Sixty-six thousand points.

It's ten times more than the Jiufu Realm.

An Qisheng was not surprised, the Jiufu Realm could not breed a monster like Zhu Yan in any case, and it was reasonable that he needed more Dao power.

Dreaming of the Jiufu Realm, he inherited the essence of the martial arts of tens of thousands of years in the Jiufu Realm, and even inherited the past and the future, and derived the 3,000-year-old royal power Taoist sect, and the harvest was extremely huge.

Sixty-six thousand Dao power was just a drizzle for him.

It's just that the coordinates of the world are not complete, God knows what realm he will dream of, and how many times he will have to try to find the great realm where the zombie king is located.

"Can the consumption of Dao power make up for the coordinates of the world?"

An Qisheng's heart moved, and asked.

Dao Yitu is seriously damaged, there is no wisdom at all, dull is not as good as the first generation of artificial intelligence, in addition to its own dreams, big dreams for thousands of years, insight into himself, omniscience, other abilities exist, he has to try them one by one.

[Consuming Dao power, you can calculate the world coordinates]

Sure enough, after getting An Qisheng's inquiry, Dao Yitu immediately responded;

[Consume 100 points of Dao power, and you can calculate the world coordinates contained in the spiritual imprint within a hundred years (Xuanxing time)]

[Consume 10,000 points of Dao power, which can be ..... within a year]

[100,000 points of Dao power are consumed, which can be calculated within 40 days]

[Consume millions of Dao Power points, which can deduce the complete world coordinate ...... within four days]

......

“.......”

An Qisheng was a little speechless.

Things that don't matter to him are nothing to Dao Yitu, as long as the Dao power is enough, it seems that he can get the complete world coordinates without even a millisecond.

"In this way, there is more room for manoeuvre."

After thinking about it in his heart, An Qisheng still chose to calculate the world coordinates with 100,000 forces.

Although he still had 1.2 million Dao powers, this was the result of his accumulation of tens of thousands of years of accumulation of countless people in a world.

How hard is it to come by?

Where can it be consumed so plainly.

After all, the vanity of the talisman will be about forty days later, and it is not right to waste it.

It's only forty days, and he can afford to wait.

After all, although his path does not depend on the Tao Yitu, and he has mastered the ability to dream, insight, and omniscience of the Dao Yitu, but he is still a little far from dreaming alone and sleepwalking in the worlds.

Dao Li is prepared for him.

Call!

Slowly exhaling a breath of turbidity, in the distance, a helicopter flapping the air current.

For more than a month, the Special Affairs Bureau has not been idle.

While various internal countermeasures were being discussed, there were also people who came every once in a while.

Da Da Da ~ The helicopter slowly landed in the distance.

The group got off the helicopter.

An Qisheng glanced slightly, this time it was not only the people from the special operations team who came, but also a few ordinary people who had loose muscles and bones and obviously had not practiced kung fu.

An old man with glasses and a short beard, a beautiful girl, and a middle-aged man with glasses.

The three of them each carried their instruments, and under the support of the special operations team, they walked towards this place.

The leader of the team is the prisoner Niu, the disciple of Xue Zheng, the senior brother of Jing Xiaolou, and the master who has already hugged Dan.

"Mr. Ann!"

As they got closer, the special combat team members, including the prisoner cow, saluted in unison.

"I have been instructed by Sect Master Xue, you are a disciple of Sect Master Xue, so you don't have to be too polite."

Anqisheng got up and returned the salute.

The cold wind was howling in the snowy mountains, and he only wore a single coat.

The prisoners were not surprised, but the three old men were quite surprised.

The snow-capped mountains here are not too high, but the temperature is also more than ten degrees below zero, only wearing a single coat, not even a tent, just sitting like this for more than a month?

The girl looked at it with horror.

Is this still human?

"The teacher said that the master is the teacher, and the etiquette cannot be abolished."

Prisoner Niu smiled bitterly, pointed to the three people behind him, and introduced: "This is Dr. Yang Guanglin, these two are his students, Geng Yingying and Su Xiuwei, this time they came with us to study the ....... of the golden coffin."

"Hello Mr. An!"

Yang Guanglin looked like he was about fifty or sixty years old, with a thin appearance and bright eyes, so he took the initiative to step forward at this time, put down the instrument box, and shook hands with An Qisheng.

"Hello Dr. Yang."

Anderson shook hands with him.

He had heard of this Yang Guanglin, he was a top scholar in China, presided over many scientific research projects, a national treasure-level figure, and when he was in Xuanjing before, he collected the spiritual imprint of the top talents, including his disciples.

"I've heard of Mr. An's name for a long time, and when I see it today, it's really extraordinary."

Yang Guanglin sighed slightly.

He knows the martial arts world, and he has seen many masters in the martial arts world, although the young man in front of him does not seem to be amazing, but if he can defeat Mu Longcheng, the first person in the martial arts world, he will not be a simple person.

Naturally, it is very polite.

"A martial artist can't compare to Dr. Yang."

Anderson let go of his hand.

In the three hundred years of Xuanxing, martial arts rooted in science and technology have made great progress, and martial arts have become popular in China, however, even if boxing is a god, it is not as important as scientific researchers for the country.

This can be seen from Wang Zhixuan's unique status, and the captain of the Baodan-level special operations team like Prison Niu has to come to escort Yang Guanglin.

Martial arts can strengthen the body, but science and technology can strengthen the country and the army, and the meaning is different.

"Mr. An is too modest, a character like you was a land immortal in ancient times, a national teacher of a country, and a big man that the emperor asked to see."

Yang Guanglin smiled.

After the two talked a few words and exchanged politeness, the topic turned to the golden coffin.

"Two years ago, after the video of the Golden Eagle Kingdom was circulated, I began to study these 'outsiders'."

Yang Guanglin rubbed his cold palms, looked at the golden coffin, and sighed with a hint of emotion in his tone:

"The universe is vast, Xuanxing is just a piece of dust, and the search for aliens has never stopped, but it is still a little unbelievable to see it.......

"What's the takeaway from Dr. Yang?"

An Qisheng's heart moved and asked.

"By studying the corpses of the dead outsiders, we found that their structure is very similar to ours, which is actually unreasonable. There are many contingencies in the birth of human beings, and any slight change will result completely differently, and in the vast universe, even if there is a second star, it is not realistic to give birth to creatures with the same structure as us. ”

Yang Guanglin lifted the instrument box and walked to the golden coffin:

"There are no more examples, and it is impossible to find out the truth behind them, but they were able to come to Xuanxing, it should be the operation of space, whether this is the case or not, there is no result for the time being......."

No research project can produce results in a short period of time.

An Qisheng was not surprised, but just watched a few people walk into the golden coffin, and then admonished:

"Although this golden coffin is not in danger, it is best not to touch the talisman on it, otherwise, it will cause unnecessary trouble."

"Mr. An, don't worry."

Geng Yingying put down the instrument box, rubbed her hands, and replied: "Similar precautions, Captain Qinglong has already explained, and we will not move." ”

"That's the best."

An Qisheng also ignored the three people circling around the golden coffin, paced a few steps forward, and walked to the side of the prisoner cow who was directing several subordinates to set up tents.

As protectors, they are naturally meant to stay.

After all, with three scientific research doctors who are not diligent in their limbs, they can't survive in this snowstorm without their help.

"Mr. An, the Bigu Dan you want, it's on the plane, I'll get it for you later?"

Seeing An Qisheng coming over, the prisoner cow smiled slightly:

"I'm going to stay here these days, and I'm going to ask for your advice."

"Naturally, there is no problem with guidance, but I am going to leave for a few days, and I want you to inform Qinglong."

An Qisheng smiled and said.

The golden coffin fell here, and the idlers had no ability to move at all, and there was a special bureau guarding them, and ordinary people couldn't get close, and the matter of his world coordinates already had an eyebrow, so naturally there was no need to stay in the snow mountain.

"You're leaving?"

The prisoner bull glanced at the three people who were constantly measuring around the golden coffin, and said in a low voice, "Because the three doctors are disturbing?" ”

"Not really."

An Qisheng waved his hand, looking at the west, his eyes were faint:

"After more than a month of meditation, it's time to move around......"

Mu Longcheng's death is not really undisturbed, even if the people of Longcheng Group do not come for the time being for the sake of stock prices and rights, it does not mean that no one cares about Mu Longcheng's death.

Naturally, he wouldn't wait for them to come to him.

"You're going to."

The prisoner's eyelids jumped, and he guessed what An Qisheng wanted to do.

I can't help but smack my tongue in the dark.

Is this to cut the grass and eradicate the roots?

"I'll leave it to you in the next few days."

An Qisheng glanced at the golden coffin:

"The talisman can't be moved, once it moves, the consequences will be even more serious than what happened before......"

has been played with by him for more than a month, and he doesn't have to think about it, and he knows how angry the zombie king is at this time.

Once he broke the seal.......

The prisoner cow was heartbroken, and nodded solemnly:

"I understand."

"That's it, that's fine."

An Qisheng didn't say much, his steps moved with the wind, and his body had a few ups and downs before the helicopter.

With a quick grab, he lifted the wooden box containing Bigu Dan and floated away.

It seemed to be just a blink of an eye, and it had disappeared into the snow.

.......

France, Ba City, a world-famous iron tower, three floors, on top of a huge observation deck.

At this time, there was a party going on.

On either side of the large table, more than 20 people were sitting.

Among these twenty men were old and young, men and women, people of all colors, some strong, some burly, some emaciated, some petite, all dressed differently.

The only thing that is the same is that these people are all imposing, their eyes are bright, like wolves and tigers, and they are obviously all great masters of kung fu.

At this time, on the huge viewing platform, the falling needles could be heard, and dozens of people sat down without the slightest sound.

Only the sound of fingers tapping on the table was like a drum.

Sitting at the end of the long table was a well-proportioned mixed-race young man in casual clothes with a short size.

His name was Yan Changsha, one of the three leaders of the beggar society.

He had a high nose, thin lips, deep eyes, and a playful smile on his face as he looked at the other end of the long table, a tall, blue-eyed white man:

"Potter, do you know what you're talking about?"

Potter sat up straight and replied earnestly:

"You're going to die......"