The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 32: An old man with a name

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

Tong Yan waved her hand and separated a plastic bag, revealing a human body.

The first moment he came to the cave, he used his divine sense to investigate and confirmed that the bags were filled with biochemical people, with similar and nearly perfect appearances, but the internal structure was completely different and weird. Some are biased toward the mechanical direction, and some are biased toward internal repair. Some biological cells have been completely replaced by some kind of spar material, and some have completely turned into walking weapons.

He guessed part of the truth, and asked: "This is the spare body buried by Shen Yun?"

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 all the truth, and felt a lot of pity for the guy named Shen Yunbu.

With the information provided by Mr. Dan, he knows the story of Shen Yunbu very well.

In the legend of the Galaxy Alliance, Shen Yunbu is a mysterious and noble son, who can think of his practice, study, body transformation, all these efforts to evolve life, even his life, It was just an experiment, and in the end it was just waiting for his father to pick the delicious fruit.

The old man in the hat sitting on the bench by the fountain on the ground 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 calculation are not wrong. Maybe there is no alarm clock here, but people like Shen Yunmu will definitely leave him a ray of life. The question is where is that ray of life?

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

It turns out that this old man is the silver lining.

"Shen Yunbu didn't know the existence of that person?" Tong Yan asked, turning around.

The old man said: "That was my arrangement for the young master."

Tong Yan looked at the old man’s wrinkles and asked: "Why?"

The old man said: "The young master has a bad temper, but he is good to me."

This reason is simple, but simple reasons have power.

The way that Shen Yunbu left for himself is as simple as that. He doesn't trust all human beings, but trusts this biochemical man more.

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

The old man did not speak, and walked toward the end of the body hanging in the cliff, slowly pulling a plastic bag away, and inserting his hand into the abdomen of the human body, not knowing what he was holding.

The next moment, an extremely subtle aura emerged from the human body, easily penetrating the thick rock formations and the formation outside the Shen family's old house, and heading towards the universe in all directions.

Tong Yan quietly 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 long-term stability, which means that it can pass through the torsion hole and reach each of the galaxy groups. corner.

"You arranged this too?" He looked at the old man and said.

The old man’s arm kept moving in the abdomen of the human body. It should be some kind of adjustment. He didn’t turn his head and said, “The master wants to make sure that the young master will not be discovered by anyone, so he doesn’t even know the battleship. There, according to the same reason, since this is the last security measure, then I can’t let the young master know about it, otherwise it’s easy to go wrong."

Tong Yan was silent for a while, and said: "What he left for herself is not a ray of life, but an immortal avenue."

The old man said: "Thank you for complimenting the young master."

Tong Yan said: "Since you know that something happened to him, why don't you activate the communication device here."

The old man said: "The master's puppet looks at the fountain. I can't enter the cave. I can only wait for someone who is willing to save the young master to come to the old house... I originally thought that the young master had no friends, but now it seems that I still underestimate him."

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

The old man retracted his arm, wiped off the mucus on the cloth, looked at him and said seriously: "You know the young master and the poet very well, and you have a great mind."

Tong Yan said: "Yes."

The old man walked up to him, looked at the luggage bag in his hand and asked: "I'm really curious about what kind of bomb a mind like yours has designed, which makes the master a little scared." /

The bomb in the luggage has an unimaginable power. It can directly destroy a planet, so that the Patriarch of Qingshan can remain silent in the distance, and only those who are strong in the night realm can avoid it. The problem is that the Galaxy Alliance humans have never invented such a powerful weapon, only to push it back to the age of ancient civilization, or the time when the Qingshan Patriarch used a fleet to form the Qingshan Sword Formation...

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

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

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

The first-level nuclear bombs did this, and then gradually upgraded, until after the polyphase nuclear bombs, they were nowhere to rise, because there was no longer a shell that could resist the heat pressure.

Who would have thought that Tong Yan could have such a method.

The previous ascendants failed to develop this weapon, not because they lacked imagination and wisdom, but because they were difficult to find such a magic weapon, and they were reluctant to use it even if they wanted to.

The space magic weapon that can be used as the outer wall of hundreds of multiphase nuclear bombs must be the greatest magic weapon in Chaotian Continent's practice world.

The magic weapon in Tongyan's luggage at this time is a pot.

There is a world in the pot.

In fact, the pot was not a magic weapon at first, but a kind of Taoism.

Back when the Canglong turned into a town demon prison in Chaoge City, it was this way that trapped the Underworld Emperor.

Before leaving Chaotian Continent, Tong Yan went to Chaoge City, and with the help of Zenzi, he took out the stomach of the corpse of the blue dragon, and made a second sacrifice with Qilin's blood, and he made it like this A pot, and then took it soaring away from Chaotian Continent.

Heaven and earth are pots of Taoism is powerful, and the magic weapon made by refining the corpse of the sacred beast is naturally extremely powerful, but what is really powerful is his will-the will to dare to think like this and dare to use it like this.

This is what you can learn in chess.

The old man has lived in Shen's house for hundreds of years. He has some understanding of these terms and vaguely understood what he means. He said with emotion, "You are indeed amazing."

Tong Yan said: "It's okay."

I've seen the Ascendant called "The Great Way to the Sky", and I know his resourcefulness, but he doesn't evaluate his spiritual realm and strength very highly, and thinks it's just ordinary. However, Tong Yan has a high evaluation of herself, thinking that she can rank in the top three among the leaders of the Zhongzhou faction, and can also be firmly in the top ten among all the ascendants.

In a few words of conversation, they have left the depths of the mountain and returned to the fountain. The old man looked at the pool towards the old man wearing the hat, his sight gradually moved higher, and he saw more of the old man with the hat who looked exactly like him, making tea, sweeping the floor, and dazed. Suddenly he said: "You can burn this place. Right?"

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 opinion, these old people with hats are kept in the old house of Shen's house like pigs, and they have no meaning to live. Whether it is the clones in the courtyard or the biochemical robots in the underground caves, they are actually just corpses. .

Tong Yan looked at the old man and asked: "Even if Shen Yun is buried in your program as a backdoor, how can you break through the ideological imprint?"

The old man said: "I am 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 barrier during the process of awakening. But if everything here will be burned later, this question will be meaningless.

"You like this museum." Tong Yan said.

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

The old man with a 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: "Master is a bad guy, and he never abides by any agreement, so you don't need to have a psychological burden."

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

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

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

After saying this, he gently waved his sleeves, and the water on the fountain suddenly shattered and turned into very fine water droplets, which became a real mist.

Only an instant, thick mist enveloped the entire Shen family's old house, connecting with the mist in the mountain array.

The old people with hats in the mist closed their eyes and fell into a deep sleep. From time to time, they could hear the sound of the broom falling and the teapot crushing.

The mist flows down the stone steps towards the deep mountainside, like the most gentle waterfall.

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

The old man was startled. He has never heard of this problem. Basically no one comes to the Shen family’s old house. Even if someone comes, they don’t care who he is. Moreover, the people living here wear the same hats, have the same face, and suffer the same. Time seems to be irrelevant to each other and does not need to have a name.

He frowned and thought about it 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 the young master gave me when I was a child. No one has called it for many years."

"Hello Huang Mujin, goodbye Huang Mujin."

Tong Yan flew up through the air, curling up a white satin-like cloud band.

The fog in the old house of the Shen family has faded a bit, making the clouds in the sky thicker.

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 the Shen family was burning, and the mist seemed to be the best fuel. In a short period of time, the courtyards and terraces were burnt to ruins.

Several Chengye-level experts in the distance looked at the burning old house of the Shen family, and wanted to go to rescue them, but they were afraid of the bag in his hand and did not dare to approach it~IndoMTL.com~Tong Yanli didn't care about it. The strong man looked down quietly.

There are flames everywhere in the old house of the Shen family.

The fountains are all boiled out.

The flames flowed down the stone steps into the depths of the mountain, igniting the human bodies in those plastic bags.

The white wall cornices outside the museum have also collapsed, exposing a bright metal structure, and the internal formations and high-tech protection methods have begun to work.

Scorched bodies are everywhere in the courtyard.

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

Tong Yan took a final look, turned around and flew into the dark universe with her luggage, turned into a stream of light and disappeared without a trace.

　　

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