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Sixty-six thousand.

Ten times more than Jiufu Realm.

An Qisheng had no accidents. Jiufu Realm could not breed monsters like Zhuyu anyway, and it was reasonable to need more power.

Into the dream Jiufu Realm, he inherited the essence of martial arts of the Jiufu Realm for tens of thousands of years, and inherited the past and the past, and derived the 3,000-year-old monarchy.

Sixty thousand points of power were just drizzle for him.

However, the world has incomplete coordinates. God knows what realm you will dream of, and how many times you have to try to find the realm where the zombie king is.

"Can the power be consumed to make up the world's coordinates?"

An Qisheng moved in his heart and asked.

Tao Yitu is severely damaged, without any intelligence at all. It is not as rigid as the first-generation artificial intelligence. Except for the dreams that it contains, the dream has been for thousands of years, knowing itself and all-knowing, whether all other abilities exist, he must one by one. try.

[Consumption of road power, world coordinates can be calculated]

Sure enough, after being asked by An Qisheng, Tao Yitu immediately responded;

[Consumption of 100 points of Tao power, the world coordinates contained in the spiritual brand can be calculated within a hundred years (Xuanxing time)]

[Consumption of 10,000 points of power, within one year ...]

[Consumption of 100,000 points of road power can be calculated in forty days]

[Million points of power are consumed, and complete world coordinates can be deduced within four days ...]

...

"......."

An Qisheng had nothing to say.

Things that are not mindful to him are nothing to Daotu. As long as the Dao power is sufficient, it seems that he does not need even a millisecond to get the complete world coordinates.

"In this way, there is a lot of room for action."

After thinking about it, An Qisheng chose to calculate the world coordinates with 100,000 forces.

Although he still has 1.2 million powers, this is the result of the accumulation of countless thousands of years in a world.

More than easy?

Where can it be consumed in vain.

After all, that Fuyu disappeared, and about 40 days later, Mo wasted, which is wrong.

For about forty days, he could afford to wait.

After all, although his path does not depend on Dao Yitu, Dao Yitu's dream-entry, insight, and omniscient ability, he has mastered it, but it is a little far away from dreaming alone and walking in all realms.

Daoli was prepared for him.

call!

A spit of stale air was slowly exhaled, and in the distance, a helicopter flapped the airflow before it came.

For more than a month, the Special Service was not idle.

At the same time when various internal discussions took place on the destruction measures, there were also people who came within a short distance.

Da Da Da ~

The helicopter landed slowly in the distance.

The group got off the helicopter.

An Qisheng glanced a little. This time it was not only the special squad people, but also a few ordinary people with loose muscles and apparently no kung fu.

An old man with glasses and short beard, a beautiful girl, a middle-aged man with glasses.

The three men each carried their instruments and walked towards it under the support of the special operations team.

Leading the team was a prisoner of cattle, a disciple under Xue Yi's door, and Jing Xiaolou's brother, already holding Dan's master.

"Mr. Ann!"

Approaching closer, the special soldiers including the prisoner cattle saluted.

"I have been instructed by Master Xue. You are a disciple of Master Xue. You need not be too polite."

An Qi got up and returned a gift.

The snow-capped mountains screamed and he wore only a single garment.

A few of the prisoners were surprised, but the old man was quite surprised.

The snow-capped mountains here aren't too high, but the temperature is also a dozen degrees below zero, wearing only a single shirt and not even a tent, so sitting for more than a month?

The girl looked with horror.

Is that human being?

"The teacher said that the master is the teacher, and the etiquette cannot be abolished."

The prisoner smiled bitterly and pointed to the three behind him, introducing: "This is Dr. Yang Dalai, and these two are his students, Geng Yingying and Su Xiuwei. This time we came to study the golden coffin. ... "

"Hello Mr. An!"

Yang came to look about 50 or 60 years old, his appearance was thin, his eyes were energetic. At this moment, he took the initiative to step forward, put down the instrument box, and shook hands with An Qisheng.

"Dr. Yang is good."

An Qisheng shook hands with him.

He has heard of this. He is a top scholar in China, and he has hosted many scientific research projects and national treasure-level figures. When he was in Xuanjing, he had the spiritual imprint of the top talents, including his disciples.

"I heard Mr. An's name for a long time. It's extraordinary to see him today."

Yang came and sighed slightly.

He knows the martial arts world, and has seen a lot of masters in the field. Although the boy in front of him may not seem amazing, he can defeat Mu Longcheng, the first person in the martial arts world, and he will not be a simple character.

Naturally very polite.

"A Wufu is no match for Dr. Yang."

An Qisheng let go of his hand.

Three hundred years of mysterious star, martial arts has been made a great progress in science and technology, and domestic martial arts have become popular. However, even if the boxing skills meet God, it is more important to the country than scientific researchers.

This can be seen from Wang Zhixuan's unique status. The captain of the special-rank special squad such as the prisoner who is holding a prisoner will come to **** Yang.

Martial arts can strengthen the body, but technology can strengthen the country and the army. The meaning is different.

"Mr. An is too modest. In ancient times, a character like you was a land fairy, a national master, and an emperor that the emperor asked to see."

Yang came with a smile.

The two talked a few words and after each other's politeness, the topic turned to the golden coffin.

"Two years ago, after the video of the Golden Eagle was circulated, I began to study these 'outsiders.'"

Yang came and rubbed his cold palm, looked at the golden coffin, and sighed in his tone:

"The universe is vast, the mysterious star is just a dust, and the search for aliens has never stopped, but it ’s only really seen. It ’s still incredible ...."

"What can Dr. Yang gain?"

An Qisheng moved in his heart and asked.

"By studying the body of the dead outsider, we find that their structure is actually very similar to ours. This is actually unreasonable. There are many accidents in the birth of human beings, and any slight change will have very different results In the vast universe, even if there is a second mysterious star, it is not very realistic to give birth to a creature constructed like ours. "

Yang came to lift the instrument box and walked towards the golden coffin:

"There are no more examples, they cannot find out the truth behind them, but they can come to Xuan Xing, it should be the operation of space, specifically 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 surprised, just watching a few people walk into the golden coffin before admonishing:

"Although there is no danger in this golden coffin, it is best not to touch the amulets on it, otherwise it will cause unnecessary trouble."

"Mr. An assured."

Geng Yingying put down the instrument box, rubbed her hands, and replied: "Similar precautions, Captain Qinglong has already explained, we will not move."

"So it's best."

An Qisheng ignored the three men around the golden coffin, walked a few steps, and walked to the side of the prison cow who was directing several of his subordinates to build a tent.

As protectors, they naturally want to stay.

After all, relying on three doctors with scientific research on limbs, in this snowstorm, there is no one to help, and it is impossible to survive.

"Mr. An, you want Pigudan, in the plane, I'll get it for you later?"

The prison cow saw An Qisheng come over and smiled slightly:

"I'm staying here these days, and I'd like to ask your pointer."

"It's okay to give directions, but I'll be away for a few days and you'll need to notify Qinglong."

An Qisheng smiled and said.

The golden coffin fell here, and the idler had no ability to move at all, and was guarded by the special agency, and most people could not approach it. His world coordinates had already been raised, and naturally there was no need to stay in the snow mountain.

"You want to leave?"

The prisoner looked at the three men who were constantly measuring around the golden coffin, and whispered, "Because the three doctors bothered?"

"That's not true."

An Qisheng waved his hands, looking at the West, his eyes faint:

"Sitting for more than a month, it's time to walk around ..."

The death of Mulong City is not really unpredictable. Even if the people of the Longcheng Group have no right to come for the time being, it does not mean that no one really cares about the death of Mulong City.

Naturally he would not wait for them to come.

"you want."

The prisoner's eyelids jumped, guessing what An Qisheng wanted to do.

Can't help secretly whispering.

Is this to cut the grass and eradicate it?

"These days, I'll leave it to you."

An Qisheng glanced at the golden coffin:

"Fu can't move ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Once it moves, the consequences will be more serious than what happened before ..."

After playing with him for more than a month, don't think about it, and know how the zombie king was furious at this moment.

Once he was broken ...

The prisoner's heart froze and nodded solemnly:

"I know."

"So, just fine."

An Qisheng didn't say much. He walked with the wind, and his body had already reached the helicopter.

Grabbed it, lifted the wooden box containing Pi Gudan, and floated away.

Seems to just blink, and has disappeared into the snow.

.......

France, Bacheng, a world-famous iron tower, on a three-story, large observation deck.

At this time, there was a party.

On the sides of the large table were more than twenty people.

Among these 20 people are old and young, men and women, people of all skin colors, some are majestic, some are burly, some are thin, some are petite, and they are all dressed differently.

The only thing that is the same is that each of these people is imposing, with eyes full of energy, like a wolf like a tiger, and they are obviously masters who have worked hard.

At this time, the needle was heard on the large observation platform, and dozens of people were seated without any words.

The only sound of a finger hitting the desktop was drumming.

Sitting at the end of the long table is a shapely, mixed-race young man wearing casual clothes and short inches.

His name is Yan Changsha, one of the three leaders of the Beggars.

He had a high bridge of nose, thin lips, and dark eyes, and looked at the other side of the long table with a playful smile on his face. A tall, white-white man:

"Porter, do you know what you're talking about?"

Potter sat straight and answered carefully:

"you will die......"

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