Lu Zhengkang entered the turquoise tower. The half-plane of the reception area on the first floor was well preserved and was generally relatively complete. From this point of view, the strength of this tower was the strongest known to date.
After looking around for a moment, he saw an interesting space piled up with luxurious decorations, with a baroque feel, various entertainment facilities, offices, reception areas, counters, etc., all with detailed partitions.
.The space in the demiplane is vast, and similarly, the number of living corpses here is also extremely large.
Lu Zhengkang squatted at the door, squinting and writing down the locations of the ten zombie apprentices in the reception area in front of him.
Anyone who plays psychological tactics is dirty.
In other words, this group of people turned into living corpses, otherwise even Lu Zhengkang would not dare to break into the turquoise tower.
It's not scary to be noticed by a person with psychic abilities, but it would be terrible to be noticed by a group of people with psychic abilities.
The methods of this group of psychics are extremely dark. Speaking from Lu Zhengkang’s experience after working in the game for so many years, if all mental spellcasters are shot, there will definitely be innocent people, but if every other person
If you shoot one, there will definitely be fish that slip through the net.
Reflective shields, short-distance teleportation, time jumps, and extra-dimensional shelters. Under normal circumstances, it is difficult to find their physical locations, unless it is attribute crushing, the eye of truth, and some unreasonable characteristics such as psychic immunity.
Stack it high, or just turn the surrounding area into a dead magic zone, otherwise it will be easy to be overturned by these dirty things.
Give them a chance to breathe and then they can put on their wings and fly away.
Lu Zhengkang himself also likes to play with the spirit. To a certain extent, he is self-aware...
As for now, as I said before, there is no need to worry about these people turning into living corpses.
After making a sign of a human head, Lu Zhengkang raised his hand and threw the flying sword. To be honest, he was also a genius in cultivation. He was extremely proficient in all kinds of techniques. He even knew how to control a sword without a teacher. It was as if just a thought in his mind could come true.
He shot out this golden rainbow, and in the middle of the
The road divided into dozens of paths, just enough to give each living corpse wandering in the reception area a sword, but the accuracy was not clear for everyone. Some had their necks cut off by him, some just cut off the Tianling Cap, and some were more biased and chopped.
It was on the waist and abdomen, but it was finally cut off.
Feijian's attack was still very powerful, and all of them were instant kills. Fortunately, the zombies reacted slowly, otherwise Lu Zhengkang might have had to switch tactics first if there was to be a successful release warning.
The dead living corpses turned into salt, and what was left behind were basically gold coins. Of course, there were also other debris dropped, such as materials for upgrading weapons, media for alchemical transformation, magic potions, and ashes, but they just wouldn't drop.
When it comes to dropping key items, such as access cards, even if each of these zombies has one, they just won't drop them. Lu Zhengkang has to search all over the place to find them in a specific location.
The reception area was empty, so he came in and plundered it. All he found was a pile of meaningless spell books, a set of apprentice robes, and some stone statues summoned by residents of the shelter. They were all junk.
Speaking of which, Lu Zhengkang is actually quite curious about how to use magic on the Nameless Island. There is no magic network here, and there are no natural elements. What on earth are they sensing? Could it be the Space-Time Double Tree?
It is not impossible. The double tree of time and space is the lowest concept of "Three Worlds". Since the Nameless Island is built on this framework, it will continue to use this setting.
Lu Zhengkang has not met the mage sect here yet, otherwise, he can still talk to them.
He is too desperate for the truth now.
Lu Zhengkang was working steadily on the nameless island, but the uneasiness in his heart was constantly increasing. This uneasiness was like a green-skinned poisonous snake hiding in the long grass, with cold scales and deadly fangs, but
He never showed up, leaving Lu Zhengkang to ponder and search. Every step closer to the truth brings him one step closer to the abyss. He must find a way to break this vicious cycle, otherwise there will be a disaster waiting for him.
His doubts about the authenticity of his own existence, his boundless and sneaky worship of nihilism, everything gnawed at him like a bug. He just moved forward according to inertia, his soul soared high, but his butt was delayed.
Landed.
——Just like Master Tang in "Let the Bullets Fly".
Lu Zhengkang, who was feeling pain in his heart, vented his anger on the living corpses on the Nameless Island. The flying sword in his hand became faster and faster, and he became more and more surprised. The Qi Dan rotated rapidly, and mana was poured into the flying sword, as if blood was flowing into it.
The organs are the same, Lu Zhengkang can experience this feeling.
Feijian carried his thoughts. From a monotonous tool with only an approximate tactile sense, it slowly extended into a more complex system. Feijian gradually developed a sense of smell, vision, direction, and a sense of direction.
The sense of balance...the magic power of Qi Dan, Lu Zhengkang's will, the brain, bones, flesh and skin that make up the flying sword. This
It is the state where man and sword merge into one. Lu Zhengkang is just a beginner and has reached this state. Naturally, he can be said to be gifted. If he is a serious Qi practitioner and has practiced the art of transforming his body into a rainbow, he can even be attached to it.
In Feijian's sword energy, not only the power of the sword energy increases sharply, but also there is no need to worry about being attacked by others on the fragile body. It can be said that it is unparalleled in battle.
The splendid golden flying dragon is like a spark leaping in the sky, its sword energy is powerful for three thousand miles, it comes like the wind and sends the moon, and it returns like the waves of the sea.
Lu Zhengkang is like a stern bystander. With the senses of his flesh shell and the senses of the flying sword, he has a sophisticated intuition about the surrounding space distance, energy fluctuations, ups and downs of thoughts, living things and dead things.
Objects are invisible in his eyes, and he has an extra vision called salt.
The Nameless Island is cold, but salt is the infrared here. Salt is everything. It is an indicator of intelligence and weight. The more salt there is, the stronger the monster will be, and the clearer Lu Zhengkang's senses will be.
He stood in a secret corner, using his flying sword to look for enemies everywhere.
Lu Zhengkang enjoyed the endless salt that gathered on him along with the trajectory of the flying sword massacre.
The candle flame exploded, and the deceased rested in his light, feeding back to him a steady stream of power.
The deer Zhengkang was glowing, and the brilliant antlers were like a miniature of the stars. He felt his incomparable divinity.
He was slightly absent-minded.
What a wonderful feeling.
Intoxicating.
Different from the power he had when he was the pope, he got down from the throne and personally picked up the butcher knife. This kind of intuitive killing made the bestiality in his genes tremble.
The more elegant, sophisticated, and artistic the killing, the more addictive it is like poison.
Put aside all unnecessary worries, just simply enjoy the art you created, watch the progress of pushing pictures soar rapidly, as if victory is so easy to come by, in this process, the reflection on human nature is like a cloud that can be waved away.
Lu Zhengkang murmured: False people and false love will all die!