Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

“Ahhhhh… fuck fuck fuck fuck!”

Erni grimaced and screamed, the sound like torture made Fang Bailu shudder.

But her one-arm movement did not stop at all, pushing the "jade shoot tip" deeper into the severed hand - the stabbed wound splattered blood on the concrete floor, and the broken humerus and the prosthetic hand made a "crunching" sound when rubbing against each other.

knock!

With a crisp sound, the "Jade Bamboo Tip" finally connected to Erni's body.

"Oh my god?" Fang Bailu was stunned, "You are too cruel, aren't you? Doesn't it hurt?"

She opened her mouth viciously, revealing a hideous smile.

"There's no need to go through the trouble of surgery! Isn't that awl pointing at the Sanyang Meridian of my severed hand? You can tell at a glance!"

……

Fang Bailu leaned against the counter, looking at Erni who was carefully moving her prosthetic hand.

The “Jade Bamboo Shoot Tip” looks crudely made, but it actually moves silently. The five multi-jointed fingers are like straws that have been folded up again and again, twisting slowly.

Fang Bailu knew that Erni was adapting to this new body part:

Without a certain period of rehabilitation and adjustment, the three souls and seven spirits would find it difficult to keep up with the physical cognition of this new posture, let alone engage in high-intensity combat.

"She got the hang of it pretty quickly... her alchemy skills must be pretty high."

Fang Bailu knocked on the wall to attract her attention:

"Er Ni, how is your alchemy practice?"

Snapped!

The index finger of "Jade Bamboo Tip" suddenly twitched, and the elastic force from the seventeen joints made a loud noise:

"Ah, I injected the Secret of the Three Vehicles during the induction training."

Erni slowly moved her five fingers, making them twist like seaweed in the water:

"Later, I was promoted and given a raise, and the company injected all of the 'Three Rivers Vehicle' into me: the three levels of essence, energy, and spirit were all complete - the analysis was complete. Unless I change to a new alchemy method, there is no way to continue to improve."

"Well, if we change to the Research Institute's 'Lingbao Bifa', it would probably be analyzed to the third level 'Dragon and Tiger Copulation'... which is equivalent to completing the 100-day foundation building."

The "professional" and "home" versions of alchemy available on the market can only be analyzed to this extent:

From now on, you need to use the visualization machine and more perfect alchemy to go further. A medium-sized company like Bidda Express may not have a systematic alchemy method - in Kuala Lumpur, this is the exclusive field of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association.

A higher level of resolution itself will not bring any benefits to the alchemy practitioner.

But the improved compatibility it brings allows people to install more complex, more expensive, and more "advanced" prosthetics and implants, and adapt to them more quickly - of course, there are also lunatics who risk becoming possessed and cross the level of alchemy to undergo transformation.

For example, Fang Bailu had fought with the Qigong practitioner "Zhao Jizi" several times...

"Boss... this hand is very powerful and fierce; it's a good thing." Erni squatted down and stared at the prosthetic hand that she had forcibly installed; "But a few strands of hair from a qigong practitioner might be more expensive than this."

"Can we really deal with the Qigong practitioner?"

Fang Bailu raised his eyebrows but did not answer.

He had felt strange before - why didn't these Qigong practitioners sit in meditation and practice Taoism, but instead each one was more like a killing weapon than the other?

Then he suddenly had a barely logical answer:

If "Tao" is something that will change, then what "cultivating Tao" in this era pursues is definitely not "purity and nature", but endless fighting and plundering, and violence inflicted on each other.

Among all the Qigong practitioners Fang Bailu had seen, Anbennola was not the most impressive one:

When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, she is indestructible without the full cyborg body of "Zhao Ji Zi", and even a "mobile phone" cannot destroy her mobility in a short time; Cang Yang Zi can leave his body and transform into an incarnation thousands of kilometers away, and travel in the sea of ​​information; and when it comes to predicting good and bad luck, and asking for the secrets of heaven to avoid disaster and seek fortune, Mr. Kui has surpassed her by no means known how much in knowledge of numerology.

"Tsk, if An Ben was proficient in numerology, he would have come to me and bowed down to me long ago! Why did he make such a fuss..."

Fang Bailu bared his teeth and complained secretly.

But Anbenola is actually the most difficult one to deal with.

First, it is the "orchid" in her hand.

Fang Bailu knew very well how terrifying this flying sword that he had refined with his own hands was: as long as it was by Anbennola's side, there would be no point in using numbers to besiege him.

As the sword master, Lancao could not directly attack the opponent Bailu's body - but that did not mean he could not cause any harm.

Install directional explosives on the sword, approach Fang Bailu at the speed of the flying sword and detonate it; use unparalleled cutting power to destroy the terrain and attack him through collapsed buildings - just like what Fang Bailu did to Zhao Jizi in the subway tunnel;

Fang Bailu could easily think of several ways to kill him without the need for direct contact with the blade. Not to mention Xiaoxin and Erni who were not sword masters: this "Orchid" alone was enough to create a generation gap in combat power between them and Anbennola.

By then, a streak of light will pass by, and the heads of all the hardware store employees will fall to the ground... Then there's no need to fight.

The first thing Fang Bailu had to do was to eliminate the threat posed by the "orchid grass" while physically persuading Anbennola.

But he already has a plan to deal with it, and he is very confident.

Fang Bailu cleared his throat: I have been paying close attention to taking care of my throat these days.

"That ugly flying sword is actually very simple, but the trouble is An Ben's body and that 'portable old lady'."

Shou Niang...

This fellow from time, one-third pseudo-immortal, I wonder how many unknown secrets he has in his hands.

The "cell phone" came from the information provided by Shou Niang. I'm afraid she still has other countermeasures.

Fang Bailu turned around - to deal with this old woman, he would have to rely on the other two unopened packages:

The repaired prosthetic body that was delivered along with the "Jade Bamboo Shoot" and the brand new vertical visualization machine.

Chapter 132 Stars (Part )

"Boss, where do you want to move the package? Let me do it?"

Erni's blood-spattered face was full of enthusiasm, and she looked eager to try.

She smiled and scratched the floor with her newly installed prosthetic hand; the five snake-like fingers of the "jade shoot tip" dug into the cement silently, as if it was just wet sand at the beach.

"What a high power... Even without a weapon, the destructive power of bare hands is amazing."

Fang Bailu looked at the hole on the ground and frowned:

"You should adjust your strength first, and don't dig around! And wipe the blood off your face. The painkillers are over the counter."

He knew that it would take a long time for Er Ni to return to the battlefield. The weight and movement of the "Jade Bamboo Tip" were very different from her original limbs - whether it was balance, strength, or coordination, she needed to adapt again.

Otherwise, you will fall many times just by running a few steps on flat ground.

"It would be best to find a way to strengthen Erni's back muscles... or add a suspension device? Otherwise, with such a heavy prosthetic arm, it won't be long before her spine becomes scoliotic."

Fang Bailu ignored Erni who was withdrawing her hand awkwardly, and placed the neural electrodes on both temples, then gently tapped his palms together:

Stab it!

The prosthesis tore open the outer wall of the plastic film and broke free from the package like taking off a bathrobe.

"Oh, it's fixed! But it looks like it's still the same. Boss, why don't you make some cooler modifications? I saw a really big fist last time, it was quite interesting..."

Erni looked up and down at the prosthetic body that had been stripped of the remaining packaging, and made a clicking sound.

From the outside, the prosthesis does not look much different from before it was sent for repair, except that the scratches and defects of all sizes have disappeared.

But Fang Bailu knew that its internal structure and component composition had been completely renewed: the bionic muscles and bones on its body alone had all been replaced with new models; and it had built-in interactive methods, so it no longer required any inferior magical powers like "Paper Man Transporting" for remote control.

The most important thing is, he asked the Drowned Ghost to install a new device in the abdominal cavity of the prosthesis...which will be of great use in the future.

Fang Bailu knocked on the glass window and waved to Xiaoxin who was smoking outside the store. As the boy became more depressed recently, the "second-hand smoke" from his respirator became more and more choking, so that Fang Bailu had to drive him out from time to time:

"Er Ni, you and Xiao Xin look after the store on the first floor and entertain any customers who come. I'm doing something upstairs - remember to be nice and don't chop the customers!"

Fang Bailu rubbed his face and cheered himself up: I'm going to do the second visualization. The difference is that this time I have to inject the elixir method to prepare for the next Dantian energy furnace implantation. With his current body, he can't keep up with the energy consumption of the three yang meridians in his legs. If he is overstrained a few more times when fighting with the Qingyun Temple security forces, he might suffer from a series of digestive system diseases, and even muscle atrophy.

"It's enough to just inject the first layer. It won't take much time."

……

The second floor of the hardware store is a mess:

Fang Bailu sealed the window with rotten iron sheets, and only a few strands of neon light shone through the gaps, illuminating the various pipes throughout the house. This was to avoid the interference of light stimulation on visualization - but in order to deal with possible emergencies, he chose not to wear another eye mask.

In the center of the room is a mattress full of holes, facing the vertical visualization machine that the prosthesis has been brought up: compared to the previous models that covered the entire ceiling, this one is much smaller.

It is about the size of an ordinary refrigerator, and its narrow and layered body looks like a miniature pagoda.

At the top was a statue - two prosthetic hands were installing parts for each other. Fang Bailu had seen a similar pattern on Anbenola's vestments:

"Self-replication, endless life"; this is the yin-yang cycle with the concept of the von Neumann machine.

Various magical instruments are hung around the fuselage, reflecting the circuits on the outer shell: Ganlu wrist, master's knife, lead chime, magic ruler... everything is available.

In addition to visualization, it can also temporarily serve as a ritual altar. However, Fang Bailu knows nothing about opening an altar and performing rituals, so he can only use it as a decoration.

He ran his finger across the "seal" embedded in the center of the fuselage - it was flashing a green light indicating normal operation:

"This should be a special model for the research institute. Hmm, the seal light is fine, and it seems that the permission for use has been obtained... Mr. Kui is very efficient."

After checking the visualization machine, Fang Bailu turned around:

Next to the mattress stood an iron rack about the height of a person, with several glass bottles tied to it with wire. This was a temporary bottle hanging rack, and Fang Bailu would use it to "take medicine" later.

The second floor of the hardware store has been turned into a "quiet room" for Dan Dao practice by Fang Bailu. In the eyes of outsiders, this place may be more like a place for donors to donate their bodies.

But for the time being, I couldn't find a more suitable place.

Compared to the apartment he rented in Guangda Garden, the safety factor here is much higher - there are many security mechanisms set up earlier, and there is also Erni and Xin Zuo's protection.

The only drawback is that the environment is not quiet enough. After all, Fang Bailu uses neural electrodes instead of connecting the visualization machine to the spiritual orifice directly through a pipeline; it is easy to be interrupted by external noise, noise and vibration.

This can only be solved by increasing the dosage of the pill when taking it.

Fang Bailu took out the prepared alchemy injector and inserted it into the interface of the visualization machine. He did not choose the alchemy classics such as "Records of the Gathering of Immortals in the Western Mountains", "Return to the Source", and "Zhonghe Collection" that were circulated in the underground market; instead, he still chose "Lingbao Bifa" produced by the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association.

This is also for future planning considerations: installing the same alchemy method will help enhance the compatibility between him and the prosthesis.

beep--

Following a brief buzzing sound, turbid dim light lit up layer by layer along the "tower" of the visualization machine, and then returned to nothingness:

Click!

Neural tubes popped out from the middle of the fuselage - this showed that the visualization machine was ready to operate.

"There's not even a visual operation panel. What kind of messed up interactive design is this..."

Fang Bailu complained in his heart as he bypassed the many pipes on the ground and sat down heavily on his old spring mattress. He moved his limbs vigorously, trying to adjust his posture to be comfortable, so as to avoid back pain after sitting for a long time.

The prosthesis sat cross-legged in front of the visualization machine, with its left and right ankles resting on the other thighs: it will act as a transit, connecting Fang Bailu and the visualization machine.

This can not only solve the data format difference between the Lingqiao pipeline and the neural electrode patch, but also provide an extra layer of identity cover when connecting to the visualization host of Xianying Palace.

"It also saves the money of inviting a guru to bless the firewall, haha."

Although the visualization license registered under Mr. Kui's name was enough to avoid many prying eyes... Fang Bailu still knew the truth that it is better to be safe than sorry.

The prosthesis grabbed the neural tube that popped out of the visualization machine and inserted it into the spiritual orifice at the back of the neck.

呲——

With a crisp sound of connection, the palms, soles of the feet and the top of the head of the prosthesis faced upwards, forming a "five hearts facing the sky" posture.

"Get ready to start!"

Fang Bailu pinched and slapped the back of his right hand to make the purple blood vessels more obvious.

As the saying goes, long illness makes a good doctor: in his "previous life", Fang Bailu had no idea how many times he had seen nurses give him injections in his hands, and he was very skilled at finding veins.

After checking that there were no omissions in the prepared elixir, he inserted the needle into the slightly bulging blood vessel on the back of his hand and taped it shut - leaving the needle in place would make it easier for him to practice alchemy for a long time.

These "external elixirs" contain barbiturate and fenfluramine, which can enhance Fang Bailu's concentration and sensitivity so that he can visualize more deeply.

"After hundreds of years, you still need to hang the bottle."

Fang Bailu suddenly felt it was a little funny: similar behaviors, but pursuing completely different goals.

He turned the rollers, causing the pills on the drip rack to slowly drip—

Snapped!

The cyborg facing Fang Bailu lightly clapped its hands, then made a hand gesture and placed it on its thigh; the visualization machine began to hum softly, and the magic instruments shook slightly.