Cannon fodder female supporter's technological path to immortality

Chapter 114 Chapter 113

Chu Xinghe looked around the new version of the spiritual energy compressor, and then said: "It looks good, but I don't know if our idea is right, let's put some low-grade spirit stones in for a try."

"Okay, try putting [-] spirit stones first." Su Wanyue agreed.

On the new version of the spirit compressor, there is a funnel-shaped groove on the left to put down the spirit stone. This part is called the entrance to the spirit.

A curved pipe on the right produces false spiritual crystals, and under the pipe, an open storage bag is fixed to hold the false spiritual crystals, which is the spiritual exit.

On the side of the compressor, under the pipe, there is also a large pipe.

There are two ways to generate spirit stones.

One is plant fossils, which gradually turn into spiritual stones after thousands of years of spiritual baptism.

One is a stone containing spirit sand, which slowly turns into a spirit stone after absorbing spirit energy.

The spiritual stones transformed from plant fossils are less, and the quality of such spiritual stones is usually higher, and generally unearthed are medium-grade or above spiritual stones.

Low-grade spirit stones are all transformed from stones.

After the compressor extracts the aura, the residue will be further extracted to extract the attached spirit sand.

The spirit sand gathered together is a natural gathering formation.

Su Wanyue put [-] low-grade spirit stones into the spirit mouth, and pressed the start button next to it.

There was a not-so-harsh roar from the machine.

Then, pseudo-spiritual crystals came out of the spiritual mouth.

Su Wanyue praised: "This spirit crystal is produced very quickly."

When the machine stops running, the button will automatically restore.

Su Wanyue took off the storage bag and poured the fake spirit crystals inside on the table. A small pile of fist-sized spirit crystals reflected a very charming brilliance in the sunlight.

Su Wanyue did some processing on the exit of the spirit mouth. Only spirit crystals that meet the standard can come out, and spirit crystals that are less than the size of a fist must be returned to be remade.

Chu Xinghe counted and said, "A total of 32 pseudo spirit crystals."

One spirit crystal can be exchanged for one hundred top-grade spirit stones, one top-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for one hundred top-grade spirit stones, one high-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for one hundred middle-grade spirit stones, one middle-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for one hundred low-grade spirit stones Lingshi.

Even if the fake spirit crystals are sold as top-grade spirit stones, one can still be sold for 100 million low-grade spirit crystals.

Chu Xinghe once again understood that the spiritual energy extraction compressor was heaven-defying. This machine was like a magic weapon and could not be exposed at all.

Just when Chu Xinghe was in a daze.

Su Wanyue said: "Brother Chu, I'm going to choose a very good name for Zipped, do you have any suggestions?"

Chu Xinghe thought for a while and said, "Create a spiritual weapon?"

"Uh...not aggressive enough." Su Wanyue rubbed her chin and thought for a while and said, "Spiritual Qi Purifier No. [-], referred to as Lingji No. [-], what do you think?"

Chu Xinghe: "...not very good."

Su Wanyue frowned and thought for a while, but couldn't think of a suitable name.

Chu Xinghe said, "How about Hand of the Gods No. [-]?"

Su Wanyue raised her head and asked, "Why?"

Chu Xinghe explained: "Our compressor has a lot to do with it, and the interests involved are too great. Only you and I know, and even the two masters can't tell."

"I don't mean to say that the two masters are untrustworthy. It's just that they have clansmen and close friends behind them. What if they accidentally say something and someone overhears it?"

"So, we have to be careful. In the future, when we chat, we will say an irrelevant name, and no one else will be able to guess it."

"The hand of the gods means the masterpiece of heaven, and the compressor is fully worthy of this title."

Su Wanyue couldn't help saying: "In this way, the hand of the gods is not suitable. If you touch a word of gods, other monks will definitely think about it."

"Or call it Tengu No. [-]."

Chu Xinghe froze suddenly, Wanyue made a turn, and almost suffocated him.

How could he be downgraded from a god to a dog?
Su Wanyue touched the compressor affectionately: "In ancient times there was a saying that the dog eats the moon, but now my dog ​​eats the spirit stone."

Chu Xinghe glanced at the compressor sympathetically, and thought to himself that it was fortunate that it had no spiritual consciousness, otherwise it would probably have died.

The name of the compressor was settled.

Su Wanyue spent another ten days building a Tengu-[-].

Tiangou No. [-] was given to Chu Xinghe.

After the machine was built, Su Wanyue told Taoist Nine Heavens and returned to Qingyun College with Chu Xinghe.

After returning, she took a two-month vacation, entered the space, and began to practice with pseudo spirit crystals.

The kung fu she practiced was Zixu Immemorial Thunder God Jue. For this kung fu, it is best to use thunder spirit energy.

Without thunder aura, it is also possible to use ordinary aura to cultivate, but it takes a little effort to convert ordinary aura into thunder aura.

Fortunately, she practiced with pseudo-spiritual crystals, which could avoid refining impurities. She didn't need to purify spiritual power over and over again, which saved a lot of trouble. It just transformed into thunder force spiritual power, and the cultivation speed was very fast.

Su Wanyue has been practicing in seclusion for a month, and her cultivation level has been raised to the middle stage of foundation establishment, and this is the result of one (and more compression of her cultivation base.

"It's not a good thing to improve your cultivation too quickly." Su Wanyue sighed melancholy.

With the help of Lingjing, Xiaoqing, who has advanced to the foundation stage, also said: "It's really not good. I haven't built a foundation in a hundred years of cultivation, and now I have built a foundation in less than a month. I can't believe it. I thought I was Live the dream."

After advancing to Foundation Establishment, Xiaoqing's fur became smoother and more comfortable, and Su Wanyue couldn't put it down to touch it.

Xiaoling squatted on Su Wanyue's shoulder and echoed: "The cultivation is too fast, I feel so unfulfilled."

One person, one fox and one bean seedling, sighed together.

How helpless and helpless that tone is.

It's just that, if there is no a little embarrassment, the little dragon in the dragon's egg will not pay attention to them.

But now, it really wanted to slap those three bastards to death with one paw.

The bastard, just because she couldn't come out, tried his best to frighten him. Sooner or later, he... will have to frighten him to show them.

The dragon egg rolled around on the ground angrily.

Su Wanyue made a move, and the dragon egg flew to her side.

She raised her hand to touch the dragon egg, and asked with concern: "Eggy, aren't you itchy?"

"This... your eggshell is so thick, and my nails are so thin, I can't scratch your itch for sure, or I'll bake you with fire until it's cooked...ah no... um..."

"Bake it, and all the fleas and bugs will be gone."

Su Wanyue's voice was as gentle as water, but when it fell into Xiaolong's ears, it was extremely vicious.

It is not yet deaf, and heard her say that it should be roasted.

Sure enough, she thought about eating it all the time.

woo woo woo...

When the dragon egg cried, sparks flew everywhere.

A purple flame slipped out of Su Wanyue's hand, scurrying around, absorbing the flame.

The dragon egg cried for a long time, and found that its flames had all gone to Zixu Shenhuo. Having lost most of its flame power, it collapsed weakly in the dragon egg, gasping for air alone.

Su Wanyue touched the dragon egg, and asked warmly, "Little Charmander, are you okay?"

Little Fire Dragon felt a little comforted, and lightly rubbed her palm, which was considered a bit of a conscience.

Su Wanyue was thinking, should she cry again?

(End of this chapter)