Hundreds of companies that provide virtual reality experience are active in the federal territory, and thousands of people will spend money every day to experience the power of monks in it.
Whether it is an ordinary person who is simply curious about the world of monks, or a practitioner who wants to get a glimpse of the upper realm, they are all very keen to do this kind of thing.
Spend some money and have fun.
Unfortunately, due to technical limitations, the higher the level, the more difficult it is for the computer to simulate. At the level of the real fairy, the distortion is already very serious.
But anyway, people who spend money are unlikely to see real immortals make a move. Information related to immortal ranks is basically kept secret in the Federation, so it is not difficult to fool these gangsters.
The destructive power is set higher.
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"Come on, have a good meal."
On the transfer spacecraft, more than a dozen prisoners who were about to be sent to the execution ground star were looking at what might be their last meal in their bowls.
The food is pretty good, and it's worth at least one hundred federal dollars per meal, but everyone seems to be in the same boat.
Some people are calm and calm, silently chopping rice like a machine;
"Sister Mira, I told you that it's useless to give them such a good meal. It's a waste. No one will take it seriously."
"It's the last respect for these chess pieces that are about to be sacrificed." Mira, who was watching a group of prisoners through the camera in the main control room, said to the air without looking back.
But the main control room was empty, and it looked like she was talking to herself.
"Run after the task is completed, the smell of the wind tells me that today is the 'day of blood', there will be at least six figures of casualties..."
"What about us?"
"Did you forget that the fortune-teller can't figure it out for himself, and the wind divination technique of our wind elves is ineffective for the fortune-teller himself."
A female figure with a nearly transparent body began to slowly emerge from the air as he spoke.
The concave and convex lines seem to be drawn stroke by stroke by a painter.
Artificial life, Sela the wind spirit.
In addition to the elves designed by the Green Witch King, or use their full name wood elves, human beings have also created many more strange lives by referring to the sun protoss captured in the sun.
Like wind elves, they were transformed from some highly disabled people who chose to voluntarily give up their bodies and participate in human experiments.
There is indeed extremely sophisticated medical technology in the federation, and even people who have just died have a certain probability of being resurrected, but the price is generally unacceptably high.
"Can't you take me too?"
"No, the cause and effect of the two of us are too close, one prospers and the other loses."
"..."
"Anyway, listen to me, the faster you run, the better. Is there a random teleportation symbol?"
"Don't think about it, the execution star leader is specially modified, space-type spells, abilities, and items cannot be used, and there are only two entrances and exits in total."
"It's really a big head." Sera said, and at the same time, he really enlarged the outline of his head, as if his head suddenly became several times bigger.
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Inside the star of the execution ground.
"Report to the Marshal, all deployments have been completed."
"good."
The middle-aged man, who was originally looking up at the starry sky with his hands behind his back like a stone, saw the frontline commander reporting the progress of the work in the projector communication device, his face that had been tense all the time relaxed slightly.
"This battle is dangerous, so I will entrust this thing to you for safekeeping." The middle-aged man took out a ball of blue jelly in his hand, put it in front of the military projection communication device, pushed it lightly with his hand, and the blue substance was worn out. Through the screen, he came directly to the commander who was on the front line.
"Thank you Marshal!" After recognizing the origin of the blue substance, the young commander excitedly thanked the Marshal behind the screen.
"I even handed over 'Xuanyuan Heavy Water' to him. It seems that you really value this son." After the projector communicator was turned off, a man in a black cloak quietly came to the side of the federal marshal.
"Guan Yu's performance is really good, and in such a battle, if there is no Xuan Yuan Chong Shui, even he will be at risk of being sacrificed."
"If you don't bring him to the battlefield, it won't be the end of it. So many precious materials were wasted, just to refine such a one-time consumable."
"Everyone knows that this is the beginning of a new era, don't tell me you have no descendants to the execution ground star."
"In the new era, I don't know how many points we can get for the vacancy left by him."
As more and more people in the federation get involved in the way of ghosts and immortals, through the vision of ghosts and immortals' unique eye of fortune, they found that as the fleet got farther and farther away from the solar system, a huge vortex of luck appeared without warning. Appear.
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After calculations by some professionals, they concluded that it was the ungovernable luck left behind after the influence of Bai Mo gradually dissipated.
He really gave up his influence on the Federation, or in other words, the Federation really stepped out of his shadow.
In the eyes of mortals and even low-level monks, luck is something illusory, but for true immortals, especially those who also practice ghosts, luck can be truly felt and there are ways to use it .
Especially Bai Mo himself, in the communication with the True Immortal of the Federation, said a lot of ways to use luck, including the most core function - cutting robbery.
Whether it is the Hedao Tribulation for promotion to the fifth level, or the Reincarnation Tribulation for ascending to the Immortal, it has a certain effect.
This is an extremely shocking news.
For decades, the word "Heavenly Tribulation" has been lingering in the hearts of every monk. Even if he becomes an immortal, he still has to face endless reincarnation.
Now this huge group of luck, accompanied by the federal fleet's distance from the sun, in disguise means that Bai Mo has given up its sovereignty over it, and naturally it has become a favorite in the eyes of all the true immortals.
Of course, it is true to covet luck, and it is also true that the conflict can no longer be suppressed. This decisive battle between the two sides began by chance.
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"The time when you were not around." In the cafe, Yun Jie sighed to Bai Mo.
"Sinotrans, in the final analysis, is an abstract manifestation of influence on the world. Since I have decided to let go, I will leave it to you."
"Don't you need luck to weaken the Samsara Tribulation?"
"My own luck, there is no way to cut myself for robbery."
"Looks like I'm also going to practice Ghost and Immortal Dao as well." Yun Jie said after thinking for a while.
A true immortal like him who has not cultivated into a ghost fairy can only barely feel the vague existence of luck objects with a strong enough spiritual sense, and he needs to cooperate with people who specialize in ghost immortals to release these unowned Qi. It is smelted into something that will be cut and robbed.
Moreover, the spiritual sense can only detect the luck of a person who is strong enough, like the spot on the head of a mortal, which is directly ignored.
"Heaven, earth, people, gods, ghosts and five immortals, if you can, try them all."
Yun Jie smiled and didn't say anything more, but obviously he already had some ideas.
PS: I almost forgot that there is still this book waiting for me to update. . .