Two or three things in the copy

Chapter 167

Seeing that the luck in Yin Zhengliang's body was dissolving little by little, Wu Mingkong felt that Yin Zhengliang in front of him seemed to have become a doctor, and an aura that belonged exclusively to the doctor was gradually covering his original aura.

As for these, Yin Zhengliang knew nothing about it, and under the guidance of Wu Mingkong, this aura replaced Yin Zhengliang along with luck.

And Wu Mingkong had the aura of Yin Zhengliang.

"One day and night is enough."

Wu Mingkong's method of replacing luck is considered a success. The increase in time is only one aspect, and on the other hand, it is more subtle and the replacement is more thorough.

"That's enough to hide it." Wu Mingkong was full of confidence, and the next method of connecting luck was the key.

After marrying luck, seizing luck, and replacing luck, it is the key continuous luck. As long as someone has gone through the first three steps, Wu Mingkong will connect the luck together, and continuously absorb the other party's luck. The luck of replacing the other party on the body has a source, and it is not rootless duckweed.

Using this method, Wu Mingkong will eat the good, and the other party will bear the bad. At that time, Wu Mingkong will use this layer of skin on his body and the world affinity of the yin and yang body to unscrupulously start to devour, and the luck on his body will be consumed. When the light is gone, replace it with another person.

After all, it is not his own luck that is consumed, but the luck of the person being transported.

Of course, this method can only be used in the dungeon world. In reality, only the first three are fine. After all, the real world wants to put him to death. Wu Mingkong needs a scapegoat, not a consumable, although two In Wu Mingkong's eyes, the words are not much different.

"Perhaps, the method of luck can be changed a little bit in reality, why can't I be the protagonist."

After Wu Mingkong completed the method of replacing luck, he became more and more courageous.

Well, Zhuge Yi can be the protagonist, so why can't he be? When the time comes, Zhuge Yi will be tricked into himself, and he will accept it again, maybe it will be.

Of course, this plan is still to be determined. After all, this foundation needs to be researched on the method of continuous transportation in the last step before it can be continued.

"Let's go, let's go in." Wu Mingkong said to Yin Zhengliang who had been bored for a long time after sorting out the means of luck in his hand.

Yin Zhengliang's eyes lit up, and Wu Mingkong knew that this guy was not a law-abiding master.

He took it up in the air and threw it directly on Heizi's body.

Heizi rushed straight into the cave.

At first it was a cave, but as you walked back, it became more and more spacious and looked like a corridor. Only then did Wu Mingkong realize that this was another hollowed out mountain.

The corridors near the outside are relatively rough, but the more you go in, the more exquisite they become.

Wu Mingkong took a brief look at Heizi's body, most of them were some patterns, and some words that looked like prayers, but they didn't seem to be the words in Daqian, but some Cuneiform, the meaning is somewhat unclear.

From a macro perspective, this corridor looks like a snake, a giant snake covered with scales.

The more exquisite the patterns are at the back of the corridor, the stronger the taste of hysterical madness.

Even Wu Mingkong can eat this kind of madness in the air with his Guixu eyes, but this kind of madness is very illusory, it tastes like it has been diluted countless times, and it has no taste at all.

Normal people tend to go crazy or even have hallucinations after staying in this environment for a long time, but Wu Mingkong doesn't care, his return to the ruins can feed on these things, not to mention that Wu Mingkong's spirit is not normal in the first place. It wasn’t that the darkness, distortion, and chaos in his heart were refined into the double pupils of returning to the ruins. Wu Mingkong couldn’t bear the madness long ago. How could it stay until now? For Wu Mingkong, the illusory madness left over is even a piece of cake. no.

It's also fortunate that Yin Zhengliang, an ordinary person, can't see it, otherwise there might be such a slight mental problem.

As for Zhu Zhong and Wuqing who opened the way ahead, Wu Mingkong didn't care that these illusory madness would affect them at all.

Heizi ran all the way along the scent left by them, and soon caught up.

They were all staying at the end of the corridor at this time, and at the end was a brightly lit altar, which looked quite majestic.

Especially against the backdrop of a crowd of bones, it is particularly spectacular.

The altar itself was a high platform, but Zhu Zhong and the others stopped there and did not go to the high platform.

"Did you find anything?" Wu Mingkong asked curiously. In fact, what he wanted to ask was why the lights were brightly lit here. It had been abandoned for nearly a hundred years. How did you do it? Wu Mingkong didn't. See them come in with anything flammable.

"Some of them, I have roughly understood why the Luo religion recorded in the classics is self-defeating, and they all committed suicide."

Hearing this, Wu Mingkong frowned, and glanced at the dense white bones lying on the ground. From those subtle traces, Wu Mingkong also judged it.
Judging by a ghost, every bone is stabbed into his forehead with a dagger in both hands. This situation is suicide, okay? You roughly understand the ghost.

Wu Mingkong really couldn't complain, and this situation is obviously a large-scale live sacrifice scene, okay? If there weren't some fish-headed people or creatures with faces like dogs and feet like hooves in these corpses, Wu Mingkong might call out directly: "Cthulhu, Fortan."

Of course, it may also be called Yogurt Bubbles.

"From. Silver White. World Time Ring. Snake, Watch Me. Request"

Zhu Chong was reading a manuscript he had picked up from who knows where, and Wu Mingkong had a black thread on his head when he heard the intermittent prayers.

"I said, Lao Zhu, can you stop bumping and bumping when you read, and read more smoothly, okay?"

Regarding this, Zhu Chong was also very helpless, not because he didn't want to read all of them, but because he really didn't understand the words in them.

"I don't know the words I skipped."

Wu Mingkong was also moved by Zhu Zhong's uprightness, the kind that almost made a move, if you don't know how to do it, it's fine, what kind of thing is half-learned.

"In the future, I don't know each other at all." Zhu Zhong handed the manuscript to Wu Mingkong.

Wu Mingkong took it over and glanced at it. It was similar to the cuneiform characters in the corridor outside. Wu Mingkong couldn't understand a single word.

Then he threw the manuscript to Yin Zhengliang.

"Here, I'll send you to study hard."

Yin Zhengliang was a little speechless and took over the manuscript that had gone through two hands, but he didn't dislike it, and put it in his pocket happily. Books are good things. Martial arts training is different, those of them who come from majors are very fond of books.

(End of this chapter)