The super-sized “sucking pipe” in kilometers is pumped out of the sea and then transported without rush. During the transportation process, the temperature of the pipeline is continuously increased, and soon the seawater is boiling. The boiling steam does not dissipate, but rises to the upper part of the pipe, passes through several spirals, and is sucked away in the process. It cools, condenses, turns into fresh water, and is transported out.

The concentrated brine left in the lower part of the pipe was quickly sucked away, and cooled to a point that was only slightly warmer and flowed back into the sea.

This structure is a bit complicated, roughly equivalent to a section of water-absorbing, heating, and cooling pipes, coupled with a condensing, conveying pipe – the condensed distilled water is sent away and transported to places where water is needed.

In general, this system is running well. Although it costs a little more power, it is not as easy as opening the space door to the water element plane. However, after running stably, the cost of power is gradually decreasing. Very convenient, as long as the heat released can be sucked back, the loss is not large. Yan Xiong eventually discovered that instead of producing fresh water, it is much more powerful than fresh water.

“I remember seeing a scientific video saying that there is something ‘superfluid’. It’s cool to listen to the name! If you can turn fresh water into ‘superfluid’, it will be easy to transport it?”

Yan Xiong talks to himself, but he can only talk to himself.

Super fluid or something, he is not even clear about it, how to change?

With his ability, the speed of making fresh water is still very fast, and the speed of transportation is also very fast. In just a few hours, the two-headed crane city first got fresh water from the far north.

The fresh water flows down the tentacles that are invisible to the naked eye, and falls on the ground. The rain is very thin and light, as if it is just foggy, and people who don't pay attention can't even see it.

But there are a lot of people paying attention to the fields, and soon people noticed this wonderful sight.

An old man kneels down and feels the fog with his fingers, and then stunned.

"This...this is...water fog?!" He couldn't believe it. He just squatted on the floor and put his tongue out to lick it.

The mist is moist.

The old man's eyes widened, and he didn't even dare to breathe. He stared at the wet mist. I don't know how long it took. In the early autumn of the north, the weather was a bit cold, and the fog condensed very quickly. In a short time, it turned into water drops, and wetted his hair and the ground next to it. It was not until then that he came back to God, but did not yell and yell, but slammed on the ground and cried.

His strange behavior has already caught the attention of the nearby farmers, but in these days, everyone has done a lot of strange things, and it has been strange, no one has come to inquire. Until now, when he saw him crying and crying, someone persuaded: "Don't cry, cry and cry, or wait for the Republic's Masters to transport water."

"There is... there is water!"

"Water?!" The old man who advised him, his voice immediately increased a few shots. "Where is the water?"

The fingers that trembled to the point of the fog pointed to the fog, and pointed to the slightly moist ground.

Needless to say, several people who noticed this scene rushed over, one person licked a slightly wet soil, leaned in front and looked and smelled, and others painted them on the face, feeling the wet feeling with the skin. .

"Yes! It's water!"

"But... where is the water?"

"You care about where it comes from! There is water!" A big man laughed and jumped up, yelling toward the village, yelling, "There is water! There is water in the field!"

Because he has not been drinking enough water during this time, his shouts are hoarse, but they are very powerful. It penetrates the air that is slowly drying from the dry and gently spread to all directions.

It didn't take long for similar things to happen in other places.

By the next day, similar things happened in almost the northern part of the gold coin federation.

After a week, the entire main plane is on the mainland, and every dry place has this faint water fog.

At this time, in the area of ​​the two-headed crane city where water mist was first obtained, many plants began to re-emerge green, and there was a shallow layer of water in the dry pond. The thirsty animals gathered in these large and small. At the edge of the pond, try to absorb this little water source.

All the creatures in the main plane are ecstatic, and the gods are also amazed.

A sacred light surrounds Xiongxiong, and the good gods have sent incarnations to see what happens.

"This... how did this happen?"

“The sea water suddenly becomes fresh water, why?”

"The sea water is boiling, the steam is naturally fresh water, and the salt is in the remaining hot water. This is the way to cook salt, I have seen it."

“So, is it really simple?”

"Simple? You are trying it out. From here, you can transport fresh water to the entire main plane of the mainland... If you have the ability, try it!"

"...It’s really amazing to think like this!"

"Crap, of course, amazing! It's hard to imagine!"

In addition to these visits and amazing gods, there are naturally many gods who thank Daxiong. In particular, the gods of human beings and the gods of the orcs have said that they owe him a big favor this time. If there is something that needs help in the future, despite the opening, never give up.

In this regard, Yan Xiong also smiled.

He worked hard to save the world, not to get the gratitude of anyone, but he wanted to do it.

The gods will thank him, he is naturally happy, but in contrast, he still sees the relief of human disasters, hears the cheers from all directions, feels the joy of countless souls, and makes him happy.

For him, having these is enough.

His power comes from this world, and it is a matter of course for the use of the world's living beings.

However, some people are happy and some people are not happy.

Inside the Pantheon, more than one evil **** brows his brow and casts his gaze on the Lord of order.

Although no one knows the opening, there are already a lot of secret reports in the dark.

The Lord of the Order is still sitting there, motionless.

After a long time, the **** of justice, Jorga Deman, couldn’t help it. He came over and asked: "The old man, how is this matter counted? Can you do it? You give it a message!"

The Lord of the Order did not answer, and He seemed to be turned into a rock, and it did not move.

Joel Gardman would like to ask again, the Lord of War, Winner, dragged him and dragged him back.

"You still don't understand! This thing can be done, can't be said." In the conference room of the Nether Kingdom, his avatar shook his head and hated the iron and said, "This is not obvious! You must have Him." What do you nod? Just as long as he doesn't shake his head!"

Jorga Deman suddenly realized, and then asked the owner of the order: "The old man, what my brother did, if you don't allow it, send a message. As soon as you send a message, stop immediately."

The Lord of Order still has no reaction.

Jorga Deman laughed and slammed Winner's shoulder: "Sure enough, you have a vision! Admire! Admire!"