forget the river mirror

Chapter 119
False God Realm.

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"So that... Xiao Huanhuan you raised can be resurrected?"

Lin Chuan took a sip of the big bowl of tea and finally understood what the old village chief meant.

In fact, Lin Chuan chose to stay to comfort Yao Daqing, not only because he was moved with compassion, but mainly because this old man was the first person he met in the False God Realm...or the first NPC who could communicate .

Although Lin Chuan has always regarded himself as a reckless man, he grew up with Xiao Zuo after all. Even if he can't be trusted, he still understands that in an unfamiliar environment, intelligence is the most important thing.

Under Lin Chuan's deliberate guidance, he quickly learned a lot of information about the False God Realm from Yao Daqing.

According to the old village chief, he has been wandering around since he left his original village.

At the very beginning, the surrounding environment didn't change much, until one day when I woke up, I suddenly found myself in a piece of scorched earth, and the people I met had all turned into tall demons.

After being hunted down several times, he finally found this place, and built a thatched hut on the leeward side of the cliff, and lived with Xiao Huanhuan.

Yao Daqing told a lot of details about his previous life, so that Lin Chuan can basically confirm that this NPC is not an aborigine of the Mysterious Mirror Realm.

Lin Chuan thought of the fusion of the two worlds mentioned by Xiao Zuo. Looking at it now, this fusion seems to have started from the False God Realm. '

But these are things to consider in the future. Lin Chuan and Yao Daqing chatted for so long, and the biggest gain is that they understand how to exert their own strength in this False God Realm.

After entering the False God Realm, Lin Chuan could not feel the darkness of the spirit, nor could he feel the altar. Except for Shunpo, he could only fight like a pure martial artist with sword skills.

This is unreasonable at all, because Pingluan Academy recruits casual practitioners from all over the world, and it is impossible to only choose martial arts.

Moreover, when Yao Daqing beat him with a hoe, he didn't have any tricks at all, but he still had the power to approach the realm of supernatural powers.

When drinking tea with Yao Daqing, Lin Chuan questioned him for a long time before the old village head replied with the words "practice makes perfect".

Lin Chuan wanted to try to use spells, but suddenly found that the only thing he had been studying hard was a Lingshi bomb...

The fire ability given to him by Limai was turned into a money-burning trick by Ling An. Without the spirit stone, he couldn't even release a fireball.

However, Lin Chuan was not depressed, on the contrary, he showed an excited look, and muttered in a low voice:
"Even if you can't get into the academy, this trip is not in vain."

He has the character of becoming more and more courageous as he gets frustrated, otherwise it would be impossible for him to succeed in realizing his spirit despite the great fear in just two years.

After taking the last sip of tea, Lin Chuan took Yao Daqing to send him "Practice makes perfect", and walked in the direction of Xiao Zuo alone.

Sharpening the knife is not the same as chopping firewood. When chatting with Yao Daqing just now, Lin Chuan had already tried to mobilize the spiritual energy to enter the Limai. Without the spiritual darkness, his control of the spiritual energy entering the body was obviously much slower.

But this feeling of accumulating spiritual power little by little, he never felt it again after he had spiritual darkness.

Lin Chuan recalled the pillar of fire that Wu Tian had used in front of the Chengqing Hall, controlled the spiritual power in his body and began to paint gourds.

When Wu Tian was in Wujizong, he never taught Lin Chuan any spells, but he always taught him the principles of spells.

The so-called art, to put it more mysteriously, is the evolution of Tao, but in fact it is the arrangement and combination of spiritual factors.

The monk uses a specific combination of spiritual energy as a seed to guide the spiritual energy scattered between the heaven and the earth, and then forms various attack methods.

But no matter what kind of spell it is, it cannot be separated from the observation of nature, even for martial arts.

The two sword techniques that Lao Huang passed on to him, Xinghuan and Xingmi, were created by observing the trajectory of meteors.

The soaring pillar of fire that Wu Tian used was originally a tornado, but the eye of the tornado is calm, but the center of gravity of the pillar of fire is the hottest.

Compared with other monks in the Profound Mirror Realm, Lin Chuan's biggest advantage is that he has seen Xiao Zuo's world, a world with no spiritual power but highly developed technology.

Techniques are actually killing techniques. When it comes to killing people, it is obvious that the federation in the era of hot weapons is more efficient.

But Lin Chuan thought that the first spell was not a large-scale destructive spell like a nuclear bomb, and without the help of spirits and secrets, he couldn't make the spirit factors collide to cause nuclear fusion or nuclear fission.

What Lin Chuan needs now is not a destructive spell, but a group attack spell that can improve the killing efficiency and consume a relatively small amount.

Following this line of thought, Lin Chuan quickly thought of those human crises that Xiao Zuo had learned about in history class.

War has never been the biggest disaster. When medical technology is not developed enough, disease is the endorsement of death.

After the Third World War, mankind ushered in the end of the world. After the war, diseases raged. If the federation had not been established, the entire Blue Star would be a wilderness.

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When people see the history of the three wars, most of them will feel the power of nuclear weapons, but Lin Chuan feels the horror of the virus, and the unstoppable spread is the most desperate.

So what Lin Chuan has to do is to activate the fire-attribute spiritual factors that have been baptized by the Limai, just like computer programming, arrange a combination code for these spiritual factors, so that they can invade the human body like a virus and spread wantonly .

Although it sounds complicated, it does not require much professional knowledge accumulation.

I think that the False God Realm is a world of idealism. As long as Lin Chuan can think of this kind of result, the False God Realm will take the initiative to remind and correct the inference in the process of trial and error. direction.

This is the most amazing place in the False God Realm, and it is also the true meaning of "practice makes perfect".

Of course, if you want to create a spell, you must satisfy the basic logic. It is impossible for a monk in the sea of ​​​​Qi to create a spell that can instantly kill and return to unity.

One is that the power of a technique depends on the realm, and the other is that one cannot imagine how strong the next realm will be if one has not reached that realm.

It's like a beggar thinking that the emperor is begging for food with a golden rice bowl.

The understanding of Tao is the cornerstone of creating magic.

Fortunately, Lin Chuan has experience in communicating with Lingyin. Although he can't give spirits to the spirit factor, he can summarize the simple behavior of Lingyin, so that the spirit factor can imitate that "activity".

He just walked forward like this, thinking about "sickness" at the same time.

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It has been nearly an hour since the opening of the False God Realm. In previous years, the opening exams usually lasted for three days, and the content of the opening exams was different every year.

But the first level is basically the same, whether killing demons or monsters, they are the basic combat power of the candidates.

But like Lin Chuan, it is really rare for someone like Lin Chuan to enter the venue for an hour without meeting the mission target.

In contrast, the disciples of the Three Religions were not so lucky.

If Liu Zheng, who came to the very center of the battlefield, had a difficult start, then the difficulty of the disciples of the Three Religions is definitely at the level of nightmares.

Because when they descended, they appeared directly in the hinterland of the Demon Race.

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"A gold-armed iron horse swallows thousands of miles like a tiger."

Holding the brush, Su Wenqun wrote a line of verse in mid-air, the white hair on his forehead was already wet with sweat and dark blue blood, sticking to the top of his head sticky and slippery.

There is no longer the personable manner before.

The poem was written, and the poem in mid-air quickly turned into a group of cavalry, rushing towards the dense army of demons.

Poor Su Tanhua's writing brush is almost bald, and the Confucian scholars who are with him are even more embarrassed, and their staff has been reduced by nearly one-third compared with before.

"King Kong~not bad~"

The feminine and handsome Monk Hua said in a melodious voice, his originally well-proportioned figure was now full of gnarled muscles.

Although his voice lacked a bit of masculinity, his strikes were wide open and closed, and the sound of the Zen stick piercing through the air was like a death knell, each blow could take away a demon. life.

It's a pity that no matter how brave the monk Hua was, he couldn't save too many fellow monks. Only [-]% of the Buddhist monks were left.

"Ugh……"

Zhang Can couldn't help sighing, thinking about trouble in his heart all the time, but with drooping eyelids, he threw one talisman after another, like throwing a grenade, each talisman flew into the crowd lightly, Then there was a bang.

Compared with Confucianism and Buddhism, Taoist disciples are less than two levels less, and they are considered to be the best preserved in strength.

But the demons besieging them are like tides, they can't be killed at all, and they don't have time to cut off the heads. After the demons die, they will soon turn into light spots and dissipate. Up to now, the disciples of the three religions No one has passed the level yet.

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There is no absolute fairness in this world, and neither does False God Realm.

If it is said that Lin Chuan, who has not yet met the enemy, started the game simply, then Xuan Jing is definitely a cheating player.

Human beings are more deadly than human beings, and the disciples of the three religions tried their best but failed to harvest a single head. When Xuan Jing opened his eyes, he was in a thatched hut with a raised frame, and lying in front of him was a terminally ill man who was about to die. female demons.

Master Yi Nian taught Xuan Jing, he was merciful, and taught him to save all living beings, but what he taught him the most was how to hunt and kill demons.

When Xuan Jing was ten years old, Master Yi Nian took him through the cracked sky gorge and asked him to personally kill two demon soldiers who were alone. Therefore, in Xuan Jing's cognition, "the demons should die" is a matter of course. thing.

Without hesitation, the little monk used the power of the diamond to tore off the old demon's head, successfully completing the task.

But before he could leave, the door of the thatched cottage was pushed open.

Xuan Jing raised his hand subconsciously, but the Buddha's light in his palm did not come down for a long time.

"Human... human!?"

A little demon girl who was about the same age as Xuan Jing knelt down on the ground with a terrified expression, but she didn't have the strength to escape.

The little girl looks as immature as a seven or eight-year-old human child. There is a small round horn on the left side of her forehead. She is dressed in a dilapidated animal skin coat with her belly exposed, her heart-shaped pupils, and the pink under the navel. The imprints of her are all proclaiming her identity as a succubus.

"No... don't kill me, okay..."

Tears filled the little girl's eyes immediately.

But Xuan Jing only hesitated for a second, and his eyes became clear again, and he slapped the child directly into shards of light all over the sky.

"Pink skulls are all charms..."

Xuan Jing didn't want to admit that he felt compassion for a moment just now, so he attributed that second of hesitation to the natural charm of the succubus.

But when the little monk left the thatched cottage, he discovered that the entire village was full of succubus.

Maybe to Erbald, this is a paradise on earth, but to Xuan Jing, killing these powerless female demons is a great test for his Buddha heart.

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On the other side, Lin Chuan didn't know that the disciples of the three religions were on the verge of extinction, that Liu Zheng was working hard to harvest his head, and that Xuan Jing had strayed into the "Tender Township" by mistake.

Lin Chuan put all his energy on the "sickness fire". At this moment, a small dark green flame was floating in his palm.

The shape of the flame is like some kind of virus under the microscope.

Outside the irregular body, there are fine and dense tentacles. When burning, they don't flicker like ordinary flames, but flow like a viscous liquid.

Lin Chuan circulated his spiritual power silently, and put this small flame on a large piece of weeds by the roadside.

Soon the flames flooded the whole weed. This kind of weed that can grow on scorched earth has very tenacious vitality, but the flame did not ignite the weed, but gradually merged into it.

Soon the green grass blades began to wither and turn yellow, and then the dark green flames began to spread slowly.

At first, the speed of the flame spread was very slow, but as more and more weeds were eroded, the speed of the flame spread doubled.

In just a few minutes, a large piece of weeds disappeared without a trace, along with the scorched earth below.

Looking at the sinking ground, Lin Chuan's face was full of surprise, this "sickness" was more powerful than he imagined.

What makes Lin Chuan most happy is not the lethality, but the spreading flames, which he can still control.

This also means that he can control the flames that have already entered the body to burn those vulnerable places in the human body, and he can do this thanks to his previous experience in manipulating the dark spirit.

But before Lin Chuan had time to be happy, the sound of galloping horseshoes came from his ears.

The smooth formation of the disease seems to have used up Lin Chuan's good luck. At the end of his field of vision, there has been yellow sand that reaches the sky, and the wanton swaying demonic energy has spread its dark tentacles.

Although Lin Chuan has never been to the magic land, he has heard a lot about the magic cavalry from the brothers and sisters of the Royal Demon Army.

Only the elite of the demon army can enjoy mounts. Once an organized demon cavalry unit appears, it means that the commander of this unit must have the strength of the Dao realm.

"Who recruited the magic cavalry..."

At the same time, Xiao Zuo's familiar voice also rang in Lin Chuan's mind:

"Xiaoyou, can you hear me?"

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(End of this chapter)