In the gloomy crypt, a glow of turquoise light lit up, swaying up and down a little mischievously. It was a pair of large, round eyes that shimmered green, like emeralds set in the night sky. There was a lot of moisture in his eyes, with a little pity in his eyes.

In her human form, Suna's hair is brownish-red, slightly curly, and her pupils are amber, typical of a hybrid of Eastern and Western continents. The reason why it appears turquoise is because of the magic energy that overflows from the body.

Like most mutated creatures, Abyssal Termites use chaotic energy.

Magical energy and life energy are both branches of psionic energy, like light and darkness, which are opposites.

As the intensity increases, the color spectrum of psionic energy changes from light blue to dark blue, life energy changes from pale green to emerald green, and magic energy turns from dark green to dark red.

The eyes are the window to the soul and the closest of all organs to the soul, so when the energy in the body is stimulated, it is first reflected in the eyes.

Ants are good at saving, and abyssal termites are the best among them. Judging from the turquoise glow that emanates all the time, Suna's body contains an extremely large amount of energy.

If Chen Xing's spiritual pond is compared to a pond, then Suna's is a deep water lake, and its capacity is not at the same level. But then again, Suna is huge, and the energy consumed is not comparable to Chen Xing.

"Zila!"

A faint sound of electricity sounded, and the surroundings lit up. Suna looked at the arc that was beating between her fingers and subconsciously shrank back. She was most afraid of this thing, and it could give her nightmarish pain every time.

The bad brother always bullied her with this thing, and she died. But now my brother's attention is focused on the small toy in front of him, as long as he is obedient, he will not be bullied.

Flickering electric light shone on the half-human-high body of the pot, and mysterious patterns loomed.

These patterns are beautiful and integrated, and they should be some kind of rune circuit.

In the aftermath of the Cataclysm, scholars discovered that some of the Undercurrent relics were engraved with incomprehensible runes and patterns. They have a strong regularity and a large number of similar permutations. After a long period of research, scholars have found that these patterns have the effect of conducting and converting spiritual energy.

After comparison and experimentation, they developed a new kind of technology - rune loop technology.

The rune loop has two functions, one is conduction and the other is transformation. The rune circuit on the firearm is mainly conductive, conducting psionic energy into guns and bullets, while the rune circuit on the cold weapon is mainly converting, converting psionic energy into heat and electricity, thereby increasing the ability to cut and destroy.

Some artifacts can convert psionic energy into magic energy and life energy, but this more complex rune loop technology has not been mastered by any institution so far, and the conversion efficiency is not high, so there is no significant investment in research.

After years of development, each country and power, especially multinational group companies, has its own unique rune loop technology, but these are top secrets and will not be easily leaked.

Some high-end rune circuit techniques are also in the hands of some great craftsmen, as a secret technique to continue the family's inheritance.

Chen Xing was not a craftsman, he just looked at it, and quickly diverted his attention.

"You just said, turn it upside down?" Chen Xing asked uncertainly.

"Yes~" Suna nodded innocently.

Chen Xing then summoned two larger soldier ants and lifted the Demon Pot upside down. He hugged Suna and watched.

Two ant claws clamp the ampertail and shake it back and forth. After a while, about half a minute, there was a rustling sound from the mouth of the pot, and then a strip of washed sand

The line flowed out.

"Wow, it's so beautiful~"

The sand was golden when it first came out of the pot, and when it came into contact with the air, it quickly turned blue, and immediately melted away when it fell to the ground, turning into a little star sand flying up. The blue light illuminated the crypt, and the sand attached to the top, gradually blending into the dirt.

It is certain that this is psionic energy in its purest form.

When psionic energy comes into contact with air, it burns quickly, like a spark on a campfire, fleeting.

But this combustion does not release heat, only light radiation, which then disintegrates into smaller psionic particles and merges into the space.

Psionic particles, also known as "reikons", are the smallest particles known to man, and are more like bacteria than atoms to the planet.

It can be preliminarily determined that this is a vessel for storing spiritual energy.

The previous disasters can also be explained. The psionic energy in the pot attracted mutated creatures and burrowed into the pot to thrive, and the researchers mistakenly opened the lid of the pot, leading to the demise of Underground Survival Shelter 65.

But there are still some problems.

How much psionic energy is stored in the ear pot?

Why didn't the mutated creatures come back to the pot?

Could it be that the spiritual energy in the pot was exhausted at that time?

If so, what is he looking at now?

Could it be that the psionic energy in the pot can be regenerated?

Newton's law of conservation of energy still applies to this world, there is no energy that appears out of thin air, there must be some source.

Also, when it first came out, it was golden yellow, and although it was only for a moment, it was beyond his knowledge.

It stands to reason that pure psionic energy is blue, how can it be golden?

I saw that I had to ask someone. Most of the knowledge in this world is shared, but there are also some uncertainties, or self-summaries, or exclusive to the higher-ups.

In addition, the "use" mentioned by the third uncle is what kind of "use" method, and I have to ask for advice.

As it stands, the Demon Pot's only purpose is to provide psionic energy. However, psionic energy cannot be absorbed directly, and it will escape as soon as it comes into contact with air. The spiritual energy refined in the factory is dissolved in water and then sealed and stored without contact with the air.

You can drink it directly or inject it when you use it. With this pure form of spiritual energy, it is estimated that it is useless for him to open his mouth to pick it up, and his body cannot absorb and use it at all.

The only effective thing is to learn a method of absorbing spiritual energy through breathing, and increase the density of free spiritual energy particles in the surrounding air through the star sand flowing out of the mouth of the pot, increasing the efficiency of cultivation.

But this method of cultivation is too ancient to be as effective as drinking or injecting psionic potions, and unless you are too poor to afford them, who will learn such an inefficient skill.

This demon pot is supposed to be a fake.

The meaning of a fake is "a false artifact". According to what Chen Xing now knows, fakes exist in the personal realm and are embodied by the host in this world for use.

But the problem is that this ear pot is a "substance", not a "spirit".

Matter here refers to "matter that objectively exists in this space", or "matter that objectively exists in this single universe".

The full name of the spirit is "bioenergetic aggregate with the mark of life". In essence, it is a mass of energy, but it carries the life mark of the species, condensed but not dispersed. If we use the analogy of the shell of an animal, the psionic energy is the physical life mark as bone, and it is precisely because of the existence of the life mark that this can be used

The sub-energies are aggregated together.

Matter is made up of molecules and atoms, and energy is made up of spirits that carry energy. The latter are much smaller than the former, and many places that the former cannot pass through are unobstructed for them.

Spirits can enter the realm of the individual, but matter cannot.

Because the personal realm is a "monoverse that has not yet taken shape", somewhere between the spiritual and the material, it must rely on the primordial universe to exist.

Therefore, the personal realm cannot accommodate matter. Unless the ontology is strong enough to make the personal realm leave the original universe and enter the void, it will become a truly independent universe.

The imaginary emperor level is such an existence, creating and mastering a single metaverse, which can already be called a "god".

The world is too big, there is too much knowledge. Chen Xing was only a low-level mercenary squad leader in his last life, and he had never crossed the elite-level threshold in his life, and all he knew and came into contact with was the lowest level of knowledge.

At that time, the town guard was already an untouchable existence for him, let alone a lord king.

What kind of fakes, royal spirits, pseudo-gods, and his relationship with him is like watching a news broadcast at home in the first life, the gods and gods in the sky, and it is the turn of the little people to worry about him. With this spare time, it is better to move a few more truckloads of bricks to earn some money, and my wife should have come to be more realistic.

Now that he is the head of a town, there is still a lot of knowledge to add.

Sometimes Chen Xing is really envious of those who have talent and background, they can touch the sky with a light tiptoe, and soar into the sky just in a thought.

He gritted his teeth, determined to die, and tried his best to move forward, but he never reached the starting point of others in his life.

But he still refused to give up, and what God did not give him, he fought for it with both hands.

Effort is not in the result, but in the process.

For example, now, he owns a town, which may not be a lot for some, but for him, it is a milestone!

The dream of the previous life has come true. The dream of this life is still being chased.

At the very least, he wanted to bring back the woman named Yeyang Bailiu. Raise a family and give him a football team.

No, it's two football teams!

With such a big ass and such plenty of milk, how can you let her go so easily!

With his current financial resources, it would be no problem to raise one hundred and eighty. And let Yeyang Bailiu be a part-time teacher, and his own baby will teach by himself. She is a graduate student, and she also practiced the ancient martial arts of her family, both civil and military, and when the time came, she specialized in opening a school, from primary school to university.

Thinking of Ye Yang Bailiu walking up to the podium with a big belly, and a pair of innocent big eyes below, he couldn't help but feel a little hot.

But it doesn't matter, isn't there one here?

The earlobe of the pink white peach was in front of him, and he leaned closer, and a breath of heat came out.

The delicate body in his arms suddenly trembled and became extremely stiff.

The happiest thing in this world is to have water to drink when you are thirsty, and to have a pillow when you are sleepy.

But how do you do that?

That is, there are water dispensers everywhere, and pillows are placed everywhere, and whichever water dispenser is close to you can drink, and whichever pillow is near, you can take whichever pillow is near.

The life of a rich man is so capricious and so casual.

"Come, play a game with my brother......"

Suddenly, the stiff body seemed to be pulled away from the bones, and it collapsed all of a sudden.