Sixty-six thousand points.
It's ten times more than Jiufujie.
An Qisheng was not surprised. The Jiufu Realm could not give birth to a monster like Zhu Shang, so it was reasonable to need more Dao power.
Entering the Dream Jiufu Realm, he inherited the essence of tens of thousands of years of martial arts in the Jiufu Realm, and inherited the past and the future to develop the three-thousand-year-old King Power Taoist sect, and the harvest was extremely huge.
To him, 66,000 points of Dao Power were just drizzle.
However, the world coordinates are incomplete. God knows what realm he will enter in his dream, and how many times he will have to try to find the realm where the Zombie King's feet are.
"Can the coordinates of the world be replenished by consuming Dao power?"
An Qisheng's heart moved and he asked.
The Dao Yitu was seriously damaged and had no intelligence at all. It was not as dull as the first generation of artificial intelligence. Except for the dream that it contained, and the dreaming for thousands of years, he had to know whether other abilities existed except for self-awareness and omniscience. try.
[Consumption of power can calculate world coordinates]
Sure enough, when asked by An Qisheng, Dao Yitu immediately responded;
[Consuming one hundred points of Tao power, the world coordinates contained in the spiritual imprint can be calculated within a hundred years (Xuanxing time)]
[Consumption of 10,000 Taoist points can be completed within a year...]
[It consumes one hundred thousand points of power and can be calculated within forty days]
[Consuming one million points of power, the complete world coordinates can be deduced within four days...]
...
"...."
An Qisheng was a little speechless.
What was a no-brainer to him was nothing to Dao Yitu. As long as the Dao power was enough, it seemed that he could get the complete world coordinates in not even a millisecond.
"In this way, there is a lot of room for maneuver."
After thinking about it in his mind, An Qisheng chose to use one hundred thousand power to calculate the world coordinates.
Although he still has 1.2 million Dao Power, this is what he has accumulated over tens of thousands of years by countless people in the world.
Is it not easy to come by?
How could it be so wasted?
After all, it would be about forty days before the talisman disappeared. It would be wrong to waste it.
It only lasted about forty days, and he could afford to wait.
After all, although his path does not depend on Dao Yitu, he has mastered Dao Yitu's dreaming, insight, and omniscience abilities, but he is still a little far from being able to enter the dream world and sleepwalk through the worlds alone.
For him, Dao Li is prepared for any danger.
call!
Slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air, a helicopter was already approaching among the clouds in the distance, beating the airflow.
For more than a month, the Special Affairs Bureau has not been idle.
While various internal discussions on destruction countermeasures were being carried out, people would come from time to time.
Da da da~
The helicopter landed slowly in the distance.
The group got off the helicopter.
An Qisheng glanced slightly. This time, not only the people from the special operations team came, but also a few ordinary people with loose muscles and bones who had obviously not practiced kung fu.
An old man with glasses and a short beard, a beautiful girl, and a middle-aged man with glasses.
The three of them each carried instruments and walked towards here, surrounded by the special operations team.
The leader of the team is Qi Niu, a disciple of Xue Zheng's sect, a senior fellow of Jing Xiaolou, and a master who has already taken pills.
"Mr. An!"
As they got closer, all the special forces members, including Prisoner Niu, saluted.
"I have been taught by Grandmaster Xue. You are Grandmaster Xue's disciple, so you don't have to be too polite."
An Qisheng stood up and returned the salute.
The cold wind howled in the snow-capped mountains, and he was only wearing a single coat.
Prisoner Niu and others were not surprised, but the three old men were quite surprised.
The snow-capped mountains here are not too high, but the temperature is also more than ten degrees below zero. You are only wearing a single piece of clothing and don't even put up a tent. You have been sitting like this for more than a month?
The girl looked on, horrified.
Is that human being?
"The teacher said that the master is the teacher, and the etiquette cannot be abolished."
Qiu Niu smiled bitterly, pointed to the three people behind him, and introduced: "This is Dr. Yang Guanglin, and these two are his students, Geng Yingying and Su Xiuwei. They came with us to study the golden coffin this time. ..."
"Hello Mr. An!"
Yang Guanglin, who was about fifty or sixty years old, with a thin appearance and bright eyes, took the initiative to step forward, put down the instrument case, and shook hands with An Qisheng.
"Hello Dr. Yang."
An Qisheng shook hands with him.
He had heard that Yang Guanglin was a top scholar in the country. He was in charge of many scientific research projects and was a national treasure. When he was in Xuanjing, he had collected the spiritual imprints of the top talents, including his disciples.
"I've heard of Mr. An's name for a long time. When I saw him today, it was really extraordinary."
Yang Guanglin sighed slightly.
He is familiar with the martial arts world, and has seen many Ouchi masters with his own eyes. Although the young man in front of him may not look amazing, but he can defeat Mu Longcheng, the number one person in the martial arts world, so he is not an ordinary person.
Of course you are very polite.
"A martial artist cannot compare to Dr. Yang."
An Qisheng let go of his hand.
In the three hundred years of Xuanxing, martial arts has made great progress based on science and technology, and martial arts has become popular in the country. However, even if boxing skills are gods, they are not more important to the country than scientific researchers.
This can be seen from Wang Zhixuan's unique status, captains of Baodan-level special operations teams like Qiu Niu have to come to escort Yang Guanglin.
Martial arts can strengthen the body, but technology can strengthen the country and the army, which has a different meaning.
"Mr. An is too modest. In ancient times, a person like you was a land god, a country's national teacher, and a big shot that the Emperor wanted to see."
Yang Guanglin smiled.
The two chatted for a few words and after exchanging polite words, the topic turned to the golden coffin.
"I started researching these 'outsiders' two years ago after the footage from the Golden Eagle Country came out."
Yang Guanglin rubbed his cold palms and looked at the golden coffin with a hint of sigh in his tone:
"The universe is vast and boundless, and stars are nothing more than dust. The search for aliens has never stopped, but it is still a bit unbelievable to actually see them..."
"What did Dr. Yang gain?"
An Qisheng's heart moved and he asked.
"By studying the corpses of dead aliens, we found that their structures are very similar to ours. This is actually unreasonable. There are many accidents in the birth of human beings. Any slight change will lead to completely different results. In the vast universe, even if there is a second mysterious star, it is unrealistic to give birth to creatures with the same structure as us."
Yang Guanglin picked up the instrument case and walked towards the golden coffin:
"There are no more examples, so we can't find out the truth behind it. However, the fact that they were able to come to Xuanxing should be due to the operation of space. Whether this is the case, there is no result for the time being..."
No scientific research project can produce results in a short time.
An Qisheng was not too surprised. He just watched a few people walking into the golden coffin and then warned:
"Although this golden coffin is not dangerous, it is best not to touch the talismans on it, otherwise it will cause unnecessary trouble."
"Don't worry, Mr. An."
Geng Yingying put down the instrument case, rubbed her hands, and replied: "Captain Qinglong has already given instructions on similar precautions, and we will not mess with them."
"This is the best."
An Qisheng ignored the three people milling around the golden coffin, took a few steps forward, and walked to the side of Prisoner Niu, who was instructing several subordinates to set up a tent.
As protectors, they naturally want to stay.
After all, three industrious scientific PhDs cannot survive in this snowstorm without anyone to help them.
"Mr. An, the bigotin pill you want is in the plane. I can get it to you later?"
Prisoner Niu saw An Qisheng coming over, smiled slightly and said:
"I have to stay here these days, and I have to ask for your guidance."
"Of course there is no problem with giving advice, but I will be away for a few days and I need you to inform Qinglong."
An Qisheng smiled and said.
The golden coffin fell here, and no one else could move it. It was guarded by the Special Affairs Bureau, and ordinary people couldn't get close. He had already figured out the coordinates of the world, so there was no need to stay in the snow mountain.
"You want to leave?"
Prisoner Niu glanced at the three people who were constantly measuring around the golden coffin, and whispered: "Because the three doctors are interrupting?"
"That's not true."
An Qisheng waved his hand and looked to the west with a faint look in his eyes:
"After sitting quietly for more than a month, it's time to move around..."
Mu Longcheng's death was not a calm event. Even if the people of Longcheng Group did not come forward temporarily for the sake of stock price, it does not mean that no one really cares about Mu Longcheng's death.
Naturally, he wouldn't wait for them to come to his door.
"you want."
Qiu Niu's eyelids twitched and he guessed what An Qisheng wanted to do.
Secretly, I couldn't help but click my tongue.
Is this going to eliminate the roots?
"In the past few days, this place will be left to you."
An Qisheng glanced at the golden coffin:
"The talisman cannot be moved. Once it is moved, the consequences will be more serious than what happened before..."
After being toyed with by him for more than a month, he didn't need to think about it to know how furious the zombie king was at this moment.
Once he breaks the seal...
Qi Niu was heartbroken and nodded solemnly:
"I see."
"That's it, that's good."
An Qisheng didn't say much, his steps moved with the wind, and his body rose and fell before he reached the helicopter.
He grabbed it casually, picked up the wooden box containing Bigu Pill, and floated away.
It seemed that in just a blink of an eye, it had disappeared into the snow.
.......
In France, Bacheng, there is a world-famous iron tower with three floors and a huge observation deck.
At this time, there was a party going on.
There were more than twenty people sitting on both sides of the big table.
Among these twenty people were old and young, men and women, people of all skin colors, some majestic, some tall, some skinny, some petite, all dressed in different ways.
The only thing that is the same is that these people all have a calm aura, their eyes are full of energy, and they are like wolves and tigers. They are all obviously great masters of kung fu.
At this time, on the huge viewing platform, you could hear a pin drop. Dozens of people were seated but there was no sound at all.
Only the sound of fingers tapping on the table sounded like a drum.
Sitting at the end of the long table is a well-proportioned mixed-race young man wearing casual clothes and short hair.
His name is Yan Changsha, one of the three leaders of the Begging Society.
He has a high nose, thin lips, and deep eyes. With a playful smile on his face, he looks at the other end of the long table, a tall white man with blue eyes:
"Potter, do you know what you are talking about?"
Potter sat upright and answered seriously:
"you will die......"
