"It's Reiki revival! Reiki is back on its way! ”

The officers and men on the deck shouted excitedly.

Their average cultivation level is only Qi cultivation, and many people even only have a sense of Qi, but they still can't convert their aura into mana.

Therefore, it is much slower to the changes of heaven and earth.

Immediately after that, everyone sat cross-legged and began to enter a state of meditation, even if they could not calm down for a short time, they would breathe hard.

Studies have shown that when the aura is so dense that it will exist as a gas to a certain extent, the spirit stone will be condensed to the extreme aura. The large amount of aura produced in a short period of time by Reiki Rejuvenation has a slight effect even if it is breathing hard.

Although the specific effect is minimal, it is better than nothing.

"Another Reiki revival."

The commander of the sailor, who was over half a hundred years old, came from a distance.

A battleship that is said to be able to cross the universe.

"Reiki revival? Is that what you call this celestial phenomenon? Feixing Zhenren asked.

The commander of the sailor replied: "This is a historical problem left over from 10 years ago, and many people thought it was the revival of ancient aura. I don't know if you have read our history, there have always been records of spiritual practice. Many years ago, there was a time when qigong was very popular. ”

"Coupled with the policy orientation of concealing transcendence and the cultivation world, it is natural to say that it has recovered, how should you call this phenomenon by such a great power?"

"Reiki Tides." Feixing Zhenren didn't think twice, "There have been a lot of studies on the world in the Asgard era, and the Heavenly Supervisor Division has a department that specializes in the study of heaven and earth. Reiki does not disappear, it only transforms into other things, and Reiki tides are a phenomenon in which Reiki rises. ”

"The Law of Conservation of Matter? The recovery should be good. ”

"No, it won't go away, but it will increase. When the immortal calendar was a thousand years old, the Heavenly Supervisor found that the aura had been increasing, and the more strong people were, the more aura there was, and in a special case, the aura could be increased. ”

Feixing Zhenren shook his head, this remark made the commander of the sailor's eyes light up, and he took out his mobile phone and asked, "Can I record?" ”

"Yes."

"You go on."

The commander of the sailor turned on the recording, and since the real person of Feixing had agreed, he would not be stingy and secretive.

"Heaven and earth yin and yang cycle, if there is no problem, the amount of aura will not change, this is conservation. The yin and yang cycle will wear out a part of the turbid qi and transform it into clear qi, which is the cycle, and the above will cause the aura to not disappear or decrease. ”

The commander of the naval division asked, "Then how can I increase it?" ”

"I don't know, in my memory, Asgard hasn't come up with an answer yet, one thing is certain, the more strong the world, the stronger the world. And the strong will produce aura, and this boundary is in the Yuanying, and the higher you go, the more there are. ”

"In the past, no one knew, and it was probably because of a strong person in an era, and it was generally difficult to detect changes."

Extremely vague memories surged through the minds of the flying stars.

Vaguely, there is such an era, millions of gold pills, thousands of yuan babies, and thousands of gods.

"Why is this happening?" The commander of the water division hurriedly asked: "Cultivation requires the absorption of spiritual energy, and I remember that there are too many strong people in the tribulation. ”

"Most of them are congenital souls, they are like this from birth, they don't need to practice at all, and the aura is generated in the cultivation of the strong. As for the specific principle, we don't know, not all phenomena have answers, and you can't be sure of the nature of black holes

Feixing Zhenren touched his chin, and after a little thought, he remembered something in modern times, which was very in line with the tone of his memory.

"It's probably like a nuclear power plant, where a few small pieces of matter can burst into billions of brilliance."

"Kind of understood."

The commander of the naval division closes the recording, and this information will be transmitted to a database and summarized by countless scholars.

But most of them are on paper, all kinds of conjectures and associations.

At present, the government is still in the stage of learning the method of cultivation, and it has no ability to study it at all.

"Senior, after this recovery, can you start building the immortal boat?"

Feixing Zhenren glanced at the commander who was over half a hundred years old, and the emotions of mortals could not escape his eyes, and he felt a kind of anxiety.

He asked, "What, something happened?" ”

"No, but there may be later." The Commander of the Naval Division smiled bitterly and said, "As an immortal, you should not be able to understand the mortal concept of time, and there are often things that change day and night. And power will deteriorate, and the sailor still has influence now, but it does not mean that it will be in the future. ”

"If you don't come up with results quickly, you may suddenly change your mind one day."

Feixing Zhenren understood, looked up at the meteor falling from the sky, and said, "Building an immortal boat requires a lot of resources and time. In the previous life, Asgard took a thousand years, and now it is estimated that it will take five or six years to complete the prototype. ”

"This is already the limit, and it can't be fast."

Most of the thousands of years of time were spent on research, for example, the Futu Immortal Boat had 109,000 formations in the early days, and each formation was interlocking.

The mere issue of formation coordination took them hundreds of years.

Nowadays there was an experience, there were complete drawings, there were no erroneous schemes, and it still took decades to build.

"At least start work first, right?" The commander of the sailor division was a little unwilling.

There is a high probability that Xianzhou will be built in a few decades, but he will have already retired by then, and this credit will not be his turn.

This is a feat that will go down in history, and in the future, when human civilization enters the universe, it will inevitably remember its name in history. It may not be the one who has the most credit, but at least it is secondary.

Feixing Zhenren: "It takes at least 100,000 foundations to start construction, or you find 100 gold pills." ”

“……”

The Commander of the Naval Division sighed deeply.

Where did he find so many monks? Now there are less than 10,000 foundations in the entire Shenzhou, and there are 100 Jindan, but they are all reincarnated.

A few local gold pills that have recently broken through are offered as treasures, how can they come over to be welders?

Is it time for the sky to fall?

The commander of the sailor looked at the sky and prayed to heaven to drop 100 gold pills for him.

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To the north of the Black Soil Continent, it is called the Northern Eagle.

Bounded by the Hengduan Mountains, Beiying is a flat terrain suitable for large-scale mechanized farming, and was once a major agricultural exporter and a powerhouse in the world today.

Now it has also become the territory of the sect.

There are a total of 36 sects, which are drawn straight one square after another as in the colonial era, and the population, products, technology, and spiritual veins in them are all the property of the sect.

The entire modern society has been replaced by a strongman society, and the human rights and laws of the past have completely turned into nothingness, and everything is respected by the strong and everything is subject to cultivation.

The first round of shuffling of the various classes of society was called Qiling.

A person who has a sense of qi and can practice, even if he was a beggar before, will become a human being in the next second. If you can break through the foundation, then the social status is equivalent to that of the multimillionaire in the old society, and he holds a certain amount of wealth.

Some sects will adopt a medieval feudal system, giving native monks land and population to manage. This is also to save the management, and the sect that has become the ruling class does not want the society under its hands to be in chaos.

The first criterion, without exception, was the guarantee of food, and thus another privileged class was born.

Grain-related enterprises will be favored by the strong, who have swelled into giants in just a few years, and can ignore certain rules.

The people regard food as the sky, and the sect values the people.

A middle-aged man in a blue overalls is buried in a field, repairing paralyzed farm equipment.

If it is not repaired by night, it will inevitably be flogged.

He knew that it couldn't be repaired, because the parts were basically rotten. Even the best mechanics can't fix a machine without parts.

Since the collapse of society 10 years ago, many machines have been damaged and cannot be repaired. Because the factory that produces parts is no longer there, and there is no corresponding raw material in the factory, and there is no processing plant for raw materials.

It is not possible to keep a few companies to preserve the human technology system.

The middle-aged man wiped a handful of sweat, looked up at the dim sky, and muttered to himself:

"I am afraid that the only thing in the world that can repair this machine is Shenzhou."

He had heard about Shenzhou's radio station from the radio.

Just like the apocalyptic movies of a long time ago, there will always be a utopia in the apocalypse, an order that still exists, a symbol of a good place.

It's just that I don't know how much it's true and how much it's false.

The numb head can't give an answer, and the thoughts that have long been rotten to the root will not resist.

In this way, the middle-aged man returned to the farm, and in the face of his futility, the person in charge whipped him, giving a few more red marks to his body that was already scarred.

He also did not dare to kill him, for fear of taking responsibility.

Only a foundation monk can kill at will.

Row after row of tin houses are lined up. It had just rained and the ground was muddy, an indescribable mixture of dirt and excrement.

Many people pour urine and feces on the outside.

Although the sect used the previous laws in order to prevent the plague, no one implemented them, so they naturally lost their effect.

The middle-aged man doesn't care, anyway, life is already so bad, and there is no shortage of this bit of and urine.

And the same is true for most people.

Under the oppression of extreme environments, people will return to their primitive animal nature.

Walking on the dung of people and animals, smelling the stench, he came to the red light district, touched the prostitute covered with oil stains, exhausted the hard-earned money, and then left unsatisfied.

Back at home, the kerosene lamp on the table provides a faint glow.

The workers picked at their stinky feet, held a book of photos that had been turned over, and carried out the most primitive entertainment. I didn't stop when I saw someone coming back, or covered up the photo.

Instead, he scolded: "You will also enjoy it, and as soon as you have money, you will drill into those mothers-in-law, and you are not afraid of getting sick." They weren't clean, they were sick. ”

The worker is only 20 years old, which is the age of vitality, not as numb as middle-aged people.

"It's a day to live." The middle-aged man took out half a cigarette butt from his pocket and used a kerosene lamp

A tape recorder plays China's radio station, and now only Shenzhou broadcasts radio to the outside world.

[According to a news report from this station, the relevant departments have recently issued a draft on the popularization of spiritual practice, proposing three major ideological ...... of all people practice, all people live forever, and all people are like dragons]

"Cultivation for all?"

The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly flashed with a strange brilliance, and his scalp was slightly numb, as if something was about to come out.

"yes, I don't know if it's true or not."

The workers looked envious and yearning.

He yearns for Shenzhou, not only a society where order still exists, but also a move to let the whole people practice there.

He wanted to practice, he wanted to live forever, and he wanted to become a human being.

"It is rumored that there are immortals in Shenzhou, who will receive immortality so that all mortals can practice. If the immortals appeared with us, would things get better? ”

"Can we practice?"

"Can we restore civilization?"

He was only 10 years old when civilization collapsed, but the strong difference between before and after is still fresh in the memory of the youth. When he was a child, he lived in a big house with a clean and bright house, eating all kinds of food every day, playing video games, going to amusement parks, and other good memories like a dream.

And when everyone is desperate, there are always some unrealistic legends coming from the East.

Immortal Li Changsheng.

This name is extremely respected even by the disciples of the sect, and young people often hear the disciples of the sect discuss.

Later, I heard all kinds of legends.

"Immortals?"

The middle-aged man's body trembled slightly, and the aura in his eyes appeared, like a whirlpool, engulfing his consciousness.

"That's right, immortal Li Changsheng, he should be the most powerful immortal in the world. When it comes to his name, he is the most arrogant and domineering cultivator on weekdays, and his face is full of admiration and humility. ”

"It's really hard to imagine how strong a person can be to make those monsters fear."

The worker nodded and replied, his face full of excitement, thinking that the other party was discussing Li Changsheng with him.

After all, in the past, this old guy looked like he was drunk and dreaming of death, and he didn't know what happened at all, at most he listened to the music on the radio.

As everyone knows, Li Changsheng, who came out of his mouth, made the middle-aged man completely fall into the endless abyss.

In the depths of his mind, he only heard a thud, and memories came flooding back like a tsunami.

An boundless majestic figure appeared.

Stepping on the green lotus, holding three feet of green, can make the world hang their eyebrows.

When you see him, you know his name.

Qingguang Sword Venerable Xiao Yuntian.

Xiao Yuntian and the middle-aged man covered in mud looked at each other, and their eyes were full of confusion, like a mystery in the womb, covered by a light veil.

Naturally, the fingertips touched each other, and the memories blended.

Thousands of years and decades.

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, the three souls and six spirits that were extremely numb were like spring snow melting, and the tears in his eyes poured out endlessly, and he saw an indescribable prosperous world, an eternal figure.

Li Changsheng, the monarch's father.

What I yearn for, what I desire, what I can't get......

In the dim tin room, the middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes, his face did not change at all, his body was still full of dirt, and his body exuded a foul smell.

But those eyes exuded unparalleled perseverance.

It was a decision to dare to cut down the sky, even if it was to slaughter all the descendants of the disciples and sacrifice all the compatriots.

With a breath and a breath, Xiao Yuntian mastered all the memories, he raised his head through the iron door, walked through the messy slums, and looked to the east.

"Father in the East?"

With that, he sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes.

In an instant, endless spiritual energy surged, and the power was climbing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It only took a moment to build the foundation.

Perhaps it was because he felt the fluctuations of the aura in this place, the void shook, and a voice came.

"He Fangxiao!"

(End of chapter)