What is love?
Wang Jixuan couldn't help but think about this issue.
It's the sense of security that two people feel when they get along, or the slight turbulence in their hearts when they look into each other's eyes inadvertently; it's each other's fascination with this feeling, or it may just be hormonal desire. There is no doubt that he likes this. Feel.
The two embraced for the first time for a long time on the slowly rising Ferris wheel;
Riding a merry-go-round in tandem to engage in a meaningless chase that will never catch up;
There was also the grassy slope that was discovered by chance. Lingtong was lying on his leg with his pillow, and his left hand naturally covered her shoulder. He looked at the white clouds on the horizon that were like balls of cotton wool. There was no need to think about anything, and there was no need to worry about anything. Suddenly I felt that what I had been pursuing was nothing more than this.
Wang Jixuan experienced this wonderful state of mind carefully.
Lingtong's graceful figure and pretty face lingered in front of his eyes. He had fond thoughts, but they were serious desires;
There was nostalgia, it was the female nun in the mountain that he kept recalling, and it was also the charming woman who became more and more lovely in front of him.
On the transport plane back to Fortress No. 76 the next night, he had a deep feeling and enlightenment, and he meditated for a long time in his seat.
Until the transport plane landed smoothly at the surface military camp of Fortress No. 76, Wang Jixuan never turned around, with a slight smile on his lips. Mudan did not dare to disturb him and signaled the crew to quietly leave the transport plane.
She could tell at a glance that her commander had entered some kind of strange state that could not be disturbed.
Without him, Wang Jixuan was surrounded by streams of spiritual energy. Within a large area, the spiritual energy converged into streams and rivers, rushing here like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea. Mudan tilted his head slightly and took a photo with his eyeball camera. Send it to Sister Wan.
[Big Peony: Sir, it seems that you have gained something. 】
[Sister Wan: Well, Lingtong seems to have been activated. Now he is full of energy. He had already started to complain before that he could not go to the battlefield even though he was always doing these superficial and flashy jobs...a question. [Big Peony] :You said.]
[Sister Wan: Is your commander not in good health? I will get you a recipe here, and you can make him some more soup to replenish his body.] [Big Peony: (⊙_⊙)?]
[Sister Wan: As long as he stretched out his hand, my parents would be pushed down by him. For thirty hours, he was just traveling around and hugging each other! Oh my God! Isn’t he the kind of person who has to get married before having sex? Are you an ultra-traditional conservative?] [Big Peony: Is there anything wrong with being conservative? 】
[Sister Wan: It’s not good! There are too many variables! My parents just want to experience the feeling of love! She wants to dedicate everything to the cause of mankind.]
[Da Mudan: But the current situation shows that Chief Lingtong’s greatest contribution is actually making our parents care more about the D5 comprehensive theater and the human world.] [Sister Wan: Tsk, you are a bit too exaggerated about individual initiative. 】
[Big Peony: No, no, no, Sister Wan, you can ask your husband. 】
[Sister Wan: He is just a top-notch "black blower". Forget it, I won't talk to you anymore. If you don't go to fight, sir, I'm a little idle now. If you encounter any coding problems, you can knock me at any time.] [Big Peony: Thank you. You.】
Sister Wan sent a photo of Lingtong. She was adjusting the details of her military uniform in front of the mirror. After putting on a skirt, she looked more majestic and tender. Mudan treasured this photo, ready to wait until the officer was in a bad mood. Sometimes, it was revealed inadvertently.
She walked to the cabin door, turned to look at Wang Jixuan's slightly glowing figure on the seat, lowered her head and knelt down, spread out the skirt of her maid uniform, and waited quietly for Wang Jixuan to wake up. Mudan's inexplicable emotion was What's going on?
Peony knows how to pretend not to understand and asks herself. There are three thousand ways, and all of them can become immortals.
When Wang Jixuan opened his eyes, the sunlight outside the porthole was just right, and he took a faint step forward in his Tao realm. This was not the current Tao realm;
There are two levels of Taoist realm of Wang Daozhang. The first level is the Tao realm corresponding to the cultivation level in front of him, and the second level is the Mahayana Tao realm where his Mahayana remnant soul resides. Finally, at this moment, Wang Jixuan finally understood what was lacking in his Tao realm. thing.
In his previous life, he took the initiative to avoid love tribulation, so he lacked the experience of love tribulation; although love tribulation is not necessary for cultivating Taoism;
But for him, this ordeal must be experienced, otherwise his seven emotions and six desires will not be able to find a suitable fulcrum, and he will be easily taken advantage of by his inner demons during the calamity. He should be just short of this line.
Now that the Tao has been achieved, all he needs to do is to cross the world of mortals with the Taoist mind and enjoy his desires without indulging in them. Then he should be able to survive the calamity of love and pass through the gates of heaven. Wang Jixuan's Taoist heart is quite excited and he feels that Lingtong is his lucky star.
Unfortunately, his good mood did not last long before it was broken by a set of photos sent by Mudan. "Sir, this is an incident that happened seven hours ago.
"At four o'clock in Lingzhan, just three hundred kilometers away from Fortress 76, an agricultural fortress was attacked by powerful psychics. The surface military camp and the outer expansion area were completely destroyed. "I extracted the content of the relevant video, Take a look."
Wang Jixuan frowned and looked at the photo wall in front of him.
The perpetrator was a gray shadow that fell from high altitude into the military camp with a series of afterimages. It could be roughly distinguished that he was a skinny old man.
The old man's offensive method is to create a cyclone around him. The cyclone turns into a gray tornado. Then the gray tornado begins to split, two, four, eight, sixteen... covering the entire area. All attack the old man. The firepower was easily blocked by the tornado.
The psykers stationed in this fortress, like ordinary soldiers, will collapse directly if they are brushed by the gray tornado. The last photo is a three-line text composed of thousands of corpses, which can only be taken completely when viewed from the air.
This old man who can control tornadoes seems to have some evil tastes.
It reads:
[A little punishment for Fu Jian].
[Since Master No. 5 wants Black Storm, we can only reluctantly give up temporarily]. [You know nothing about power].
Wang Jixuan rubbed his eyebrows.
Mudan whispered: "The destructive power of SS-level psykers is terrifying. It seems to be a qualitative change compared to S-level psykers." "It's just average, much stronger than the awakened S-level."
Wang Jixuan shook his head:
"As long as we let the spiritual practitioners feel the crisis later, maybe an SSS-level psychic will be born."
Mudan asked: "Then, why do these SS-level people listen to the words of the six elders? They clearly know that brain chips of the same level cannot be installed on most S-level psykers. They are just for the purpose of the Psychic City.
To deal with the superficial skills we do." Wang Jixuan said: "It's very simple, the masters behind the spiritual slaves are the three spiritual practitioners, the six elders are equivalent to the housekeepers of the spiritual practitioners, and the other thugs who look after the house and the courtyard, even if
Even if you are stronger than the six elders, you can't yell at the housekeeper."
"Okay," Mudan reminded, "it's also possible that this SS class is pretending to leave, making us take it lightly, and then take the opportunity to attack again." "It doesn't matter, the mountain protection formation can be activated all the time."
Wang Jixuan took another look at the dozens of tornadoes raging between the sky and the earth.
"Give me the information on this person as soon as you have it, and sort out the information on the six elders as soon as possible." "Yes, we have almost collected it."
Wang Ji's mysterious spiritual consciousness swept everywhere and enveloped the vicinity of the fortress. He stood up, stretched, and walked towards the ramp where he had been waiting for a long time. Below the ramp, two rows of special force soldiers saluted at the same time.
Wang Jixuan nodded calmly and walked towards Wu Man and Zheng Shiduo who were waiting in front, constantly thinking about how to kill such a powerful enemy. The maid group followed quickly behind carrying a long box containing the war puppet.
"Sir," Wu Man asked, "do I need to carry out the orders issued by the commander-in-chief?"
Wang Jixuan patted Wu Man on the shoulder: "Of course I have to execute it. I'll thank you for the trouble in the future, but they have to collect and provide the materials. Try not to touch the materials here. I have other uses." "Okay sir,"
Wu Man smiled happily, "This is not hard at all, but it is very fulfilling."
Zheng Shiduo was obviously relieved. He was really afraid that Wu Man would disobey military orders.
The Taoist priest led the two of them forward, and the elevator in front of them had opened on its own. "How is the condition of spiritual cultivator No. 5?"
"Not bad," Zheng Shiduo couldn't help but smile. It was a bitter smile.
Lao Zheng sighed: "This spiritual cultivator has been clamoring to see you, and her exclusive spiritual slave has always wanted to write a letter to her family. In order to deal with them, I have used all kinds of excuses.
"Brother Wang, you went to exercise your sphincter." "Huh? Do you think I don't understand?"
Wang Jixuan kicked him over.
Zheng Shiduo jumped away laughing and winked at Wang Jixuan. "You won't be able to upgrade next time."
"Don't, brother! I was wrong, I'm just a mean talker, don't be as knowledgeable as me." Zheng Shiduo suddenly panicked and surrounded Wang Jixuan and begged for mercy.
The group went straight back to Uncle Tai's studio. Wang Jixuan briefly arranged the next work plan. The vacation was over and preparations were made for a counterattack.
Now that SS-level psychics have appeared, Wang Jixuan does not dare to take action rashly. The first big thing he will do next is to use the magic power of the war puppet to refine pills, build formations, and refine weapons. After he has improved his qualifications, he must also step into the realm as soon as possible.
Condensing Dan Realm.
After the main body enters the Condensed Core Realm, the strength of the combat puppet can also be improved. With its own fighting skills, you can try to fight against SS-level psykers. This psyker's offensive is anticlimactic, and the follow-up is indistinguishable. The act of massacre reminded Wang Jixuan.
If those psykers in the Psychic City launch a full-scale invasion of D5, so many fortresses in D5 will be hit. There are too many targets that need to be protected and they are too scattered;
The enemy has no bottom line.
He had to think of some way to make himself less worried, otherwise the loss would be too great.
There is no way to promote the Mountain Guard Formation. It requires too many consumables and requires high-level psychics to guard and control it. However, the handwriting left by the SS-level old man also reminded Wang Jixuan.
Lord No. 5.
The psychic suddenly retreated. Could it be related to No. 5?
There are various signs that the psyker gang headed by Angel, the deputy leader of the Destruction Corps, has left the realm of D5. After thinking about it, Wang Jixuan decided to talk to No. 5.
However, he has been waiting for No. 5 for so long, so he can't just come to him now. Whoever takes the initiative will be passive.
Moreover, Number Five's own patience is also extremely poor.
Taoist priest Wang devised a little trick and asked Zheng Shiduo to recite several times in front of the stone slab at No. 5 that Wang Jixuan was going to make an elixir recently, collect the essence of heaven and earth, and condense the hair of people into a mysterious elixir. In just half a day, Wang Jixuan would Just as he was about to start making alchemy, the spiritual slave of spiritual cultivator No. 5 came to the door again.
"Wang, Mr. Wang Zheng."
The young girl timidly whispered:
"Can't you really go see our adults? I know you are very busy, but my adults have always wanted to see you and have a chat with you." She also helped teach the spirit slaves who invaded here without permission before.
"If you have time... I mean, if you have free time, such as when you are eating, you can grab some rice balls and eat them while walking... you can go there. Side." "Well," Wang Jixuan didn't want to embarrass the child, "Let's do this. If you adults agree, let Zheng Shiduo carry her slate over."
The young girl blinked: "Is it okay?" "Of course."
Wang Jixuan smiled and pointed at the war puppet "Xing Dian" standing in the corner, and said seriously:
"I've really been busy working on it recently. As long as your adults come over to take a look later, you can get a rough idea." "Okay, I'll go back and ask now! Thank you!"
The girl bowed and was about to turn around. Before she could take a step, a little black light came out of her sleeves. Puff!
A white slate wall instantly appeared in front of the girl, and she almost bumped into it. Three inches of light appeared on the slate wall.
"Don't bother, I'm coming."
A familiar clear voice sounded, full of resentment:
"I know that your noble person is busy, so I, a humble spiritual practitioner, can only come and take a look in person. "What do you want to do? What does refining alchemy mean?"
Wang Jixuan deliberately showed off his methods and said with a smile: "The way here is wonderful, why don't you take a look first?"
"Just take a look," No. 5 snorted, "I'm still only interested in the spiritual energy circulation route in your body. The rest is no big deal." Wang Jixuan: "Peony! Kill a duck this afternoon and cook it. It’s an old duck soup! Remember to save the duck’s beak!”
"Okay sir!"
No. 5 didn't react for a moment.
She actually doesn't know the slang on this planet.
Daozhang Wang went to the corner to meditate, and his mind shifted to the war puppet.
The war puppet has already put on an alloy mask to cover Xing Tian's old face. At this stage, he still needs to use Xing Tian's image to deceive and deceive him, so he can only undergo plastic surgery in the future. Spiritual Cultivator No. 5 let out a light sigh: "Hey ?This puppet has been transformed? He is already in your shape?"
Hearing this, Zheng Shiduo looked up at the sky and tried not to laugh. "Well," Zhan Puppet responded in a deep voice, "I would also like to thank you for your help last time."
"It's a small thing, but you owe me a favor anyway."
The magic power in his body was circulating all day long. With a slight wave of his hand, he sent the tree man Beta, who was already tired and fell asleep, to lie down on the bed next to him. A ray of magic power was injected into Beta's body, which also gave him some benefits. Witnessed by everyone in the studio , Wang Jixuan opened the furnace to refine the elixir.
He wants to refine some elixirs to improve his qualifications, but the medicinal materials required for such elixirs are relatively rare, and beta production also requires more spiritual energy, so he must be cautious. First, refine a furnace of ordinary He Yuan Dan to adapt to it. Here’s the feel of Zhan Puppet’s alchemy.
Open the furnace, light the fire, inject materials, and condense the elixir;
Wang Jixuan used the magic power equivalent to that of the Golden Elixir realm to refine the He Yuan Dan, which increases the longevity of mortals. It was not easy. There was no explosion in the elixir refining this time.
Wang Jixuan controlled the war puppet and waved his big hand, and the alchemy furnace was opened, and more than a dozen elixirs flashing with green light flew out from it. These elixirs were full, and they exuded a mysterious aura.
Wu Man, who had been waiting for a long time, hurried forward and packed these elixirs in a glass beaker. He would send someone to Fu Jian later. At this time.
"Well," the voice of Spiritual Practitioner No. 5 sounded, "can you give me one to try?" Wang Jixuan's heart moved, and he smiled: "This is something you have to eat with your mouth. Does your slate have a mouth?"
"I'll just come out. I'm not the old loser No. 4 who dares not even come out of his own steeple."
Chapter completed!