The difficulty of killing and destroying is different.
Like Tong Zhengyang, it explodes at full speed and can break the sound barrier. Even a nuclear bomb attack is highly likely to be avoided by it.
This zombie king has not yet revived, but its magnetic field has affected the entire Xiya Mountains. Tens of thousands of people have their minds twisted and turned into zombies. If he is completely revived, he will have no problem escaping to the ground, let alone flying to the sky. He may even be able to evade nuclear bombs that wipe out the ground.
But at this time, it was suppressed in the golden coffin, and it was very difficult to destroy it.
With Daxuan's level of technology, it is completely possible to throw it out of outer space, or even be more ruthless and throw it directly into the orbit of the sun so that it can be captured by the sun.
Of course, if even the sun can't burn it to death...
Then, there is no need to consider other methods.
"This golden coffin cannot be destroyed easily..."
An Qisheng touched the golden coffin lightly, his hands felt cold, and the coldness penetrated into his bones.
The material of this golden coffin is special, so it won't be too troublesome to destroy. However, the Zombie King Zhushang inside is not so easy to destroy.
As Dao Yitu said, it is rooted in the resentment of heaven and earth and is almost immortal. The principle of its existence is not yet understood.
It would be fine if they could be completely destroyed. But if the golden coffin and talismans were destroyed and they were able to get out of trouble first, the problem would be huge.
"We can only temporarily block it and send people to guard it until there is a proper way to dispose of the golden coffin."
Taoist Juechen glanced at the talisman on it and guessed An Qisheng's concerns.
I don’t know what material this talisman is made of. If it is accidentally damaged, it will be in big trouble.
"No need to send anyone."
An Qisheng shook his head slightly:
"For now, I'll be staying here."
Before Zhu Shang's spiritual imprints were collected and the world coordinates were found, he would not leave the golden coffin.
This zombie king has no possibility of escape. To him, it is a treasure.
"You want to stay here?"
Taoist Juechen frowned, thinking that An Qisheng was afraid that people from the Special Affairs Bureau would randomly test him and release the zombie king instead.
He nodded in agreement: "It's not easy to garrison a large number of troops here, but with you guarding it, everything is safe."
Daxuan is the two poles of the world, and it has the potential to dominate the world. It is impossible for many nearby countries to be wary of it. If they station troops in Mu Feng, it will be a big problem.
Even the Special Affairs Bureau itself has hidden dangers.
"If Daxuan figures out a reliable method of destruction, I can leave at any time."
An Qisheng glanced at the dim night and sat cross-legged directly in front of the golden coffin:
"The rest of the aftermath and explanations will be left to the Taoist Priest!"
His existence may have put him on the Special Affairs Bureau's focus list as early as when he defeated Mu Longcheng. If it weren't for this Zombie King, someone might have already come to talk to him.
Looking at the ancient times, the warriors who saw the gods were the same existences as gods and Buddhas on land. Even now, they are quite a threat to some people.
In the past hundreds of years, Xuanxing has seen precedents of confrontation between divine warriors and the government.
Of course, the Grand Master Jian Shen is also a mortal body, so it is impossible to fight against the army. However, the threat of assassinating a warrior Jian Shen would be too great.
For example, when Mu Longcheng moved overseas, he had his head shaved by some big figures in overseas countries.
Naturally, his presence will be noticed by people.
The reason why he showed off his strength wantonly in front of Taoist Juechen was to avoid certain things.
Taoist Juechen naturally understands this truth.
He nodded, took off his Taoist robe and threw it to An Qisheng, then turned and left:
"Don't worry, little friend An, there won't be any blind people bothering you. In Daxuan, the old Taoist still has some respect!"
Taoist Juechen naturally has this confidence.
He joined the army when he was young and became a monk in his middle age. Over the decades, he has made friends with high-ranking officials, wealthy people, and elites from various industries. He doesn't have many disciples, but they all hold important positions. Captains of special forces like Yaizhen are all his. disciple.
He has connections and prestige, so his words will naturally carry weight.
An Qisheng's kung fu was even higher at this time, and it was not an easy task to reach such a level.
More importantly, he was not in the mood.
Taoist Juechen drifted away and soon disappeared into the vast night of the snowy mountains.
An Qisheng, wearing the loose Taoist robe of Taoist Juechen, took out a bottle of Bigu Pill he left behind and took one pill.
Then close your eyes and look inside to realize your own changes.
Huang Ting's twenty-four body spirits are just a virtual finger, and the number of body spirits that can be condensed is by no means limited to this number. At this time, he is only condensing the prototype of the five internal organs mud pills, trying to condense the perfect Tao foundation.
there's still a long way to go.
.......
"Sure enough, as the magnetic field from the strange source weakens, these zombies are dissipating..."
Looking at the zombie that suddenly fell down under the scorching sun not far away, Wang Zhixuan's eyes lit up.
The cleanup of the Xiya Mountains was not very smooth. Even with strong fire support, it could not prevent people in the team from being infected from time to time, resulting in heavy casualties.
If it hadn't been for the strange magnetic field dissipating three days ago and becoming extremely weak, they would have probably suffered even greater casualties.
From the computer, Ying Long's cold and waveless voice came out:
"Data analysis shows that without the support of the magnetic field, these zombies will not exist for more than thirty-six hours. You should retreat. The casualties in these three days are meaningless."
"Yinglong, data is not everything."
Wang Zhixuan shook her head slightly:
"There are still survivors in the Xiya Mountains. If we clean them up as soon as possible, their chances of survival will be greater. You can't just think about gains and losses."
Yinglong is Daxuan's top artificial intelligence, and its data calculation and tactical formulation are top-notch.
It’s just that artificial intelligence is just artificial intelligence and cannot understand human emotions.
The military exists to protect the personal safety of the people and cannot be measured by simple data.
Just like being able to drive a warship to evacuate a few overseas Chinese, this is something that artificial intelligence cannot understand.
"Incomprehensible."
Ying Long responded coldly.
Wang Zhixuan didn't bother to argue with it, closed the computer and stood up:
"Where's Qinglong?"
Not far away, Yaizhen, who was holding an alloy sword, turned around after hearing the words:
"The requested supplies have been delivered. Qinglong has gone to deliver the supplies to Mr. An..."
Although An Qisheng did not explicitly request it, the emperor was not short of hungry soldiers, so there would naturally be no shortage of necessary supplies.
Daxuan is the world's largest economy, so why do we care about these things?
"Mr. An..."
Wang Zhixuan looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance with a complicated look on her face.
In just one month, the status of each other has undergone earth-shaking changes. A month ago, I assigned him a task, and it didn't take more than a phone call.
Now, her boss Qinglong wants to send supplies to her.
What happened to him this month?
Wang Zhixuan's mood was complicated.
Next to an armored vehicle not far away, Yi Feibai was holding a gun, but he was quite excited.
"It's really possible. The things I take can also enter the blessed land of reincarnation with me..."
Yi Feibai held the gun and muttered to himself.
Before he entered the blessed land of reincarnation again, he didn't expect that the gun in his hand would also appear at the same time.
The gun in his hand is the standard firearm of the Special Affairs Bureau and is much more powerful than ordinary firearms.
Although the swordsman named Zhao Qiandu was powerful in swordsmanship, he was still defeated by his long-range strafing.
He also got a twelve-link sword.
But what excited him was not the sword technique, but the meaning of this matter.
This gun can be brought in, so modern weapons such as sniper rifles and high-explosive grenades can also be brought in?
.......
Woohoo~
The cold wind blew through the golden coffin, and there seemed to be a howling sound.
In the darkness of the golden coffin, a tall figure that looked like a demon was constantly colliding with the seal.
Endless resentment filled his heart, and all the demons roared with rage, frantically hitting the seal.
It took him a thousand years, a full thousand years, to finally open the seal, but at this time, his success fell short!
What the hell is this place?
It’s okay if there is no aura of heaven and earth, but there is not even the bad luck of resentment.
What's even more detestable is that this ghost place is extremely sparsely populated.
So much so that it put him in such an embarrassing situation.
"Hate! Hate! Hate!
Ant, ant, you deserve to die, you deserve to die! ! ! "
All the mourners roared with anger and were mad with hatred.
But no matter how he charged and roared, there was no response at all.
An Qisheng, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the golden coffin, didn't notice it at all.
"call!"
An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes and saw a helicopter slowly flying towards the sky in the distance.
Phew~
Not long after, the helicopter landed slowly, and bursts of air blew up the snow.
Qinglong in camouflage clothes stepped off the helicopter, holding a purple wooden box in his hand.
Several special operations team members followed him, carrying various supplies, tents, pure water, and all kinds of clothing.
"Mr. An!"
Qinglong stepped forward, his eyes stayed on the golden coffin for a moment, and then looked at An Qisheng:
"This time I have Mr. Lao."
"Taoist Priest Juechen knows what happened, so there is no need to ask me."
An Qisheng glanced at Qinglong.
He has a bone age of fifty-seven and a strong cultivation level. He has three sharp weapons hidden on his body, no firearms, and high explosives hidden close to his heart.
"Mr. An misunderstood."
Qinglong put down the wooden box:
"The Zombie King incident had a great impact. Mr. An solved the matter and even guarded March. The equivalent of points is 150,000. These bigu pills were replaced according to the wishes of Taoist Master Juechen. They are enough to meet the gods and warriors. Required for one year.
The remaining 110,000 points have been distributed to your account in the Law Enforcement Warrior Forum. "
"One hundred and fifty thousand points?"
An Qisheng nodded slightly.
The Special Affairs Bureau has been extremely generous.
One point from the Law Enforcement Warrior Forum is equivalent to 10,000 Daxuan coins. This is an official exchange. If it is a private transaction, the value will be even higher.
150,000 points are already equivalent to 1.5 billion Daxuan coins.
The Daxuan Coin is an international currency, and its value is no worse than the US dollar that dominated the world in previous lives.
Immediately, he raised his hand and grabbed it weakly.
Buzz~
It seemed like just a flick of five fingers, a flick, a grab.
The wooden box more than ten meters away was shaken, swayed, and actually flew into the sky. Under the gaze of the three people, he caught it in his hand.
The two special forces members behind Qinglong were horrified and their eyes went straight.
This move is much more magical than retrieving objects from the air, controlling cranes and capturing dragons.
It’s simply a superpower.
"So strong."
Seeing this hand, Qinglong couldn't help but be moved by his calmness.
This Gang Jin Kung Fu alone is almost mythical. At least, none of the great masters he has ever seen can do this.
In the final analysis, Gang Jin Kung Fu is the use of air flow.
He has never heard of anyone who can use Gang Qi to this extent. Maybe there is, but it is absolutely impossible to be so lighthearted.
Although he saw that this was An Qisheng's show of force, he had to say that this move was too clever, and the three-point temptation and inquiry in his heart suddenly faded away.
Immediately, he asked the two team members to put down their supplies and then bowed and left.
An Qisheng didn't care how many people stayed or left.
His eyes fell on the golden coffin again.
This seal was tighter than he imagined, so much so that he could not collect the spiritual imprints of Zhu Shang through this golden coffin, let alone analyze the world coordinates in it.
On the golden coffin, there are nine talismans in total. The runes outlined on them are not visible, but the patterns can be seen faintly.
He knew that these nine talismans were the key to the seal.
"Perhaps, you can try one or two..."
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