Text Chapter 778: The True Immortal Cultivator

At the same time, the news that the Dragon King's battle armor reappeared in the star sea, like a huge stone thrown into a frozen pond, caused ripples in the silent universe.

Hengfeng Star Field, the residence of the Dajiao Armor Division.

After five years of development, with the strong support of Yaoshi Group and Cheorwon Star, the Dajiao Armor Division has grown from a small armor division with only one tattered starship to dozens of spar warships, hundreds of A large armored regiment of transport ships.

Except for the slight shortage of top masters, the scale is definitely higher than that of other armor divisions in the Flying Star Realm.

In particular, the commando team, which is composed entirely of gas refiners from the Tieyuan Star, can fight in various harsh environments such as starship wreckage, asteroids, and gravel star belts. Hearing the wind, his face changed.

At this moment, on the Golden Horn, the flagship of the Great Horn Armor Division, Lei Dalu and Bai Kaixin faced a blurry video with expressions of trance, joy, and bewilderment.

"Anyway, he escaped!"

Lei Dalu let out a long sigh of relief, with a smile from his heart on his face.

"However, why didn't he fight with the immortal cultivators, instead he wanted to destroy the two astronomical torches?"

Bai Kaixin's two white eyebrows trembled, like two bundles of long fishing lines.

"Li Yao can't possibly be a cultivator. He must have a deeper intention for doing this. We should prepare for the battle in advance. He will definitely contact us in some way."

Lei Dalu twisted his stubble hard, and muttered, "Let Zuo Xiaohu and Lu Dian cheer up. I have a feeling that the most important battle in this life is coming soon!"

five days later.

On the long journey from the Hengfeng Starfield to the Tiansheng Starfield, a large-scale fleet was sailing slowly, and the battle emblem of the Yaoshi Group was outlined with the mysterious light of the fleet.

In the middle and rear of the fleet, on a chubby new magic weapon test ship, there are five ghost cultivators attached to the spiritual tool prosthetic body. He was also facing hundreds of light curtains. On the light curtains, mysterious light shone, and the flow of information rolled down like a waterfall.

metal skull. There wasn't much to see, but the light spots shining in the depths of their eye sockets revealed the uncontrollable shock and excitement deep in their souls.

"At 3:52, in the third sub-forum of the 'War Watch' forum. Among the fifth latest posts, there are posts embedded with special characters!"

"At 4:09, on the 'Secret Garden' website, a new registered user named 'Jedi Fenglei oo11' was discovered, which is the same as the password we have agreed on!"

"4:41, 5:35, 7:18"

For five years, every day, Professor Mo Xuan and other ghost cultivators would repeatedly browse dozens of specific websites on the Lingwang, but they still found nothing.

Until today, the special post and the newly registered user name that were agreed five years ago finally appeared!

"Li Yao is here!"

"He's in a post. I recommend the poster to listen to Yi Ge's way!"

"Could it be, does it mean that he found a way to get home? We can go home now!"

On the bridge, there was cheering.

"In another post, there was a travel advertisement for Xiaoyue Starfield. As we had agreed in advance, Li Yao didn't want it to be too unsafe to contact through the spiritual network. He hoped that one of us could go to Xiaoyue Starfield. Meet him directly!"

"By the way, he still uses secret language. Ask us about the progress of the 'Brain Stimulation Project'."

Professor Mo Xuan let out a deep laugh from the metal sounder in his throat. According to the contact information agreed with Li Yao five years ago, he found a website mainly for chatting and making fun. In the fifth post of the third sub-forum, leave a new post:

"Brain opening!"

The twentieth day after the Dragon King's battle armor reappeared in the star sea.

In the past twenty days, the entire Flying Star Realm seemed to be calm, as usual.

The tug-of-war on the outskirts of the Spider Star Field continued, and the four Astro Torches that had just been successfully refined also kept moving forward through short jumps.

In the cultivation world. The top leaders of the various sects rushed to Tiansheng City one after another, preparing to participate in the strategy meeting and swearing-in meeting before the second attack on Spider Nest Star after five hundred years.

However, in the deep universe that ordinary people can't see, one after another undercurrents are whirling and colliding with each other, creating thrilling black sparks.

Cultivators, immortal cultivators, star robbers, and ghost cultivators from Tianyuan Realm are all forces, each showing their supernatural powers, and they are all trying to find the mysterious person wearing the Dragon King's battle armor.

However, since his sudden appearance twenty days ago, this person has disappeared without a trace, like ice cubes melting in water, and dead leaves rotting in the swamp.

Until three days ago, things finally changed subtly.

A Taixu warrior patrolling the edge of the Flying Eagle star field occasionally found a few relatively complete starship wreckage in a star belt of rubble, which seemed to be left over from a starship explosion.

From the analysis of the remaining psionic radiation, this explosion happened just a few months ago, or even just a few days ago.

Stars and seas, moodiness, and starship crashes are commonplace. After the routine search and rescue team was dispatched, this incident was turned into a small stream of information as part of the patrol log, stored in the database, and did not cause comprehension. attention.

However, the cultivators noticed this keenly.

From the analysis of the structure of the wreck and some well-preserved fragments, they all belong to a medical ship.

At the same time, the Flying Eagle Starfield and the Spider Starfield are not far apart, and they can be reached directly by jumping through the starry sky.

Where the cultivator's gaze did not reach, a large black net, silently, enveloped the Flying Eagle Starfield and the three surrounding starfields.

Tiansheng City, on the Tianhuan, the flagship of the Taixu Group.

Wen Wenkang was slowly overhauling the psionic delivery tube of the Tianhuan. Occasionally, a crew member passed by. This old man with a big belly and a white beard would greet them with a smile.

Wen Wenkang is two hundred and twelve years old this year. For a junior monk in the alchemy stage, he has already passed his peak years and entered the twilight of infinite melancholy.

He is not the kind of cultivator who is talented in the sky and has a compelling aura. He has been able to come all the way to this day, purely by working hard, accumulating bit by bit, practicing steadily, and tightening his skills like screws. in the bones.

At his age, he seems to have recognized his true level, and he has already lost his ambitions. He only wants to find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers after the war is over, and live comfortably for the rest of his life.

Even the badge of the Battle Star Alliance on his chest was obscured by oil, but he didn't care about it, and didn't wipe it for a long time.

In order to ensure the openness of the Taixu warrior plan, the Tianhuan was jointly refined by the Taixu Group and the Battle Star Alliance. Wen Wenkang is the chief maintenance engineer of the Battle Star Alliance stationed on the Tianhuan. overhaul.

He slowly packed everything up, carried his hands on his back, hummed a little song, passed through the passage below the inspection room, turned into an elevator platform, and quickly tapped a few times on the control array, the elevator platform slowly descended and became parallel again. After moving for a while, I came to a lounge.

In the lounge, there was a big greasy bed.

Wen Wenkang did not lie down on it, but lifted the mattress, revealing a secret teleportation array underneath.

Five minutes later, Wen Wenkang appeared in the depths of the Tianhuan, in a secret room.

With a total length of thirty-seven kilometers, Tianhuan is simply a large town, and it is a breeze to transform several secret rooms in it.

It wasn't until the door of the secret room closed behind him with a "chi" sound that Wen Wenkang's slightly bent waist gradually straightened up, and the laziness and numbness on his face disappeared completely. Deep in his eyes, both ends represented perseverance and fanaticism The tiger woke up.

This secret room, which he is personally responsible for transforming, is a secret command center with strong computing power and confidentiality.

Numerous light curtains flickered all around, and the six long tables were full of seats.

Looking around, half of the people are middle and high-level and grass-roots backbones of the Taixu Group.

The other half are the core disciples of the Six Heavenly Sects and the Battle Star Alliance, but most of them are young people who are full of blood, and they are all young and strong sects of various sects.

Everyone's expressions were the same as Wen Wenkang's, resolute and fanatical, implying a trace of tension about the imminent battle.

Wen Wenkang nodded to Xiao Xuance who was sitting at the end of the long table, indicating that he had checked thoroughly, and there was absolutely no magic weapon for wiretapping and detection.

Xiao Xuance stood up, tapped on the table lightly, and after everyone quieted down, he calmly said, "Cui Zongping, Taoist friend of Yinyue Sect, unfortunately passed away last night."

"Cui Daoyou is an expert in data mining. In order to dig out the information of the target person from the vast and chaotic data of the Flying Eagle Starfield, he ignored that he was only a high-level monk in the foundation establishment period. For half an hour, unfortunately, I went crazy!"

"Originally, there was still room for rescue, but in order not to reveal the secrets of the organization, Cui Daoyou endured the inhuman pain, first sent out the precious information, and then deleted all traces in Jing's brain, and then called for help."

"When rescue came, it was too late, fellow Daoist Cui unfortunately died!"

"Cui Daoyou sacrificed for the most glorious cause in the universe, the great revival of human civilization. Now, let us mourn for Cui Daoyou for a minute!"

"Shua!"

Including Wen Wenkang, everyone suddenly stood up, straightened their right arms, clenched their fists, folded their arms, and pressed them tightly to their chests, mourning silently in a solemn and solemn manner.

A minute later, Xiao Xuance looked around and said in a deep voice, "We are different from the fakes in the Palace of Eternal Life, we are real cultivators."

"True immortal cultivators are never afraid of death. Sacrificing for human civilization is our greatest happiness and glory!"

"Over the past decades, countless martyrs have sacrificed without hesitation, and finally brought our cause to today. The Flying Star Realm, which has been divided for five thousand years, will be reunified in our hands, with one civilization, one leader, and one road! "

"However, at the moment when the final victory is approaching, our cause has encountered a fatal threat!" (To be continued.)