillows at the head of his bed like today.

Yang Fan approached Anle, released his spiritual strength, fully lifted up the transport plane, held Anle in one hand, and gently comforted: "director Anle, your task has been completed. Now you can have a good rest. After this spiritual tide, your strength will certainly be further!"

Anle turned her eyelids hard and looked up at Yang Fan listlessly. "You are the Yang Fan that Qin peirou, the old witch, always mentioned. It's really good. Her strength is only so poor than Ben Shuai!"

As soon as Yang Fan's mouth was drawn, he didn't forget to boast at this time. No wonder Qin peirou looked both admiring and gnashing his teeth every time he mentioned the fat man.

Just waiting to say something to him, Yang Fan found that the little fat man had bowed his head and slept heavily.

Yang Fan shook his head slightly. Unexpectedly, even the happiness of the third-class spiritual master did not escape the fate of being invaded by the spiritual tide.

Slowly put the transport plane on the open space in the stadium, then set sail and walked into the reception room not far away with Anle.

In the reception room, Qin peirou, Qian Hai, Zhao hongkuo and Shi Wannian, the Deputy army of the 13th military region, were all on the side.

They either sit cross legged on the ground, lean back on the chair, or lie on their side on the sofa bed. Without exception, they all sleep with their eyes closed and have no sense of everything to the outside world.

Readily put Anle on the sofa bed aside. Yang Fan glanced at the reception room again and soon found Da Hei, who had also fallen into a deep sleep, under a table corner in the middle.

All the people and animals could not wake up, and even the flowers and trees outside seemed to be silent.

This time, the psychic tide broke out all over the world. I think it should be more than Chengdu, the whole earth, and wherever psychic power can reach.

This is the silence before the storm. Yang Fan doesn't know how long it will last, but he knows very well that once the psychic tide is completely stable and all creatures adapt to this psychic concentration, this rare silence will be broken soon.

At that time, the end of mankind's disaster can be regarded as the real source.

Put the little flower beside big black, Yang Fan was not sleepy, his mood was hard to calm, and an unspeakable sense of loneliness emerged from his heart.

Everyone is drunk and he wakes up alone. Now the whole Chengdu, even the whole world, everyone is sleeping and evolving in the spiritual tide. It seems that he is the only one who is still awake.

The silence around him made him feel some inexplicable panic. Above his head, in the depths of the endless sky, it seemed that an invisible big hand was waving to him, and his mind could not help but want to float upward.

"How could this happen? What on earth is calling me?"

Yang Fan tried to concentrate his attention again and again. He wanted to stabilize his mind and not be confused by that illusory consciousness.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't resist the call of invisible consciousness.

Even his system, which has always been extremely heavy, has completely become mute at this time without any hint.

Yang Fan's heart is flustered. He feels that he can't hold on for long. His mind continues to spread upward, and the source of the spirit wants to break through his sea space uncontrollably.

The gravity in the starry sky is getting bigger and bigger, and everything is gradually getting out of his control.

"This is definitely not the function of the psychic tide. What is affecting my soul and what is its purpose?"

Yang Fan was extremely upset, but now he was unable to struggle. His body was no longer under his control, as if something was forcibly stripping the origin of his spirit.

"Ding! The game time is over, and all players are forced to quit!"

At the moment when his spirit was completely stripped off, a very strange cold prompt suddenly sounded in Yang Fan's ear.

Game time, over!

(end of Volume I)