Abyss Express

Chapter 744 Act.Zero·Act Zero

After Penglai No. 1 began ultra-deep drilling operations, the spiritual pressure environment in the area around Aizong Mausoleum changed dramatically.

It is like a depth bomb that penetrates more than 24,000 meters below the earth's altitude. It comes into close contact with the capillary nerves of the original seed. It is like turning on a mysterious switch - or like a naughty child suddenly facing the enemy. It tickles the sleeping beast.

The original seed gradually became active, and it began to move over the mountains and earth, searching for uninvited guests in the strata.

The seven lightning stars were originally used as wet parts of deep hole detection equipment (organic components made of living organisms). They could not withstand the interference of spiritual pressure deep underground. From the relatively stable lightning star form, they gradually collapsed and cracked into incarnations. Butterfly body.

Argentine substances and biological gels, these protective equipment cannot protect the Lightning Star. For Fickwood Abby, this is also the fragile side of living organisms, and it is a technical difficulty that he cannot currently overcome. We can only try again and again, and try again and again, hoping that these fish-men can face the spiritual pressure of Mother Gaia, change into fish and dragon under the strong pressure, and find courage in the madness.

Yingzhou No. 2 and Fangzhang No. 3 are placed in the core area of ​​the Aizong Mausoleum tomb complex. Their mechanical configuration and personnel grouping are exactly the same as Penglai No. 1. In theory, their drilling depth and mechanical design life can meet Fike's requirements. Wood's scientific research requirements - as long as he drills through the earth's strata at an altitude of 30,000 meters and overcomes the obstruction of the Moho surface, Mr. Fickwood can truly see the main limbs of Gaia's mother. Rather than wandering around in these soft and delicate ciliated areas.

"Grandma Di is awake! Hey! Arhat! Grandma Di is awake!" the farmer said excitedly, "Arhat! Do you feel it?"

At the moment when the Penglai No. 1 mission failed, Jiang Xueming felt a familiar psychic tide——

——It is very much like the prelude to the butterfly incarnation ceremony. There is a vicious and chaotic idea deep in the ground, like a violent torrent bursting out of the embankment by opening the floodgates.

Even if the male owner of the farm has no inspiration and spiritual vision, these ordinary people can still make judgments by the itching sensation on their skin. The concentration of spiritual disasters in the area is steadily increasing. The Vita brand will gradually creep into the bodies of these ordinary people, and it may not be necessary. How long, in another twenty hours, they will become the food of crazy butterflies.

Jiang Xueming thought hard and couldn't figure out why Haoshou Tianzun wanted to do these things at this juncture.

In the past, when the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult summoned the incarnation butterfly, most of the cases were to end the fight with Guangling, or to make a solid city miserable for the people when digging a new zero site, and to degrade the entire city hub - making it Falling into isolation.

Over time, these areas where the concentration of spiritual disasters exceeded the standard began to spread infectious diseases, and they had to take measures of isolation and isolation. When the incarnation butterfly returned deeper into the stratum and returned to the arms of Mother Gaia, it was the turn of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult to appear. Act out a drama of salvation by the Holy Religion.

Xueming has already learned Haoshou Tianzun's real name from the farmer's mouth - Fickwood Abby.

He leaned against the door, searching for the name in his brain, and finally recalled some vague memories.

This was the leader of a sect that occupied District 77 in the early years. At that time, Fickwood used the name "Lord of Reincarnation" to walk around the north, collecting blood sacrifices to develop the sect offline. It seemed that he was doing research on the original seed and wanted to Engage in various psychic technologies.

Now Laodeng has changed his appearance and changed his title of "Tianzun". It turns out that he is Judah's life-protecting feather.

"Arhat! Tianzun must have seen Grandma Earth!" The farmer's mental state was worrying, a strange red glow appeared on his face, and he entered a strange state where his blood was surging and his heart rate was accelerating: "Go and have a look! There is good news. Just send it back as soon as possible!”

Jiang Xueming remained silent and nodded slightly. He saw the little daughter of the farmer's family. The same was true for the little girl. She cuddled up to her father and her fingers began to swell. This was a sign of high blood pressure. The poor spiritual pressure environment caused a series of abnormalities similar to stress reactions in the girl's body.

Her finger joints swelled, and tissue fluid began to accumulate in the joint cavity sac. Although this phenomenon did not cause pain or discomfort, within a few days, when the Vita brand broke out, edema would occur all over her body, and she would be far away from it. Festering sores will also begin to appear on the four ends of the hands and feet of the heart.

Xueming has seen this kind of "harbinger" countless times. To say that the mild patient among them has to be his sister, Jiang Bailu.

When Bai Lu first suffered from Vita Mark, Father Sun took care of her. Although Vita Mark oppressed her optic nerve, controlled her intraocular pressure, and made her photophobic, natural sunlight can kill part of the virus.

For the common people in Aizong Mausoleum, it is not good news that the earthly grandmother turns over.

If the concentration of spiritual disasters continues to rise and the source of the disaster cannot be controlled, the abode of the immortals who originally lived and worked in peace and contentment will turn into a hell of red butterflies.

"Take this." Jiang Xueming quickly took out a jar of sugar pills from his luggage.

The outer packaging of this candy pill still has the Fairy Tale Kingdom trademark. It is a snack used by Flavia to take care of the people in the disaster area. It has the effect of resisting spiritual disasters and spiritual pressure, especially for children who have not yet grown up. It can significantly reduce the symptoms of Vita Brand.

"Ah" the little girl was holding the plastic can, her mouth was big and she didn't know what to say.

The farmer immediately shouted: "Thank you, Arhat!"

The girl finally came to her senses: "Thank you Arhat!"

When he heard this sentence, Xueming had already walked far away. He walked along the terraces toward the podium of the complex, saying hello to everyone he met and asking for directions to determine the location of Fickwood Abby.

When the villagers in the Aizong Mausoleum area saw this black-robed monk, they all performed Buddhist rituals and showed a cordial and friendly attitude. Haoshou Tianzun and Lingguang Buddha protected them together, so they naturally had a good impression of the monks passing by.

Walking two kilometers further on the dirt road towards the complex, Xueming saw a sentry box and a section of asphalt road.

As the highway continues to extend inside, you can see the Tiangong built of reinforced concrete. The tall gatehouse used to receive guests is the Kaiwu Hall built by the Chabon court, and the Tangjiao vault-shaped building of the Ministry of Works Supervisor's Mansion. Apart from these, they are all flat-roofed buildings with modern designs.

There were many murlocs wearing armor and armed with iron guns guarding the sentry post. When they saw Jiang Xueming coming towards the complex, one of the patrol leaders shouted——

"——What are you doing?! Monk?!"

Jiang Xueming responded: "I am a disciple of Lingguang Buddha. Buddha left in a hurry and left something in the Tiangong courtyard. He asked me to come back and pick it up."

The fishman soldiers were hesitant, communicated privately with the ordering soldiers at the outpost, and used the elixir to send letters to the complex to inquire.

On the other side, Fickwood is focused on the Yingzhou-2 detection mission.

When he received this call, Fickwood couldn't understand the monk's purpose at first, until the fishman guard talked about Jiang Xueming's attire.

Fickwood picked up the photos and compared them, and felt that the sky was about to fall——

——Death may come in the next few days, but I didn’t expect it to come so soon.

He shakily put down the Chaos Egg, changed into decent clothes, walked out of the podium of the complex, and stopped the warm-up process.

He walked very slowly on this road, and he began to think wildly, maybe Judas had been poisoned by the gunsmith, and was killed by the god of death before he could get out of the scope of Aizong's Mausoleum.

He started brainstorming just to continue to advance the experimental plan. If there was a fight within the complex, the consequences would be disastrous and all his hard work would be in vain.

When they arrived at Kaiwu Pavilion, Mr. Fickwood saw Jiang Xueming holding his mobile phone, taking photos and videos all over the hall.

Lord Feather tensed up and asked stammeringly.

"You're still here?"

Jiang Xueming didn't look back and took one photo after another in the exhibition area in the Kaiwu Pavilion.

"you remember me?"

These exhibition areas display Fickwood's scientific research results, including the proper classification of the essence of Homo sapiens, the process standards for proper classification from slaughtering to cutting, impurity removal, and amber specimens of the products of the blessed blood.

There is a tall fish-man that has been sealed with resin materials and turned into the most spectacular exhibit in the Kaiwu Pavilion.

"Of course I remember." Fickwood didn't dare to look directly at the man: "When I got the news of your death, I was the first one to question it, and I might be the last one."

"Judas is dead." Jiang Xueming cut to the photo album: "The death certificate is here."

He glanced at Fickwood. Judas's golden face had turned into scrap metal, and the official dirt road outside the boundary monument of Aizong's Mausoleum left a bombing zone of arrows.

"It's not that simple." Fickwood saw the content on the phone clearly. He knew the contents of the deal between FF and Judas, and also knew the power of [Heavenly Grant], so he immediately said: "He won't die that easily."

When the gunsmith heard this, he immediately became energetic——

"——Elaborate."

Mr. Fickwood led the gunsmith to the side of the hall, hoping to give Death a chair.

The gunsmith didn't sit down, he wasn't about to let his guard down - sitting down was the act of giving up his guard, giving up on the first turn.

Fickwood: "Gunsmith, you didn't kill me right away."

Gunsmith: "Hmm."

Fickwood: "Because there are tens of thousands of ordinary people outside the complex, and they say good things for me."

Gunsmith: "Hmm."

Fickwood: "So I can still stand here and still breathe, right?"

"No, judging from the exhibition area of ​​the main hall, each of these human flesh-making equipment is enough to kill you several times." Xueming shook his head: "For example, this one."

He tapped the screen of his phone lightly, his nails hitting some delicate machine.

"The hair removal and skinning machine is so sophisticated. As long as it is an adult's body and is transported to this peeling machine via a conveyor belt, it can get a clean human body with blood, fur, and connective tissue removed in just a few minutes. men and women."

"You also thoughtfully made a children's version, suitable for children aged eight to thirteen."

"The knife head used to collect blood in the exhibition cabinet has been upgraded three times. It was a saw blade at first. Later, your team found the femoral artery and changed it to a bone drill. The collection vessel also changed from an ordinary separatory funnel to an automatic The siphon effect, the negative pressure hose that increases the speed of blood pumping through the femoral artery—these are amazing talents that fill me with horror and anger.”

Jiang Xueming found a multifunctional saber from Fickwood's work clothes.

He shaved off his beard and was sentenced to death.

"You're dead, old man. I can say a few words to you only because..."

"There are still eight Kuai Dao brothers trapped in your soul power, trapped in a gap in time and space, right?"

The ability of [Survival Path] has been seen through by the gunsmith. Fickwood nodded: "You are really insightful - even if you are not attacked by [Mobius]'s soul power, you can still see through its working principle."

The gunsmith had encountered countless red morphos in his life, and they all possessed amazing soul power talents.

"Back to what I said just now, I came to you for two things." Jiang Xueming showed the photo: "The first thing is to release the brothers of the Quick Blade Scout Team."

Fickwood did not reply immediately. He deliberately kept these hostages to negotiate terms.

Jiang Xueming talked about the second thing: "You are studying the original seed? Right? This is the second thing I want to question, I advise you to give up."

"No." Fikewood's attitude became tough, and his expression gradually became fierce: "Gunsmith."

"Why? Why do you want to stop me?"

"This has nothing to do with you, and it has nothing to do with Aohen Mingde."

"It has nothing to do with your just cause of hunting down Judas."

"You are a soldier, you must obey military discipline, and your mission is to kill Judas."

Jiang Xueming: "Don't you want to talk?"

"No, no, no." Fikewood suddenly felt the cold chill -

- It was too simple for the gunsmith to destroy his guards and blow up his complex.

Jiang Xueming sighed: "I heard you being praised by the merchants around the Ai Zong Mausoleum and in the mouths of the merchants in the Baibei Port area."

He took out a cigarette box, threw one to Fikewood, and then lit it himself, and handed over the kerosene lighter.

"A murderer, an ogre, a demon who is anti-human to the core, how dare you accept the worship of these mortals?"

Feckwood sneered: "Hehe, moral and legal criticism is useless to me, gunsmith. When the Cinder King swallowed human flesh, no one accused them of being immoral - after they held the ascension ceremony, those who tried every means to attack the Cinder King became lawless lunatics."

Jiang Xueming didn't intend to reason, Feckwood was completely crazy. He wanted to talk about something that would actually happen.

"Your drilling project has awakened the original seed. Before long, this place will become a dead city."

Fickwood: "I only have this one chance."

Jiang Xueming: "Not to mention how many lives these scientific research activities have consumed, it doesn't matter even if all your believers die?"

Fickwood lowered his head: "I have been prepared for a long time. As long as I can drill through the Moho surface, everything is worth it."

"Why? Is it so important?" Jiang Xueming didn't understand: "The original boss banned people from contacting the original seed in order to prevent this from happening. There is no benefit in digging down - too much effort, too little reward."

Not only is there the spiritual disaster pollution of the incarnation butterfly, but there are also well-known ancient legends in Shambhala about the consequences of opening the door to hell.

As early as when the goddess Io was still a weak "moon", all kinds of monsters would run out from the depths of the underground rifts. They did not distinguish between good and bad people, regardless of morality and good and evil - they would only take away countless lives and spread plague and famine.

Psychics who come into contact with the Primordial Seed usually have no good ending, even the famous patriarchs and popes of the Mad Butterfly Saint Church, as long as they can't think straight, their intelligence suddenly drops offline and they want to study this thing and have close contact with Mother Gaia - at the very least, they will go crazy, and at the worst, they will turn into a piece of rotten meat of the Incarnation Butterfly on the spot.

"Because." Fickwood was hoping for the best, and blew a smoke ring out of the hall. He put his other hand behind his back, ready to take a photo of the gunsmith: "I first studied the Dagda's Cauldron with Pellerini."

"The psychic circuit of this Holy Grail is more like a set of symbols - with twelve pyroxenes as command symbols, it outputs psychic energy through abundant elements to fulfill wishes."

"After the phased tasks of the Dagda's Cauldron project are completed, I will devote myself to the work of digging deep into the earth's core."

"A truth about the earth itself is about to be confirmed. The most powerful life outside the Moho is the giants."

"They can use some of the power of basic elements, such as wind, fire, earth and ice, water and electromagnetic force."

"If the runes are regarded as the command symbols of a computer, then the one controlled by the command is the earth itself. This is the language of Mother Gaia, and it is the switch it uses to control environmental changes, adjust geomagnetism, and adjust temperature. It is Gaia. The tool used by Mother Asia to select life, eliminate life, and create life. "

"The outline of the earth will reflect the basic form of Gaia."

"Point Nemo, the farthest from the land. It is located at 48 degrees south latitude and 123 degrees west longitude in the Pacific Ocean."

"The farthest place from the ocean in the world is in the western desert of Kazakhstan. It is also the drilling point I chose last time. It is the other pole of Point Nemo."

"I prefer to believe that the iron-nickel core of the earth is not a rolling and rotating spherical material. It keeps moving back and forth between these two poles. The lava drives them to and from various areas of the mantle and core, and keeps flowing, forming the neural limbs of Mother Gaia, creating underground volcanic activities, and evolving countless neural cilia."

"It determines the geographical location between the oceans and continents, determines the lifestyle of every Homo sapiens, determines the territory of each country, determines the national borders, language, culture, and even human civilization itself. "

"We have seen most of the derivatives of neurocilia, such as the incarnation butterfly that is used to press the death switch to quickly return the living body to the form of Luca (the starting point of life), such as various hell monsters, which live in In the Nine Hells, they live in deeper strata and survive in an extremely unstable state in an environment of abnormal geomagnetic energy."

"I think."

Fickwood dropped the cigarette butt.

"Like Philipps Aurelius d'Ovrast Bombast von Hohenheim."

"The portrait hanging in front of the gatehouse in the special tea room, he stole the philosopher's stone from the gods and taught Ao Mingde how to use the philosopher's stone to help people overcome difficulties - the same is true of the career I am doing. "

"I want to unveil the Rune Spell and the Original Seed, making mysterious things no longer mysterious, and making this magical power ordinary."

"Let it change from a divine spell, to chemistry, to medicine, to a physical phenomenon that can be mastered."

"As long as I dig through 30,000 meters and get over the Moho barrier, someone can follow my method and continue to dig through 35,000 meters, dig through 40,000 meters, and dig to the other side of the earth 10,000 kilometers away. side."

"If you think of Gaia as a supercomputer, and its nerve cilia are like a set of command symbols, then the central limbs under the Moho are the hard drive for storing and transforming spiritual bodies, including your dreamland - Gunsmith, you Don’t you want to find out what it is? Don’t you want to go down and see it for yourself?”

"Don't you want to know your own talisman? Are you willing to live in ignorance for the rest of your life?"

"As long as you can drill through it, analyze it, recognize it, and study it."

"From the past to the present, all souls and all spiritual mysteries that started from the Big Bang of life will gradually be revealed, and the true face of history will be gradually restored. Life itself is the best witness of time - the ultimate answer to human pursuits is also at our feet. "

Fickwood was about to launch a sneak attack, so he suddenly took out his Polaroid——

——The gunsmith drew his gun and fired without any hesitation.

Three bullets shattered the Polaroid and Fickwood's fingers at the same time. This cunning old man also wanted to seal the gunsmith into [Mobius].

As a result, the glossy photos turned into debris all over the floor before they were spit out.

Fickwood had two broken fingers. He gritted his teeth and covered the wound. Unable to take out the second camera, he shouted loudly: "Come here! Guards! Come on!"

The gunsmith did not reload Jingguang, and there were still eighteen bullets left.

He took out Divana from his robe, maintained high alert, and pointed his long gun at the narrow corner of the hall door.

According to the principle of near and far, anyone who steps into the door must first be exposed to the gunsmith's sight.

He was very calm, no matter how crazy the old man was and how he called for help——

——Four murloc pioneers came in. They stood in a row to eat bullets. As soon as their heads crossed the threshold, they turned into broken watermelons.

He bit Jingguang's sleeve and used his free hand to change Diwana's magazine. During this period, Fenfang Huanmeng poked his head out, took the main body's secondary weapon and changed the magazine simultaneously.

Fickwood wanted to run out, but as soon as he took a step forward, his knee flew onto the amber statue in the display case, and the meniscus was shattered.

Two more giant units came in, both of them were strong men close to three and a half meters tall. Their faces were tattooed with the marks of Arahant Vajra's Angry Eyes of Flames and Thunder granted by the Emmanuel Buddha. They didn't react when they saw the gun-wielding monk in the main hall.

Fenxiang Huanmeng, with quick eyes and quick hands, took out Chenjing No. 1 from the main body's luggage bag——

——The arrow blasted into the eye socket of the son of the giant. It first went a few inches toward the soft optic nerve area, and then exploded into a ball of pink mist.

Fickwood was almost frightened to death - a gunsmith with a weapon in his hand was too scary.

Tiangongyuan relies on these blood-giving monsters and giant king kongs to roam the southeastern region. Whether it is mountain spirits, wild monsters or local warlords, they have to give Tiangongyuan some trouble. But in just one minute, the nameless Night Demon killed eight more elite soldiers.

He struggled, trying to crawl to the body to get the Polaroid.

Jiang Xueming had no intention of changing the gun line, but only gave a verbal warning.

"Don't do it, Fickwood. You'll regret it."

Fickwood was not obedient——

——He didn’t even listen to Judas’ words. He was so stubborn.

When he touched the Polaroid, he immediately pointed it at the gunsmith and clicked the shutter. As a result, before the photo was developed, there were four more bullet holes in his chest, and the dark gloss photo turned into a ball of burnt and smelly paper scraps.

The old man was beaten with rifle bullets until his body was shaken and bleeding all over the floor. He was rolling in the magnificent hall, struggling and wailing on the floor.

As the photo paste gradually developed, some blurry images were displayed among the shredded paper. The gunsmith quickly retreated. He was sent back to the previous studio, back to Teacher Su Ling, and back to the road beyond the boundary monument.

Fickwood was in shock——

——He looked at the photos that were burned to ashes. These things could not trap Death in [Mobius].

Ten minutes later, he finally understood the meaning of that sentence.

"You'll regret it, Fickwood."

The gunsmith was covered in blood and came back to kill him. This time he didn't hold back——

——The human head made of braided hair rolled in front of Fickwood.

Counting from the outside of the complex, there are six sentries in total, and the heads of sixteen soldiers are here.

They died with their eyes open, their heads pierced by bullets, and then Feng Fang Huan Meng quickly cut off the heads, woven them into a string of beads and threw them in front of Fickwood.

"Go on. I turned on the recording on my phone, and now you have to say it again."

The cloth shoes stained with animal blood stepped over the threshold and kicked away the corpse of the giant's son. The shadow of death blocked part of the sunlight, so that Fickwood's stiff body no longer emitted the stench of burning.

Fickwood Abby finally came back to her senses, and regained a shred of sanity amidst the burning pain.

"I"

"I have nothing more to say gunsmith"

Jiang Xueming threw another cigarette and said: "Violence will only breed violence. If you want to use violence against me, that happens to be what I am best at - if you finish speaking, I am ready to ask the next question."

Fickwood covered his knees. There were several bloody holes in his vest, and they were gradually healing.

"You ask"

Jiang Xueming threw away the kerosene lighter impatiently.

"Now I know, you are doing research here, and you must realize your scientific research ideals at all costs. You want to become a religious idol like King Xin - let people worship the spiritual religion you founded."

"My comrades are still in your hands. I'm not sure if I can subdue you using the power of fragrant dreams. It's too weak. Maybe hypnotizing you will also put me in a state of death."

Fenfang Huanmeng raised her head: "Are you scolding me again?!"

Jiang Xueming ignored Hunwei——

"——You have the stubbornness of non-violence and non-cooperation, and your eyes show the stupidity of someone who has never been beaten by an anonymous soldier."

"Judging from the engine mechanism of your soul power, I can at least destroy this negative before Mobius takes full effect."

"Now let's talk about the last question. Just now you said that Judas' death was not that simple."

Fickwood looked confused and seemed to be hiding something secret.

Jiang Xueming said it directly and did not intend to beat around the bush.

"You have hostages, and similarly, I also have hostages. If you continue to hesitate, you and your scientific research complex covered in human blood and human flesh will have to leave first."

"Tell me, is he really dead? How can I kill him completely?"

Fickwood still didn't dare to tell the truth——

——This is related to the secret of the goddess Io, and also the true identity of Faye Florsalin.

He also had the illusion that if he died here, Judas could say a few good words to the goddess Io, and Io would activate [Heavenly Grant] and use the incarnation of FF to bring another Fickwood Abby from the parallel universe. Able to resurrect him in this way.

"Aren't you going to speak? Fickwood?" The gunsmith turned his gun and pointed at the big amber: "How about starting with your specimen?"

"Don't! Don't, don't, don't! Don't!~" Fickwood immediately became anxious. What he cared about most was these treasures——

"——I said, I said, I said, don't waste them anymore."