Fruit Jelly World, Peace City, Ye Sha's shrine.
Behind his shrine, there was a new well, which was made by Sadako.
Previously, when Ye Sha escaped from Sadako's clutches, he crawled out from that well.
At this moment, Ye Sha could only run towards the back of the mountain with a sad face. It was not far, only a few hundred meters away.
However, when he was halfway there, he heard a huge explosion.
The back of the mountain exploded!
A pillar of light that was dozens of meters thick directly broke through the clouds. After a long time, the deep starry sky was blasted until it shook like a lake … The remaining detectors were able to detect a super-high energy reaction.
"The energy impact is equivalent to a nuclear explosion with a yield of 500,000 tons," the researcher estimated the power.
However, this was obviously not a diffuse type. The power of the light pillar was extremely concentrated, rushing into the sky as if to break the seal of the well.
"Brute force can defeat ten martial arts." Mo Qiong saw that Sadako's well had been razed to the ground. Even the hill was gone, leaving behind a pit dozens of meters wide.
The violent tremor caused cracks to appear on the ground, causing the shrine and dozens of surrounding houses to collapse.
This was the aftermath of the impact. If it was a diffuse explosion, Peace City would have become a pit.
The light pillar gradually disappeared, only to see the old man in the starry robe in the air with a look of disgust. His gloves emitted a white halo, and the five gems on it shone brightly.
Above his head, there were three suns, three moons, and three stars floating in the air.
It was unknown what material it was made of. Just like the halo above the angel's head, it seemed to be an external manifestation of the level of power.
Ye Sha lay on the ground, holding his head with both hands, waiting for the earthquake to disappear before saying, "Is this the law …"
"Hmm? Why do you say it's the law? "
"I felt it. When I saw the light, I had a feeling that it was the manifestation of the degree of condensation of the law," Ye Sha said.
Mo Qiong was stunned. He did not feel it at all. It seemed that if he only saw it through his eyes, he would not have such feelings. Instead, he felt that this thing was ugly …
"Sir! Who is this! "Ye Sha said with a trembling voice.
Mo Qiong said, "He was burning a few fruits before, and in one of them, the planet under your feet is in it."
"…" Ye Sha was speechless.
Hearing this, he understood. This was a world of gods and demons. The world he saw was just the tip of the iceberg.
However, such an expert couldn't help but shudder at this moment.
A cold and pale hand rested on the old man's shoulder.
The old man's expression was as if he had seen a ghost as he jerked his head back and immediately met Sadako's gaze.
"Ugh …"
The old man struggled painfully in the air. His mouth was open, but he couldn't breathe. He was so suffocated that his expression was distorted.
With his gloved hands, he continuously brushed out several layers of light on his body. Green, yellow, red, and blue, as if he had tried them all.
But it was useless. He just couldn't breathe.
Amidst the pain, he struggled for a while. Suddenly, a white light flashed across his face, and he assumed the posture of a sage. He was unusually calm.
He grabbed the air and compressed Sadako into his palm. Then, with a shake, she turned into a crystal.
Then, he opened his mouth, but it seemed that he still couldn't breathe, so he touched his head twice. The top of his head, the back of his head, the left and right sides of his head, in short, he touched everywhere.
A few seconds later, he used his finger to draw in the air again. He drew a three-dimensional picture. Where his fingertips outlined, there would be blue light left.
The dots connected into lines, and then connected into faces. Within a minute, he drew a lifelike 'brain'.
Every fold was extremely detailed. The nerve lines inside flickered with countless fine shimmering lights. These shimmering lights intersected and collided with each other on the lines, producing blue 'pulsing sparks'.
Such collisions occurred hundreds of millions of times per second, making this' blue brain 'look very gorgeous.
Such a moving brain floated aside in the form of a fluorescent object.
Then, the old man touched his heart. His expression was distorted again. His body trembled, and his head tilted to one side as if he was dead.
However, that 'blue brain' was still floating. It gathered a mass of air and supported the old man's body.
Then, the glove flew up automatically. The fingertips cut open the old man's chest and took out his heart. In the same way, he drew a blue heart inside.
The heart seemed to be very simple. It was completed in less than three seconds.
Then, the glove flickered with yellow light again. When the old man opened his eyes, he was as good as new.
Then, like a lion's head, he held his heart with one hand, as if he was repairing it …
Mo Qiong was mesmerized. The researcher on the side also murmured, "He used energy to build a brain? In terms of composition, it's an optical brain. In terms of structure, it's a biological brain. "
"How did he fix the energy at a specific location? His equations that accurately pinpoint the positions of microscopic particles must be very advanced! With only wave equations and matrix mechanics, it's impossible for us to be so precise. "
Mo Qiong hurriedly said, "Calm down! This is a mysterious universe. He can make use of more natural laws than we can. "
The researcher immediately looked regretful. Then, he said, "Do you know what it means to use pure energy to build a human brain? The speed of thought can approach the speed of light. "
"Earth can't use it," Mo Qiong said.
"Other universes can use it too. It's not like other universes can't develop science and technology," the researcher said.
In fact, the Society had already planned to build a research base in the Immortal Cultivation Universe. It wasn't to benefit that universe, but to make use of the Immortal Cultivators' thinking power to speed up development and feed back to Earth.
The thinking power of a Nascent Soul old monster was ten times stronger than that of an ordinary Earthling. This thinking power was not only computing power, but also perception, memory, understanding, association, analysis, judgment, and so on. Especially association, the Immortal Cultivators' ability to fill in the gaps was top-notch. It was commonly known as comprehension.
However, even Immortals couldn't think at the speed of light. In fact, it was far from it.
They didn't know if his seemingly pure brain was really that powerful.
"You can slowly learn in the future. Let me try to communicate with him first," Mo Qiong said.
After that, Mo Qiong shot his mental energy across the universe.
…
The old man was a 63-ring Great Alchemist, a legendary existence.
It wasn't that he hadn't seen ghosts before. Although he didn't participate in the creation of ghosts and zombies, there were plenty of people in the world who studied these things.
However, he had never seen such a troublesome ghost.
Out of curiosity as an Alchemist, he discovered a strange item in the Plane Fruit and took it out to study. However, he was actually haunted by resentment.
Something that seemed to be filled with resentment had been locked onto him all this time.
So be it. He didn't believe that he couldn't get rid of it.
However, the result was that he really couldn't get rid of it …
He used purification, disintegration of resentment, dispersing of spirit, deconstructing and recasting, but it was all to no avail.
That resentment had been haunting him forever. It was so stubborn that he could use an extremely terrifying analogy to describe it: I really want to look like this.
That's right, it was this feeling. It was as if he was born with this resentment, and it was a part of him.
Even if he recast his own flesh and blood, it still existed.
It wasn't just the resentment. This ghost that came from the resentment was like the law itself, undying and indestructible.
This was the first time he encountered something that clearly had many weaknesses but couldn't be destroyed.
Every time he thought that he had purified it, it would mysteriously appear again and give him a 'surprise'.
He thought to himself, "Then I won't kill it. Seal it, at least!"
The old man looked at the crystal in his hand. As he coiled his heart, he strengthened the seal.
However, all of a sudden, the ghost in the crystal turned into a wisp of resentment and disappeared.
Just as the old man was extremely astonished, a cold and pale hand patted his shoulder again.
"…" He finally couldn't help but reveal an expression that said 'how could this be'.
He didn't know that technical seals were meaningless against ghosts with such characteristics. Because it wasn't actually a ghost, but something that was almost like an execution program.
To him, this kind of 'process' could only be described as a law.
Fortunately, the other party couldn't kill him. The female ghost either suffocated him or made his heart stop, and these weren't fatal to him.
Despite its strange ability, this female ghost seemed to be very stupid. It could even be said that it didn't have any intelligence. He refined an energy heart, and this female ghost immediately couldn't do anything to him.
It was very convenient to repair alchemy products. He just had to stop refreshing them.
No matter how the female ghost hurt him, as a legendary alchemist, he wouldn't be killed by this kind of trick that killed mortals.
"It's too troublesome to pester me. How can I study and cultivate in the future …" The old man frowned and thought.
Could it be that he would have to spend the rest of his life with this female ghost? When he was sleeping, the female ghost aggressively climbed onto the bed. When he cultivated, the female ghost suddenly appeared behind him and hugged his neck. When he was alchemy, a pile of hair came out of the furnace?
Even when he was communicating with his friends, she might transform into one of them and suddenly change her face and pull him into the well.
"Pa …" The cold and pale hand once again patted his shoulder.
The old man helplessly looked back at the female ghost. He felt that being patted by this cold and bone-chilling hand every day was enough to make him unable to do anything.
Some kind of power like the law of fear was affecting his mind. Although he could basically ignore it, it made him restless and unable to cultivate in peace.
Being patted on the shoulder every day, once or twice was fine, but thousands of times? Patting the shoulder for a lifetime? Following him wherever he went? How could this work?
However, in addition to being helpless and irritated, he also aroused a strong curiosity and an unwillingness to admit defeat.
"There's nothing that an alchemist can't deconstruct! There's nothing that can't be solved, everything can be smelted … "
The old man licked his lips and let the female ghost lie on his shoulder, revealing an excited expression.
"You've successfully aroused my interest, ghost."
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