The sudden sword spirit made Wang Ming and Ghost Toudao fall into a daze for a while. Logically speaking, as an ordinary person without spiritual power, Wang Ming was almost impossible to give birth to a sword spirit in such a mortal body. But.
What is happening now cannot even be explained by a reasonable reason...
This is "Daily Life of the Immortal King", not "Diary of Sword Spirit Cohabitation"!
Could it be that it really is my birthday halo?
For a moment, Wang Ming felt that this explanation was not unreasonable.
After all, when Wang Ling celebrated his birthday in previous years, he would send gifts in advance.
At this summer camp, he deliberately pulled Wang Ling into a room with him, which was actually a hint that Wang Ling could give gifts.
But after waiting for a long time, Wang Ling didn't send it.
Under such an unusual situation, Wang Ming actually had a feeling that this sword spirit might have been arranged by Wang Ling and would automatically possess his Tiancai sword on his birthday.
Because Wang Ming himself clearly remembered that he told Wang Ling a while ago that he was improving the Tiancai Sword. The summer camp had not yet started at that time. If this sword spirit was really sent by Wang Ling, there would indeed be enough time.
to arrange.
Thinking of this, Wang Ming held his chin and carefully looked at the long-haired young man in front of him.
Suddenly, he remembered the self-introduction of the fish-eyed sword spirit when it appeared: "Wait... you said your name is Kunshan?"
The young man nodded: "This is my name in my previous life. The new sword master can call me Tiancai. The name of the sword spirit is freely defined according to the sword name of the sword master..."
"You actually remember your previous life?" Wang Ming was shocked.
He glanced at the dark blue spiritual sword in his hand. Wang Ming remembered that this sword seemed to be called Kunshan... It couldn't be such a coincidence, right?
"Of course I remember." The young man sighed: "In my previous life, I was tricked by the previous sword master and unfortunately fell into the dead sea of space. Now I have re-accorded to the call of heaven and met you, the new sword master. I didn't expect that you are still in this vast ocean.
In the sea... It seems that this is really a fate! Is the sword master going on a trip at the moment?"
"No……"
Wang Ming shook his head: "Look carefully, this is the Dead Sea in space."
youth:"……"
Tiancai seemed to have suffered a blow. He didn't speak for a long time. He just looked at the boundless space in front of him with watery eyes, his expression slightly sentimental, and the memory of his previous life seemed like it was yesterday.
The memory of the sword spirit will not disappear. After self-destruction, it is equivalent to abandoning the original sword master. Falling into the catastrophe of reincarnation is the punishment of heaven. He went through the tribulation from reincarnation for more than a hundred years before he was finally freed and reborn.
But who would have thought that after going in a big circle, he would come back again!
Sure enough...is it fate that plays tricks on people?
After a long time, Tiancai looked up to the sky and sighed: "That's it, maybe this is my fate..."
"Don't be so pessimistic, we may not be able to go out."
Wang Ming smiled and returned to chatting, but the work at hand did not stop there.
Tiancai was overjoyed: "Sir Sword Master, can we really go out? Do you need me to do anything?"
While Wang Ming was piecing together the parts, he raised his eyes and glanced at the ghost-head knife on the other end of the bamboo raft: "Have you seen that blade? Can you beat him?"
The Ghost Head Sword instantly exuded an insidious and sinister aura...
Tiancai shrugged: "It seems I can't beat him."
Wang Ming: "So, you'd better live well."
Tiancai: "..."
However, this also made Wang Ming discover a very interesting phenomenon: they all have dead eyes, and it seems that the less they talk, the stronger they are!
In the blink of an eye, half a day passed. Wang Ming relied on the broken magic weapons on the sea to assemble more and more parts, and they were all stored in the storage ring by Wang Ming.
"Cut this thing for me."
Wang Ming handed over a piece of rice cooker magic weapon he caught to Tiancai.
There was a broken sealing talisman affixed to the rice cooker. Wang Ming speculated that it should be some kind of sealing magic weapon.
Because of the emergence of Tiancai, the cutting of items has been greatly accelerated again, which just solves Wang Ming's urgent need... The emergence of Tiancai is not useless at all.
Although Guitou Dao didn't speak, he was always watching from the side. Every time he asked Wang Ming about the progress, Wang Ming always said he was almost done.
He needed to wait for the opportunity and wait for Wang Ming to assemble the things before he started.
Although the electric rice cooker he just caught is dilapidated, it contains what Wang Ming wants most. He wants to transform this rice cooker into a hub that can be embedded with psychic cores, and use the hub as the power to finally realize it.
Free control of the entire machine.
What he wants to invent is not just a psychic amplifier!
——But a wearable humanoid assembled magic weapon similar to the Führer 001!
However, Wang Ming feels that even if this machine is invented, it can only be used once at most... because many of the data parameters on the design drawings were calculated by him mentally. This is not because Wang Ming is not confident in his mental calculations, but because he has to assemble such a machine.
For complex machines, it is best to use scientific instruments to conduct precise deductions. Only after repeated calculations hundreds of times can we achieve better results.
Now, Wang Ming can only ensure that the machine he invented has as much durability as possible and can survive the difficulties!
You must know that the materials collected now are not afraid of corrosion by space spiritual liquid, and can withstand space storms without any problems!
Anyway, as long as you can leave this space and the Dead Sea!
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Time passes minute by minute.
At this time, Guitou Dao finally realized that something seemed wrong...
He had seen the drawings of the psychic amplifying cannon provided by Wang Ming. There were not as many parts on it as what Wang Ming had pieced together now! Although he didn't know what these parts were for or what they were going to use them for, but Guitou
Dao feels that he still knows how to count!
His math teacher died young, and he himself had no education, but he could always do 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7!
"Boy, what on earth are you playing?" The small black blade was already floating, emitting terrible air pressure.
While Wang Ming was assembling it, Guitou Dao was not idle. He had been adjusting his breath. The spiritual power in the dead sea of space was very thin, but it was not absent... After such a long time, Guitou Dao recovered a lot.
"finished!"
At the same time as Guitou Dao asked, Wang Ming also completed the assembly of the last component, the "Psychic Hub".
"Tiancai! Cover me!"
At this time, Wang Ming stood up and inserted the ring containing spiritual power into the spiritual energy hub. At the next moment, endless parts flew out of the ring, covering Wang Ming's body as if given life.
Airtight!
Tiancai was shocked: "Sword Master... this is..."
He knew that Wang Ming's identity was just an ordinary person, but just during the assembly process of Wang Ming, Tiancai also discovered something special about Wang Ming - it turned out that his sword master was not ordinary, but a real genius!
"Damn it, how dare you lie to me! You didn't make an amplifier at all!" Guitou Dao finally realized that he had been deceived, and became furious and prepared to attack Wang Ming.
"No, I did." Wang Ming smiled and shook his head.
He did make a psychic amplifier cannon, but he placed the psychic amplifier cannons on the left and right arms of his mecha in the form of parts.
"How is it possible! You are just a mortal body! How can you defeat a cultivator!" Guitou Dao roared.
"I am no longer Wang Ming..."
Wang Ming stared at the Ghost Head Sword, and his expression suddenly turned cold: "I am... Niu Hulu Wang Ming!"
That’s it for now…
At this time, Wang Ming raised his right arm.
An automatic aiming lens appeared out of thin air in his eye socket.
Everything is done in one go!
This mecha has a mechanism that automatically recognizes murderous intent and locks on the Ghost Head Saber almost instantly!
At this moment, Guitou Dao was so frightened that he froze!