Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 781 Chapter 594: Getting rich?

The moment his fingertips touched the light curtain, the light curtain flickered slightly, and then rippled and spread like water, allowing Zhang Deming's fingers to penetrate through.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Deming was overjoyed. It seemed that it was just as he had guessed. Whether it was the orthodox "Hidden Dragon Notes" or the Hive Lord, they all had authority.

While thinking, Zhang Deming no longer hesitated and passed directly through the light curtain.

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After passing through the light curtain, Zhang Deming came to the research area. He found that compared with the previous Quanshan Swarm Research Laboratory, the Wufang Research Laboratory was obviously more professional, and the configuration was more luxurious.

The layout here is generally the same as that of the Quanshan Research Laboratory. The first floor he entered is a single-room laboratory.

But the difference is that the research rooms are not all of the same style as before, nor are they transparent cubicles like glass rooms.

Surrounded by spaceship secret rooms full of sci-fi feel, each research room has its own characteristics, and many rooms have living body culture tanks as tall as a person.

There are bodies soaked in either clear or turbid liquid. There are people, half-demon demi-humans, monsters, aberrant creatures, weird plants, all kinds of things.

Some specimens, or research targets, have been soaked in liquid for who knows how many years, and their muscles still seem to be discharged and twitching slightly.

It wasn't until he saw this that Zhang Deming felt like he had entered a real biological research laboratory, which was a bit eerie and scary.

What makes Zhang Deming frown is that this is also the same as the Quanshan Swarm Research Laboratory. Zhang Deming searched several research laboratories, but found no precious materials.

I don't know if it was a long time ago, because the research institute suddenly disappeared, and there was no special environment for sealing it, so it turned into a spiritual light, or it was collected by the researcher at the last time as before.

Zhang Deming stopped and walked, checking many rooms along the way. After a long time, he finally found the stairs to the second underground floor and floated to the second floor.

The moment he passed through the second floor, Zhang Deming noticed a sudden change in style. If the first layer above looks like a terrifying scientific research ghost, then the second layer looks like an ancient cemetery, with most of the science fiction elements disappearing and arriving at the set of the Immortal Tomb.

Runes are shining everywhere, and each room no longer has the metallic texture of a spaceship, but a special stone house, with a strong sense of age as a whole.

"So there's a control group? Is the consciousness so advanced?"

After Zhang Deming roughly browsed a few rooms, he understood the situation a little bit. Unlike the Guanshan Laboratory, the Wufang Laboratory was indeed more professional and more complete.

The first and second floors are obviously research on technology and mysterious control groups, because he found that the two floors are starting from two directions and studying roughly the same things for comparison, probably to see which one is more suitable and has better results.

And this comparison is not just one or two rooms, but an entire floor!

This was only roughly discovered by Zhang Deming after visiting several rooms, because most of the research on the rooms on the second floor corresponded to those on the first floor.

Apart from this, after finding nothing else, Zhang Deming found the passage again based on experience and entered the third floor.

The architectural style once again became similar to the first floor, becoming a science fiction-style spaceship layout, but there were obvious changes in the research room. The research room on the first floor conducts very complex research. It studies almost everything as long as it is biological.

And here, poisonous insects have begun to be cultivated in a targeted manner, and they all look like larvae? In other words, it has been refined and directed to a certain period or a certain function of studying poisonous insects.

Because there were no materials or personnel in the entire research room, Zhang Deming could only make rough guesses based on some remaining traces.

At the same time, he did not stop because of this. He entered the fourth level. This level was the same as the second level. It was also the control group of the third level, a direction of technology and a direction of mysterious gods.

Therefore, he did not stay. When Zhang Deming passed through the entrance of the fourth floor again and entered the fifth floor, his whole body froze.

"Uh... Huh... Breathe..."

The moment he passed through the light curtain, Zhang Deming seemed to have entered high-pressure water or some strange viscous liquid, and at the same time, a mouthful of extremely rich spiritual power was sucked into his body. The spiritual power was so strong that even with his current level of cultivation, he almost couldn't take a breath and passed away drunk.

"What the hell? Why is there such a strong spiritual environment?"

He had always thought it was a joke to be able to make Liuhe become a drunken spirit, but he never thought that he could actually see it now!

Looking at the white surroundings, it's all spiritual power, no, it's all spiritual water, no, it's all spiritual ointment! The milky white liquid was pure and thick as paste, making it very difficult for him to move. Zhang Deming was completely confused.

Zhang Deming is not the inexperienced Tuqiuba who came out of Xiaoqingshan. It is not like he has never seen spiritual power liquefy. After all, he has been in the reserve pool, and he has seen the spiritual power being concentrated to the point where it crystallizes.

But this was the first time he had seen such a powerful high-pressure spiritual ointment. You know, in his perception, the concentration of spiritual power here is completely stronger than anything he has ever seen.

At this concentration, spiritual power crystals should have formed long ago, and even over thousands of years, crystallized mines will form. The environment is sufficient, and even spiritual crystals can be born.

But no, the spiritual power here stopped in the liquid stage after it was liquefied, and as the concentration continued to increase, the strength of the spiritual power continued to increase, turning into the milky white paste it is today.

Such a concentration should have solidified and crystallized long ago, but it turned into a strange high-pressure paste. It was obviously special treatment that prevented its crystallization.

‘Is this to completely cut off all the spiritual veins in the entire Floating Island Continent, import them here, and then accumulate them over countless years? '

‘How much spiritual power does this...make you rich! ! ! '

Looking at the white surroundings filled with his own spiritual liquid, Zhang Deming's eyes almost turned into money heart symbols. At this moment, all he could see was the milky white spiritual liquid!

Immediately afterwards, he subconsciously started the automatic operation of the script in an attempt to absorb spiritual power.

"Uh...ahem..."

But as soon as he started, Zhang Deming froze again, his face turned red instantly, and he decisively turned off the script.

Without it, the concentration of spiritual power here was already terrifyingly high, and the spiritual pressure was too strong. If he stayed like this, he wouldn't be able to stay for long, let alone practice.

The moment he just started to exercise his skills, external spiritual energy poured in on him like a flood. If it weren't for the script's strong control over his body, he probably wouldn't be able to stop the exercise anymore, and would even start running at overspeed until he burst himself!

After a long time, Zhang Deming regained his breath and looked at the milky white liquid around him with lingering fear. He had never been so happy and troubled.

What's even more embarrassing is that it seems, seems, probably, maybe, that he has never refined any artifact related to spiritual power storage?

Isn't this nonsense? Why would a poor guy licking ashes and refining this kind of Law Weapon be allowed to sit in a warehouse to eat ashes when there is no order?

Looking at the milky white spiritual power around him, Zhang Deming was blinded for a moment, and his expression changed as he entered the real space of the spiritual cultivation space.

The entire space is very large, with a space of 100,000 cubic meters, and most of the whisperer gatherings have been moved to a specially built complex in front of the Zhang Family Temple, so there is plenty of space.

Zhang Deming moved his mind slightly and moved more than half of the planned area to the unused space, completely disconnecting it from other areas and turning it into a spherical space.

Then Zhang Deming exited the spirit-nurturing space again, and with some anxiety, he struggled to open a small space door.

"Boom..."

The moment the space vortex appeared, Zhang Deming seemed to hear the roar of a rushing waterfall. The huge difference in spiritual pressure caused the spiritual liquid to shoot into the spirit-nurturing space like a high-pressure water gun.

However, there is no special environment in space that allows these spiritual liquids to remain in this strange paste state.

Therefore, the moment the high-pressure spiritual liquid entered the space, it turned into crystals and fell into the space. From the space, it looks like there is a crystal fountain, constantly spraying spiritual power crystals. Such a picture makes Zhang Deming very excited.

Because the space is very empty at the moment, the liquid loses its special restraint the moment it enters, because the high pressure turns into crystals, and then because of the rapid decrease in spiritual pressure, it quickly disintegrates and turns into mist floating throughout the space.

However, the speed of this disintegration is not as fast as the speed of crystal spraying, and as the spiritual liquid penetrates, the speed of this disintegration continues to decrease until it completely stops.

What's funny is that after the volume of a drop of water turned into spiritual power crystal, not only did it not shrink, but it actually increased by about three times. You can imagine what the concentration and pressure of these liquids are.

It's no wonder that he became drunk. If his cultivation level was a little lower, he would probably be poisoned to death by spiritual power!

If that were to happen, he would probably have set another precedent for Hongmeng's method of death!

Outside the space, Zhang Deming was not relaxed at this moment. After opening the space vortex, as the spiritual fluid sprayed in at high speed, a strong spiritual pressure difference was formed, and the vortex was expanded uncontrollably. Even if Zhang Deming tried his best to suppress it, he could not escape. growing slowly.

The only thing that made him feel relieved was that although the paste-like spiritual liquid around him did not decrease at all, the concentration of spiritual energy was decreasing rapidly.

From a purely viscous milky white liquid like a paste, it gradually became thinner and thinner, making it no longer difficult for him to move his hands and feet.

Judging from the speed of the spiritual energy penetrating into the space and the speed at which the surrounding concentration decreases, although the concentration here is very dense, the place should not be large.

At least five or six times smaller than the above 40%, or in other words, there is only one area for such a spiritual environment. Therefore, even if this space channel continues to grow, there will be no problem.

Just like that, Zhang Deming maintained the space channel with all his strength, and as the spiritual power continued to pour in, the concentration of the surrounding spiritual power decreased rapidly.

After a long time, the surroundings completely changed from a paste to a liquid, and the great pressure on him disappeared. He finally no longer had to be cautious in his actions, for fear that spiritual power would accidentally enter his body and burst.

At the same time, as the spiritual energy environment completely turned into a liquid state, Zhang Deming's expression changed, and he felt that there seemed to be some strange fluctuations coming from the depths of the spiritual liquid. He hesitated for a moment, maintained the space channel, and swam forward.

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While wandering around, Zhang Deming discovered that the fifth floor was the only one that was very similar to the structure of the Quanshan Research Laboratory. In terms of layout and size, it seemed to be similar to the third floor of the Quanshan Research Laboratory. It was obviously a private research laboratory.

The only difference is that it doesn't look like one person is researching here, it should be four people working together.

Zhang Deming carefully swam forward for a moment and came to the central area of ​​the fifth floor. A building that was either a room or a cultivation tank appeared in front of him.

In front of Zhang Deming, there was a huge circular building with a radius of about ten meters. It was completely transparent, like a culture tank made of glass cylinders. The inside was milky white at the moment.

However, the cylinder is very high, and it is directly connected to the ceiling of the fifth floor. On the ceiling, the center where countless runes gather is here.

It was clearly felt that after the spiritual power from all over was gathered, it was all sent into this cylinder.

There are several one-way exhaust ports at the bottom corner of the cylinder, which are rapidly discharging spiritual energy outwards, causing the milky white paste liquid in the cylinder to continue to dilute.

Judging from this situation, Zhang Deming can roughly guess that the formation process of the spiritual environment of the entire laboratory has begun.

It should be that when the gap between the internal spiritual power of the cylinder and the external spiritual power reaches a certain level, the spiritual power will be discharged through these strange one-way exhaust ports. After reaching a certain level, it will stop again.

Until the spiritual power accumulates to a certain level, repeat this process again.

As for why he did this, Zhang Deming doesn't know the specifics, but there are many speculations. For example, if the pressure difference is too large, the entire cylindrical building will collapse, to protect the entire cylinder from exploding, and other reasons.

Because it can be clearly seen at this moment that the entire cylinder is milky white, and it seems that the spiritual energy inside is thicker than the spiritual environment that Zhang Deming felt when he came in just now. The pressure difference between the spiritual energy inside and outside the cylinder has reached an astonishing level. Degree.

At this moment, several exhaust ports are rapidly emitting a milky white paste-like liquid, making the paste in the cylinder continuously clear.

The weak fluctuations came from it, as if the violent spiritual energy discharge inside suddenly diluted the spiritual energy environment in the cylinder quickly, awakening the creatures inside, or causing something inside to become inappropriate.

However, because the spiritual power inside the cylinder was originally an order of magnitude higher than the outside, it has just begun to be discharged again, even though all the discharge ports are being discharged.

At the moment, the inside is still milky white, a vast expanse of whiteness, and nothing can be seen. And the glass-like array light curtain cut off Zhang Deming's perception and all detection methods.

Therefore, Zhang Deming came to the cylindrical building, felt the weak fluctuations inside, frowned, and stopped in place, without rashly trying to touch and enter.

Even though not long after this fluctuation appeared, the honeycomb on the shoulder began to become active, and even echoed it from a distance, which gave Zhang Deming some speculation, but he did not act rashly.

(End of chapter)