The heavens begin from the Daluo Hall

Chapter 151

Wu Ming recalled "Zhang Ze"'s impression of the wilderness and the appearance of the city, where monsters are rampant (distorted creatures), weirdness is overgrown (mutation of elemental radiation), and strange people kill and seize (contractors and reincarnations are not human beings).

Chaos is the mainstream, it should be said that it is indeed the fourth natural disaster.

"However...not all aliens are evil." Wu Ming suddenly found out from the original owner's memory that the aliens offered to provide a large number of mechanical products and medicines to the major gathering places, and even gave some extraordinary knowledge to help build "factories". deeds.

"Of course it doesn't rule out that the reincarnation and the contractor are plotting something."

Wu Ming sneered, after all, the degree of interference in the world is divided into [distortion value] and [correction value]. Destruction and reconstruction are both harvesting, and the two are both sides of the same body, and they are calculated separately.

Either behavior is an oppression of the original world, one is more intense and the other is milder.

This is also why it is common to see two groups of reincarnations sent out by the main god space, each holding a good and evil camp, to carry out different tasks, and even fight each other.

Those who don't understand think it's nt, but it's actually a very mature harvesting method. In the process of rebuilding and destroying again and again, the world's energy level may continue to pass, falling from the fourth level to the first level.

Now the World of Longevity, which was originally the peak of the fourth order, has fallen to the level of the fourth order.

Wu Ming pondered and said: "Fortunately, although the unknown contractor tossed the source energy, the world generally still maintains the form of extinction, only accommodating the first-level extraordinary, and the local rare treasures protect the sky for two levels. .”

Thinking of this, he summoned the panel with his mind, wanting to see if the Daoist Dao Seed of Da Luo and the merits of the ghostly immortal can still take effect on the natives of other worlds.

Name: Wu Ming (Zhang Ze) [No. Xu 160357]

Race: long-lived human

Repair: none (recovering)

Daotu: The second level of the Guixian Immortal, the master of granting talismans (recovering)

Soul characteristics: [Yuanshi Furnace], [Da Luo Dao Seed]

Specialty: Radiation Antibody (Level [-])
Pollution value: 3.21%
Possesses spiritual objects: [Bliss], [Ash], [Pharmaceutical of Immortality], [Emperor Han Qi Refiner], [Taishang Zhengyi Union Prestige Sutra].

Wu Ming was overjoyed and surprised when he saw it. He was delighted that Da Luo's Dao Seed and Guise Immortal's merits really took effect. He possessed some of the characteristics of Da Luo's Yongzheng. As long as he had enough spiritual energy and nutrients, he could recover to its peak in a few months.

Surprisingly, regarding the emergence of [Pollution Value], Da Luo Dian also specifically warned that this kind of pollution is not pure radiation, but seems to involve extraordinary factors, as well as the "remnant poison" of the deepest despair in the world.

If the value is too high, more than 50%, it will even erode the true spirit.

Wu Ming's thoughts turned like electricity. In the forum, it was rumored that the Paradise of Reincarnation seems to have a special method to clean up and utilize this kind of pollution, and it is the business of the scavengers of the heavens.

Don't panic, he is determined, not to mention that the Taoists of the Imperial Han Dynasty also have means to target, no matter Taisu Jue, Kurong True Embryo Immortal Art, or Tianlu True Form Transformation Dragon Art, they can all purify, anyway, the purpose of my coming to this world , is an unscrupulous experiment.

"The most urgent thing is to restore some strength first... This requires a lot of food and nutrients. Hehe, the trouble of the original owner is an opportunity. I have a righteousness. By the way, I can control one side of the force and start the experiment."

Wu Ming smiled, and looked at a vague city through the hazy and strange light red moonlight.

………………

In Xinxiangyi, a lame veteran leaned against the city wall, looked at the distorted weeds growing outside the city, and sighed, feeling unspeakable melancholy.

Old Zhao is a county soldier. He survived the catastrophe and guarded the defense of the city until the new city was established. The world is changing with each passing day, and it is really difficult for people to adapt.

In recent years, his body has become worse and worse. His left leg has become distorted, with strange black scales growing out, and there are pustules, which leave foul-smelling black-red pus every time he cleans them. From time to time, he loses control of his muscles and moves by himself. , creepy.

Originally, due to the accumulation of achievements, the gathering landlord agreed to buy medicines to suppress the sickness from those strangers. Unfortunately, not long ago, the lord was critically ill, and there were traitors in the city who took the opportunity to seize the position and cleanse the lord's clan and cronies.

Thanks to old Zhao Jiling, who kept a low profile on weekdays and escaped the catastrophe, how dare he hope for a cure.

He had a premonition that he was about to die soon.

Thinking of this, Lao Zhao carefully took out from his bosom a strange thing that was wrapped in thin paper and made of herbs into a slender shape. Others called it a cigarette, and they preferred to call it a 'cigarette'.

Although the things are small, they can help them relieve pain and relieve psychological pressure. It is very rare to collect a catty of spirit meat produced by demons in exchange for three boxes.

Old Zhao took out a box of firewood from his pocket. This is the gunpowder formula purchased by cooperating with other people when the lord was there, and the novelty of self-produced and sold. Although it is still manually ground and prepared, it is a good industry after all. .

Phew!

Slightly scratching the edge of the box, sparks splashed, and a cluster of flames emerged. When Lao Zhao was about to light a cigarette, he suddenly became alert, subconsciously looked out of the city, and by the light of the reddish moonlight, vaguely saw a figure.

The old soldier's heart skipped a beat, he threw away the match, stamped it out, got up and picked up the big knife beside him, he moved swiftly and bravely, and wanted to call his companions, but he was shocked when he saw the figure of the person coming.

"Old Zhao, what's the matter? Is there another demon attack?"

More than a dozen men in leather armor holding big knives poured out of the houses under the city wall, and the leader was actually carrying a firearm, which was exactly what he shouted.

Just now, Lao Zhao's movements were too violent, and there was a sound and vibration when he stepped on the city wall made of rammed earth.

The old soldier looked outside the city at the familiar young man with bushy eyebrows, protruding jawbone, and disheveled hair. He could barely be called heroic. He was stunned, and when he heard the shouts from his teammates below, he quickly responded cursingly: "It's nothing, my cigarette accidentally dropped outside the city." Yes, I didn't catch it."

"Hey, you sent someone to change the whistle, it's already midnight."

After the words fell, the big man who carried the fire order shrank away immediately, and the voice came: "Old Zhao is a hardworking man, you promised me tonight, five cigarettes to watch the night."

"Yes, yes, let's go and continue the game."

"What kind of drama is it? It's not as fun as fighting a squire!"

"Hey, Boss, I don't understand those strange things."

"It's okay, I'll teach you."

More than a dozen hunter soldiers laughed and retreated into the house, continuing to chat and fart.

Old Zhao was relieved when he heard that the movement had calmed down. He looked down at the young man, puzzled why the lord's son would come back. Life is in danger.

He was uneasy in his heart, and he didn't dare to shout loudly at the top of the city. He could only tell Zhang Ze to leave quickly by shaking his limbs vigorously and winking.

That's right, the person from outside the city was Wu Ming who was now wearing Zhang Ze's skin, looking at the veterans dancing around the city, he was deeply moved.

Yuanben's father was Wei En's in the past. After all, rebuilding a new town and gathering refugees from all over the world can be called a contribution to rebuilding civilization.

(End of this chapter)