Blue and White Society

  Chapter 625 The Immortal Sadako

  Jelly World Heiankyo, Yesha's shrine.

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

  Before he was freed from Sadako's clutches, Yesha crawled out of that well.

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

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

  The back mountain exploded!

  A soaring beam of light, 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 energy shock equivalent to a nuclear explosion with a 500-kiloton equivalent equivalent" researchers estimated the power.

   It's just that this is obviously not a diffuse type. The power of the beam of light is extremely concentrated, and it seems to be just to break the blockade of the wellhead.

   "Ten times with one force." Mo Poor saw that Sadako's well had been razed to the ground, and the hill was gone, leaving a hole tens of meters wide.

  The violent shaking caused cracks 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, Ping An Jing would become a Ping An pit.

  The beam of light gradually disappeared, and the star-cloaked old man looked disgusted in mid-air. His gloves emitted a white halo, and the five gemstones on them were shining brightly.

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

   I don’t know what kind of material it is made of, just like the halo on the top of the angel’s head, it seems to be just an external appearance at 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 he said, "Is this the law..."

   "Huh? Why do you say it's a law?"

   "I felt it. When I saw the cursor, it seemed to be the manifestation of the degree of cohesion of the river of law." Yesha said.

  Mo Poor was taken aback, he didn't feel it at all, it seems that if you only see it through time and space, you don't have this kind of feeling. On the contrary, I think this thing is ugly...

   "Chief! Who is this!" Ye Sha trembled.

  Mo Poor said: "He was smelting some fruits before, and one of the fruits is the planet under your feet."

   "..." Ye Shasheng has nothing to love.

   He understood after hearing this sentence, the world of gods and demons, the world he saw was just the tip of the iceberg.

  However, such a strong man shivered violently at this moment.

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

  The old man suddenly turned his head with an expression of seeing a ghost, and immediately looked at Sadako who appeared behind him.

   "Ugh..."

  The old man was struggling in mid-air in great pain, his mouth was open but he couldn't breathe, his expression was distorted due to suffocation.

  I saw him wearing a gloved hand, brushing himself several times of light in a row, green, yellow, red, and blue seemed to have been tried.

   But it didn't work, he just couldn't breathe.

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

   With an empty hand grabbing, Sadako was compressed in the palm of his hand, and then turned into a crystal with a shock.

   Then he opened his mouth, still unable to 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, touched everywhere.

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

   Seeing that the dots were connected into lines, first into planes, he drew a lifelike 'brain' in a minute.

  Every fold is extremely detailed, and the nerve lines inside are shining with countless tiny shimmers. These shimmers cross and collide on each line, producing blue 'pulse sparks'.

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

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

  Then, the old man touched his heart with his hand, his expression twisted again, his body trembled, his head tilted and he fell down, as if he was dead.

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

  Then the glove flew up automatically, cut open the old man's chest with his fingertips, 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 recovered as soon as he opened his eyes.

   Then, like a lion’s head, he folded his heart with one hand, as if he was repairing it...

  Mo Poor watched mesmerized, and the researcher on the side also murmured: "He built a brain with energy? It is an optical brain in terms of composition, and a biological brain in terms of structure."

   "How can it fix the energy at a specified position? His equation for precise microscopic particle positions must be very advanced! We who only have wave equations and matrix mechanics can't be so precise."

  Mo Poor hurriedly said: "Calm down! This is the mysterious side of the 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 is useless." Mo Poor said.

   "It's fine to use it in other universes. It's not like other universes can't develop technology." The researcher said.

  In fact, the society has already planned to establish a scientific research base in the Immortal Cultivation Universe, not to benefit that universe, but to borrow the thinking power of the Immortal Cultivators to accelerate development and feed back to the earth.

The thinking power of a Nascent Soul 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 a cultivator. Complementary ability is top-notch, commonly known as comprehension.

  However, even a fairy cannot have a thinking close to the speed of light, and it is even far behind.

   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 Poor said.

   After finishing speaking, Mo Poor shot his mental power across the universe.

  …

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

  It’s not that he hasn’t seen ghosts. Although he didn’t participate in the formation of some ghosts and living dead, there are many people in the world who study these.

   But he has never seen such a difficult ghost.

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

  A seemingly resentful thing was always locked on him.

   If it is entangled, let it be entangled, he still doesn't believe that it can't be removed.

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

   He used purification, resentment disintegration, spiritual retreat, and deconstruction and recasting all over, but none of them worked.

  That kind of resentment haunts him forever, and its stubbornness allows him to describe it with an extremely terrifying metaphor: I really want to grow up like this.

  That’s right, it’s this feeling, a feeling that this inherent grievance lock is a part of me.

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

   Not only the resentment, but also the ghost from the resentment, like the law itself, immortal.

  It was the first time he encountered something that obviously 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, giving him a 'surprise'.

  He said in his heart that he would not kill him, but seal the head office! "

  The old man looked at the crystal in his hand, and while coiling his heart, he strengthened the seal.

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

  Just as the old man was astonished, a cold and pale hand patted on his shoulder again.

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

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

   This kind of 'process' seems to be something, to him, it can only be described by laws.

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

  Despite its weird ability, this female ghost seems to be very stupid, even without intelligence. He refined an energy heart, which immediately made this female ghost unable to help him.

   Alchemy products are very convenient to repair, just stop refreshing.

   No matter how the female ghost hurts, as a legendary alchemist, she will 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.

   Could it be that he will spend his whole life with this female ghost? While sleeping, the female ghost crawled aggressively onto the bed. When practicing, a female ghost suddenly appeared behind her and hugged her neck. When doing alchemy, a pile of hair came out of the furnace?

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

   "Pa..." The cold and pale hand rested on his shoulder again.

  The old man looked back at the female ghost helplessly, feeling that being slapped by this icy cold hand every day was enough to make him unable to do anything.

  Some kind of power like the law of fear is affecting his mind. Although he can basically ignore it, it makes him restless and unable to practice peacefully.

   Being tapped on the shoulder every day, it doesn’t matter once or twice, thousands of times? Pat on the shoulder for a lifetime? Where do you go? How can this work?

  But besides being helpless and irritable, he also aroused strong curiosity and the idea of ​​not admitting 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 shoulders, showing an excited expression.

   "You managed to pique my interest, Ghost."

  …

   p.s: Sorry.

  (end of this chapter)