After receiving the Tianying's message, Fang Ning rewarded the news eagle with a pill, and the other party left with great gratitude.

He looked around and saw that there was no people on the earth, and all kinds of small demons were rampant everywhere, showing off their power and fighting endlessly. Only the steel jungle was still standing quietly, indicating the civilization that this land once had.

In those fertile fields, they have not seen each other for a while, and they are already full of weeds and many shrubs. They are watching the fertile fields turn back to the jungle era.

This could be excellent news for those environmentalists.

The earth at this time can be said to be the cleanest moment after the opening of the industrial age.

No wonder those big monsters are ready to move. Anyone who sees such a fertile land will be envious of them.

"What is the big thing you are talking about?" the old man suddenly said curiously.

"Farming." Fang Ning said lightly.

"Uh, it's really a big deal." The old man said in a daze.

"Nonsense, I don't know how much food you have eaten in the past two days? Humans' current food supply depends on the organic matter provided by universal bacteria, and then synthesize various nutritional pastes. What do you want to eat that thing?" Fang Ning said contemptuously.

"I don't want to eat it, but it's not me anyway... I don't care about the taste." The old man said proudly.

"Damn it, it tastes bad. The big green worm eats slowly and replenishes blood slowly. He will be beaten to death at once. Do you still care or not?" Fang Ning said angrily.

"Uh, this is really a problem. No wonder you said this is a big deal. I thought you were going to play games secretly again." The old man said embarrassedly.

"Am I the kind of person who doesn't know what I think?"

"Aren't you?"

Fang Ning was too lazy to pay attention to this guy, so he took out his cell phone and sent a message to the black cat.

As a result, the phone prompted that "the other party is not in the service area."

"Well, this human being retreated into the secret realm, and the previous communication facilities were also abandoned? It shouldn't be, at least I watched the satellites still working normally." Fang Ning looked at the space above his head, very depressed.

"I can't do anything about this. You know, I can only connect to the existing network." The old man said angrily.

"By the way, don't you still have a system-bound tiger saddle? Can you send a message to it through that?" Fang Ning had an idea.

"It can only make it hurt or not. The function of sending messages has not been developed, but you can know where it is." The old man explained.

"This is enough. Don't you know the Morse code? Short pain is one symbol, long pain is another symbol, so translate it to me," Fang Ning said with great imagination, "Save me to go to find it again, so that the price will be reduced?"

"Uh, you really know how to think about it, I'll give it a try..." The old man was quite interested.

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Inheritance secret realm.

In a medicine garden, Tom, who was directing a group of small and exquisite magical robots to work, suddenly felt a soreness on his waist and fell to the ground.

"Are you swollen? Lord Linghu?" A robot with a red body jumped over quickly and helped it up.

"It's okay, rice, you keep working. I may have been overworking recently and I was exhausted for a while." Black Tiger Tom said angrily.

It knew very well in his heart what was going on, but he couldn't tell it to outsiders.

The pain comes from the tiger saddle bound to the waist. Who did the good things naturally can be seen at a glance.

It staggered towards the ground, lying on the ground, watching the robots.

The robot called "Rice" is now back to work.

Then the pain occurs regularly.

It was puzzled, what was that Knight A doing?

It hurts, but it doesn’t hurt very much, but it just takes one long and one short, two long and one short, like this...

"Damn it, this bastard, I'm really trying to torture Mr. Tom," said the black cat Tom in disappointment, and then looked at the robots, "Does anyone inform me? Otherwise, how could he know that he was lazy?"

After a while, it had an idea and thought, could this be a secret code?

It quickly remembered what the hell is this code.

"It turned out to be Morse code." When he thought about this, he immediately understood what these pains meant.

"I'm going to find him at the highest peak of Rocky Mountain in America. I'm really pretty arrogant. Do you really treat Mr. Tom as a slave?"

Tom thought depressedly, then stood up honestly, told the robots that they had something to do, and continued to learn how to plant negative medicinal materials according to the previous textbooks.

The robots saluted it one by one and sent it away respectfully.

Behind every robot is an operation expert.

These days, those who are difficult to find a job are all elites who are selected from thousands of people.

To put it nicely, most people’s living conditions are when pigs are raised, serving as spiritual thoughts and magic batteries.

Modern people are not stupid, and you can understand this state at a glance.

There are only tens of millions of people who can obtain the operation rights of divine robots, and their work efficiency is dozens or hundreds of times higher than before.

Whether it is speed or physical strength, it far exceeds the state of mortals, and the upper limit of work efficiency depends on their proficiency in the robot's divine consciousness operation.

There is no shortage of experts who can make a fuss anywhere.

Just like the few small robots teleporting around in this medicine garden.

They are extremely flexible to intersperse under each medicinal plant, completing the tasks of deworming, fertilizing, raising seedlings, and singing at a speed that is difficult for the naked eye to recognize.

They don’t need to worry about physical strength. All operations are in a single thought. The speed of spiritual consciousness can determine their working efficiency.

The power of these robots also comes from divine thoughts, so they can be done extremely exquisitely.

Unlike those engineering robots, the power is still traditional diesel or gasoline engines, the power system determines that they must be stupid and rough, and their speed cannot exceed one limit.

Tom was too lazy to care about the work emotions of these mortals. He flew out of the secret realm of inheritance and reported to a lazy egg.

"Xiaohu has seen the Venerable, but I don't know what the Venerable has to do?" Heihu Tom said reluctantly.

It had already figured out the temper of this knight A and knew that the other party would not get angry for no reason.

If it were facing other strong men, even if it got up from the cat's nest in the middle of the night, it would not dare to show such a reluctant expression...

"Oh, that's right. I just saw the land being desolate, which is a pity. I just happened to kill the ghost master. This place should be very safe for a while, and there is no need to worry about ghosts causing trouble. So I asked you to come here just to speed up the development of wasteland outside," Fang Ning said this, deliberately paused.

"Hiss..." Heimao was shocked when he heard this, and said carefully, "I wonder which ghost master incarnation of his master destroyed?"

It will never suspect that the Knight A is lying, and the other party may not be an honest hero, but this kind of military achievements will never be lying. It is too easy to be seen through, and there are only a few Ghost Lords.

"Oh, it's a towering blood giant. It is said that its roots and feet are the incarnation of the powerful ghost master."

"It turned out to be it?" Black Cat Tom is a well-informed person and is familiar with these powerful people in the upper world.

Just like the people on earth before, many people knew who the president of the United States was, and they also knew how many great masters in the ghost world were.

You should know that the US president has been changing every four years, and it will be changed every eight years, while the Ghost World Master can be changed every million years.

This powerful ghost master is the best guy among the ghost masters. He was even defeated by the Knight Armor?

It's really hard to believe it, but it has to.

Even if the other party has arrived with the real dragon's divine thought, it will be able to defeat the Supreme of the Ghost Realm in just over four years. This is no longer a cheat!

This is totally cheating!

Thinking of this, it completely put away its reluctance in the future. It thought to myself, just make it fake and make it true, and devote itself to this guy, and can also achieve a golden result in the future.

Moreover, compared with other powerful people, this guy has the biggest advantage, which is that he is down-to-earth and does not have to worry about being demolished by crossing the river.

Other powerful people, such as the God of Death, are moody, unpredictable, and cannot figure it out at all. When they get along with each other, they have to worry about being sacrificed one day by the other party.

But following this guy, there was absolutely no such worry.

Fang Ning watched the black cat Tom's face change, as if he had opened a sauce shop.

Suddenly the old man reminded: "Hey, this guy is green!"

"Well, this undercover agent has become a friendly army, which is really embarrassing." Fang Ning said pretending.

"It is a throwaway to the darkness and turn to the light. Do you still want to refuse?" said the old man dissatisfied.

"Well, this fully proves that the path we are taking is correct. If we have the best of our help, even if we are former opponents, we will be influenced by the 'love and justice' we insist on and become our helper." Fang Ning said with great relief.

"Can you believe this? Isn't it succumb to my force?" the old man said disdainfully.
Chapter completed!