MTL - The Path Toward Heaven-v8 Chapter 32 Old man with name

Looking at the scene, the old man's face showed a sad look.

Tong Yan waved his hand, and a plastic bag separated to reveal a human body.

At the first moment when he came to Dongfu, he checked with his divine consciousness and confirmed that the bags contained biochemical humans with similar, nearly perfect appearances, but the internal structure was completely different and strange. Some are biased toward the mechanical direction, some toward the internal cultivation, some biological cells have been completely replaced by some spar materials, and some have completely become walking weapons.

He guessed part of the truth and asked, "Here are all the spare bodies buried by Shen Yunbu?"

The old man lowered his head and said, "Since it is a body, anyone can use it."

Tong Yan was silent for a while, understood the whole truth, and gave a lot of pity to the guy named Shen Yun buried.

With the information provided by Mr. Dan, he is very clear about Shen Yunbu's story.

In the legend of the Galaxy Alliance, Shen Yunbu is a mysterious and noble son, who can think of his practice, learning, and physical transformation, all these efforts to evolve life, including his life, are nothing more than It's just an experiment, and it's just waiting for my father to pick delicious fruits.

By the ground fountain, the old man in the hat sitting on the bench lowered his head and said nothing.

Tong Yan looked at the plastic bags hanging from the top of the cave and did not speak.

He believes that his judgment and calculations are correct, maybe there is no alarm clock here, but people like Shen Yunbu will definitely leave a ray of life for them. The question is where is that life?

"I don't know where the young master is now, but I know there is a person next to him. We just need to find or wake up that person." The old man who followed him into Dongfu said softly.

It turned out that the old man was the first line of life.

"Shen Yunbu doesn't know that person exists?" Tong Yan turned around and asked.

The old man said, "That's what I arranged for the young master."

Tong Yan looked at the old man's wrinkled face and asked, "Why?"

The old man said: "The young man has a bad temper, but he treats me well."

The reason is simple, but the simple reason has power.

Shen Yunbu ’s future is so simple. He does n’t trust all human beings, but he trusts this biochemical person even more.

Tong Yan asked: "How to notify or wake up that person?"

The old man didn't speak, and walked toward the end of the cliff with those bodies, slowly pulled open a plastic bag, and inserted his hand into the belly of the human body, wondering what he was holding.

At the next moment, an extremely subtle breath emerged from the belly of the human body, easily penetrated the thick rock formations and the formation outside the Shen family's old house, and went in all directions of the universe.

Tong Yanjing felt for a moment and confirmed that it should be some kind of neutrino communication method. The signal is very weak, but it can maintain a long-term stability, which means that it can pass through the torsion hole and reach every corner of the local galaxy group.

"This is what you arranged?" He looked at the old man and said.

The old man ’s arms kept moving in the belly of the human body. It should be some kind of adjustment. He did n’t look back and said, “The old man did n’t even know that the warship was there, to ensure that the young man would not be discovered by anyone. According to the same reason, since this is the last security measure, then I cannot let the young master know it, otherwise it is easy to go wrong. "

Tong Yan was silent for a while, and said: "What he left for himself is not a ray of vitality, but an indestructible avenue."

The old man said, "Thank you for your praise to the young master."

Tong Yan said: "Since you know he has something wrong, why not start the communication equipment here."

The old man said: "The puppet of the old man looked at the fountain. I couldn't enter the cave house. I could only wait for someone who was willing to save the young man to come to the old house ... I thought the young man had no friends. Now it seems that I still underestimated him.

Tong Yan said: "I don't know your young master, just counted what he should have left in Shen's old house, since he is a crazy poet."

The old man withdrew his arm, wiped off the mucus on the cloth, looked at him and said seriously: "You know the young master well, you also know the poet, and your mind is amazing."

Tong Yan said: "Yes."

The old man came to him and looked at the luggage in his hand and asked: "I'm really curious, what kind of bomb is designed by your mind, it makes the master a little afraid."

The bomb in the luggage has unimaginable power, which can directly destroy a planet, so that the distant Qingshan Patriarch can keep silent, and those who carry the night environment can avoid it. The problem is that the humans of the Galaxy Alliance have never invented such a powerful weapon, only pushed back to the age of ancient civilization, or the time when the Qingshan Patriarch formed the Qingshan Sword Array with a fleet ...

"The principle is very simple." Tong Yan took the old man and turned to the ground, patiently replied: "I put hundreds of powerful multiphase nuclear bombs into a magic weapon of space."

It is indeed a very simple principle. For those bombs in the history of human civilization, the increasing power depends on the constant confrontation between the heat pressure and the shell of the bomb.

The greater the strength of the shell and the stronger the heat pressure, the greater the power of the bomb.

The most basic nuclear bombs do this, and then gradually upgrade until the multi-phase nuclear bombs can no longer be lifted, because there is no longer a shell that can resist that hot press.

Who thought Tong Yan actually had such a method.

The former ascendants failed to develop this weapon, not because they lacked imagination and wisdom, but because they were difficult to find such a magic weapon, even if they had to think about it.

The space magic weapon that can be used as the outer wall of hundreds of multiphase nuclear bombs is bound to be the greatest magic weapon in the world of spiritual practice.

At that time, the magic weapon in Tongyan's luggage was a pot.

The pot has its own world.

In fact, the pot was not a magic weapon at the beginning, but a Taoism.

At that time, Canglong was transformed into Zhenmo Prison in Chaoge City.

Before leaving Chaotian Continent, Tong Yan went to Chaoge City. With the help of Chanzi, he took out the stomach of the dragon's corpse and made a second sacrifice with the blood of Qilin. Then he took it with him and left the Chaotian Continent.

The Taoism of heaven and earth as pots is powerful, and the magic weapon created by refining the corpses of mythical beasts with Taoism is naturally extremely powerful, but what is really powerful is his will-the will to dare to think and use this way.

This is the skill developed in the chess game.

The old man has lived in the Shen family for hundreds of years. He understands these terms and vaguely understands his meaning. He said with emotion: "You are indeed amazing."

Tong Yan said: "Alright."

Those who have seen the so-called "Road to the Sky" soaring know that his ingenuity is good, but they don't have a high evaluation of his practice level and strength, and they think it is just ordinary. However, Tong Yan rated himself highly and thought that he could be ranked among the top three among the heads of Zhongzhou factions and he could make the top ten among all ascendants.

After two or three conversations, they have left the depths of the mountain and returned to the fountain pool. The old man looked at the old man wearing a hat in the pool. His eyes gradually moved higher, and he saw more old people in the hat who were exactly like his own, cooking tea, sweeping the floor, and dazed, and suddenly said: "You can burn here ?"

Tong Yan said: "Do you think they don't want to live like this, do you want to die?"

The old man said, "Is it important?"

In his view, these elders with caps were housed in Shen's old mansion like pigs, and it didn't make any sense to live. Whether they were replicas in the courtyard or biochemical robots in the underground cave, they were actually just corpses.

Tong Yan looked at the old man and asked, "Even if Shen Yun was buried in your program and made a backdoor, but how do you break through the brand of ideas?"

The old man said, "I'm not a person, I have no thoughts."

This is naturally not the true answer. The more likely answer may be that he broke through some kind of barrier during the process of conscious awakening. However, if everything here will be burned down later, this question is meaningless.

"You like this museum." Tong Yan said.

The old man said: "The museum is very safe. As long as you don't use this bomb in your luggage, there are few ways to destroy it in the universe."

The old man in the hat on the bench opposite the pool raised his head and said, "I thought we had reached an agreement."

The old man said to Tong Yan: "The old man is a bad guy and he will never obey any agreement, so you don't need to have a psychological burden."

Two identical old hats looked at Tong Yan, waiting for his decision before leaving.

"I have never had any psychological burden in this respect."

Tong Yan reached out and patted the old man, then looked at the old man across the pool and said, "Do you know what is the most important thing about playing chess? The first lesson is to learn to repent."

After saying this, he gently waved his sleeves, and the water on the fountain suddenly shattered, turning into extremely fine water droplets, which became real fog.

In just an instant, the thick mist covered the entire Shen family's old house, and it was connected with the mist in the large array of mountains.

Elderly caps in the mist closed their eyes and fell asleep, from time to time they could hear the sound of the broom falling and the teapot crushing.

Those mists flowed down the stone steps and into the deep mountains, like the most gentle waterfalls.

"What's your name?" Tong Yan asked gently looking at the old man before leaving.

The old man was stunned. He has never heard of this problem. There is basically no one in the Shen family's old house. Even if someone comes, he will not care who he is, and the people living here wear the same hat, have the same face, and wear the same Time seems to be independent of each other, and there is no need to have a name.

He frowned seriously for a long time, and finally remembered that he did have a name.

"Huang Mujin." He looked at Tong Yan and said with a smile: "This is the name that the young master gave me when he was a kid. No one has shouted for many years."

"Hello Yellow Hibiscus, goodbye Yellow Hibiscus."

Tong Yan broke into the air and rolled up a white satin cloud belt.

The fog in Shen's old house was lighter, making the clouds thicker in the sky.

He came to the edge of the atmosphere, looked back to the ground, and saw the picture of the top of the mountain.

The old house of Shen family is burning, and the mist seems to be the best fuel. In a short time, the courtyard terraces were burned into ruins.

In the distance, several strong people in the night scene looked at the burning Shen's old mansion and wanted to rescue in the past, but they were afraid that the handbag in his hand would not be close to ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ Tong Yanli ignored these names. The strong, quietly looked down.

Flames were everywhere in the old Shen family house.

The fountains have all dried up.

The flames flowed down the stone steps into the deep mountains, igniting the human bodies in those plastic bags.

The white-walled cornice outside the museum has collapsed, revealing a bright metal structure, and the internal array and high-tech protection methods have come into play.

The courtyard was full of scorched bodies.

The old man stood in the middle of the pool holding a torch, waved goodbye to the sky, and then gradually changed shape.

Tong Yan glanced at last, turned his bag and flew into the dark universe, disappeared into a stream of light.

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