Sixty-six thousand points.

It is ten times more than Jiufujie.

An Qisheng was not surprised. No matter what, Jiufujie couldn't breed such monsters as Zhu Shang, and it was reasonable to need more Dao power.

In the dream of Jiufujie, he has inherited the essence of martial arts for tens of thousands of years in Jiufujie, and he has inherited the past and the future, and has derived three thousand years of royal power and Daoism, and the harvest is extremely huge.

66,000 points of Dao Power are just a drizzle to him.

It's just that the coordinates of the world are not complete. God knows what realm he will dream of, and how many times he will have to try to find the realm where the zombie king's feet are.

"Can the consumption of Dao force make up for the coordinates of the world?"

An Qisheng moved in his heart and asked.

Daoyitu is badly damaged, there is no intelligence at all, and it is not as rigid as the first generation of artificial intelligence. Except for the dream that it contains, the big dream for thousands of years, the self-awareness and omniscience, whether other abilities exist or not, he needs one by one. try.

[Consume Dao Power, you can calculate the world coordinates]

Sure enough, Dao Yitu responded immediately after receiving An Qisheng's inquiry;

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

[Consumes 10,000 Dao Power points, which can be used within one year]

[Consumes 100,000 Dao Power points, which can be calculated within 40 days]

[Consume a million points of Dao force, and the complete world coordinates can be deduced within four days]

""

An Qisheng was a little speechless.

For him, things that are ignorant are nothing to Dao Yitu. As long as Dao is strong enough, it seems that he can get the complete world coordinates without even a millisecond.

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

After thinking about it in An Qisheng's mind, he still chose to calculate the world coordinates with 100,000 Dao forces.

Although he still has 1,200,000 Dao Power, this is what he has obtained from the accumulation of countless millions of years in a world.

How easy is it to come by?

Where can such a flat consumption.

After all, the talisman disappeared, about forty days later, it would be wrong to waste it.

It's only about forty days, and he can afford it.

After all, although his path does not depend on Daoyitu, Daoyitu's dreaming, insight, and omniscient ability he has mastered, but he is still a little far away from dreaming alone and dreaming in all worlds.

For him, Dao Li was prepared.

call!

Slowly spit out a mouthful of turbid air, and among the clouds in the distance, a helicopter has come by flapping the airflow.

For more than a month, the Special Affairs Bureau has not been idle.

At the same time as various internal discussions on the destruction countermeasures, there are also people who come every now and then.

da da da~

The helicopter slowly landed in the distance.

The group got off the helicopter.

An Qisheng glanced slightly. This time, it was not only the people from the special warfare team who came here, but also a few ordinary people with loose muscles and bones, who obviously had 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 their instruments and walked towards this place, surrounded by the special forces team.

The leader of the team was Prisoner Niu, a disciple of Xue Zheng's sect, and senior brother of Jing Xiaolou, who had already embraced Dan's master.

"Mr. An!"

As we got closer, all the special forces members including the prisoner saluted.

"I was instructed by Master Xue. You are a disciple of Master Xue, so don't be too polite."

An Qisheng stood up and bowed back.

The snow-capped mountains were howling, and he only wore a single shirt.

The prisoners 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 in the minus ten degrees, wearing only a single shirt, not even a tent, just sitting like this for more than a month?

The girl looked at it, horrified.

Is that human being?

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

The prisoner gave a wry smile, pointed to the three behind him, and introduced: "This one is Dr. Yang Guanglin, these two are his students, Geng Yingying, Su Xiuwei, this time they came with us to study the golden coffin."

"Hello Mr. An!"

Yang Guanglin looked about fifty or sixty years old, with a thin appearance and bright eyes. At this time, he 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 has heard of this Yang Guanglin. He is a top scholar in the country, presides over many scientific research projects, and is a national treasure. When he was in Xuanjing, he collected the spiritual imprint of the top talents, including his disciples.

"I've heard about Mr. An's name for a long time, and seeing it today is really extraordinary."

Yang Guanglin sighed slightly.

He knows the martial arts world, and he has seen many great masters with his own eyes. Although the young man in front of him doesn't seem to be amazing, he will not be a simple person if he can defeat the first person in the martial arts world, Mu Longcheng.

Naturally very polite.

"A martial artist can't compare to Dr. Yang."

An Qisheng let go.

Xuanxing three hundred years ago, martial arts rooted in science and technology has made great progress, and domestic martial arts have become popular. However, even if boxing is magical, it is not more important to the country than scientific researchers.

This can be seen from Wang Zhixuan's unique position, that the captain of a special combat team with a Dan-level such as Prison Niu must 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. A person like you, in ancient times, was a land god, a national teacher, and a big man requested by the emperor DìDū."

Yang Guanglin smiled.

The two talked a few words, and after being polite to each other, the topic turned to the golden coffin.

"Two years ago, after the video of the Golden Eagle Kingdom came out, I started to study these 'outsiders'."

Yang Guanglin rubbed his cold palms, looked at the golden coffin, and sighed in his tone:

"The universe is boundless, and the mysterious stars are but a piece of dust. The search for aliens has never stopped, but it's still a little unbelievable to see them."

"What can Dr. Yang gain?"

An Qisheng moved in his heart and asked.

"By studying the corpses of the dead aliens, we found that their structures are very similar to ours, which is actually unreasonable. There are many accidents in the birth of human beings, and any slight changes will result in very 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, and it is impossible to explore the truth behind it, but they can come to Xuanxing, it should be the operation of space, whether it is so, there is no result for the time being."

No scientific research project can produce results in a short period of time.

An Qisheng was not too surprised. He only warned a few people as they walked into the golden coffin:

"Although this golden coffin is not dangerous, it's best not to touch the talisman 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, "Similar precautions have already been explained by Captain Qinglong, and we will not tamper with it."

"That's the best."

An Qisheng ignored the three people circling around the golden coffin, took a few steps forward, and walked to the side of the prisoner cow who was instructing several subordinates to set up tents.

As protectors, they naturally want to stay.

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

"Mr. An, the bigu pill you want is in the plane. I'll get it to you later?"

When the prisoner saw An Qisheng approaching, he smiled slightly and said:

"These days, I'm going to stay here too, and I'll ask you for advice."

"There is no problem with pointing, but I have to leave for a few days, and I need you to inform Qinglong."

An Qisheng smiled and said.

The golden coffin is here, and the idle people have no ability to move at all. There is a special affairs bureau guarding it, and ordinary people can't get close. He has already figured out the world coordinates, and naturally there is no need to stay in the snowy mountains.

"You want to leave?"

The prisoner glanced at the three people who were constantly measuring around the golden coffin, and said in a low voice, "Because the three doctors are disturbing?"

"It's not."

An Qisheng waved his hand, looked at the west, and his eyes were faint:

"Sitting in silence for more than a month, it's time to move around"

The death of Mu Longcheng was not really calm. Even if the people of Longcheng Group did not come for the stock price for the time being, it did not mean that they really didn't care about Mu Longcheng's death.

Of course he wouldn't wait for them to come to the door.

"you want."

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

Secretly smacking his tongue.

Is this about cutting weeds?

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

An Qisheng glanced at the golden coffin:

"The talisman can't be moved. Once it is moved, the consequences will be more serious than what happened before."

After being toyed by him for more than a month, I don't have to think about it, I know how furious the zombie king is at this time.

Once broken by him

Prisoner Niu's heart is full, and his face is solemn and nodded:

"I see."

"That's fine."

An Qisheng didn't say much, his steps moved with the wind, and his figure was up and down before the helicopter.

Grabbing it casually, he picked up the wooden box holding the Bigu Pill, and floated away.

It seemed that it was just a blink of an eye and had disappeared into the snow.

The French country, Bacheng, a world-famous iron tower, has three floors and a huge viewing platform.

At this time, there is a party going on.

There are more than twenty people sitting on both sides of the large table.

Among these twenty people, there are old and young, men and women, and people of all skin colors~lightnovelpub.net~ Some are majestic, some are burly, some are thin, some are petite, and they all dress differently.

The only thing that is the same is that these people are all imposing, their eyes are bright, like a wolf like a tiger, obviously they are all masters of kung fu.

At this time, on the huge viewing platform, needles could be heard falling, and dozens of people sat down without saying a word.

Only the sound of fingers hitting the table top sounded like a drum.

Sitting at the end of the long table was a well-proportioned, mixed-race youth in casual clothes with a short inch.

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

With a high nose bridge, thin lips, deep eyes, and a playful smile on his face, he looked at the other end of the long table, a tall, blue-eyed white man:

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

Potter sat upright and answered seriously:

"you will die"