Silver Dust retreated suddenly, and the other cultivators also screamed and fled in all directions, the scene was as if they had encountered a terrorist attack, almost instantaneously, and the area around the ladder was empty. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Silver Dust could only stay away from the ladder, wandering around the vast grassland a few times, and finally opened the notebook between the tent erected by a loose cultivator and a large rock behind him. This position reminded him of Elder Yun Wuyue and the abominable Unstable Turmoil.

"Someday, I'm going to snatch that abominable thing and stuff it into arcane space forever. Silver Dust gritted his teeth slightly, shook off the unrealistic fantasies in his head, and concentrated on operating the computer.

The blood-colored crystals that replaced the battery still shone blue, which was extremely conspicuous in the dark night, and the silver dust had to emit a dark mist to cover the surroundings so as not to be seen and regarded as a monster. "Scanaround" Silver Dust typed quickly, and there was a rattling sound on the keyboard, compared to the hacker terminal directly controlled by the mind, this computer is indeed a little slower to operate, which may be the only flaw.

The dense white code rolled through the black window like a torrent, and many results were not fully displayed, and Silver Dust had no choice but to press CTRL+Fi to switch to the No. 1 workbench, scrolling the screen with the up and down cursors, and browsing carefully.

The text-only interface shows more than 600 hackable ports and 10,000 red unhackable ports, and Silver Dust is the first time he has seen this kind of unhackable port, he picked one at random, and typed "hackin" but it turned out to be "", and there was no whole static code as usual.

Yinchen looked at the screen suspiciously, scratching his head, he didn't understand what the return value meant, he thought about it, and finally very hesitantly, even cautiously entered another code:

“sudo./–vi–located_file.”

The screen moved, and a lot of results were output, but Yinchen couldn't read a word!

"Can anyone tell me, what does 'Mi Che Ti Jue Lei - Mourn the Old' mean?!" Yinchen held his forehead and looked at the silver pupils of "Mi Che Ti Jue Lei - Mourning the Old, Mi Che Ti Jue Lao - Qi Rao ......" that flowed quickly on the screen.

"Where is this prophecy?Saturn?Zenith?Brain-dead?" Yinchen kept spitting in his heart, he had seen the most difficult demonic language, but it wasn't as incomprehensible as these things in front of him, right?

Finally, when the screen stopped, Silver Dust quickly typed in a "sudomapviewallresult" and then pressed Ctrl+F8 to switch back to the graphics workbench.

A window slowly popped up on the graphical interface, dense green lines appeared on the black background, and finally synthesized into a 3D map-like thing, a lot of blue and more red dots were marked on the map, no need to carefully identify, Silver Dust also knew that this was a topographic map with a radius of two kilometers with itself as the center, and those points were the ports that were scanned.

Most of the 600 blue ports were scattered and moving, and Silver Dust estimated that they were treasures carried by nearby cultivators. The other more than 100,000 red dots are all strange things that cannot be hacked, and they are all concentrated on the Purple Blood Immortal Mountain.

"Could it be ......" Yinchen looked at the map, a bad premonition hit his heart, he enlarged the 3D map, carefully observed those red dots, the red dots slowly turned into strange red areas with the magnification, Yinchen looked at the three-dimensional shape outlined by these red lines, and the uneasiness in his heart became a reality.

“...... It's the enchantment of the Purple Blood Immortal Mountain, damn it, why can't you hack it?" Yinchen tapped on the keyboard and entered one command after another, but the result was only "".

Feeling down, Silverdust didn't beat his knees in frustration like an ordinary child, but instead scaled out the map with a blank face and prepared to turn off the computer. Zhang Mengmeng's sudden departure has made his heart not like a child, becoming cold and numb, although he still reveals his naïve heart in front of people he knows, but the longer he stays in an unfamiliar environment, the more cold and ruthless the mask on his face becomes.

He unconsciously zoomed out the map, feeling unworthy of his well-planned but fruitless attempt. "Maybe I'm running out of luck. He turned to himself, suddenly stopped, and looked at the four blue points of light located on the Purple Blood Immortal Mountain in surprise, even a little surprise.

He quickly zoomed in on the map and looked at it carefully, only to find that it was actually four invisible gates condensed by Gangfeng. Each gate completely blocks the entrance to a ladder, separating it from the grass at the foot of the mountain.

That was the barrier at the entrance of the Purple Blood Immortal Mountain.

Silver Dust resisted the urge to throw a fist into the air in celebration to maintain the cold facial expression he had managed to maintain. The right hand quickly slid around the touchpad, selected the four blue dots, and at the same time, the left hand used the "one-finger Zen" kung fu to quickly enter the "hackin" command.

"Rescanning port ......"

"Trying to hack ......"

"New return volatility received, parsing ......"

"Converting ......" Yinchen temporarily afked when he saw this, he knew that this was the computer system code that converted a certain section of Gangfeng fluctuations in the enchantment into Canonicle script, and then he could continue to operate, and this process usually lasted about five minutes.

He waited, keenly feeling a faint fear in the air.

Some screams were heard from afar.

It seemed that many monks were driven towards the Purple Blood Immortal Mountain.

"Parse out the unknown code, unable to translate, and start to guess violently......"

Reading dictionary ......

"The dictionary is incomplete, and the full dictionary is being downloaded from the apt-get server...... Expect to take five minutes ......"

Yinchen hugged the computer, curled up slightly, and a transparent cold Gangfeng began to flow in the air, which was the ghost Gangfeng he was most familiar with, the Gangfeng of the Demon Pavilion.

The Mowei Pavilion Group has arrived.

"It seems that the Poison Dragon Sect and the Holy Water Sect are not far away. "Silver Dust sensed the abnormal activity of the dark element through the realm, slowly tensed his nerves, and prepared for battle, for him alone, those people in the Demon Pavilion were nothing, but if he wanted to save the lives of more than a dozen people in the chaotic army, it was still a little difficult for Silver Dust, who had just advanced to the Holy Mage.

"The dictionary has been downloaded, and the ...... is being guessed"

The longest step began, and Silver Dust quietly hugged the computer, anxiously waiting. As the minutes passed, more and more scattered cultivators were driven and hit, so that they could not die, and these people were concentrated on the grass around the silver dust.

"Sure enough, luck ran out, so bad luck can happen. "Silver Dust had no choice but to shrink the dark fog for a while, allowing it to wrap tightly around the narrow area behind the tent and between the large rocks, so as not to be seen as unusual. Through the dark mist, the Holy Mage clearly saw a face of panic and despair.

"My lord, we are all poor cultivators, and there is nothing else on our bodies except for these few taels of bones, please, for the sake of us, there are eighty old mothers and ...... Ahh

The crowd quickly gathered towards the center, and the scattered cultivation around Silver Dust became more and more dense, about to squeeze into his dark mist. The chances of his own position being exposed are getting bigger and bigger.

"Hurry up and ......" Silver Dust prayed softly as he stared at the screen.

"Are you all eighty old mothers? Okay, contribute all your old mothers and send them to the lowest earthen kiln, and let the miners, stone miners, and dung diggers take turns to do a good job, the deity...... I can probably spare half of your dog's life, what do you think?" An arrogant and ruthless voice sounded outside the dark mist, Yinchen almost threw the computer to the ground, that voice Yinchen will not forget, that is Du Chuanchang's voice.

"Poisonous Dragon Sect ......" Yinchen squeezed out three words from between his teeth.

"Guess successful!Compiling full code......"

"Packing ......"

"Translating ......"

"Sending embedded packet ......"

"The packet is being accepted and the return harmonics are being read and transcoded......"

"Proofreading returns the packet...... 100%, Error: 0."

"Duplex monitoring channel is being opened......"

Silver Dust was listening intently to the movement outside the black fog with bated breath, when the computer screen moved first, and a black window popped up, with only a short line on it:

root# (To be continued.) )