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Chapter 319 Nano Liquid Robot Armor 25

Chapter 319 Nano Liquid Robot·A25

A few days later.

A computer-sized square courier was delivered by the elite Kingfisher and fell on the ground of the mining area, creating a deep pit that almost submerged itself.

After Jiang Ding signed the signature for Elite Kingfisher, he looked at the square express delivery.

Dig it out and take it apart.

It is a silver-white metal block the size of a computer, regular square, extremely smooth, without any gaps, and looks exactly like a steel ingot.

An item card appears in front of you.

[Nano Liquid Puppet Robot·A25]

[Level: Level 2 (for personal use by monks)]

[Function: After being activated with mana, divine consciousness, and a drop of blood, it can simulate most of the host's information. It has the peak strength of foundation building, is immune to third-level physical damage, and is immune to second-level spell damage. Ten nano-liquid puppet robots can gather together to Forming third-level combat effectiveness, one of the future directions of Xianmen's close combat Taoist soldiers. 】

[Conditions for installation: Persons with relevant authority and testers are required to write a test report every three years. 】

"sounds good."

Jiang Ding was surprised, mana and spiritual consciousness poured into it, and he pricked his finger and gave it a drop of ordinary blood.

"Dip! Dip!"

There was a rapid flash of red light, followed by a sound similar to a formation spirit.

"Binding permissions, wait..."

After a moment, the lines of the formation flickered, and the square steel ingot collapsed, melted, and turned into a thin silvery white layer, almost seeping into the ground.

Then, it deformed, squirmed, and gradually rose to the same height as Jiang Ding. The silver-white metal light dissipated, revealing a handsome young man in green clothes with calm and indifferent eyes.

“A strange yet homely feeling.”

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and felt it for a moment, and had a real understanding of the so-called monk's personal version on the item card.

It's like a clone, with a weak spiritual connection, and it can make corresponding actions with just a thought.

In addition, there is an on-hook function. As long as it is given a period of time to collect data, it can spontaneously handle various things according to the owner's behavior pattern.

In the on-hook mode, it has a weak artificial simulated consciousness and can perform actions unique to monks such as receiving sound transmissions and opening storage bags.

Test each one.

Indeed, as the instructions say, there is no discount.

"Okay, safety will be improved to the next level."

"The only thing left is the teleportation array."

Jiang Ding nodded with satisfaction.

Search the Internet and you will find that Xianmen Xiandao has advanced technology in this area, with many types and various functions.

Pick and choose,

In the end, six small teleportation arrays with a teleportation distance of 3,000 kilometers were selected to strengthen the ability of space concealment and teleportation fluctuation encryption. Even Nascent Soul monks who are good at space cannot even think of cracking it within dozens of breaths.

Very expensive.

Moreover, low-grade spiritual stones cannot be completely purchased and require space-attribute heavenly materials and earthly treasures to be traded.

"More than two hundred kilograms of Kongming Crystal Copper are gone, and more than three million low-grade spiritual stones are also included."

"I'm completely out of money."

Jiang Ding rummaged around in his pocket and couldn't help but sigh.

In addition to the dozen tons of electromagnetic spiritual gold and strategic-grade spiritual mineral mercury and silver spiritual gold that will be used in the future, he now only has about 200,000 low-grade spiritual stones left, and has no spare money.

If there is an urgent need, nothing can be spent.

"It would be great if I could meet the lone Ancestor of Hundred Ghosts again."

Jiang Ding fell into reverie and was deeply impressed by the ancestor of Baigui.

The clones made him a fortune, which he spent lavishly for decades before running out.

What about the body?

Will it be stable for the next hundred years?

"calm."

"Don't go into any fishing plans."

Jiang Ding took a deep breath, forcibly interrupting the beautiful fantasy in his mind, and even came up with a detailed plan involuntarily.

"Brother, I don't need to get rich. I can get the golden elixir by working slowly and slowly. We'll talk about it after the golden elixir."

Close your eyes and enter the state of cultivation under the big blue and gold tree.

Practice and take classes.

Every half a month, he spends several hours flying a space fighter to go home, cook, clean, visit his grandparents, and use magic power to sort out the meridians of the elderly's body and eliminate cancer and other diseases.

Then he came back to continue practicing and taking classes. From time to time he would enter the Mist Spirit Bead to practice in the Soul-Slaying Lord's class. Every time, he would fall freely from the sky without any warning.

Every time, Yinwu Zhenjun, the Taiyin Sword Sect who reached the peak of the Golden Core, was defeated with one sword.

The only gain is that the Destruction Sword Intent has been slightly enhanced.

Make time every day to intercept a ray of magnetic crystal core and blend it into the Taiqing Flying Sword.

Busy.

I don't feel how long time has passed, a year has passed like this.

Jinling Mountain.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and turned into a gray-blue light and flew into the distance, taking the initiative to go out in an extremely rare event.

today,

It is the day when the golden fruits of the nine orifices are ripe.

The escaping lights of foundation building flew in one after another and gathered in the sect hall. Many people had greed and longing in their eyes, wishing that all the foundation building monks around them would disappear and have it all for themselves.

However, when Lei Linghe, the head of the Thunder Vein, and a red-haired old man walked into the hall, all the foundation-building monks instantly despaired.

The peak of fire vein foundation building, Zhou Yulong!

Twenty-five years ago, he was lax in disciplining his subordinates and assassinated the elders of the sect. He was punished by the Supreme Elder and imprisoned on the cliff for twenty-five years. Today he finally got out of trouble.

His aura, after being tempered by Siguo Yagangfeng for twenty-five years, became increasingly violent and hot, making everyone afraid to look directly at him.

"hey-hey!"

"No matter how strong you are, what can you do?"

Many Ji Ji sneered in their hearts after having had issues with Zhou Kunlong before.

Li Qingyun also came. As a disciple of the Supreme Elder and the leader of the sect in the future, he must attend such an occasion. He glanced at Zhou Kunlong and thought with pity.

"Elder Zhou, I was born at the wrong time."

This person is indeed a genius and scheming. He had a premonition of today more than thirty years ago and used all his contacts to fight for it.

However, after all, the opportunity to kill the bud was missed.

No, maybe not a miss.

Unless he could predict the future, he would have no chance the moment the sect's golden elixir discovered the young one. Jinling Mountain's second-level top-notch formation was not something he could break silently.

That person would never go out without the ability to protect himself.

A gray-blue escape light.

It flew in from the outside without any hesitation, and there was nothing surprising about it. Even the sharp edge that could be sensed all those years ago was completely gone.

Even if no spells are cast, it can easily be ignored.

"Middle stage of foundation building!"

Zhou Yulong's eyes lit up, as if he saw hope.

The difference between two small realms!

"Bye!"

"Little uncle!"

At the beginning of the leader Lei Linghe, from Li Qingyun down, all the foundations showed respect and saluted uniformly, and the sound shook the entire sect hall.

‘Why does this person have such prestige in just twenty-five years? ’

‘Even my descendants from the Zhou family are like this! ’

Zhou Quelong was horrified and looked with cold eyes at several of Zhou's descendants who had been friendly with him in the past and who had received his strong support.

Several descendants of the Zhou family were a little uncomfortable and did not dare to look directly into his eyes.

Among the many foundation-building monks who bowed and bowed, only one stood up straight, standing out from the crowd.

A gaze was drawn and fell on Zhou Kunlong.

Cold, sharp, hot.

There was even a trace of inexplicable meaning, as if he was thinking about something dangerous.

"Goodbye, little uncle."

Zhou Yulong was unwilling to give in, but he did not dare to be disrespectful in any way in the sect's main hall, and he saluted meticulously.

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