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Think of the human spirit as the heart of Tao and the spirit of dragons as the demon species. They first enter the demon from the Tao, and then from the demon to the Tao. In the repeated changes between the Tao heart and the demon species, they reach the highest state of the fusion of the Tao and the demon and the balance of yin and yang.

Of course, after all, one is to practice yin and yang true energy and sublimate the soul, and the other is to purify the dragon bloodline while retaining consciousness. The differences are quite large. Naturally, they have gone through many adaptations, additions and deletions. The most important later stages have significant differences.

the difference.

For example, "proliferation" and "projection" are inferred by Zhao Qing as involving the secret of cocoon rebirth of high-level dragons, the super-fast growth of cocoons and the projection of spirit into dragon eggs. These two important abilities of dragons may be

It is hidden in the alchemical laws of these two aspects.

According to her preliminary estimation, if she can successfully follow the bloodline cultivation method she has developed, when her spirit is perfect, she will be at least a powerful being at the ancient dragon level, with the potential to give birth to a huge dragon body, and her peak combat power will not be inferior.

For juveniles and even sub-adult dragon kings.

As a primitive "cultivation system", there is no doubt that the most talented people in this field are likely to reach the end. Obviously, Chu Zihang, who can reach the fourth degree of violent blood, and Ange, who can reach the third degree of violent blood, should be

The best candidates.

In fact, Chu Zihang, who is currently staying at home, has already practiced this system of exercises, and with Zhao Qing's tacit approval, he has a tendency to pass it on to his new acquaintance Yuan Zhisheng.

…

In the dead of night, Zhao Qing came to the moon and came to the church that was shaken by the explosion a few hours ago. The air was still filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, but more of it was a faint sadness, just like the breath of the city.

, heavy and deep.

She stood next to the ruins, closing her eyes and concentrating, feeling the cold breath left in the air. It was the marks left by the few mixed-race attackers Zhao Qing had spared on purpose, and their bodies were contaminated by a small amount of gel from the Xuanbing crystals.

, allowing her to track the whereabouts of these people.

Soon, Zhao Qing bypassed the bustling street market, passed through the deep alleys, and gradually approached Kilburn District in northwest London.

Along the way, she randomly attracted a swarm of moths. Under her guidance, these little creatures were like loyal spies, searching for traces of the icy aura, increasing the efficiency of their search.

Kilbourne is one of the worst communities in London. It is a dark place that is not very glamorous, but it is also a place full of stories.

In the late 19th century and early 20th century, Irish immigrants and Jewish immigrants were the first to move here. Since then, immigrants from the Caribbean, Latin America, sub-Saharan Africa and Eastern European countries have poured in, making it a

A "melting pot" where diverse cultures come together.

Zhao Qing stood high on a building on the street and scanned the land.

She saw a convoy of Irish homeless people, the clothes on the makeshift clothes pole fluttering in the wind. The mother and the girls were doing some housework. The red-haired young people were burning the garbage from the previous day with a fire. There were written on their faces.

Full of vicissitudes and tenacity.

A few streets away, gangsters from two different communities were secretly trading drugs, their figures looming in the darkness; homeless people were huddled under bus stop signs and awnings, looking for a moment of peace.

No matter poor or rich, no matter what situation they are in, people are living hard in their own way.

She continued to move forward, weaving through the streets. The attackers did not gather together to report to the mastermind or escape further away, but dispersed back to their respective old houses.

Faint light.

"Have the superiors of these people cut off contact with them?"

Zhao Qing's heart moved slightly, and he had roughly guessed the reason for this incident. He quickly calmed down and entered the state of self-contemplation. "The great wisdom is leisurely, indifferent in the inanimate world; the real machine is silent, free in the silence."

among".

In the blink of an eye, gurgling "blood" suddenly started flowing in her body, gradually forming a complex circulation state, and red lines extending from her heart into the depths of darkness, successfully simulating the spirit of Yan Ling?

The effect of tying Luo.

Although it is just an insubstantial body and spirit, Zhao Qing has been able to try to simulate the system of removing the true qi by relying on the Great Circle Mirror Wisdom and the increasingly unpredictable Wanxianghaoxu Gong, with a general understanding of its principles and information.

The secret method of external skills.

Dragon bloodlines below a certain level are no exception.

…

At the same time, in a remote place in the Kilburn district of London, an ancient manor was hidden in the night. The moonlight filtered through the treetops and shone on the spire of the manor.

In the underground space deep inside the manor, in the secret laboratory of the Solomon Temple Society, the air was filled with the faint smell of disinfectant water, intertwined with the unique cold smell of metal and machines in the laboratory.

In the corridor of the laboratory, the lights were dim, as if they might be extinguished at any time. Rows of hematopoietic stem cell culture tanks were flashing with faint blue light. A distance away, many strange bones like dragons and snakes were soaked in the amalgam solution in the glass jar.

, the cut surface exudes a dark golden glow.

At the end of the corridor, several people with half of their skulls cut open were lying quietly on a cold metal table, with tubes equipped with monitoring instruments inserted into their heads. Beside them were some skinny patients with surgical scars on their bodies.

They are all over the place, like empty shells with their souls drained out, their eyes are numb and lifeless.

Deeper in the laboratory, Dr. Wesker was wearing a white coat, with an expression on his face that was both calm and fanatical. He was preparing for a thrilling and precise operation. His eyes passed through the operation report handed over by his assistant, and finally

It fell on the elderly wealthy man on the operating table.

The rich man had been deeply anesthetized, his face was pale and slack, and his body was covered with various tubes and instruments; and in the culture tank nearby, a high-level hybrid baby cultured by cloning was lying quietly, its

The umbilical cord has not been cut yet, and the blood is still flowing slowly in the circulatory system.

"Are you sure this baby's bloodline is pure enough?" Dr. Wesker asked in a low voice to the assistant on the side, a young and silent man, whose eyes revealed his absolute loyalty to Dr. Wesker.

"Yes, doctor. This baby's bloodline is the best result we have obtained after many screenings and improvements. Its genetic structure is stable without any signs of degeneration." The assistant's voice was low and firm.

"How are you preparing for many other matters?" Dr. Wesker's voice was low and calm, as if there was no emotion at all.

Assistant Arnold stood aside, his eyes revealing a bit of nervousness and anticipation. He replied: "Everything is ready, doctor. We have pre-processed the rich man's blood and can now exchange it."

Dr. Wesker nodded, and his eyes turned to the baby again. He gently stroked the edge of the petri dish, as if stroking a precious work of art. After all, as a disposable item required for this operation, each

The infant costs nearly ten million dollars.

Then, Wesker took a deep breath and gave himself a shot of sedative and two shots of local blood activator. After the fine white scales on his hand disappeared and the stability reached its peak, he picked up a small hand with alchemical lines.

scalpel.

In the operating room, the lights were dim, with only a few operating lights aimed at the bed emitting dazzling light.

Dr. Wesker's eyes were as sharp as a falcon, staring at the sophisticated operating table in front of him. His knife skills were skillful and precise. He carefully cut open the rich man's blood vessel, inserted a catheter into it, and inserted another catheter into it.

The catheter is inserted into the baby's body.

As a machine nearby started up, a bright red liquid began to flow slowly. It was the blood in the baby's body and was flowing to the rich man's body through the catheter. At the same time, the aging blood in the rich man's body was flowing through another tube.

The catheter flows out and is discarded in a nearby container.

As time went by, the old rich man's face began to gradually become rosy, his skin gradually became smooth and elastic, and his breathing became strong and even. However, the mixed-race baby gradually lost its vitality due to excessive blood loss.

This is the so-called blood transfusion technology. The principle is derived from the medical phenomenon that fetal cells can enter the mother's blood circulation in small amounts and differentiate into new cells in the heart, liver, thyroid, etc.

In actual observations, some ordinary mothers who gave birth to A-level hybrids were found to have significantly improved physical fitness after childbirth, approaching the level of ultra-low-level blood descendants such as F-level or even E-level, and could even barely produce children.

Faint psychic vision.

For humans, these cells can last for about 27 years in the circulation system. If they are replaced with high-level hybrid fetal blood that has the potential to stimulate pluripotency, or even real baby dragon fetal blood, theoretically this time can still be maintained.

Significantly extended.

Dr. Wesker plans to use this technology to inject the excellent genes in the blood of mixed-race babies into the body of the rich man, thereby evolving his bloodline, extending his lifespan, and making him "rejuvenated" - of course, each operation can last as long as

limited.

…

Just as the operation was about to be completed, Dr. Wesker stared at the wealthy man who was getting better and better on the operating table, with a satisfied smile on his face. Then, he suddenly stopped what he was doing and turned off the blood transfusion pump.

He turned to another fat assistant with a full moon face, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Do you know why I want to perform this operation?"

The assistant was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head: "It's because the customer paid tens of millions of pounds and wanted to use our cutting-edge technology to evolve his bloodline and extend his lifespan."

"This is only a superficial reason." Dr. Wesker shook his head, "Actually, my real purpose is to transplant your brain into the head of a rich man, thereby replacing his identity and inheriting his position of power.

"

The assistant's expression changed, but he quickly regained his composure: "I understand, doctor. I will fully cooperate with your plan."

Dr. Wesker smiled slightly, walked slowly to half a meter away from the assistant, suddenly opened the other person's heart with a scalpel, and injected a tube of purple reagent into it: "This is what I, the Solomon Temple, will 'absorb'

'A common method for new members. And you are the best candidate I carefully selected."

Arnold, the old assistant, expressionlessly took over the fallen "corpse" of his colleague, lifted it up and placed it on another operating table. Not only was there no sadness in his eyes, but there was a hint of envy in his eyes.

look.

As far as he knew, the new assistant's brain was originally a cloned product of the wealthy gene from this operation. It was created and cultivated in advance and instilled with the memory of loyalty to the Solomon Temple. His entire purpose in life was to transform his "original

body" instead.

In order to ensure the success of the transplant, Dr. Wesker even temporarily transplanted the assistant's brain into the body of a brainless person, using modern medical technology to maintain his life activities, so as to obtain the other person's neural response data through training, so that he could perform temporary surgery during the operation.

fine-tuning of connections.

As for the problem of memory loss that may be discovered, just trap the former rich man's consciousness in a "brain in a vat" and torture him for a period of time, and he will naturally spit it out - no one can bear this endless and unlimited

punishment.

Although Cushing's syndrome caused by forcibly suppressing the rejection reaction occurred during this process, in Dr. Wesker's view, this was just a small setback on the road to success.

The second operation began. The assistant's body, which had been injected with a tube of reagent, had lost its vitality, but his brain was still active. Dr. Wesker carefully took out the assistant's brain and put it into a special container.

Keep it alive.
To be continued...