The Great Tao Chronicle

The difficulty of killing and destroying is different.

Such as Tong Zhengyang, it bursts at full speed and can break the sound barrier. Even if it is a nuclear bomb attack, it is very likely to be evaded by it.

This zombie king has not yet recovered, its magnetic field has affected the entire Hima Mountains, and tens of thousands of people have been twisted into zombies.

But at this time, it was suppressed in the golden coffin, and the difficulty of destroying it was greatly reduced.

With Daxuan's level of technology, it is completely possible to throw it out of outer space, or even more ruthlessly, throw it directly into the orbit of the sun, and let it be captured by the sun.

Of course, if the sun doesn't burn to death

Then, there is no need to consider other methods.

"This golden coffin cannot be easily destroyed"

An Qisheng touched the golden coffin lightly, and his hand was cold, cold to the bones.

The material of this golden coffin is special, and it will not be too troublesome to destroy, but the zombie king Zhu Shang inside is not so easy to destroy.

As Daoyitu said, it is rooted in the resentment of heaven and earth, and it is almost immortal, and the principle of its existence is not understood.

If it can be completely destroyed, it will be fine. If the golden coffin and the talisman are destroyed, it will be the first step to get out of trouble, and the problem will be huge.

"It can only be temporarily blocked, and people will be stationed there until there is a proper arrangement to deal with this golden coffin."

Taoist Juechen glanced at the talisman on it and guessed An Qisheng's concerns.

I don't know what material this talisman is made of. If it is accidentally damaged, it will cause great trouble.

"There's no need to send anyone here."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly:

"Recently, I will stay here."

Zhu Shang's spiritual imprint has not been collected, the world coordinates have not been found, and he will not leave the golden coffin.

This zombie king has no chance of getting out of trouble. For him, it is a treasure.

"You want to stay here?"

Daoist Juechen frowned, only thinking that An Qisheng was afraid that the people from the special affairs bureau would randomly test and instead released the zombie king.

Nodding in agreement: "It's not good to have a large-scale garrison here, but it's safe to have you here to guard it."

Daxuan is the two poles of the world, and it has the potential to dominate the world. It is impossible for many nearby countries to be unscrupulous. If they are stationed in Mufeng, the problem will be very big.

Even the Secret Service itself has hidden dangers.

"If Daxuan figures out a reliable method of destruction, I can leave at any time."

An Qisheng glanced at the bleak night, and sat cross-legged directly in front of the golden coffin:

"The rest of the aftermath, the explanation, is left to the Taoist priest!"

His existence, I am afraid that he would have been on the special affairs bureau's focus list as early as when he defeated Mu Longcheng. If it were not for this zombie king, I am afraid that someone would have come to talk to him.

Seeing the gods and warriors looking at the ancient times, they are the same existences as gods and Buddhas on the land. Even now, they are quite a threat to some people.

For hundreds of years, Xuanxing has also seen a precedent for the confrontation between gods and warriors and the government.

Of course, seeing the great master of the gods is also a mortal body, it is impossible to fight against the army, but seeing the assassination of the gods and warriors, the deterrence is too great.

For example, when Mu Longcheng moved overseas, he 'shaved' the heads of some big figures in overseas countries.

Naturally, his existence will be noticed by people.

The reason why he recklessly displayed his power in front of Daoist Juechen was to avoid some things.

Daoist Juechen also understands this truth.

He nodded, took off his robe and threw it to An Qisheng, then turned and left:

"Young An An, don't worry, there won't be anyone who doesn't open your eyes to bother you. In Daxuan, the old man still has some face!"

Daoist Juechen naturally has this confidence.

He joined the army at a young age and became a monk in middle age. For decades, he has made friends with dignitaries, wealthy chaebols, and elites from various industries. There are not many disciples, but they all hold important positions. The captains of special forces such as Jia Ji belong to him. disciple.

His connections and prestige are all there, and his words naturally carry weight.

An Qisheng's kung fu is higher at this time, and it is not an easy thing to achieve such a level.

More importantly, he wasn't in that mood.

Taoist Juechen floated away, and soon disappeared into the night of the vast snow-capped mountains.

An Qisheng, wearing the large Taoist robe of Juechen Taoist, took out the bottle of Bigu Pill he left behind and took one pill.

Afterwards, close your eyes and observe the changes in yourself.

Huang Ting's twenty-four body spirits are just empty fingers, and the body spirits that can be condensed are not just this number, and at this time, he only condensed the prototype of the five internal organs and mud pills, and wanted to condense the perfect Dao foundation.

there's still a long way to go

"Sure enough, these zombies are dissipating as the magnetic field of the strange source weakens"

Looking at the zombie that suddenly fell down under the scorching sun not far away, Wang Zhixuan's eyes lit up.

The cleaning of the Himalayas was not very smooth. Even with strong firepower support, some people in the team could be infected from time to time, and the casualties were quite heavy.

If it wasn't for the strange magnetic field dissipating three days ago and becoming extremely weak, they would only be afraid that the casualties would be even greater.

In the computer, Yinglong's cold and waveless voice came out:

"Data analysis, without the support of the magnetic field, these zombies will not exist for more than thirty-six hours. You should retreat. The casualties in these three days are meaningless."

"Yinglong, data is not everything."

Wang Zhixuan shook her head slightly:

"There are still survivors in the Himalayas. The sooner they are cleaned up, the better their chances of survival will be. You can't just consider the gains and losses."

Ying Long is Daxuan's top artificial intelligence. His data calculation and tactical formulation are all top-notch.

It’s just that artificial intelligence is just artificial intelligence and cannot understand human emotions.

The army exists to protect the personal safety of the people and cannot be measured by pure data.

Just like being able to drive a warship to evacuate overseas Chinese for a few overseas Chinese, it is incomprehensible to artificial intelligence.

"Incomprehensible."

Yinglong responded coldly.

Wang Zhixuan was too lazy to argue with it, so she closed the computer and got up:

"Where's Qinglong?"

Not far away, Jairui, who was carrying an alloy long sword, heard the words and turned around:

"The requested materials have been sent, and Qinglong is going to deliver the materials for Mr. An"

Although An Qisheng did not explicitly request it, the emperor was not short of hungry soldiers, and there would naturally be no shortage of necessary supplies.

Daxuan is the No. 1 economy in the world, why do you care?

"Mr Ann"

Wang Zhixuan looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance with a complicated expression.

In just one month, the status of each other has undergone earth-shaking changes. A month ago, he gave him a task, and he didn't need a phone call.

Now, her boss, Qinglong, has to send supplies to her.

What happened to him this month?

Wang Zhixuan was in a complicated mood.

Not far away, next to an armored vehicle, Yi Feibai, who was holding a firearm, was quite excited.

"It's really possible, what I take can also enter the blessed land of reincarnation with me"

Yi Feibai held the firearm and muttered to himself.

Before he re-entered the blessed land of reincarnation, he did not expect that the firearms in his hands also appeared at the same time.

The gun in his hand is the standard firearm of the Special Affairs Bureau, which is much more powerful than ordinary firearms.

Although the swordsman named Zhao Qiandu was powerful, he was defeated by his long-range shooting.

It also gave him a twelve-chained sword.

But it wasn't the sword technique that made him excited, but the meaning of the matter.

This gun can be brought in, then, modern weapons such as sniper rifles, high-explosive grenades, etc. can also be brought in?

woohoo~

The cold wind blew through the golden coffin, and there seemed to be a howling sound.

In the darkness and darkness in the golden coffin, a tall figure like a demon was constantly colliding with the seal.

Endless resentment filled his heart, all the rage screamed wildly, hitting the seal crazily.

A thousand years, a full thousand years, before he opened the seal, but at this time, his success was all in vain, and his success was in vain!

What the **** is this place?

It's just that there is no spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and there is no even resentment.

What is even more hateful is that this ghost place is extremely sparsely populated.

That put him in such an embarrassing situation.

"Hate! Hate! Hate!

Ants, ants, **** you, **** you! ! ! "

Zhu Shang roared, mad with hatred.

But no matter how he collided or roared, there was no response at all.

An Qisheng, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the golden coffin, didn't notice it at all.

"call!"

An Qisheng opened his eyes slowly, and saw a helicopter flying slowly in the distance.

huh~

Not long after, the helicopter landed slowly, and bursts of air blew into the snow.

Qinglong, who was wearing a camouflage coat, stepped out of the helicopter, holding a purple wooden box in his hand.

Several special forces team members followed behind him, holding various supplies, tents, pure water, and all kinds of clothing.

"Mr. An!"

Qinglong stepped forward, his eyes stayed on the golden coffin for a moment, and then he looked at An Qisheng:

"This time there is Mr. Lao."

"After this incident, Daoist Juechen knows, there is no need to ask me."

An Qisheng glanced at Qinglong.

The bone age is fifty-seven, and he has a strong cultivation base. He has three kinds of sharp weapons hidden on his body, no firearms, and high explosives are hidden close to his heart.

"Mr. An misunderstood."

Qinglong put down the wooden box:

"The Zombie King incident has had a great impact. Mr. An solved the matter and was still stationed to guard it for three months, with a total of 150,000 points. These Bigu Pills were replaced according to Daoist Juechen's wishes, and they are enough to see the gods and warriors. required for one year.

The remaining 110,000 points have been distributed to your account on the Law Enforcement Warrior Forum. "

"150,000 points?"

An Qisheng nodded slightly.

The Special Affairs Bureau is already rare and generous.

One point from the Law Enforcement Warrior Forum is equivalent to 10,000 Profound Coins. This is still an official exchange, and if it is traded privately, the value will be even higher.

150,000 points are already equivalent to 1.5 billion Da Xuan coins.

Daxuan coin is an international currency, and its value is not inferior to the dollar that dominated the world in the previous life.

Immediately, he raised his hand and grabbed it.

hum~

It seems to be just five fingers flicking, flicking, and grabbing.

The wooden box more than ten meters away was shocked, swayed down, and actually took off, and he was caught in his hand under the gaze of the three.

The two special forces players behind Qinglong were horrified and their eyes straightened.

This hand, compared to taking objects from the air in the novel, is much more magical to control the crane and capture the dragon.

Simply super power.

"Very strong."

Seeing this hand, with Qinglong's calmness, he couldn't help but be moved.

Just this one-handed kung fu is almost a myth. At least, none of the great masters of seeing God he has ever seen can do this.

Gang Jin Kung Fu~www.readwn.com~ After all, it is the use of airflow.

He has never heard of anyone who can use Gang Qi to such a degree, maybe there is, but it is absolutely impossible to take it lightly.

Although he could see that this was An Qisheng's disarming power, he had to say that this move was too clever, and the three-point temptation and inquiries in his heart suddenly faded.

Immediately, he asked the two team members to put down the supplies and said goodbye.

An Qisheng didn't care how many people went or stayed.

His eyes fell on the golden coffin again.

This seal was even tighter than he imagined, so that he couldn't collect the mental imprint of Zhu Shang through this layer of golden coffin, let alone analyze the world coordinates in it.

On the golden coffin, there are a total of nine talismans, the runes outlined on them are not visible, but the patterns can be seen faintly.

He knew that these nine talismans were the key to the seal.

"Maybe, try one or two"