After opening the portal for the 34th Galaxy Skynet Hub, Qinglong flew away with his head and tail.

After Fang Ning finished the foreign trade version of the Nine-Turns Practice, he began to correct the internal purchase version again.

Fortunately, because of a little selfishness in the early days, he told the old man not to let go of the sixth and seventh revs directly, so he could avoid being out of control.

Now there is a chance to remedy.

In the remaining month, he spent a lot of effort and finally added the need to practice the righteous qi technique in the nine-turn exercises of more than six turns.

He remembered an allusion in martial arts, and he wanted to practice the higher the martial arts, the deeper the Buddhist teachings he had to practice.

Now it seems that everyone has a powerful force with different paths and ends in the hands of people with bottom lines, otherwise it would be a disaster.

"If you do so much, it will be a waste of effort in the future," said the old man without any attention at all. "Good people will become bad, and there are so many advanced magical techniques of gods and demons."

"I don't want to be as satisfied as possible, I hope I can be ashamed of my heart." Fang Ning said lightly.

"You are pretending again, you are obviously idle."

"Go to work soon, dog, the thirty-five stars, waiting for you."

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The road construction work of Galaxy Skynet Project has been busy for ten years.

Planets without civilization will be paved all the way, and planets with civilization will be moved all the way.

In fact, there are still very few planets with civilization, after all, there are only about 1,000 samples.

At the beginning of the seventeenth year of Shenyuan.

"Oh, I'm finally finished my work. Is it easier for a few days to have a holiday?" Fang Ning looked at the light-up dots on the star map, stringing the entire Milky Way vortex into a circle, and stretched his waist long.

"It doesn't exist during holidays. You have to know that it's a kind of happiness that you can work hard now. How many people want to work hard but don't have the chance to work hard." The old man said earnestly.

"..." Fang Ning crawled back to the lounge in disappointment and practiced. He was completely desperate about this system that never knew what rest was.

With ten years of hard work, his progress is not big or small, and he can only be said to be just a fair rule.

The practice of "The Dragon Transformation Art" has only reached the master level, which is quite good.

But he is still far away from the ancient level. Thinking about the trillions of experience value consumed by the old man, the power he kryptons from the other party depends on him to grind it with time, which makes him feel desperate.

"Ah, I'm over 40 this year? Fuck! I'm still working overtime in a cool way." Fang Ning just lying back on the bed and suddenly jumped up.

"Okay, okay, don't be discouraged. Your physical age is always 18 years old, and you will always be in your third year of high school." The old man comforted.

"Oh, so that's the case, that's fine." Fang Ning lay back with peace of mind.

"Have you worked hard for a while before?" The old man couldn't help but contempt when he saw the host's condition, "I remember that I had invented some dream practice method, why didn't it work?"

"Oh, that's all stages. It won't work until the end of the day. Cultivation is a hard work. If it's a happy one, isn't it that the masters are walking everywhere?"

"Just understand."

At this moment, the treasure of Tianshu jumped out and flew to Fang Ning's ears.

"Master, the Black Dog came to report just now. The two dragons you asked it to track before are currently fiddling with the Dragon Soul computer array at the center of the Galaxy. It seems that it has made progress."

"Oh, so that's the case," Fang Ning disagreed at first, and then suddenly stood up, "No, I understand their real purpose!"

"You're less shocked, what's going on?" the old man said dissatisfied.

"Oh, haven't these guys promised us before? As long as we support them, we will be the lords of the universe. Now it seems that they want to go into the pattern of the Dragon Soul Collection." Fang Ning said coldly.

"I didn't understand."

"That is to say, they want to leave the position of the Lord of the Great Universe to the real dragon to manage, rather than to any dragon. These guys are quite good at playing, but the Grand Master of the Fang family is not easy to fool." Fang Ning analyzed.

"Oh, that means, are they fooling me?" the old man said angrily.

"Yes, they are just fooling you to prevent you from making trouble for them. In fact, they have long squeezed us out of our future dominance." Fang Ning said quietly.

"It is unknown who will win. Starting today, you will continue to work overtime." The old man said mercilessly.

"The sages said that choice is more important than hard work. What we should do now is not to work overtime, but to find the direction to become the Lord of the Great Universe." Fang Ning fooled.

After working overtime for ten years, he was almost overworked and could not continue.

"Oh, what you said makes sense, then work overtime to find it."

“…”

…………

At two o'clock in the evening, Fang Ning was still working.

After looking through countless information and asking countless relevant people, he finally made a decision.

"It seems that we must go deep into the upper realm and find the Heavenly Dao of the upper realm to ask. After all, it is the only existence closest to this position." Fang Ning said seriously.

"That's too dangerous, don't go." The old man said immediately.

"That's right." Fang Ning was cowardly.

He is not a self-abuse protagonist. Some protagonists specialize in seeking training between life and death in order to make breakthroughs. To put it bluntly, isn’t it just because they have the aura of immortality?

If you try it in reality, you will have to die at least eight times, and you will die long ago...

"Since you can't directly ask about the heavenly way of the upper realm, you can only ask indirectly." Fang Ning said helplessly.

"Indirectly, what should someone do if we lie to us?" the old man hesitated.

"Yes, this is another question. I have a question. If you upgrade all the upgraded areas in the current system module, can you become the master of the universe?" Fang Ning asked with a hint of luck.

"Oh, I don't know this, I can only know that if that happens, I will be stronger, and I will be extremely strong." The old man said excitedly.

"Since that's the case, we should strengthen the foundation. Don't be too ambitious. On the one hand, we should improve ourselves, and on the other hand, we should keep a close eye on those two dragons to see what they are doing, and then walk away the path they are going to take in advance, leaving them with no way out." Fang Ning finally came up with an idea.

There is no way, the old man’s situation is too special and he has no way to guide him. He can only rely on himself.

"It's so good, so let's do it. Go and see how much the evil ghosts I have raised and whether it's time to harvest. I remember there is a pig-raising cost-effective curve, saying that you can't feed for too long, otherwise the cost-effectiveness will decrease." The old man urged.

"Oh, I got it."

Fang Ning agreed and came to the north side of the system space.

After several expansions of the system space, a special evil ghost field has been built here.

The area is not very large, it is only the size of a basketball court, and is covered with celadon flower beds.

Needless to say, there are evil ghosts in the jar.

The old man throws elixirs into feeding three times a day. Nowadays, the evil ghosts at the sea level are grabbing each handful.

Fang Ning was really a little scared when he walked in it. After all, the power and aura in many of the jars were stronger than his soul.

"A living soul has come in..." Suddenly, a sound came from a jar.

"I haven't eaten a soul for many years, it's really hateful!"

"Let us eat him!"

"Eat him!"

A group of chaotic and evil voices spread in the evil ghost field.

Each one can't tell the difference, but then again, if there was still a trace of rationality, they would not have been put here, but were saved by the Bodhisattva.

Fang Ning was no longer afraid when he heard these words. The unknown is the most terrifying thing.

"Your situation has been decided long ago, but all things are born to be useful, and your use is to add merit to justice."

"Okay, rich man, don't pretend there, tell me if I can harvest now?" the old man said impatiently.
Chapter completed!