Liang De and the other four stood at the original location of the base station, waiting quietly around a newly opened Huanzang Sea Eye.
It didn't take long for three king crab-looking Phantom Sea Fighters to carry the intact base station out of the light blue whirlpool and quickly begin the repair work.
Mr. Liang, the god of war in the park, failed to fulfill his promise to protect everything, and everything in the park turned into ashes. However, he hid this popular base station in advance, and now uses nearby undamaged overhead optical cables and related equipment to
Restore the function of the base station. In short, although Gray Heron Park is finished, it has protected everyone's last network signal!
There are still a few minutes left before the network is connected. The things that should be explained to Wen Zhongsu and the two have been explained. The evacuation work of Gray Heron City is basically completed. The two white-level whites in the world are just standing guard here and adapting to changes. There is nothing else to say.
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Liang De and Ji Ma sensed the changes in electromagnetic waves in the air with their warrior senses. When the base station function was basically restored, Ji Ma turned back and wiped the earrings. A line of ice blue flashed by, and her figure disappeared instantly, leaving only
A steel-blue martial arts soul hung in place.
Liang De's consciousness of the spirit is much worse than that of Thrip, but after being trained by Goose Factory for a long time, his sense of plagiarism will not be lost to anyone!
When Ji Ma put away his physical body, he returned the standard Liang De worn on the martial arts soul into his inner energy and put it into the Haina Fantasy Treasure.
After the warrior's physical body and the martial soul can be separated freely, it is necessary to prepare a space prop to store the physical body.
Li Xuan, the head of the Eight Immortals in the Shangdong, was originally a middle-aged handsome guy with a dignified appearance. It was because the soul left his body to be guarded by his disciples when he traveled far away. As a result, all the ashes were scattered within seven days, so he had to possess a lame man who had just died.
A beggar with two legs, he picked up an iron crutch, and there were no more scandals.
Those were still ancient times when the folk customs were simple and simple. Now everyone is having so much fun, who would dare to entrust his body to others.
It's okay for Mr. Liang, a fleshy warrior with so many bodies. No matter what he encounters, it will at most leave some psychological shadow, and maybe he will feel a little exciting and have endless aftertaste.
But for warriors with a little bit of moral integrity, having their souls leave the body is no different than bending down to pick up soap in a prison bathhouse with tens of thousands of people. It is extremely dangerous, and they would like to hide their physical bodies with the private money used to buy sildenafil.
To ensure nothing goes wrong.
Therefore, it is not unreasonable to say that the rare items used by the Marine Science Department to store the body after graduation are getting more and more expensive.
The six-yao pot ring made by Triangle Head using the ancient method is priced at least 100,000 crystal clusters, and the price increase is very mysterious. The reason for the price increase is not an exaggeration to say that it depends on his mood, but when people who can afford it place an order
Without blinking an eye, it relies on being unique and foolproof.
Thrip's storage earrings were hand-made by a certain senior officer of the Department of Sea Studies, with a variety of encryption methods. They were carefully considered and used cautiously, even if the owner's martial arts spirit was entangled by a golden snake and the hands of a scumbag with complete martial arts skills.
As long as the control violates the user's free will, the body locked in it cannot be taken out.
For this storage earring, Thrip even leaked the whereabouts of a certain Ying Xuetang proofreading department editor to the producer. Later, the editor was brutally exiled and sent to the world of No. 415 controlled by Thunder Bluff to serve as a branch manager.
It was so miserable that she lamented in the internal forum every day, but the price paid by others had nothing to do with her.
Thrips had forgotten about it.
Not to recall is to forget.
The martial souls of the two formed a two-color whirlwind above the base station. In the swirling of gray black and steel blue, countless messages were exchanged rapidly.
"Who is stronger, your Yuanshen Wanhua or Sun Xunqiao?"
"Five... let's open five."
"That means you are weak."
"..."
"How much weaker?"
"Wait a minute, I haven't said anything yet. Hey, you are very arbitrary!"
"Don't imitate a novice's speech...how much weaker is it?"
"This question of yours is very poor, Lao Tie. Let me tell you, our ancient Dongguo boxing method puts the most emphasis on martial ethics. As the saying goes..."
"For the last time, how much weaker is your Yuan Shen Wanhua than Sun Xunqiao?"
"Old man... please change to a higher-end reference object."
"..."
"You...are much weaker than Sister Donglan."
"Are you a little out of line? How the hell can you describe it?!"
The steel-blue martial arts soul stagnated in the air and remained silent for a long time.
"Don't worry about it. 2M broadband can surf the Internet just like 200M broadband. I guarantee that I can surf the Internet with you."
...It's not the same at all.
Ji Ma checked the rules and regulations of Ying Xuetang and sent a private message to the editor-in-chief of the Literature and Art Department. It was only after she determined that the budget for this containment mission could not reimburse the appearance fees of Lei Donglan or Sun Xunqiao that she said to Liang De:
"There are still 26 seconds left to connect to the Internet. I know you think you can solve the source of the anger alone. What else do you want to say to me?"
That makes sense...my first-year physical education committee member of the Mainland School is actually willing to be an assistant?!
"Do you believe my guess about the source of the rage?"
"Why don't you believe that the desire for food of lower eukaryotes like slime mold can surpass the wisdom of Tokyo subway designers and use instinct to plan the most efficient route? Could it be that the dander of the Book of All Things is not as good as slime mold
?”
"Assuming that my inference is correct, the source of the rage reaches the base station and connects to the network through He Gongji's transmission, and then uses the characteristics of soul moss to collect the anger in human hearts to strengthen itself, then it is now a behemoth, Ying Xuetang will give
Can your props really contain it?”
"The mortality rate of editors from the Ying Xuetang Literary and Art Department is 40.5%. If non-world original practitioners are included, the number of deaths on the job has exceeded 140 million."
This was not the answer Liang De wanted. After getting the unexpected answer, he also had unexpected questions.
He was silent for a while, and in the calmest tone, he sent a spiritual message to Thrip:
"You can get out of here, these numbers don't have to be relevant to you singing."
"Do you think it was an accident that Mr. Du and Ying Xuetang chose me?"
"..."
"Is it really an accident that Mr. Tai chose you?"
"..."
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Liang De remained silent, the gray-black spirit turned into amber color, and the martial arts spirit wrapped in thrips rushed into the electromagnetic field.
If the starting point of the end is in Gray Heron Park, then the source of the wrath that uses soul moss to eat and drink will definitely start from here and sweep the world.
If he wants to prevent the apocalypse from happening, he wants to trace the source from here and strangle the coming chain of anger in its infancy.
The time has come, and the gray-black martial arts spirit wraps up the trace of steel and follows the path of the soul moss upstream. The closer to the end, the stronger Liang De's sense of crisis becomes.
He could sense that the source of the rage had expanded to a frightening level.
"The Secret Service has blocked all expressions of anger, so why can it still collect so much anger?"