40,000 Years of Cultivation

At the same time, the Dragon King’s battle armor reproduced the news of the Star Sea, like a huge boulder thrown into a frozen pond, causing ripples in the silent universe.

Crosswind Starfield, the resident of the Great Horn Armor Division.

After five years of development, with the strong support of Yaoshi Group and Tiewon Star, the Great Horn Armor Division has grown from a small armor division with only one broken starship to a dozen spar battleships, hundreds of A super-large armored division of a transport ship.

Except for the slight shortcomings of the top masters, the scale definitely surpasses the rest of the armored divisions in the Flying Star Realm.

In particular, the assault team composed of all the Tieyuan Star gas refiners can fight in various harsh environments such as starship wreckage, asteroids, and gravel star belts. In the past five years, they have made great military exploits and made star thiefs and immortal cultivators. The wind changes.

At this moment, on the flagship Golden Horn of the Great Horned Armored Division, Lei Dalu and Bai Xinxing faced a vague video with a suddenly trance, joy, and confusion expression.

"In any case, he escaped!"

Lei Dalu let out a long sigh of relief, with a heart-felt smile on his face.

"However, why didn't he fight the immortal cultivator, instead he wanted to destroy the two star torches?"

Bai Happy's two white eyebrows trembled and trembled, like two long fishing lines.

"Li Yao can never be a cultivator. He must have a deeper intention to do this. We should prepare for battle in advance. He will definitely contact us in some way."

Lei Dalu twisted Hu stubble fiercely, and said in deep thought, "Let Zuo Xiaohu, Lu Dian and the others cheer up. I have a faint hunch that the most important battle in this life is coming!"

…

Five days later.

On the long stellar journey from the Crosswind Starfield to the Heavenly Saint Starfield, a large-scale fleet is slowly sailing, and the bow of the ship outlines the Yaoshi Group's battle emblem with a mysterious light.

In the middle and rear of the fleet, on a chubby new-type magic weapon test ship, five ghost repairers attached to the psychic prosthesis are also facing hundreds of light curtains. Above the light curtains, the mysterious light shines and the information flows like a waterfall. Like rolling down.

On the metal skull, there are not many abnormalities, but the shining light spots deep in the eye sockets reveal the uncontrollable shock and excitement deep in their souls.

"At 3:52, in the third sub-section of the'War Observation' forum, among the fifth latest posts, I found a reply with special characters embedded in it!"

"At 4:09, a new registered user was found on the ‘Secret Garden’ website called ‘Jedi Fenglei 0011’, which is the same as the secret code we’ve agreed long ago!"

"4:41...5:35...7:18..."

For the past five years, every day, Professor Mo Xuan and other ghost practitioners have repeatedly browsed dozens of specific websites on Lingnet, and have never found anything.

To this day, the special replies and newly registered usernames agreed five years ago finally appeared!

"Li Yao is back!"

"In a reply, he recommended the host to listen to a song... "The Way Home"!"

"Could it be that he found a way home? We can go home!"

On the bridge, there was cheers.

"In another reply, there was a travel advertisement for Aria Star Territory. Just as we agreed in advance, Li Yao didn't want to contact Lingwang. That would be too insecure. He hoped that one of us could go to Aria Star. Yu Yu, meet him directly!"

"By the way, he also used secret language to ask us about the progress of the'Jining Brain Project'."

There was a deep laugh from the metal sound generator in Professor Mo Xuan's throat. According to the contact information agreed with Li Yao five years ago, he found a website that focuses on small talk and funny, and was in the third sub-section. In the fifth post, leave a new reply:

"Brain hole wide open!"

…

The twentieth day after the dragon king's battle armor reappeared in Xinghai.

In the past twenty days, the entire Flying Star Realm seemed calm, as always.

The tug-of-war in the periphery of the spider star field is still continuing, and the four star torches that have just been successfully refined have also moved forward through short jumps again and again.

In the realm of comprehension, high-level sects rushed to the holy city one after another, preparing to participate in the strategic meeting and the oath-taking meeting before the second attack on the spider's nest star five hundred years later.

However, in the deep universe that ordinary people can't see, the undercurrents whirl rapidly, colliding with each other, and knocking out pieces of thrilling black sparks.

Cultivators, immortal cultivators, star thief, ghost cultivators from the Tianyuan realm...Multiple forces, each showing their magical powers, are trying their best to find mysterious people wearing the dragon king's battle armor.

It's just that, since the panic appeared twenty days ago, this person is like an ice cube melted in the water, and the dead leaves rotted in the swamp, disappearing without a trace.

Until three days ago, things finally changed subtlely.

A Taixu warrior patrolling the edge of the Flying Eagle star field occasionally found several relatively intact starship wrecks in a gravel star belt, which seemed to be left over from a starship explosion.

Analyzing from the residual psychic radiation, this explosion occurred in the last few months, or even just a few days ago.

The sea of ​​stars, moody, and starship crashes are commonplace. After the routine search and rescue team was dispatched, this incident was turned into a small stream of information as part of the patrol log and stored in the database, which did not cause comprehension. Attention of the person.

However, the cultivator has keenly noticed this.

Analyzing from the structure of the wreck and part of the well-preserved fragments, they all belong to a medical ship.

At the same time, the Eagle Star Field and the Spider Star Field are not far apart, and one star jump can be directly reached.

In a place where the cultivator's gaze did not shine, a large black net, silently, shrouded towards the Flying Eagle Star Field and the three surrounding star fields.

…

Tianshengcheng, on the flagship Tianhuan of Taixu Group.

Wen Wenkang slowly overhauled the psychic duct of the Sky Magic, and occasionally a crew member passed by. This old man with a big belly and white beard would also greet others with a smile.

Wen Wenkang is two hundred and twelve years old this year. As far as the beginning cultivator in the Alchemy Stage is concerned, he has already passed the peak years and entered the dusk of infinite melancholy.

He is not the kind of cultivator who is a talented person and has compelling aura. He can walk all the way to this day. It is purely by water milling time, bit by bit accumulation, steadfast practice, and his skills are like screws, tightening himself. In the bones.

At his age, he seemed to recognize his true level and his ambitions had already been wiped out. He just wanted to find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters after the war was over, so that he could enjoy his life comfortably.

Even the badge of the Alliance of Battle Stars on his chest was obscured by oil stains, he didn't care, and he didn't wipe it for a long time.

In order to ensure the openness of the Taixu combat soldier plan, the Sky Fantasy was jointly refined by the Taixu Group and the Battle Star Alliance. Wen Wenkang is the Battle Star Alliance. The chief maintenance engineer stationed on the Sky Fantasy has just completed a day. Overhaul.

He slowly packed everything up, with his hands on his back and humming a little song. He passed through the passage under the inspection room and turned into a lifting platform. After a few quick clicks on the control symbol array, the lifting platform slowly descended and paralleled again. After moving for a while, he came to a lounge.

In the lounge, there is a big greasy bed.

Wen Wenkang did not lie down, but opened the mattress, revealing a secret teleportation formation below.

Five minutes later, Wen Wenkang appeared in a secret room in the depths of the Sky Magic.

With a total length of 37 kilometers, it is a large town. It is a breeze to transform several secret rooms in it.

It wasn't until the door of the secret room slowly closed behind him that he made a "chi" sound, Wen Wenkang's waist that had been slightly bent gradually straightened, the laziness and numbness on his face disappeared completely, and the two ends of the eyes represented perseverance and enthusiasm. The tiger awakened.

This secret room, which he is personally responsible for, is a secret command center with strong computing power and confidentiality.

Countless light curtains flickered around, six long tables, full of seats.

Looking around, half of the people are middle-to-high-level and basic-level backbones of Taixu Group.

The other half are the core sects of the Six Heavenly Sages and the Battle Star Alliance, but most of them are young and strong, and they are young and strong sects of the major sects.

Everyone's expressions are the same as Wen Wenkang, determined and enthusiastic, with a hint of tension about the approaching war.

Wen Wenkang nodded to Xiao Xuance, who was sitting at the end of the long table, and signaled that he had completely checked and there was absolutely no eavesdropping or detection magic weapon.

Xiao Xuance stood up, knocked on the table lightly, and when everyone was quiet, he calmly said: "Daoist Cui Zongping of the Silver Moon Sect, unfortunately fell last night."

"Cui Daoyou is a data mining expert. In order to dig out the target person's information from the vast and chaotic data of the flying eagle star field, he ignored that he was only a high-level monk during the foundation period and forced to run the ninth stage of the'wind catching shadow algorithm', and insisted It took a full half an hour, unfortunately, into a devil!"

"Originally, there is still room for salvation, but in order not to reveal the secrets of the organization, Cui Daoyou forcibly endured the inhuman pain, first sent out the precious information, and deleted all traces in Jing's brain, and then shouted for help."

"When the rescue came, it was too late, and friend Cui Daoist fell unfortunately!"

"Cui Daoyou was sacrificed for the most glorious cause in the universe, the great rejuvenation of human civilization. Now, let us mourn for Cui Daoyou for a minute!"

"Huh!"

Including Wen Wenkang, everyone suddenly got up, straightened their right arm, clenched their fists, folded their arms and pressed them firmly against their chests, solemnly and silently mourning.

A minute later, Xiao Xuance looked around and said in a deep voice: "We are different from the counterfeiters in the Hall of Longevity. We are real immortal cultivators."

"True cultivators are not afraid of death and sacrifice for human civilization. This is our greatest happiness and glory!"

"For decades, countless martyrs stepped forward and sacrificed without hesitation, and finally brought our cause to where we are today. The flying star realm that has been split for five thousand years will be reunified in our hands, a civilization, a leader, and a great road! "

"However, at the moment when the final victory is approaching, our cause has encountered a fatal threat!"