Chapter 521: Vitality Sensor, Attack and Replacement (5k)
At the same time, in the stone room at the top of Baiyang Gorge, several Zhao Qing were busy with different matters.
One of them, Zhao Qing, found a string of silk strings with his fingertips, extending to the rock on the top of the mountain dozens of feet away from the stone chamber. It was connected to several floating water film bubbles. The air inside oscillated at various frequencies to make sounds.
They were firmly restricted to a small area and were passed on to several jade talismans that were being broadcast.
The reason why they are not used centrally but are distributed throughout the mountain is naturally to avoid mutual interference between antennas.
Another person, Zhao Qing, stood in front of a Xuanbing human model of the same height. His eyes shot out a faint gradient light, penetrating into the extremely realistic meridians, acupoints, nerves, blood vessels, organs, and bones, stimulating
The continuous flow of vitality is released to test the reliability of the model and verify the skills.
A Zhao Qing is holding a crystal ball with thousands of tiny optical fibers in his hand, controlling the dark netherworld water, corroding and carving extremely complex patterns in it. This is a backup miniature hydrogen bomb, and its structure is becoming more and more streamlined.
Practical, the power of a single shot is around 1,000 tons.
There was also Zhao Qing, who gently reached out and pressed on a thin crystal screen. His fingertips kept sliding, as if he was inputting and adjusting various data. The crystal screen shone with a faint blue light and was densely covered with intricate information.
The runes and scales have tiny but precise red dots in the center.
"The vitality sensors distributed within dozens of miles around Baiyang Cave have really good monitoring results." She whispered to herself and drew a zigzag line on the crystal screen: "Two people sneaked into Qingqing late at night.
What is the origin of the practitioners in the back mountain of Tengjian Yuan?"
"Judging from the speed of this person's departure and the amplitude of the fluctuations in vitality caused by it, the cultivation realm should be in the sixth realm or higher, and we still need to pay attention. After all, if you don't take the right path and take a detour, this is by no means an accident. It's probably true.
The plan."
Zhao Qing's heart moved slightly, and her mind connected with a large number of optical lenses made of ice crystals in the clouds, and activated the tracking mode of infrared thermal imaging, supplemented by vitality sensors scattered on various hills. Under double monitoring, she
The infiltrator's movements were quickly locked.
The so-called vitality sensor sounds quite mysterious. In fact, the working principle is not complicated. It just converts invisible vitality fluctuations into quantifiable parameters to monitor the vitality environment in the surrounding area in real time and accurately.
Specially processed demonic energy sensing elements are embedded inside these sensors. As a life of vitality, "demon energy" is extremely sensitive to the fluctuations of vitality and can capture the vitality environment caused by the spiritual power and energy escape of the practitioner.
There are slight changes, and its own state also fluctuates slightly.
A wisp of ordinary true energy will obviously not activate the same amount of vitality in environments with different concentrations or activities of the heaven and earth's vitality. In a soulless place, only its own energy will be effective, and "demon energy"
The reason for the change is similar, but it is much more sensitive.
In addition to the accurate measurement of conventional properties such as magnetic permeability, light transmittance, and refractive index of magic energy components, "vital energy transmittance" is the key to this, which represents the role of many materials in hindering the flow of heaven and earth's vitality.
In other words, it is equivalent to the existence of "spiritual obstruction".
Just like measuring voltage and current, which can be used to understand the status of a circuit, the vitality sensor cleverly measures the concentration of vitality and the pressure of spiritual energy by connecting magic components and a series of spiritual materials in various "series" and "parallel" ways.
changes to perceive the existence of the practitioner.
The advantage of this monitoring method lies in its penetrability and concealment. Even if practitioners use advanced concealment techniques to try to cover up their whereabouts, the vitality sensor can penetrate the disguise and directly capture the true nature of their vitality.
fluctuation.
Even if practitioners deliberately restrain their breath and try to integrate into the ordinary, it is difficult to completely avoid the leakage of vitality. Just as a person cannot walk in water without leaving ripples, when they use their vitality, they will also leave behind ripples in the surrounding environment.
clear traces.
When a practitioner's luck drives away dirty things, or like the middle-aged man in yellow robe, he uses invisible pressure to make the thorny vines spread out automatically, these seemingly insignificant actions are actually manifestations of the use of vitality.
, thus being captured by the vitality sensor.
What is even more difficult for practitioners to avoid is that if they do not use true energy to activate the secret method, they will not be able to exert their true strength, and naturally they will not be able to escape the surveillance of the infrared imaging of the clouds above; and once true energy is used, no matter how small,
Will trigger the alarm of the nearby vitality sensor.
Of course, the two methods of optical visual search and vitality trace induction are tracking techniques used by many high-level practitioners at the same time, but the level of performance also varies. Zhao Qing was quite good at this in the past.
However, integrating and compressing the latter into a small instrument can also measure weak fluctuations in vitality concentration less than one part per billion, and spread it widely to "wait and wait" so that others will not even know that they have been discovered. This is another
A more clever method.
"How to deal with it?" Hearing that there was an abnormality outside, several Zhao Qing asked at the same time, and then started discussing.
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As a huge city with a population of millions, Changling spans a vast area in the process of continuous expansion, and even the climate in each area is often different.
In a vast paddy field by the Wei River, the rain is falling, gently piercing the silence of the night like a fine needle. Under the faint moonlight, some villagers can be vaguely seen bending over and working hard to harvest the tender green cress.
Skillfully and quickly, occasionally there were a few low conversations.
The paddy fields are sparkling, reflecting the sparse starlight in the sky, and not far away, lies a quaint village quietly.
The houses with green bricks and black tiles are scattered in an orderly manner. Although the buildings are simple, they were built in front of the Changling Palace. Every brick and tile is full of old-fashioned style. The moss on the wall is even more green in the cool rain, adding to the atmosphere.
Some flavor.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! These villagers are dark and thin, and have long been accustomed to working in water and rain. It rained so lightly that they did not even wear raincoats, but let the rain gradually wet their clothes.
In a corner of the village, there is a seemingly ordinary farmhouse. Strings of dried salted fish are hung neatly under the eaves, all of which are small sea fish as thin as a finger. In front of the door stands a dilapidated statue of the earth god.
There are also a few thin chrysanthemums planted, swaying in the rain.
At this time, a figure with a face hidden in the shadows approached quietly, with light steps, as if blending into the night.
This man was the middle-aged man in yellow robe from before. He quickly glanced around and after confirming that no one was paying attention, he quickly walked to the farmer's door and quickly took out a sealed letter from his arms.
, placed it under the statue, and then gently moved a few inconspicuous stones in front of the statue.
By changing the position of these stones, a simple specific pattern is formed, which is the method used by Jiaodong County to transmit messages. It hides the key to decoding the scrambled text of the secret note. Only those who are familiar with it can notice it and correctly
Interpret the meaning.
Next, he just needs to wait.
The initial capital of the Jiaodong County clan came from the dried salted fish they sold to various parts of the Qin State. After the large amount of fish was made into dried goods, it could even meet one-third of the meat needs of the Qin Kingdom, and gradually became a
It is the first choice for ordinary people to satisfy their hunger and add freshness and seasoning.
Over time, those fishmongers located downstream of the market naturally became deeply dependent on Jiaodong County, and the county's senior officials took this opportunity to develop many fishmongers into their own spies, establishing a secret and
Efficient intelligence network.
During the transportation process, the cheap and ordinary dried salted fish from far away has quietly become an excellent carrier for conveying news and contacting all parties. Fishmongers shuttled around, bringing not only food, but also valuables.
information and instructions.
These thoughts flashed through his mind, and while he was impressed by the foresight of the ancestors of Jiaodong County, the middle-aged man in yellow robe looked around the farmer's courtyard again to make sure everything was correct. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he paused suddenly, and then turned to the side.
The courtyard wall was knocked down diagonally.
The not-so-solid courtyard wall exploded with a bang, but was immediately overshadowed by a clear roar.
A dark green flying sword suddenly flew out from the sleeve of the middle-aged man in yellow robe, and it quickly revolved around his body as if it had a life of its own, forming a protective light curtain.
Almost at the same moment, a transparent sword was thrown from the darkness in the distance, piercing directly through his original position, as well as several courtyard walls and houses behind him, and waves of dust bloomed one after another.
, forming a straight line.
Then, the line that had just been drawn began to glow rapidly. There were countless overlapping runes inside that steadily transmitted the vitality of heaven and earth. This area immediately transformed into a sharply enlarged sword gang, with a handle that could hold up to 100 feet.
There is a crystal giant sword dozens of feet long.
The blade of the sword curved in an obvious arc, and seemed to be slashing in the direction where the man in yellow robe had just dodged, but it suddenly disintegrated in the middle, and densely packed small sword energy burst out.
Roof tiles were chopped into pieces, walls were split, and the bodies of some cats and dogs that had just sensed danger were broken into countless pieces.
Most of the village was destroyed by this blow and turned into ruins, but one house among them was almost intact.
A huge dark blue tortoise shell shrouded the area. The surface collided with the falling sword energy, making a continuous tinkling sound. There were countless depressions, and the color quickly dimmed.
Over the years, Jiaodong County has hunted countless exotic beasts from overseas. It is not unexpected that the middle-aged man in yellow robe possesses a powerful tortoise-shell defensive talisman, which can take damage at critical moments and regain the upper hand.
His figure reappeared in a blood mist, but the small dark green sword hovering around him had disappeared, replaced by a bunch of slender soft swords, and the majestic true energy flowed along the sword.
The runes continued to shoot out, turning into countless fierce wind beams.
The reason why it is called a bunch means that there are not just one sword, but many swords, which represents the extremely high difficulty of use and can be said to be a unique mark that symbolizes the identity of this practitioner.
A powerful natal aura also emanated from his body, blessing the wind beams, making them quietly more flexible, like groups of flexible fish swimming in the water.
Jumping and jumping happily, so happy.
As a result, small waves of vitality splashed in the air at the same time, and circles of cyan glowing ripples spread, causing the vitality of heaven and earth in a large area to be extremely chaotic, making it difficult for the enemy to sense and control, and also making it difficult for the enemy to sense and control.
The real move of the middle-aged man in yellow robe became hidden.
If you can observe the movements of those small fish more deeply, you will find that they are devouring each other as they jump around. Supplemented by the vitality of heaven and earth as nutrients, they will grow and grow rapidly, and eventually they will cultivate the only sky-swallowing giant.
Whales have evolved extremely powerful killing moves.
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In the paddy field where many villagers were working before, but now the crowd has fled in all directions, there is still a middle-aged man who is still cutting autumn celery, holding the sickle firmly in his hand.
About a few feet away from him, a small dark green sword began to speed up, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at the man's back.
Within such a short distance, almost no practitioner has time to dodge the thrust of the flying sword, not to mention that this flying sword has been sneaking in the shadows under the moonlight without stirring up any news. It can be said that it is very hidden.
Perfect.
At the critical moment, the attacker who had infiltrated among the old farmers had dozens of apertures on his back that lit up, and a crystal ball of air surged out. Then it exploded suddenly, and the air flow surged onto the water surface.
Above, a muddy waterfall rising into the sky was born.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Countless raindrops were shaken and flew out in the opposite direction, just like the Milky Way upside down.
With the help of the explosive force, this person reached out his arm in time at an angle that ordinary people could not imagine. His wrist turned extremely softly, and his entire arm also waved rapidly in a circle. The sword light rotated in front of him.
Expansion, unfolding like a peacock, shining brightly.
Many slender green soft swords were connected into a piece, and the bright sword energy was woven like a net, forming an open umbrella in front of him; many water droplets still floating in the air met the sword body and shattered it.
Countless filaments are like tassels hanging from the edge of an umbrella.
When the flying sword of the middle-aged man in yellow robe suddenly shot towards him, the light umbrella opened to the maximum, and then closed up. There were countless straight sword energy and the sword blocking it.
The qi collided one after another, making a vibrating sound like a big bell.
In this short moment, many slender soft swords were bent and twisted in strange ways, entangled with each other, and even two knots were tied at the tip and hilt of the sword at the same time.
They tied the foreign flying sword tightly and trapped it between the sword bundles. As the runes on the sword shone brightly and trembled, they forced out all the true energy poured into it, and could no longer move at all.
""Lunbu Sword Sutra"? How is it possible?" Sensing the whole process of his flying sword being taken away, the middle-aged man in yellow robes, who was floating in the sky and ready to attack, suddenly changed his face, as if he couldn't understand.
He screamed in disbelief.
As far as he knew, as one of the secret sword scriptures of the Zheng family, which can be said to be quite partial and difficult to practice, there are only a handful of practitioners in the entire Jiaodong County who have truly mastered the "Lunbu Sword Classic".
Except for himself, everyone should be a master of the Seventh Realm. How could the mainstay of the family appear in the hands of the enemy?
Even if this can be explained by the leakage of the skills, why is the natal object that the other party cultivates looks exactly like the Tianshu Sword Umbrella that he customized and made in his family workshop many years ago? The difference between the two is so small.
To this extent, so...
Thinking of this, Zheng Liren suddenly felt a biting chill in his heart. He couldn't help but think about thousands of weird and terrifying possibilities. An indescribable fear began to spread in his heart, like an icy snake letter, licking it.
his soul.
He subconsciously fell from the air and stood on a tilted beam. Several shark-like swords that had just evolved from small fish and full of sharp teeth were wandering around. The fish scales were covered with spikes and looked vicious.
He was extremely ruthless and protected Zheng Liren's front and back.
Seeing that this move was done, he felt a little relieved. He was just about to use a new sword style to take full advantage of the defensive position. He planned to take the opportunity to escape and send a signal to get support from the Changling garrison. However, he suddenly felt a sharp small sword coming from the sole of his foot.
It shot out, entered through the tail vertebra, and completely cut open his back.
If the other party knows all the secrets of one's own cultivation techniques and knows all about their weaknesses, he will naturally be able to see through the mystery of his "fish swimming in the water" attack and defense just now, and use the most insidious flying sword method to attack his vital points, and in an instant
Causing death...
At this moment, Zheng Liren's mind quickly flashed through the idea that he had not completely thought about just now. With the tenacious vitality of a cultivator at the peak of the Sixth Realm, he did not die for a while. He relied on his true energy to hang on to the last trace of life, and his body
Fall forward slowly.
He reluctantly turned his head, his eyes piercing through the diffuse blood mist and dust, trying to see the face of the attacker. However, when those eyes really locked onto the opponent, Zheng Liren seemed to be hit by an invisible heavy hammer, and his heart
He shrank suddenly and almost stopped beating.
What stood there was not any enemy he had imagined, but a man whose appearance was strikingly similar to his. No, that was simply another version of himself, from his hair to his eyes, from his clothes to his temperament, except for that cold air.
Killing intent, everything is exactly the same as him.
"You...who are you?!" Zheng Liren struggled to speak, his voice hoarse from shock, full of despair and confusion. His consciousness began to blur, but the fear in his heart was like a wildfire that could not be contained.
But the "other self" just smiled coldly and did not answer. Instead, he slowly raised the Tianshu Sword Umbrella in his hand. That thing that should have belonged to Zheng Liren became the pronouncement of his death at this moment.
With a slight wave of the sword umbrella, countless slender soft swords were woven into a net again. This time, their target was no longer the flying swords from outside, but Zheng Liren himself.
"It turns out...it's me..." He murmured to himself, the fear and sorrow in his heart intertwined, almost overwhelming him.
He tried to recall his life, but found that his life trajectory seemed to overlap with the "enemy" in front of him, and he couldn't tell which ones were real memories and which ones were the opponent's illusions.
The soft sword in the figure's hand shook slightly, and countless green sword energy wrapped around Zheng Liren's body like threads. Those sword energy seemed to have spirituality, accurately cutting off his connection with the vitality between heaven and earth, and also cut off
His last hope of survival.
Zheng Liren felt that his body was gradually losing its temperature, and his vitality was passing away bit by bit like sand in an hourglass. He looked helplessly at the middle-aged man in yellow robes who looked exactly like himself, and his heart was filled with endless confusion and unwillingness.
"Why...is this happening..." He murmured in a low voice, his voice gradually dissipating in the night sky.
The figure did not answer, but stood there silently, watching Zheng Liren's fire of life extinguish little by little.
At this moment, the broken courtyard walls, broken beams and columns, destroyed paddy fields, and the smell of blood in the air suddenly began to dissipate like steaming mist, turning into false illusions.
An intact "Zheng Liren" was wearing a yellow robe. He simply arranged his clothes, touched the flying sword hidden in his sleeve, smiled slightly, and walked away from the farmer with the statue of the land god in front of his door.
Leave, take long strides towards the distance.
As he flew across the previous paddy fields, a slightly shiny jade talisman appeared in the hands of "Zheng Liren".