Xu Ji returned to Mount Lu and called Lingxi Boy to his side.
First, he asked about the study and living conditions of the students on Mount Lu during his absence.
After learning that the number of high school students in Mount Lu has increased to nearly 80,000.
Xu Ji couldn't help but sigh.
Eighty thousand high school students?
This is eighty thousand golden elixirs, or even eighty thousand Nascent Souls!
According to the calculation, a Nascent Soul monk can spend several months rubbing a transistor with his hands.
In just one year, these people can probably build a computer in this mythical world that is equivalent to the level of Blue Star in the 1950s.
How many calculations could the Blue Star computer of the 1950s perform per second?
100,000 times?
Xu Ji's cheek twitched.
He planned to wait for the old fairy to finish his work, then find the transistor design drawings from Blue Star and give them to the students as homework.
See if you can actually build a computer in this mythical world!
As long as computers are developed and it takes a few decades, a network can be established.
"It seems that there are tens of thousands of star officials under the old god's sect..."
Xu Ji's eyes rolled: "This is a free global satellite communication network!"
"As long as we can solve the problems of networking, connection, instant messaging, and transmission, the level of information in the mythical world will probably be enough to destroy Blue Star in a matter of seconds!"
This is too normal.
After all, Blue Star's scientific and technological development is driven by capital and led by the market.
Moreover, related technical fields rely heavily on the flash of inspiration of a single talented scientist or entrepreneur.
For example, smart mobile network technology is indispensable for the promotion of the late Steve Jobs.
However, in the world of mythology, the most indispensable thing is talents.
Moreover, these talents still have a long and long life span.
A single golden elixir can live a thousand years, and a Nascent Soul can live for ten thousand years.
Moreover, everyone can be 007, and everyone can add black to white.
As long as necessary, even a Golden elixir monk can work without eating or drinking, without rest, to maintain high work efficiency for a month!
As for Nascent Soul?
Start in half a year!
Legend has it that immortals can even keep an eye on one thing for hundreds or thousands of years.
However, in the past, they focused on the avenue.
Mysterious and mysterious, wonderful and wonderful, elusive and indescribable.
In order to understand the mysteries of the great road, most monks can sit for years or decades without moving.
Well, they call this ‘firm Taoist heart’.
Nowadays, it is not difficult to change the direction of Taoist mind.
Therefore, as soon as Xu Ji rolled his eyes, he already had hundreds of different plans in mind.
Then list the details of the plan one by one in your mind, then allocate ideas, fill in and proofread by yourself.
Single-mindedness is the basic skill of Taoist ancestors.
And Xu Ji had already mastered it, so it was effortless.
It only took a few days for his assigned ideas to come back one after another, and the plan had been filled out.
Every detail is clearly listed and the steps are complete.
Xu Ji checked these plans and filtered them one by one with his thoughts. After reviewing them, he began to remember them.
Just like he once memorized Blue Star's textbook.
This is also something that can't be helped.
The idea of a mythical world cannot be brought to Blue Star.
However, he doesn't need to write everything down.
Just write down an outline and that's it.
For the rest, when we get to Blue Star, we will organize some experts and professors to help with the planning, deduction, and improvement.
Xu Ji feels that now he can almost step onto the chessboard and make demands as a chess player.
After all, he already has a lot of chips!
Already qualified to serve!
Not to mention, this is a multi-party game.
Xu Ji thought about the countries and organizations that wanted to send unlimited cards to him, and he already felt confident.
…
At dawn.
Master Tongtian ended his meditation.
He walked to the hole in the canyon and looked at the hyphae that had completely rotted and began to emit a foul smell.
The saint has been 100% sure that the ghost tree in this world is a mutation of the magic plant in the magic fly garden in Jiuyou.
They are in the same spore form, but they can grow into big trees.
The same thing will quickly decompose after death and even release a large amount of poisonous gas.
However, there are still many differences.
In the prehistoric times, the Demonic Fly Garden of Jiuyou was hidden in the cracks deep in Jiuyou.
There is no sunshine, no rain or dew, only poisonous fog and filthy blood in a dark place.
In addition, the demonic plants in the Demonic Fly Garden are known to the leader of Tongtian Cult as a refuge for the larvae of the demonic fly clan.
The Nascent Soul members of the magic fly family will lay their eggs on the magic plants in the garden when they lay eggs.
Then, dirty blood, demonic energy, and poisonous energy were drawn from the Nine Netherworld and the Sea of Blood to nourish those larvae.
The eggs of the larvae will suck these filthy things on the magic plants and continue to develop and grow.
When the insect eggs are about to hatch, the Demonic Fly Garden will, under the auspices of the Fly Taoist, pass through the sea of blood through the gap in the depths of the Nine Netherworld, randomly select a place, open the entrance to the garden, and let the waves of the sea of blood flow and wash away the garden.
, bring all the magic plants and insect eggs in the garden to the sea of blood.
In this way, a sowing of magic flies can be completed.
It was also a method that the Fly Taoists came up with over a long period of time to increase the survival rate of the Demonic Fly clan.
In this way, most of the hundreds of billions of insect eggs can hatch.
This will greatly improve the survival rate of the demon flies.
From one in a million to one in 500,000.
Therefore, in the prehistoric times, the magic flies in the Magic Fly Garden would concentrate on laying eggs at one time.
So that his offspring can complete most of the hatching preparations before the garden enters the sea of blood.
Obviously, the ghost tree in this world is no longer a shelter for demon fly eggs.
Instead, it became something else.
Leader Tongtian held the gold in his hand, and the gold in the morning light changed colors.
"When I find the Taoist Master, I will definitely ask him what he has done to this world."
Although you can almost guess it, the details are still crucial.
While thinking about this, my phone beeped.
Leader Tongtian thought it was someone sending a message, so he picked it up and took a look.
Not really.
It’s a pop-up screen of a ‘software’ that comes with this phone.
That was a piece of ‘news’ pushed over.
only……
Leader Tongtian looked at the pictures and titles on the pop-up window and frowned.
"There is a suspected unknown biological attack in the Middle East Gulf!"
A blurry photo was placed in the pop-up window.
Leader Tongtian looked at the vague outline in the photo.
"Magic fly?"
"Still an adult!"
"It seems that the Fly Taoist is very likely to be alive!"
Like the Asuras, the Demon Flies are bound by blood to their ancestors.
Theoretically speaking, if a person in the Fly Way dies, all the magic flies will become extinct!
Unless, there is an individual who is protected by a saint or relies on himself to break the shackles of blood and become the source of a new ethnic group!
There are no saints in this world, and it is impossible to have enough qualifications to allow monsters to break the shackles of blood - at least, they must have the cultivation level of a golden immortal, or the realm of a great saint with the concept of monster clan!
Leader Tongtian immediately took a screenshot of the news pop-up window skillfully.
Then he sent it to Guiling with a typed request: "I need all the information about this matter!"