There seems to be a door that is pushed open.

The workmanship is exquisite and the portrayal is vividly portrayed.

What An Qisheng lost?

No, how could such a grandmaster lose something? Even if a grain of dust is pulled down, they can feel it.

So, is this what he left for himself?

Su Jie had a thought in his mind, and he reached out and pinched the locust wood sign.

It is cool to start and enters the heart and spleen.

Su Jie felt a dazed in his heart and couldn't help but hold the locust wood sign tightly:

"This is......."

.........

Northwest mountains.

In the silver-white base hall, a group of people were walking in a hurry. Wang Zhixuan, Qinglong, White Tiger, Yuniu and others all looked at the full-screen projector in front of them with serious expressions.

The members of the special affairs bureau were also silent as rocks.

"Simulation of three-phase bombs to destroy the zombie king......The success rate is 16.9%, the reason for possible failure..."

"Simulated space-based weapons to destroy the Zombie King......The success rate is 11.2%, the reason for possible failure..."

"Simulated genetic weapon destroys the zombie king... The success rate is 10.3%, the possible reason for failure..."

".......fail......"

......

In the empty hall, the cold synthetic sound of artificial intelligence Yinglong kept ringing.

Every time its sound sounded, the faces of the people in the hall became more serious, because every time it sounded, it meant that their plan failed.

"alright!"

Qinglong shouted softly, and Yinglong immediately stopped talking.

"There are only 50% of the most successful ones in hundreds of destruction plans..."

Qinglong's face was solemn, and a trace of powerlessness rose in his heart.

He rarely had such powerlessness in his life, but this monster was beyond their imagination and seemed to be unable to be destroyed at all.

"Qinglong, if there is no better plan."

Baihu lowered his head and whispered: "Fifty percent is not impossible..."

"impossible!"

Before he finished speaking, Qinglong waved his hand and interrupted him: "All weapons in the plan are of great harm. If there is no 80% or 90% sure, you must not act rashly!"

"It seems that we can only put it into space and use the sun to destroy it."

The prisoner looked at the lines of scarlet words on the projection screen, and his eyes were calm.

"no."

This time, Wang Zhixuan waved his hand to refuse:

"The uncertainty of 50% is too great. If it cannot be damaged, the talisman that sealed him will be burned, which will be too great."

Wang Zhixuan also had a little headache.

Since learning about the existence of the Zombie King Zhu Shang, Yinglong has proposed countless plans until now, but no plan can increase the success rate to more than 50%.

And 50% is whether it can be achieved or not. For gamblers, of course they can gamble, but for them, they cannot.

A failure will result in a terrifying consequence.

The events in the Xiya Mountains were enough to shock the world.

What she was even more worried about was Mars...

What kind of monster is that stirring up a sandstorm that almost burns the entire Mars?

"What if you send it to Mars and detonate the antimatter bomb at the same time?"

Someone suggested it again.

"The antimatter bomb has not been tried to explode. If something goes wrong, the problem will be even greater. Moreover, its power may not necessarily destroy the Zombie King."

Some people suggest it, but naturally some people oppose it.

"How can I know if I don't try it? This is one of the two solutions with the highest success rate. With our reserves, it is enough to clean up that half of Mars."

"What if it doesn't work?"

In the hall, the senior executives became more and more excited as they spoke. They had been suppressed for too long and could not vent their feelings. At this time, they were like fairy tale powder barrels, and they exploded at a glance.

"Okay, let's talk about it later. We know too little about this zombie king. If you are one day late, you may be more confident and wait for Ying Long's follow-up plan."

Qinglong shook his head, but refused.

He rubbed his temples, feeling a little tired:

"Please submit the solution simulation results first, if the above agrees..."

It is of great importance and cannot be easily made. Even if it has a success rate of up to 90%, they will not be the ones who actually issue the destruction order.

Of course, a big reason is that they have and only have one chance.

Once it fails, it will be a more tragic catastrophe than three hundred years ago!

"yes."

The projection was closed, and the senior executives of the Special Affairs Bureau also dispersed.

Only the Qinglong, White Tiger and Wang Zhixuan were left behind.

“It’s only been one month….”

After the crowd retreated, Yinglong's electronic synthesizer sounded again:

"To be precise, thirty-six days, twelve hours, eight minutes and forty-three seconds."

What Yinglong said was the time when the talisman sealing the golden coffin was expelled, or the time when the zombie king escaped.

"Get ready at any time."

Wang Zhixuan glanced at Qinglong:

"You will do the plan. I'm not at ease with the snow mountain, so I have to watch it."

"Go."

Qinglong sat on the chair, covering his face with his hands, unable to cover up his fatigue:

“One month, one month….”

.........

An Qisheng only stayed with his parents in Xingcheng for two weeks.

I had to leave.

For many parents, the day their children don’t go to school, they become adults.

Since you are an adult, you will naturally have to start a family and start a business.

Therefore, before An Qisheng enjoyed the warmth of his family for a few days, he encountered his parents' urge to get married...

He also expected this, but he was also a little amused and smirked.

But marriage is naturally impossible.

He did not practice the way of heaven, but the seven emotions still existed, and the six desires were there, but marriage was not necessary for him.

Marriage is just a combination of mutual support and combination, inheriting descendants, and leaving traces of themselves in the world.

But for An Qisheng, this is not the case.

With his current cultivation level, even if he has no progress in the slightest, even if he is in this place where the mysterious star is extremely spiritual, he is confident that he will live for a thousand years.

Twenty years are one generation, and a thousand years are five hundred generations!

What's more, some female cultivators in the human world did not catch his eyes, let alone those above Xuanxing who wiped their eyes and eyebrows. In fact, in his eyes, they were just piles of vulgar powders of carbohydrates.

But there are no unfilial gods in the world, and he cannot use means to influence his parents' ideas.

Therefore, after staying at home for a few days, he left again.

Of course, in addition to this matter, the more important reason for his departure was naturally the zombie king Zhushang.

He did not forget the time when the Emperor Tian Eleven Li and the Zombie King Zhu Shang escaped.

After dragging on for so long, it is time to meet this zombie king.
Chapter completed!