My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

The so-called chip, from silicon.

Silicon is abundant in the earth, which is sand and stone.

High-purity polysilicon can be obtained by physical purification without chemical reaction.

The snail shell is formed by swallowing soil or gnawing on limestone... Now it is worth trying to let the snail eat sand instead of supplementing the snail shell.

"The purity of silicon needs to be 99.9%, and the ability to biologically purify minerals, needless to say... The trace elements in our body are not obtained casually."

"And a top-notch chip is only the size of a fingernail, with several kilometers of wires and tens of millions of transistors on it, which can be described as the most precise engraving technique in the world."

"However, the precision of every cell produced by biology exceeds the sum of 10,000 chips...just one of the DNA sequences is enough."

Regarding precision, there is no problem either.

Life is a miracle of "precision carving".

In short, Uddu, the originator of the snails, has come out, if he can't succeed...

Then there is really no way.

"Building Huaxia core starts from me."

Fu Qingjun felt that the potential of his hair was endless, and the snail chip was also possible.

The night passed, and during the banquet of gods and demons, Udulla was inspired to fight and was very passionate.

And her transformation is actually a single content: changing the material of the snail shell.

Soon, there was some progress.

"I caught the vein!" she exclaimed.

...

The next morning, Fu Qingjun still got up and stretched himself.

Cool! !

A smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

In two days, Ant Wine took shape!

three days

The watch assembly line takes shape!

In half a month, start making your own chips!

It's only been a few months, and these three assembly lines are clearly ancient, medieval, and modern. How can they be so powerful?

In the blink of an eye, the history of human development was completed.

"If it's normal, if I go on like this for two months, it's going to end soon, right?"

He smiled somewhat smugly.

Get up and brush your teeth, put on your black silk muscles, put on your clothes, and put on your high-soled shoes.

Crash!

The whole person gradually swelled and swelled, and instantly turned into a tall, mighty and handsome young man.

Every time he saw those and TV series, he felt outrageous.

The protagonist in it has the ability but has not yet developed, so he goes around and provokes enemies, pretends to be aggressive, and doesn't know how to go out of the mountain until he has achieved great success.

They even dragged the rhythm in various ways. They could obviously have a better way to take off instantly, but they turned a blind eye, fished frantically, and took detours everywhere.

"Sure enough, it's not logical at all. The real person in my reality is just different."

Fu Qingjun stretched his waist, complained, walked out of the door with a serious face, and went out to have breakfast, "Theoretically speaking, manufacturing chips is the fastest development for me so far, and the possibility of instant take-off."

The chip is the core.

The entire modern high-tech human empire stands on chips, that is, integrated circuits.

The snail is just a try...

If it succeeds, it may be based on the 5,000-year scientific foundation of human beings, and some kind of... mechanical wizard civilization that will be subverted in an instant will be born.

The degree of development of this civilization far exceeds that of primitive tribes!

After all, let alone the era of the Jiaxia tribe, the civilization of witches is also extremely primitive and bloody, with no technical content at all, just crazy life, life, life...Using racial advantages to mutate species, the survival of the fittest.

However, how can there be any background?

Fu Qingjun shook his head, smiled wryly and said: "Even though we are born holy, we can't have the background if we grow too young. The time is too short."

In the era of the Jiaxia tribe, there was a lot of hype, but in fact it was just a small muscle tribe in the countryside, very barbaric.

The era of witches and angels was stunned by Professor Nasika and others. In fact, although there is a modern social system brought by Qin Hong, it is just a group of ants who are madly born, born, and born. Using Darwin's theory of evolution, they are carrying out the most primitive Species optimization, survival of the fittest.

these two civilizations. There is no background.

There is almost no accumulation that belongs to them.

Can it be called "civilization"?

Fu Qingjun didn't think so.

In fact, he knows what species to create, the most valuable.

The mechanical snail will be the first real civilization with a foundation.

"If it's possible, I may surpass the original mechanical civilization of the earth soon..." Fu Qingjun raised a smile, but his expression gradually became gloomy and serious.

"But on the other side, what's going on?"

"It stands to reason that it was not the central area of ​​the nuclear explosion, and evacuation is indeed needed... But it has been so quiet, and the strange white mist has been shrouded, as if there are no living people."

Man, where did he go?

The more time passed, the more outrageous he felt.

Until now, he has had a deep sense of unknown crisis in his heart, so he has tried his best, desperately trying to find ways to enhance his strength.

Soon, Fu Qingjun got down to business and re-studied the mysterious ancient ship.

The previous parallel world tunnel was only the size of an ant, but now it is the size of a fist, and with the support of his own mental power, the tunnel is more stable.

"Put in the ancient ship again and try."

Fu Qingjun has always been obsessed with it, and now that his soul has swelled many times, he plans to try inserting the ancient ship again.

Pooh.

A strand of hair slowly pierced into it, like a wriggling blood vessel, constantly transporting a large amount of energy.

The ancient ship is like a bottomless pit, sucking everything madly.

"There is a show!"

Fu Qingjun became excited, and vaguely sensed something.

Accompanied by the constant transfer of souls, the entire ancient ship seemed to be gradually filled up by Fu Qingjun, and some abnormality appeared, and some kind of spiritual connection was established.

The whole boat gradually became transparent and penetrated into Fu Qingjun's mind.

"What's going on here? It's entered my head? I finally confessed to the Lord with a blood drop?" Fu Qingjun was startled for a few seconds.

Before he had time to hesitate, a row of information gradually appeared in front of him:

Host Realm: Fifth Realm

Time Sail: missing

Spatial anchor: locked

Immortal Ship: Idle

...

Fu Qingjun looked at the row of messages and was silent for a few seconds.

"Hahahaha! I finally sprayed it all over! It's my color!"

Fu Qingjun's head was clearly empty, and his energy was completely exhausted, but he became ecstatic, "Cut, I can only struggle for half a month, and then I was conquered!"

My own brain is not the same.

The upper limit of the blue bar in the brain has been crazily raised, is it a joke?

The Fifth Realm...

In other words, my actual soul strength has reached the fifth realm?

Although my actual cultivation base is very weak, it is not impossible!

Because my soul had already reached the fourth realm before, the inserted creatures were equivalent to the descendants of the fourth realm, the sons of gods, and only had seven times the time somatosensory trait.

Now, after eating the destruction of biological civilization in the fourth realm, he directly broke through the fifth realm!

So, can I preliminarily let this ancient ship recognize its owner?

This ancient ship is very mysterious, the minimum is the fifth realm to recognize the owner.

Fu Qingjun couldn't help complaining, "Maybe I'm the lowest fifth realm? Before, I didn't even know that I was the fourth realm's soul strength..."

But his expression became solemn, and he studied this piece of information:

"Time Sail, the function is understandable! It is the sail that was broken for Jiaxia and returned to the past!"

"The space anchor is the anchor dropped by this ship, which is used to hold another parallel world and establish a space tunnel."

As for the immortal ship, is it idle?

With a thought in Fu Qingjun's mind, he could understand the other two abilities, but this one?

Cabin?

Cabin space?

Fu Qingjun seemed to have thought of something, and silently sensed the hull, and sure enough, he found a blank space in it.

"The cabin here, I am afraid that before, I took the whole room here and stayed here for seventeen years... before sailing to this parallel universe!"

In other words, it is a place where people live.

Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, "At least there is nothing wrong with a piece of space. If I don't take a boat in it, can it be used as a space ring now? Can it store things?"

He has a very active mind.

Fu Qingjun threw a lot of hair into it, and stuffed some messy things into it, and found that it was indeed feasible.

The messy house suddenly became much cleaner.

But think about it, such a powerful ancient ship, the function of a space ring is simply commonplace.

After doing this, you can travel far.

He has never dared to leave the room too far, at best it is only a hundred meters, and the mental power can shake the hair in the room. After all, there are too many secrets in the room.

"So, can living things do it?"

Fu Qingjun thought about it, and threw an ant in.

I found that the ants stopped moving all of a sudden, like a statue.

"The ship of eternal life, that is to say, in it, time is usually static, so it is called eternal life?" Seeing this, Fu Qingjun could only guess secretly.

It's a good freezer.

At the very least, there is no need to worry about the preservation of snail noodles in the future.

"Wait, since time is still, how can I live in it for seventeen years in a 'moment'?" Fu Qingjun thought of something again.

He thought about it, and tried to inject mental power into the hull.

After all, in his understanding, there is nothing that a haircut can't solve.

Crash!

Accompanied by the injection of his own spiritual power.

The entire hull space, like a car slowly moving, began to accelerate along the track of time.

boom! !

Inside the space, that ant moved crazily, moved, crawled, and then died of old age...

Fu Qingjun's pupils dilated instantly.

Can spiritual power push time forward?

Fu Qingjun was taken aback, and tried to put the newly cultivated watch assembly line into it.

The spiritual power of the mind is slowly injected.

boom!

Time flies.

The assembly line of ants moved wildly, a large number of clocks began to be manufactured, and the clocks began to pile up rapidly.

"I'm developed!"

Fu Qingjun suddenly laughed heartily.