Chapter 1 Killing and Destruction

Killing and destruction are different in difficulty.

Take Tong Zhengyang, for example. At his full speed, he can break the sound barrier. Even a nuclear strike would have a high probability of being dodged by him.

This zombie king has not yet revived, but its magnetic field has already affected the entire Himalayas, twisting the minds of tens of thousands of people into zombies. If it were to fully revive, flying would be no problem, and there would be no problem escaping underground. Even a nuclear bombardment might be dodged.

But now that it's suppressed in the golden coffin, the difficulty of destroying it is greatly reduced.

With Da Xuan's level of technology, it could be completely thrown into outer space, or even more ruthlessly, directly into the sun's orbit, allowing it to be captured by the sun.

Of course, if even the sun can't burn it to death...

Then, there's no need to consider other methods.

"This golden coffin cannot be easily destroyed..."

An Qisheng gently touched the golden coffin, and it was icy to the touch, bone-chillingly cold.

The material of this golden coffin is special, and destruction would not be too troublesome, but the zombie king Zhu Shang inside is not so easy to destroy.

As the Dao Yi Diagram says, it is rooted in the grievances of heaven and earth, almost immortal, and the principle of its existence has not been understood.

If it can be completely destroyed, then fine, but if the golden coffin and the talisman are destroyed, and it escapes first, the problem will be extremely serious.

"We can only temporarily seal it and send someone to guard it, and wait until there is a proper way to settle it before dealing with this golden coffin."

Daoist Juechen glanced at the talisman on it and guessed An Qisheng's concerns.

It is not known what material this talisman is made of, and if it is accidentally damaged, the trouble will be great.

"There's no need to send anyone."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly:

"Recently, I will stay here."

Zhu Shang's spiritual imprint has not yet been collected, and the world coordinates have not been found, so he will not leave the golden coffin.

This zombie king has no possibility of escape, and to him, it is a treasure.

"You want to stay here?"

Daoist Juechen frowned, thinking that An Qisheng was afraid that the Special Affairs Bureau would recklessly test and release the zombie king.

He nodded in agreement, "It's not good to station a large army here, but with you guarding it, it's foolproof."

Da Xuan is one of the world's two poles, vaguely having the potential to dominate the world, and many neighboring countries cannot but be wary. If troops are stationed in Mufeng, the problem will be great.

Even the Special Affairs Bureau itself has hidden dangers.

"If Da Xuan can deduce a reliable method of destruction, I can leave at any time."

An Qisheng glanced at the dim night and sat cross-legged directly in front of the golden coffin:

"The rest of the aftermath and explanations will be left to the Daoist!"

His existence, I'm afraid, was already on the Special Affairs Bureau's list of key concerns when he defeated Mu Longcheng. If it weren't for this zombie king, I'm afraid someone would have come to talk to him.

A martial artist who has achieved the level of *jian shen* (seeing the divine) was like a land deity or Buddha in ancient times. Even now, the threat to some people is still quite great.

In the past few hundred years, there have been precedents of *jian shen* martial artists fighting against the government in Xuan Xing.

Of course, a *jian shen* grandmaster is still a mortal. It is impossible to fight against the army, but the deterrence of a *jian shen* martial artist assassinating someone is too great.

For example, when Mu Longcheng moved overseas, he had 'shaved' the heads of some big figures in foreign countries.

Naturally, his existence will be noticed.

The reason why he arbitrarily displayed his power in front of Daoist Juechen was to avoid some things.

Daoist Juechen naturally understood this principle.

He nodded, took off his Daoist robe and threw it to An Qisheng, then turned and left:

"Little friend An, don't worry, no one with bad eyes will come to bother you. In Da Xuan, this old Daoist still has some face!"

Daoist Juechen naturally had this confidence.

He joined the army as a teenager, became a monk in middle age, and over the decades, he had befriended dignitaries, wealthy tycoons, and elites from all walks of life. He did not have many disciples, but they were all in important positions. Yazi, the captain of the special forces team, was also his disciple.

His connections and prestige are all there, and what he says naturally carries weight.

An Qisheng's kung fu is now even higher, but reaching this level is not a simple matter.

More importantly, he doesn't have that kind of mood.

Daoist Juechen drifted away and soon disappeared into the vast snowy mountains at night.

An Qisheng draped Daoist Juechen's wide robe over himself and took out a bottle of *bi gu dan* (grain-avoidance pills) that he had left behind and took one.

After that, he closed his eyes and looked inward, feeling the changes in himself.

The twenty-four body gods of the Huang Ting are just a virtual reference, and the body gods that can be condensed are definitely more than this number, and at this time, he has only condensed the prototype of the five internal organs and the Niwan. He wants to condense a perfect foundation of the Dao.

There is still a long way to go.

.......

"Sure enough, as the magnetic field of that strange source weakens, these zombies are dissipating..."

Looking at the zombie not far away, which suddenly fell to the ground under the scorching sun, Wang Zhixuan's eyes lit up.

The cleanup of the Himalayas was not very smooth. Even with strong firepower support, the team could not withstand people being infected from time to time, and the casualties were quite heavy.

If it weren't for the strange magnetic field dissipating three days ago and becoming extremely weak, their casualties would have been even greater.

In the computer, Ying Long's cold, unwavering voice came out:

"Data analysis shows that without the support of the magnetic field, these zombies will not exist for more than thirty-six hours. You should retreat. The casualties of these three days are meaningless."

"Ying Long, data is not everything."

Wang Zhixuan shook her head slightly:

"There are still survivors in the Himalayas. The sooner we clean up, the greater their chances of survival will be. We can't just consider gains and losses."

Ying Long is Da Xuan's top artificial intelligence, and its data calculation and tactical formulation are top-notch.

It's just that artificial intelligence is just artificial intelligence and cannot understand human emotions.

The army exists to protect the personal safety of the people and cannot be measured by simple data.

Just like how warships can be sent to evacuate overseas Chinese for the sake of a few overseas Chinese, artificial intelligence cannot understand that.

"Unable to understand."

Ying Long responded coldly.

Wang Zhixuan was too lazy to argue with it, closed the computer, and stood up:

"Where's Qing Long?"

Not far away, Yazi, who was carrying an alloy longsword, turned his head when he heard the words:

"The requested supplies have been sent. Qing Long has gone to deliver the supplies to that Mr. An..."

Although An Qisheng did not explicitly request it, the emperor does not lack hungry soldiers, and the necessary supplies will naturally not be lacking.

Da Xuan is the world's number one economy, so where does it care about these things?

"Mr. An..."

Wang Zhixuan looked at the distant snow-capped mountains with a complex expression.

In just one month, the status of each other has undergone earth-shaking changes. A month ago, she issued tasks to him, and she only needed a phone call.

Now, her superior Qing Long has to deliver supplies to him.

What exactly happened to him this month?

Wang Zhixuan felt complicated.

And not far away, next to an armored vehicle, Yi Feibai, who was holding a gun, was quite excited.

"It really works. What I'm holding can also enter the Blessed Land of Reincarnation with me..."

Yi Feibai muttered to himself while pinching the gun.

Earlier, he re-entered the Blessed Land of Reincarnation, but he didn't expect that the gun he was holding also appeared at the same time.

The gun in his hand is the Special Affairs Bureau's standard gun, which is much more powerful than ordinary guns.

Although the swordsman named Zhao Qiandu was skilled in swordsmanship, he was still defeated by his long-range strafing.

It also allowed him to obtain the Twelve Linked Saber Technique.

But what excited him was not this saber technique, but the significance of this matter.

If this gun can be taken in, then wouldn't sniper rifles, high-explosive grenades, and other modern weapons also be brought in?

.......

Wuwu~

The cold wind blew through the golden coffin, and a howling sound seemed to echo with it.

In the dark and pitch-black of the golden coffin, a tall figure like a demon was constantly衝撞(chōng zhuàng) (ramming) the seal.

Endless grievances filled his heart, and Zhu Shang roared madly,撞击(zhuàng jī) (slamming) the seal.

For a thousand years, a full thousand years, he had only opened a crack in the seal, but at this time, all his efforts were in vain!

What the hell is this place?

It's fine that there's no spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but there's not even resentment and bad luck.

What's even more hateful is that this ghost place is extremely sparsely populated.

As a result, he fell into such an awkward situation.

"Hate! Hate! Hate!

Ants, ants, you deserve to die, you deserve to die!!!"

Zhu Shang roared, filled with hatred.

But no matter how he collided or roared, there was no response.

An Qisheng, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the golden coffin, did not notice anything.

"Hoo!"

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes and saw a helicopter slowly flying in the distance.

Whoosh~

Before long, the helicopter slowly landed, and gusts of air stirred up the snow between the drifts.

Qing Long, wearing camouflage clothing, stepped off the helicopter, holding a purple wooden box in his hands.

Several special forces members followed behind him, carrying various supplies, tents, purified water, and various clothing.

"Mr. An!"

Qing Long strode forward, his eyes lingered on the golden coffin for a moment before looking at An Qisheng:

"Thank you for your hard work, sir."

"Daoist Juechen knows all about this matter, there is no need to ask me."

An Qisheng glanced at Qing Long.

His bone age is fifty-seven, his cultivation is at the Gang Jin realm, and he has three kinds of weapons hidden on his body. He has no guns, but high explosives are贴着(tiē zhe) (stuck to) his heart.

"Mr. An has misunderstood."

Qing Long put down the wooden box:

"The zombie king incident has had a great impact. Mr. An has solved this matter and is also stationed here to guard it for three months. The converted points are as high as 150,000. These *bi gu dan* (grain-avoidance pills) are replaced according to Daoist Juechen's meaning, which is enough for a *jian shen* martial artist for a year.

The remaining 110,000 points have been sent to your account on the Law Enforcement Martial Artist Forum."

"150,000 points?"

An Qisheng nodded slightly.

The Special Affairs Bureau is already rare and generous.

One point on the Law Enforcement Martial Artist Forum is equivalent to 10,000 Da Xuan coins, which is still the official exchange rate. If it is traded privately, the value will be even higher.

150,000 points is equivalent to 1.5 billion Da Xuan coins.

Da Xuan coins are the international currency, and their value is no less than that of the US dollar, which dominated the world in his previous life.

Immediately, he raised his hand and grabbed it in the air.

Buzz~

It was as if he just flicked his five fingers lightly.

The wooden box more than ten meters away shook, and under the gaze of the three people, it actually took off and was grabbed by him.

The two special forces members behind Qing Long were shocked and their eyes were straightened.

This hand was much more magical than the *ge kong qu wu* (retrieving objects from the air) and *kong he qin long* (controlling cranes and capturing dragons) in novels.

It's simply superpowers.

"Good Gang Jin."

Seeing this hand, Qing Long, with his composure, couldn't help but be moved.

This hand of Gang Jin kung fu alone is almost mythical. At least, the *jian shen* grandmasters he has seen cannot do this.

Gang Jin kung fu is, in the final analysis, the use of airflow.

He has never heard of anyone who can use Gang Qi to this extent. Perhaps there are, but it is absolutely impossible to be so understated.

Although he could see that this was An Qisheng's warning, he had to say that this hand was too clever, and the three points of probing and questioning in his heart suddenly faded.

Immediately, he asked the two team members to put down the supplies and took his leave.

An Qisheng didn't care about the departure of the few people.

His eyes fell on the golden coffin again.

This seal was more严密(yán mì) (tight) than he had imagined, so that he could not搜集(sōu jí) (collect) Zhu Shang's spiritual imprint through this layer of golden coffin, let alone analyze the world coordinates in it.

There are nine talismans on the golden coffin, and the runes on them are not obvious, but the纹(wén) (patterns) can be faintly seen.

He knew that these nine talismans were the key to the seal.

"Perhaps, I can try a few things..."