What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 688
When Xu Ji returned to Mount Lu, he called Lingxi Boy to his side.

First, I asked about the study and living conditions of the students on Lushan Mountain during the time he left.

When I learned that the number of high school students on Lushan has increased to nearly [-].

Xu Ji couldn't help but sigh.

Eighty thousand high school students?
This is 8 golden pills, or even [-] yuan infants!
According to Nascent Soul cultivator, it can take several months to rub a transistor with hands to calculate.

In just one year, these people can probably create a computer equivalent to the level of Blue Star in the 50s in this mythical world.

How many times can the Bluestar computer in the 50s calculate per second?

10 times?

Xu Ji's cheek twitched.

He planned to wait for the old fairy to finish his work, then find the design drawing of the transistor from Blue Star, and give it to the students as homework.

Let's see if we can really build a computer in this mythical world!
As long as you have a computer, it will take decades to form a network.

"It seems that under the sect of the old fairy, there are tens of thousands of star officials..."

Xu Ji's eyeballs rolled: "This is a free global satellite communication network!"

"As long as the problems of networking, grid connection, instant messaging, and transmission can be solved, the information level of the mythical world may be able to drop Blue Star in seconds!"

This is so normal.

After all, Bluestar's scientific and technological development is driven by capital and led by the market.

Moreover, related technical fields rely heavily on the flashes of a single talented scientist or entrepreneur.

For example, smart mobile network technology cannot do without the promotion of the late Jobs.

However, in the world of mythology, the most indispensable thing is talent.

Moreover, these talents also have a long and long life span.

A random golden elixir can live for 1000 years, and a nascent baby can start for ten thousand years.

Moreover, everyone can be 007, everyone can add black and white.

As long as needed, even a Jindan cultivator can work without eating or drinking, without sleep or rest, and maintain high work efficiency for a month in a row!

As for Nascent Soul?

Started in half a year!

Legend has it that celestial beings can even stare at one thing for hundreds or thousands of years.

In the past, though, they focused on the avenues.

Mysterious and mysterious, wonderful and wonderful, elusive, indescribable avenue.

In order to comprehend the mysteries of the Dao, most monks can sit for several years or decades without moving.

Well, this is what they call 'a firm heart'.

Now, it is not difficult to change the direction of Dao Xin.

Therefore, as soon as Xu Ji rolled his eyes, he already had hundreds of different plans in his mind.

Then list the details of these plans one by one in your mind, and then distribute ideas, fill in and proofread by yourself.

It is the basic skill of Taoist characters to be single-minded and multi-purpose.

And Xu Ji has already mastered it, so it is naturally effortless.

It only took a few days, and the thoughts he assigned were reported one after another, and the plan had been filled.

The details are listed clearly and the steps are complete.

Xu Ji checked these plans, filtered and reviewed them one by one with his thoughts, and then began to memorize them.

Just like he used to memorize Lan Xing's textbook by rote.

This is also impossible.

The idea of ​​a mythical world cannot be brought to Blue Star.

He didn't need to write them all down, though.

It's almost as long as you remember an outline.

For the rest, when we arrive at Blue Star, we will organize some experts and professors to help with advice, deduction, and perfection.

Xu Ji feels that now he can almost be a chess player, walk on the chessboard and make a request.

After all, he already has a lot of chips!

Already qualified for the table!
Not to mention, this is a multi-party game.

Xu Ji thought about those countries and organizations that wanted to send him infinite cards one after another, and he was already sure in his heart.

……

at dawn.

Master Tongtian finished his meditation.

He walked up to the hole in the canyon and looked at the mycelium that had completely decayed and started to emit a foul smell.

The saint has been 100% sure that the ghost tree in this world is mutated from the magic plant in the wild and secluded magic fly garden.

The same is in the form of spores, but it can grow into a big tree.

The same will rot rapidly after death, and even release a large amount of poisonous gas.

However, there are still many differences.

In Honghuang, Jiuyou's magic fly garden is hidden in the gap in the depths of Jiuyou.

There is no sunshine, no rain, only a dark place of poisonous fog and blood.

In addition, the magic plants in the magic fly garden, as known by the leader of Tongtian, are the sanctuary for the larvae of the magic fly family.

The Nascent Soul members of the magic fly family will lay their eggs on the magic plants in the garden when laying eggs.

Then, from the Jiuyou and the sea of ​​blood, dirty blood, demonic energy, and poisonous energy were brought in to nourish the larvae.

The eggs of the larvae will be on the magic plant, sucking these filthy things, and will continue to grow and grow.

When the eggs are about to hatch, the Magic Fly Garden will, under the auspices of the Fly Daoist, penetrate the sea of ​​blood from the gap in the depths of the Nine Nethers, randomly select a place, open the entrance of the garden, and let the waves of the sea of ​​blood flow and wash the garden , Bring all the magic plants and insect eggs in the garden to the sea of ​​blood.

This will complete a sowing of the magic fly.

It is also a way that the Fly Daoists have come up with over the long years to increase the survival rate of the Mofly Clan.

In this way, more than half of the [-] billion insect eggs can hatch.

This will greatly increase the survival rate of the magic flies.

From one in a million to one in 50.

Therefore, in the Great Desolation, the magic flies in the magic fly garden will concentrate on laying eggs at one time.

So that their offspring can complete most of the hatching preparations before the garden enters the sea of ​​blood.

Obviously, the ghost tree in this world is no longer a shelter for devil fly eggs.

Instead, it became something else.

Master Tongtian held the soul gold in his hand, and the soul gold changed colors in the morning light.

"When Taoist Fly is found, the poor Taoist must ask clearly, what did he do to this world?"

While it's pretty much a guess, the details are crucial.

While thinking about this, the phone beeped.

Master Tongtian thought it was someone sending a message, so he picked it up and took a look.

No.

It is a 'software' pop-up screen that comes with this phone.

It was a 'news' that was pushed over.

only……

Master Tongtian frowned as he looked at the pictures and titles on the pop-up window.

"In the Gulf of the Middle East, an unknown biological attack is suspected!"

A blurry photo was placed in the pop-up window.

Master Tongtian looked at the faintly visible silhouette on the photo.

"Magic fly?"

"It's still a body!"

"It seems that the Fly Daoist is very likely to be alive!"

Like Asura, the Demon Flies are bound to their ancestors by blood.

Theoretically speaking, if the fly daoist dies, all the magic flies will be extinct!
Unless, there is an individual who is sheltered by the saint or by himself, breaks the shackles of blood and becomes the source of a new ethnic group!

There are no saints in this world, and it is impossible to have enough resources to allow monsters to break the shackles of blood—at the very least, one must have the cultivation base of a golden immortal, or the realm of a great saint with the concept of a monster race!
The Master Tongtian immediately took a skillful screenshot of the news pop-up window.

Then send it to Gui Ling, typing request: "I need all the information about this matter!"

(End of this chapter)