Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Despite being in the darkness of the earth, Zuo Jingyun still faintly emits a glimmer of light, as if it had been condensed in the earth for hundreds of millions of years of ore.

The two little guys quietly thought about her words, and they were also infected by the light that she released from the whole body, and felt that there was an inexplicable force in her body.

"The meat is fried, eat it quickly."

The boxing champion brought three plates and three forks. In addition to the two little ones, he also handed a piece of flesh to the left.

Zuo Jingyun looked at the boxing champion and the fried synthetic meat in his hand for a long time, saying: "I didn't expect you to be such a boxing champion."

"Although I don't need to supplement fat and protein, ordinary people obviously have to eat three meals a day."

The boxing champion said faintly, "Only when you have enough to eat and drink, you have the strength to practice and fight. The deliciousness of food will definitely affect the combat effectiveness. In order to adjust the combat state to the best, you must consider every detail. I am good at cooking. What's so strange?"

Zuo Jingyun laughed and thanked the boxing champion, and sincerely extended his hand to him: "Boxing, I think you are very different from the ordinary 孽 ,, how, have no interest in joining our organization, Become a comprehension and smash this **** world together?"

"I am not interested in becoming a comprehension."

The boxing champion refused without hesitation. He paused and said again, "But I am very interested in smashing this **** world."

Zuo Jingyun slightly stunned and laughed aloud: "Yes, actually, I don’t think so. I don’t care what the real comprehension is like. I am only interested in smashing this **** world.

"Or, a generation has a mission of a generation. If our generation has the opportunity to completely smash this **** baux world, it will suffice. As for the mission of building a new world after the erosion, it will be handed over to Hante and Liuli have a generation to worry about.

"Because we must all die on the battlefield of the old world!"

Hante and the glazed mouth were smashed with fragrant pieces of meat, and they heard about them on the left, and looked up at the bald female warrior.

"Will not!"

The glass waving the fork and rushing, "Cloud sister will definitely survive, live to see a beautiful new world, to realize your dreams, find a wilderness with low clouds, take a small but very beautiful The house, then do nothing all day, just sitting on the threshold or lying on the roof, looking at the sky, watching the earth, free and carefree!"

Zuo Jingyun smiled. The almost transparent eyeballs really showed a touch of blue and pure white, as if the whole sky had flowed to her eyes.

She was almost moved to tears by this picture, but the blue and pure white colors disappeared, and soon they recovered calm and hard.

"From the rock formations and abandoned tunnels we dug today, we are getting closer and closer to the legendary temple. There are also a number of scattered dragons that are also running away. At least thousands of fighters are still able to Surviving, everyone is moving forward from all directions to the temple. It is expected that the temple will be found the fastest tomorrow and the 'Global Nets Strike System' will be activated."

Left Jingyun's eyes bloomed with a smoldering fire on the ground, chewing a fork, and sulking. "However, the cultivator bites very tightly behind our ass, and maybe it will follow, and there will be a fierce battle.

"My life and death don't matter, the house is not built, but even if it is dead, I must activate the ‘global sword net strike system’ and do a good job against ‘the city of the sky, Manzhushahua’!

"I really don't know what it will be tomorrow, tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow will be better!"

The two little guys, Hante and Liuli, respectively, took the left hand of Zuo Jingyun’s hot hand and the cold left hand, which was extremely serious and sincere.

The boxing champion watched silently, and the crystal brain “squeaked” and collected everything he saw and heard into his own database and integrated it into his own logic loop.

In its logic loop, something like a virus but more subtle is slowly growing.

......

Gao Kang was standing upright on the bridge of the "Dashan", staring at the star-studded starlight in the deep sea of ​​stars, the starring of the tears, reminding him of the guns that slaughtered the brothers twenty years ago. Fire and swordsman.

Gao Kang’s “Dashan” is one of the largest starships in the Starlight Joint Strike Fleet, but it is not an ultra-heavy cruiser or expeditionary ship refining in the regular military shipyards of the Empire. class.

As early as 545 years ago, it was used for the purpose of “deep space exploration, mining and smelting vessels”, sliding from a civilian shipyard to Xinghai. In other words, it is an uncompromising Xinghai mining vessel. Responsible for moving mining operations in seismic zones, asteroid belts and gravel belts that are unable to spread open mines in dangerous areas where the environment is harsh, radiation and starbursts are endless.

Gao Kangda became the deputy director of the mining room on the “Dashan” 30 years ago. This is the highest position that the original person can reach. From that day on, he knows every screw of the “Dashan”. .

Twenty years ago, they launched a big uprising, seized the "Dashan", fled the control of the immortal, and since they turned to the Starlight organization, he even regarded the "Dashan" as his wife and even the flesh and blood. Every cabin in the "Dashan", every armor inlaid, and each external crystal turret that is adsorbed, must be cherished by his days and nights to give the most appropriate. arrangement.

In the eyes of outsiders, the "Dashan" is like a pile of garbage hills piled up. It is a steel behemoth full of deformed tumors, with exposed fins, heat shields and Metal components of unknown use, as if they did not have to wait for the Emperor to take a gun, they will fly apart when flying in the Xinghai, let alone the extremely dangerous Xinghai jump.

Some people even made a name for the ship that Gao Kangda did not exist, called it "ancient garbage", that is, the meaning of the old and huge garbage.

But only Gao Kangda and the brothers who have been following him for decades have known how strong and reliable the Dagu No. is, how to help them fight the most violent Star Storm again and again. The gravel star flow, the most dangerous four-dimensional space, how is it again and again against the imperial artillery fire, thinking about each other's defense line, the old guys who are high above, like shattered raw ore, shattered into powder!

"In addition to having children, the Dashan No. can do anything; except for the Imperial Capital, the Tianyuan, and the Tianji, the Dashan is dare to break in!"

This is the most firm belief of the crew of Dashan, including the captain Gao Kangda.

But today...

At the thought of the offensive that they will launch tomorrow, the self-cultivator Gao Kangda who was killed in countless times of encirclement and anti-encirclement and suppression, still could not help but secretly swallowed.

After this war, this ship has followed him for decades, and even has become a big ship for him and countless people "homes". It is very likely that he will really be fragmented, smashed, and become a huge floating in the stars. Garbage.

Just, do they have other options?

If there are choices, they will not launch any uprising 20 years ago, but they will be their miners honestly, and they will eat hard with their skills!

God knows that his brothers, Gao Kangda, are all honest, honest and honest people. There are not half of them who are lazy and sneaky.

Mining in the depths of the planet is already a dangerous thing, and it is dangerous to travel through the extremely unstable gravel belt, which is dangerously bombarded with radiation, meteors and star storms!

For hundreds of years, from the ancestors to the whole of them, they have been gnashing their teeth. They don’t know how much valuable ore they have collected for the company and the empire with their own hands and bones, no matter how they build strength, durability and radiation resistance. Those extremely painful supernatural powers still use some special gene medicines and fortified medicines to transform some of their organs, even taking energy pills for a long time. Many people fight for a few days and nights and then silently fall into the post... These things are commonplace for them. Everyone has never complained about it. They are contributing to the country and human civilization!

But, how can this country, this **** human civilization, be so difficult to satisfy? The annual mining quota is getting higher and higher, but all the slightly stable and easy-to-exploit places have been mined, and they have to step into dangerous areas filled with radiation, high-energy particle streams and extremely unstable gravel belts. Mining efficiency has naturally fallen sharply, and the rate of casualties has risen sharply. As a result, morale is low and production is unstable. Can you blame their laziness?

These reasons, Gao Kangda did not know how many times he said with the management of the above-mentioned cultivators. The brothers have really tried their best, and even the vomiting blood can not spit out, but the above is just ignored, the foreman is carrying The thorn's electromagnetic warfare is hot and sturdy. A whip can remove a person's flesh. Two whip can crush five bones. The three whip can make people squander.

In the end, seeing that there is no more value from these miners, the company is still thinking about introducing several fully automatic psionic mining and smelting production lines, replacing all human miners with mining rafts.

It’s a pity to see that these people started from hundreds of years ago and have been engaged in mining operations for generations. Nothing can be done except for prospecting and mining. Even more, the asteroid belt with extremely harsh environment cannot provide it at all. How can they survive if the mining industry replaces them all? (To be continued...) r