Chapter 625: Immortal Sadako

Jelly World Heian Kyo, in Yesha's shrine.

On the mountain behind his shrine, there is an extra well, which was made by Sadako.

Ye Sha climbed out of that well before being freed from Sadako's clutches.

At this moment, Ye Sha had no choice but to run towards the back mountain with a mournful face. It was not far away, only a few hundred meters away.

Unexpectedly, just halfway through, I heard a huge explosion.

The back mountain exploded!

A beam of light that reached the sky, tens of meters thick, directly broke through the clouds. After a long time, the deep starry sky was shaken like a lake... The remaining detectors could detect the ultra-high energy reaction.

The researcher estimated the power as "an energy impact equivalent to a nuclear explosion with the equivalent of 500,000 tons."

However, this is obviously not a diffusion type. The power of the light beam is extremely concentrated, soaring into the sky, seemingly just to break the blockade at the wellhead.

"One effort can defeat ten levels." Mo Qiong saw that Sadako's well had been razed to the ground, and the hill was gone, leaving a pit dozens of meters wide.

The violent shaking caused cracks to appear on the ground, causing the shrine and dozens of surrounding houses to collapse.

This is still the aftermath of the impact. If it was a diffuse explosion, Heianjing would become a safe pit.

The light beam gradually disappeared, and only the old man in star robes could be seen in the air with a look of disgust. His gloves emitted a white halo, and the five gems on them were shining brightly.

Above the head, there are three small golden cursors suspended with three suns, three moons, and three stars.

I don’t know what kind of material it is made of, just like the halo above the angel’s head, it seems to be just an external manifestation of the level of power.

Ye Sha lay on the ground, holding his head in his hands, and waited until the ground shook and the mountains disappeared before saying: "Is this the law..."

"Huh? Why do you say it's a law?"

"I feel it. When I see the cursor, I feel that it is the degree of cohesion of the long river of laws." Ye Sha said.

Mo Qiong was stunned. He didn't feel it at all. It seemed that if he only saw it through time and space, he wouldn't have such feelings. On the contrary, I think this thing is ugly...

"Chief! Who is this!" Ye Sha said tremblingly.

Mo Qiong said: "He was smelting a few fruits before, and one of them contained the planet under your feet."

"..." Ye Sha was hopeless.

After hearing this sentence, he understood that in this world of gods and demons, the world he saw was just the tip of the iceberg.

However, such a strong man was trembling violently at this moment.

I saw a cold, pale hand resting on the old man's shoulder.

The old man turned around as if he had seen a ghost, and immediately looked at Sadako who appeared behind him.

"Uh-huh..."

The old man was struggling in mid-air in great pain, with his mouth open but unable to breathe. His expression was distorted due to suffocation.

I saw his gloved hand, giving himself several layers of light in succession, green, yellow, red, and blue seemed to have been tried all over again.

But it was no use, he just couldn't breathe.

In pain, he struggled for a while, and suddenly a white light flashed across his face, turning into the posture of a sage, unusually calm.

With a quick grab, Sadako was compressed in his palm, and then with a shock, it turned into a crystal.

Then he opened his mouth, but it seemed he still couldn't breathe, so he touched his head twice. The top of the head, the back of the head, the left and right sides of the head, in short, I touched everything everywhere.

A few seconds later, he used his fingers to draw in the void again. What he drew was a three-dimensional figure. Wherever the fingertips outlined, blue light would be left.

As soon as the dots were connected into lines and then into surfaces, within a minute he drew a lifelike 'brain'.

Each fold is extremely detailed, and the nerve lines inside flash out countless tiny shimmers. These shimmers collide on each line, producing blue 'pulse sparks'.

Such collisions occur billions of times every second, making this 'blue light brain' look very gorgeous.

Such a moving brain just floats aside in the form of fluorescent matter.

Then, the old man touched his heart, his expression distorted again, his body trembled, his head tilted and he fell, as if dead.

But the 'blue light brain' was still floating, gathering a ball of air to support the old man's body.

Then the glove flew up automatically, and his fingertips cut open the old man's chest, took out the heart, and drew a blue light heart inside in the same drawing style.

The heart seems to be very simple, and it takes only three seconds to complete.

Then the glove flashed yellow again, and the old man opened his eyes and recovered as before.

Then, like a lion's head, he held his heart with one hand, seeming to be repairing it...

Mo Qiong watched with fascination, and the researcher on the side also murmured: "Did he use energy to build a brain? In terms of composition, it is an optical brain, and in terms of structure, it is a biological brain."

"How does it set the energy at a specified position? His equations for precise microscopic particle positions must be very advanced! With only wave equations and matrix mechanics, it is impossible for us to be so precise."

Mo Qiong said quickly: "Calm down! This is a mysterious side universe, and people can use more natural laws than us."

The researcher suddenly looked regretful, and then said: "Do you know the concept of using pure energy to create a human brain? The speed of thinking can be close to the speed of light."

"The earth can't use it." Mo Qiong said.

"It's good to use it in other universes. It's not like other universes can't develop technology," the researcher said.

In fact, the company has already planned to establish a scientific research base in the immortal universe. It is not to benefit that universe, but just to borrow the thinking power of the immortal cultivators to accelerate development and feedback to the earth.

The thinking power of a Yuanying old monster is ten times stronger than that of ordinary people on earth. This thinking power is not just calculation power, but includes perception, memory, understanding, association, analysis, judgment, etc., especially association, the brain of an immortal cultivator. The ability to supplement is top-notch, commonly known as comprehension.

But even an immortal cannot have thoughts close to the speed of light, or even far from it.

I don't know if his seemingly pure brain is really that powerful.

"You can learn slowly in the future. I'll try to see if I can communicate with him first." Mo Qiong said.

After saying that, Mo Qiong shot his spiritual power across the universe.

…

The old man is a sixty-three-ring great alchemist, a legendary existence.

It's not like he hasn't seen ghosts before. Although he didn't participate in the creation of some ghosts and living dead, there are plenty of people in the world who study these.

But he has never seen such a difficult ghost.

But out of the curiosity of an alchemist, he discovered the strange items in the plane fruit and took them out to study, but he was actually filled with resentment.

Something that seemed to be full of resentment was always locked on him.

As long as it's haunting, he still doesn't believe it can't be eliminated.

However, the result is that it really cannot be eliminated...

He has used purification, resentment disintegration, spiritual dispersion, deconstruction and recasting all over the place, but to no avail.

That resentment will always haunt him, and its stubbornness allows him to use an extremely terrifying metaphor to describe it: I really want to look like this.

Yes, that's the feeling, the feeling that this resentment is inherently locked in and is a part of oneself.

Even if he recast his own flesh and blood, it still exists.

Not only the resentment, but also the ghost that comes from the resentment is as immortal as the law itself.

For the first time, he encountered something that clearly had many weaknesses but could not be eliminated.

Every time he thought he had purified the other party, the other party would appear again inexplicably to 'surprise' him.

I thought that I would not kill him, but seal the head office! "

The old man looked at the crystal in his hand, holding his heart while strengthening the seal.

However, suddenly, the ghost in the crystal turned into a wisp of resentment and disappeared.

Just when the old man was extremely stunned, a cold and pale hand patted his shoulder again.

"..." He finally couldn't help showing the expression of 'why is this happening'.

He didn't know that a technical seal was meaningless to a ghost with this kind of characteristics, because it was not actually a ghost, but something almost like an execution program.

This kind of 'process'-like thing, to him, can only be described as a law.

Fortunately, the other party couldn't kill him. The female ghost either suffocated him or caused his heart to stop suddenly, but these were not considered critical to him.

Despite her weird abilities, this female ghost seemed to be very stupid and even had no intelligence. He refined an energy heart and immediately made the female ghost unable to do anything to him.

Alchemy products are very easy to repair, just stop refreshing them.

No matter how much the female ghost hurts him, as a legendary alchemist, he would not be killed by this trick of killing mortals.

"It's just too troublesome to pester me. How can I study and practice in the future..." The old man frowned and thought to himself.

Will I spend the rest of my life with this female ghost? When I was sleeping, the female ghost crawled onto the bed menacingly. While practicing, a female ghost suddenly appeared from behind and hugged her neck. While doing alchemy, a bunch of hair came out of the furnace?

Even when communicating with her friends, she might transform into one of them, suddenly change her face and pull him into the well.

"Pah..." The cold, pale hand rested on his shoulder again.

The old man looked back helplessly at the female ghost, feeling that being slapped by this cold and biting 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 practice calmly.

Is it okay to be tapped on the shoulder every day, once or twice, but thousands of times? A lifelong pat on the shoulder? Follow wherever you go? How can this be done?

However, while he was helpless and irritable, he also aroused strong curiosity and unwillingness to admit defeat.

"There is nothing that an alchemist cannot deconstruct! There is no unsolvable existence, and everything can be smelted..."

The old man licked his lips and let the female ghost lie on his shoulder, showing an excited expression.

"You managed to pique my interest, Ghost."

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p.s: Sorry.