Lu Zhengkang felt that he was really... He did not stay in the hallucination for hundreds of years. At best, he stayed for more than half a century. He went from the beginning of the century to the end of the century.
However, he has never been able to leave his low-rent house, nor is he hungry or tired. He is too lazy to count the sun rising and setting outside the window. The fun every day is to play outdated games on the computer. This crap is very fast.
It is behind the times. Both consoles and PCs are evolving rapidly. The outside world seems to be very beautiful. It was even turbulent for a while, but it has nothing to do with Lu Zhengkang. This house is forgotten.
He stood on the balcony and watched the modern city flourish. The tall buildings were like mirrors, reflecting light.
It was becoming more and more like the end of the century in my memory. The residential building he was in had never been demolished, which greatly affected the appearance of the city. It was later launched into space. Lu Zhengkang looked at the earth getting further and further away from him with a confused look on his face.
"???"
Lu Zhengkang left the earth at the speed of light. Although it was an illusion, it was also a bit bizarre. He watched himself leave the Milky Way, rush out of the local galaxy group, rush out of the observable universe, and run all the way to the outside of the universe. He saw a path surrounding
The world's spiraling ouroboros.
The snake stared at Lu Zhengkang, with complicated expressions in its eyes that could hold billions of galaxies.
When Lu Zhengkang saw the Ouroboros, the save bar popped up. He understood that his golden finger was given by this snake.
"Hey!" Lu Zhengkang greeted the big snake while lying on the balcony.
Ouroboros' thoughts rushed over like a gamma ray burst. Lu Zhengkang's eyes turned pure white and he lost consciousness in an instant.
Feeling groggy, as if he was falling rapidly from a high altitude, Lu Zhengkang felt chills all over his body, and he heard a sentence in his ear: "Give you the ability to redeem regrets, and you will live happily in this life."
He woke up from the sensation of falling rapidly.
At this time, he felt that the sea of Qi in Tanzhong was completely empty. The heart seal was brilliant, and there was an extra grain of "sand" in this funnel-shaped seal. It was a small square seal. It was the Chief Photographer of Chitian Hades Palace.
Tao Seal.
Looking inside the dantian, the misty essence has now turned into a sea of blood. Countless broken weapons are deposited on the seabed. In the sea, in the sky, dense square walls surround a delicate ghost city. It is still empty even now.
of.
The chief seal of Hades was shaken, and Yu Salamander flew out from the whale bone boat, threw himself into the ghost city, and turned into a large banner, fluttering leisurely in the prison camp in the city.
Lu Zhengkang thought about it for a while, thinking about giving his own underworld a name. However, in his impression, the names of such ghost towns, such as Fengdu and Wusi City, were not very nice, but if they were nice and elegant, they would not sound good.
In line with the temperament of a ghost town, there is no name I like, but if I don’t name it now, I will be even more lazy to name it in the future.
He sat in a daze for a while, but in the end he couldn't think of a name for Xindaya, so he still called it Chitian Underworld, or Chiming City for short.
The process of advancing to the demon stage went smoothly. Lu Zhengkang looked around and saw a layer of blood condensing on the walls of the earthen house. These were the phenomena caused by his overflowing mana and would not fade for hundreds of years.
He walked out the door. The sky was overcast and it seemed that it would rain soon. The Chitian people were waiting outside in a long queue. Lu Zhengkang asked them: "How was the hunting?"
"We captured a nest of fox demons, a pig demon, and several mandrills, and they have all been torn into pieces." Yu Dong answered honestly, "Master, have you been promoted?"
"How long has it been?" Lu Zhengkang started stretching. He felt that his buttocks were numb from sitting cross-legged.
"Seven days."
"Oh, it's been a long time, indeed. It's been a long time." Lu Zhengkang said nonchalantly to the Chitian people, "I have cultivated the magical powers of the underworld. From now on, you can go to the underworld to live after you die."
This news just made everyone nod. Just as planned, it was a certainty that the Demon Lord would develop magical powers, and everyone knew what he was more concerned about now.
Yu Dong said: "Master, shall we set off now? To Fengcheng."
Lu Zhengkang squinted his eyes and looked to the west, "Do you feel it?"
The soul-cultivating disciples all nodded.
"Swordsmen are in action in the world, and a large number of corpses and souls are waiting for us to clean up. It is indeed after the autumn harvest, and it is the time of mourning. Next, you can go west to help those who are suffering and those who are angry.
Soul liberation. You can spread the "Red Sky Xuanming Mantra to Save the World and Purify the World" and let the people who are willing to come to my underworld after death recite it."
The Chitian people took the order, set up the bone boat, and flew west carrying a cloud of blood.
As for Lu Zhengkang, he was carefree and walked slowly towards Fengcheng.
The world is so prosperous, but without him, Lu Zhengkang, would have lost three points of color. Now that he has achieved his magical skills, the only thing left is the accumulation of time. When his servants collect the souls and transform them into soldiers in the underworld, for each additional one, he will
The combat power will be increased by one point. Furthermore, there is the refining of magic weapons. The better the spiritual material, the more mana and time it takes to sharpen it. For example, a flying sword may not be able to be refined for hundreds of years.
However, there are naturally thousands of methods for refining treasures. The magic weapon production process inherited by the Chitian lineage is also more industrial. The main purpose is to shorten the time by letting tool workers work together to refine the magic weapon, and to dismantle the magic weapon and refine it part by part.
, the whale bone boat was dismantled into more than 300 parts, and it took nearly four months to take shape. It has the basic function of being a magic weapon, and the refining of this thing will continue until the material of the magic weapon is
Until it can't bear more mana.
Before Lu Zhengkang left Tongling Mountain, he bought a hundred kilograms of black iron ingots from a famous blacksmith at the foot of the mountain. In exchange for a heart seal and the "Secret Candle White Bone Temple", he calculated carefully that he had no money.
A tool man returned.
One hundred kilograms of dark iron is the size of two fists. Lu Zhengkang was thinking about how to make good use of these materials. Recently, his hair has grown to his tailbone, and he usually wraps a square scarf on his head, and the long hair behind him is
It hangs down naturally. A fisherman girl often braids it for him, which is quite interesting. But now, he wants to make a hairband iron ring.
Just make a "worry-free child". It is a magic weapon in the shape of a circle. It can be as big or small as you want. It can be put on your wrists or ankles, or used as a headband. When you encounter an opponent, you can throw the worry-free child out.
Put a set on someone's neck, the iron ring shrinks, and the head can be rolled off.
As the saying goes, no worries, no worries, no worries, people are here to solve problems, but they can only be cured once in a lifetime, and once they are treated, they will be taken care of for the rest of their lives.
Lu Zhengkang tossed the black iron ingot up and down, as if he was playing with a brick, holding a ball of spiritual fire in his hand. The black iron ingot shone brightly red. Every time it was thrown, the physical properties of the black iron ingot became purer. When it is completely refined,
Then you can start making magic weapons.
He headed northwest, traveling during the day and sleeping in the open at night. After a week, the red iron ingot was kneaded and pulled by him like a piece of dough. Lu Zhengkang was like a traveling busker. His hair was disheveled, and his image was not to mention pitiful.
In this way, he encountered a calamity and was stopped by him. What kind of justice is this?
"Let's discuss it, I don't have money." Lu Zhengkang smiled.