Chapter 93 prepare the game

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date="2021-05-11"

title="Chapter 93 prepare the game"

weight="129954"

series = ["I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon"]

mode = "manual"

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Lingan stayed upstairs for the next few days.

In addition to going downstairs to get takeout, he has been busy upstairs preparing all kinds of historical materials and materials of the Song Dynasty.

Within two days, his bedroom was full of history books.

There are orthodox "Shuzizhi Tongjian" and "History of the Song Dynasty", as well as various wild histories and jokes, as well as literati notes at that time, as well as various papers and research reports downloaded from the Internet.

The walls of the bedroom are hung with all kinds of maps, which are basically the political division and traffic roads of the border, administrative areas and surrounding areas of the Song Dynasty.

In short, he is well prepared.

Now, all that is left is to determine the time and the identity of the protagonist.

But.

There's no hurry!

Ling Ping an took out his cell phone and looked at the 'nightmare legend' icon above.

It's already counting down.

In another hour, he will be able to enter the virtual reality game world again and mow the grass happily.

The last game experience was really great!

So much so that even after a week, he still has endless memories.

So he laid down the work at hand.

Hold your phone and get ready to connect to the ring watch of the virtual reality game.

Then he quietly began to wait for the game to open.

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In the depths of the city of Chang'an, the layers of Xing Han Shaofu cover everything in it.

Liu Kui stood in front of a sacred kiln and watched a clay figurine he had just made by hand, which was sent into the sacred kiln.

He picked up his pen and began to record it on a piece of bamboo slips.

"the thirty-second firing experiment."

"the clay figurines are in good condition."

"the kiln is in good condition."

"the sacred kiln is recharged."

In the end, these words are condensed into one word on bamboo slips.

This is the great creation of the Tianshang Dynasty!

In the long time before Zulong was born, a dynasty called Tianshang ruled the land.

The royal family of Tianshang is a descendant of Tianfeng.

Therefore, they brought Tianfeng's writing skills to the world.

This method condenses countless words into one word by writing words on special bamboo slips, and it can also be encrypted.

After encryption, no one can see the condensed content of the word except the writer and the person who holds the password.

Therefore, in the Tianshang Dynasty, martial arts can only be mastered by aristocrats and sacrifices.

Civilians have never even heard of it!

It was not until the birth of Zulong that this situation was changed.

Zulong brought paper and printing. He swept the princes, unified the country, and established Xianqin.

Then he forcibly ordered the aristocrats and sacrifices who had mastered the art to hand over their passwords and collections of books.

Those who disobey die!

Go to hell with their tricks and passwords!

This is the famous book burning!

Liu Kui's eyes stared closely at the kiln.

As the psionic power in the kiln began to fill, a powerful spirit fire rose, and the clay figurines, which were mixed with a variety of special metals with special spirit clay, were gradually baked to make them blend.

The spirit can wander through their torso, forming a special pattern.

Half an hour later, the door of the kiln was opened.

A red, smoking terracotta figure came out of it.

The two agate stones embedded in its eyes lit up.

It knelt before its Creator and bowed its knees.

Liu Jing looked at it with both delight and regret.

Happily, he finally succeeded, but unfortunately, the terracotta figures he refined are not those made by Zulong.

It can only accept simple instructions and perform basic tasks.

But can not achieve and Zulong's terracotta warriors and bronze regiment, independent implementation of orders and tasks, and make corresponding judgments.

"according to legend, Zulong has refined three kinds of terracotta figures."

"what is refined today should be the first kind of refinement made by Zulong."

"so." Liu Zhi touched the book in his hand: "it is the first note of Zulong.". "

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Hanli jumped from a tall building and landed steadily on the ground.

The raving in the ear has marked all the ghosts and evil spirits around here.

"you can't get away." Hanli holds the spirit blade and runs at full speed in one direction.

As she ran, she put a seal on herself.

This is a skill she learned during this period of practicing "the spiritual sacrifice of the Deathwalker".

Its name is: the gift of the wind!

As a result, her long Bulk Up legs, she got the blessing and nostalgia of the wind.

Every step is as light as an elf.

Now, she can dance on the palm of the king, just like the ancient Han palace flying swallow.

However, she now uses this artistic footstep to track down her enemies.

An evil wizard who manipulates corpses and dead spirits.

Pedal!

She stepped over a collapsed wall, and the spiritual blade cut through its clumsy and ludicrous labyrinth.

A base where the lich has been operating in this area for a long time has been completely exposed in broad daylight.

After discovering that his spell had been broken, the monster with a staff made of human bone held his head high, looked at the hunter galloping towards him with Will-O-Wisp in his eyes, and immediately began to cast spells in a hurry.

"fear!" It recited the mantra, and a mass of bluish-gray aura overflowed from him.

"paralysis!" It produces ossified fingers and releases a mass of bluish-gray gas.

"Lightning!" A thunder was released from its staff.

If the average hunter, caught off guard, is bound to suffer a big loss, or even face to face, he will be knocked down by these three tricks.

However, the raving in the cold ear has already told her the characteristics and magic of this monster.

She jumped up gently, threw the spiritual blade out of her hand, and stabbed the fragile eye socket of the monster with powerful psionic powers.

At the same time, her body is under the protection of the wind, quietly, but extremely fast close to the other side behind.

Before he could react to it, a scarlet whip rolled up in Han Li's hand.

Bang! The long whip completely entangled the monster's head.

At this time, the throwing blade arrived belatedly and plunged into the dark eye socket of the monster.

Boom!

The witch's skeleton was broken all over the floor.

But it is still not dead, the ossification of the skull, the upper and lower bones closed one by one said: "succubus!"

"whose subordinate are you?!"

"I am human!" Hanli stepped on its bones: "Hunt your humans!"

"Oh!" There was a mocking smile in the lich's jaws: "Human?"

"sooner or later the world will become part of a great abyss!"

"Human beings. Your flesh and soul will be the nourishment of the eternal abyss! "

"you can't even do anything about me!"

It's a lich.

He has already hidden his life box in the abyss, and even if he dies here, the soul will be resurrected in the abyss.

"really?!" Hanli smiled, smiling very cute.

In the ear, she squatted down the plump body under the urging of raving, and then grabbed the head.

She looked at the lich's head and said, "if you hide your life box in the abyss, you can be foolproof?"

"wrong!"

So she took the head and placed a strange symbol on the ground with its bones.

This is Mr. Umm's gadget specially designed for abyss creatures.

Scientific, safe and effective creation.

Then she threw the lich's head into it.

He began to recite words of unknown meaning in his mouth.

As she sings, the symbols on the ground gradually shine.

It was only now that the witch knew something was wrong.

But it's too late!

Its bones vanish in the light, along with its life box hidden in the abyss.

When the light dissipated, there was only one thing on the ground-a round, white walnut.

That's the lich brain nucleus, the masterpiece of Mr. Umm.

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She sat slightly in the bedroom, looking at the clock on the wall.

The hour hand ticked slowly to 11:00.

The nightmare mark on her wrist began to burn.

"I don't know, can I meet my seniors this time?" I thought a little.

A few days ago, the story of the monk of the French Sea, who killed William, the duke of the werewolf, and subdued the headless knight Hill in Kunlun, had already spread all over the black garb.

Unfortunately, the divine monk is hard to find, and no one knows where he is and where he has gone.

Only Hou vaguely guessed that he was probably in the so-called nightmare world.

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