novelPreparing for the Game
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For the next few days, Ling Pingan stayed upstairs.
Apart from going downstairs to get takeout, he was busy preparing all kinds of historical materials and materials for the Song dynasty.
In less than two days, his bedroom was filled with all kinds of historical books.
There were the orthodox "Xu Zizhi Tongjian" and "History of Song", as well as all kinds of unofficial histories and jokes. There were also the notes of scholars at that time, as well as all kinds of papers and research reports downloaded from the Internet.
There were also various maps hanging on the wall of the bedroom. They were basically the boundaries of the Song dynasty, the administrative regions, and the surrounding regions, as well as the traffic routes.
In short, he had already done sufficient preparation.
Now, all that was left was to determine the time and the identity of the main character.
However..
There was no rush!
Ling Pingan took out his phone and looked at the icon of the "Nightmare Legend" on it.
It was already counting down.
In another hour, he would be able to enter the virtual reality game world again and happily mow the grass.
The last game experience was really great!
So much so that even though a week had passed, he was still basking in the glow of it.
So, he put down the work at hand.
Holding his phone, he prepared to connect to the ring watch of the virtual reality game.
Then, he quietly waited for the game to open.
...
In the depths of Chang'an, the array formations of the star Han Shaofu covered everything.
Liu Zhi stood in front of a divine kiln and watched as a clay figurine he had just made was sent into the divine kiln.
He picked up a pen and began to record on a bamboo slip.
"The thirty-second firing experiment..."
"The clay figurine is in good condition..."
"The divine kiln is in good condition..."
"The divine kiln is charged..."
Finally, these words were condensed into one word on the bamboo slip.
This was the great creation of the Tianshang dynasty!
Long before the ancestral dragon descended into the world, the dynasty called Tianshang ruled this land.
The royal family of Tianshang was the descendants of the Heavenly Phoenix.
Hence, they brought the words of the Heavenly Phoenix to the human world.
This spell condensed countless words into a single word by writing them on a special bamboo slip. It could even be encrypted.
No one could see the condensed content of the words after the encryption, other than the person who wrote the words and the person who knew the password.
Therefore, in the Tianshang dynasty, magic was knowledge that only nobles and priests could master.
The commoners had never even heard of it!
Only when the ancestral dragon came into the world did the situation change.
The ancestral dragon brought paper and the printing technique. He swept across the feudal vassals, unified the country, and established the Immortal Qin.
Then, he forcefully ordered the nobles and priests who had previously mastered magic to hand over their passwords and books.
Those who did not obey would die!
They would die along with their spells and passwords!
This was the famous burning of books and burying of scholars!
Liu Zhi's eyes were fixed on the divine kiln.
As the psionic power in the divine kiln began to overflow, a powerful spiritual fire rose up and gradually roasted the clay figurine that was mixed with special spiritual mud and various special metals, causing them to fuse together.
Spiritual Energy swam around their bodies, forming many special patterns.
An hour later, the door of the divine kiln was opened.
A red pottery figurine that was still emitting smoke walked out from it.
The two agate stones inlaid in its eyes lit up.
It knelt in front of its creator and bent its knees to worship.
Liu Zhi watched with both joy and regret.
He was happy that he had finally succeeded, but regretful that the terracotta figurine he had refined was not the same as the one that the ancestral dragon had refined.
It could only understand simple commands and carry out basic tasks.
It could not do the same as the ancestral dragon's terracotta soldier corps and the bronze legions. It could carry out orders and tasks on its own and make corresponding judgments.
"Legend has it that the ancestral dragon refined three kinds of terracotta warriors..."
"What I refined today should be the first kind of terracotta warriors that the ancestral dragon refined..."
"So..." Liu Zhu touched the book in his hand."It's the notes of the ancestral dragon at the beginning..."
...
Han Li jumped down from the tall building and landed steadily on the ground.
The murmurs in her ears had helped her identify all the ghosts and evil spirits nearby.
"You can't run away..." Han Li held the spirit blade and ran rapidly in a certain direction.
As she ran, she added a seal to herself.
This was a spell that she had learned from practicing the Spiritual Sacrifice of the Deathwalker.
And thus was its name—Gift of the Wind!
Thus, her slender and beautiful legs were blessed and cherished by the wind.
Every step she took was as light as an elf.
She could now dance on the palm of the king like the swallows in the Han Palace in ancient times.
However, she now used this artistic footwork to track her enemy.
An evil wizard who manipulated corpses and undead spirits.
Thud thud thud!
She stepped over a collapsed wall, and the spirit blade cut open the clumsy and ridiculous maze it had set up.
She completely exposed a base that the lich had been operating in this area for a long time in broad daylight.
After discovering that its spell had been destroyed, the monster holding a staff made of human bones raised its head. The ghost fire in its eyes looked at the demon hunters rushing toward it and immediately began to cast spells in a hurry.
"Fear!" It chanted a spell, and a mass of greenish-gray spiritual energy overflowed from its body.
"F*ck!" It grew a bony finger and released a mass of greenish-gray gas.
"Lightning!" A bolt of lightning was released from its staff.
If an ordinary demon hunter was caught off guard, they would definitely suffer a great loss. They might even be defeated by these three moves in one move.
However, the murmurs in Han Li's ears had already told her the characteristics and spells of the monster.
She jumped up lightly and threw out the spirit blade in her hand. With powerful psionic power, she stabbed at the monster's fragile eye socket.
At the same time, under the protection of the wind, she quietly and quickly approached the monster's back.
Before the monster could react, a scarlet long whip was rolled up in Han Li's hand.
Crackle! The long whip completely wrapped around the monster's head.
At this moment, the spirit blade that was thrown out came too late and pierced into the monster's pitch-black eye socket.
Boom!
The Lich's skeleton shattered all over the ground.
But it was still not dead. On the skull that had turned into white bones, the upper and lower jaw bones opened and closed as it said, "Succubus!"
"Who do you report to?!"
"I'm a human!" Han Li stepped on its bones."The human who hunted you!"
"Ha!" The Lich's jaw let out a mocking smile."Human?"
"This world will become a part of the great abyss sooner or later!"
"Human... your flesh and soul will become nutrients for the Eternal Abyss!"
"You can't even do anything to me!"
It was a lich.
It had already hidden its phylactery in the abyss. Even if it died here, its soul would be resurrected in the abyss.
"Is that so?!" Han Li smiled. It was a very cute smile.
She whispered in her ears. Under the urging of the ravings, she squatted down on her increasingly plump body and grabbed the head.
She looked at the Lich's head."You think hiding the phylactery in the Abyss is foolproof?!"
"Wrong!"
And so she held the head and placed a strange symbol on the ground with its bones.
It was a small invention designed by Umr for abyssal creatures.
A scientific, safe, and effective creation.
Then, she threw the Lich's head into it.
She began to recite words of unknown meaning.
As she chanted, the symbols on the ground gradually flashed.
The Lich only knew at this moment that something was wrong.
But it was too late!
Its bones turned to ashes in the light, along with its phylactery hidden in the abyss.
When the light dissipated, there was only a round, white walnut-like object on the ground.
That was the Lich's brain nucleus, Mr. Umr's masterpiece.
...
Chu Weiwei sat in the bedroom, looking at the clock on the wall.
The clock ticked slowly to 11 o'clock.
The nightmare mark on her wrist began to burn.
"I wonder if I can meet senior again this time?" Chu Weiwei thought.
A few days ago, the news of the monk named Fahai killing the werewolf Duke William and subduing the Headless Horseman Hill in Kunlun province had long spread throughout the black-clothed guards.
Unfortunately, this monk was hard to find. No one knew where he was or where he went.
Only Chu Weiwei vaguely guessed that he was probably in that so-called nightmare world.
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