Mythological origin

Chapter 158 Longevity
"Boom!"

A loud noise not far away brought the one person and one cat who were still wrangling back to reality.

"Outrageous, a monster fell directly from the sky and hit the eleventh district over there."

They did not live in their own private small world, but chose to live on the Daqian leader ship.

"It should be monsters with three heads around the fifth level." After a flash of light flashed in his eyes, Lin Zilan found out the enemy's situation.

"We shake people."

Lin Yuedong pulled Lin Zilan to fly in the opposite direction of the loud noise, and took out the communication terminal and said.

"it is good!"

The two guys agreed without hesitation.

Lin Yuedong is very clear about his situation. He is a fifth-rank rookie who was forced to use the resources of the empire.

I haven't fought a single one for hundreds of years, and I have been working hard at the Imperial Research Institute.

Empty has the lifespan of the power of the fifth level, but has no experience in fighting with the same level.

In terms of combat power, it may be the same as the standard five-level combat power evaluation system.

Relying on the difference in level, purely using force to overwhelm people, punching 100 jin with a punch, hitting 30 jin with a punch, running [-] meters in one second to bully someone who runs [-] meters in one second, the hard data is far worse than my own.

If you want to deal with monsters of the same level, that's too much thinking.

He actually doesn't like to practice, and he doesn't like to fight, but there is no way, the cultivation system is currently the only way to greatly extend his lifespan.

Longevity is the source of all desires.

He can be an ordinary happy person without strength, but I want to die and live longer.

Within the scope, the ceiling of life extension technology for mortals is still too high. Even in the small land of white where I was at the time, if I choose a special person who cultivates, he will live for more than 200 years if he is as good as the sky.

That is a matter of the physical body or medical treatment. The cloning technology is very mature in the empire, and the transfer and transmission of consciousness can also be realized by the old age.

Outside the empire, poor people who had the money to do cloning and recovery operations before their bodies were slightly injured seldom even chose to give up their physical bodies, ascend to the "seventh dimension", and live in the data world ever since.

But for the conscious body, there is still a problem called "passivation".

As time goes by, there will be no new memories, and the newly added information will be pressed into the memory endlessly, until the conscious body can not fully carry it, and the random loss of past stored information will end.

It's like a hard disk that's already full, and it's still necessary to store information outside.

The information on the hard disk can be actively selected to be written or written, and it is written when it is full, but the consciousness is OK.

As long as you are awake, your consciousness is perceiving and thinking every minute and every second, generating new information and becoming a part of memory storage, which is constantly stuffed out.

In the end, either the random memory disappearance becomes more and more slight, until the existence of personality cannot be maintained, which is equivalent to death.

Or choose to sleep forever, stop inputting information, and wait for the day when technology achieves major and minor breakthroughs.

The former is the choice of quite a few imperial people.

Imperial officials also provide corresponding services.

But Eternal Sleep requires costs, and you have to pay maintenance fees every year, which is about [-] imperial gold dollars a year, and the price will be adjusted with inflation, which is not a big number in the long run.

If it takes 1000 or 2000 years to break through, the maintenance fee account alone can make a very small number of people go bankrupt.

As for whether the contract can be fulfilled a thousand years ago, no one is worried about that.

After all, outside the lower levels of the empire, there are no old monsters that can live for thousands of years.

It is said that it was the administrative officer who was scheduled to stamp the cabin for eternal sleep after 2000, and I was the one who stamped the cabin for confirmation before 2000.

……

"boom!"

Another bang.

That time Lin Yuedong was very vague about what was going on.

Because the source of the loud noise is myself.

We were still running slow enough to be chased down by the first wave of monsters that descended, and shot down from mid-air with one claw.

Of course, it was also to blame for Lin Yuedong's being too pushy, holding the cat while running, subconsciously flying at high altitudes at the speed of sound.

The result of doing that was the loud sound of the sonic boom, which resounded dozens of miles away, and directly attracted the pursuit of monsters.

Moving at the speed of sound looks weak and domineering to the eyes of high-level monks, but the effect of attracting monsters is also really first-rate.

The Xuanhua layer detected eight-headed monsters of the seventh rank, and they all chased after them.

At the seventh level, moving at the speed of sound is the basic exercise, which is slightly different from ordinary people running.

But there is obviously no difference between people. I am also running at the seventh level, and I am far behind the two monsters.

"Fortunately, Lin Zilan is thick enough..."

Lin Yuedong, who was holding the cat under his hand, patted the dust that was not present under his body, and said while looking at the mess around him.

The inexplicable claw just now sent me, who was flying at a low speed, to the ground like a bug.

It's just that I'm a seventh-level psionic cultivator, and I don't have a layer of unbelievably thick tortoise shell Lin Zilan that can be activated at any time.

So even if it hits the ground at an instantaneous speed of a thousand kilometers per hour, it will still be unscathed.

"Are you dizzy?" Lin Yue shook the cat that had changed back to its original form under his head.

The essence of the Xuanhua layer is just a seventh-level cat demon, which can barely be mixed into the battles of the same level, but it is pure cannon fodder in the battles between monks of the lower ranks.

Still like turning back into a cat shape, lying under Lin Yuedong's head as a pendant.

"Something happened, he concentrated on looking for opportunities to escape."

After the little enemy became, the Xuanhua layer also became serious.

At this time, the news is not well-informed, but we still know that the world within the empire has been turned into a huge game field by the World-Suppressing Golden Talisman.

Even if he is killed now, he will die, but will be reborn a long time ago.

……

Standing hundreds of meters away from Lin Yuedong were two silver existences that looked nothing like liquid metal robots.

They don't have the shape of muscular men, but seem to have heads.

Or the "muscles" of the arms, shoulders, and back are so overdeveloped that they swell to the point where even the head is submerged.

Two pairs of arms are drawn like a small cross on the front back, and at the end of the arms are only eight finger-like claws.

For a seventh-order existence, the distance of a few hundred meters is far from being face-to-face.

In just one second, the fist formed from the claws of the "liquid robot" can be glued to Lin Yuedong's face.

……

Lin Yuedong suddenly blessed his soul, and stopped frantically shrinking Lin Zilan under him.

At that moment, with or without any combat experience at the same level, I inexplicably recalled a book of the underdogs that I found when I was chatting one day when I was still in the small white land hundreds of years later.

This is a note of a seventh-level monk.

It was written outside that Gan Linyi, who spread out, was too strong in the face of martial arts enemies, and she was more nervous than cutting butter with a knife.

As a psionic monk who is a mage, he must shrink Lin Zilan to the extreme, so that his defense is strong enough to withstand our attack.

PS: Ah, I've been too decadent recently.

(End of this chapter)