Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 630 The Fisherman [Additional update for 80 days, please subscribe, please vote]

But there was only a little bit left of what was inside. Zhang Deming took out three spirit crystals, dozens of spirit stones and half a brand new robe in a speechless manner. Other than that, nothing.

He stood there speechless for a while, this was his first time picking up a leak, why are they all rubbish. What a vengeance, the space storage is broken, this is outrageous!

Anyway, restrain yourself a little, at least to ensure that the space artifacts are intact!

Zhang Deming's speechless thoughts flickered, he checked his surroundings, and after confirming that there was nothing missing, he floated up again and headed in another direction.

The half-dead young man who used the sword as a crutch before was hit by the aftermath of the attack, and his broken body was directly sent flying.

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Carefully floated out of the giant crater, looking around, the trees in a certain area on the edge of the huge crater, as if they had experienced a typhoon, were all uprooted and boulders were everywhere.

A little further outside, all the trees collapsed outwards, as did some low-rise mountains, forming a big vacuum.

It can be clearly seen from the sky that after the shock wave spread, it created such an environment around it.

Zhang Deming drifted past many boulder areas, and stopped in front of a piece of rubble not far from the huge crater. Because of the strong spell residue, he couldn't see through all the areas thoroughly, which made Zhang Deming frown slightly.

Raise your hand and spread your palm, a dandelion-like flower is born in your hand.

"call······"

With a light blow, dozens of strange spiritual seeds flew out, and amidst the surge of spiritual light, they turned into incarnations one by one in front of them. Immediately, he turned into a flash of spiritual light, and began to quickly clean up the surrounding gravel.

For a moment, one of the avatars stopped, and Zhang Deming looked over and found a little blood.

After confirming the target, the surrounding avatars began to dissipate, leaving vines in place, and began to carefully fiddle with that area.

A moment later, as the rubble was removed, a young man in his twenties appeared in front of Zhang Deming.

At this moment, the opponent's face was pale, lifeless, and he was already a corpse. But looking at the corpse, Zhang Deming frowned.

Many parts of the corpse's body were bloody and bloody, its clothes were torn, its hair was disheveled, and most of the long sword held in its right hand had been broken off.

It looked extremely miserable, but if compared with the previous two, this young man who was obviously injured the most and was still at the center of the spell's influence, maintained a complete human form.

Although the body was broken, with blood holes and scorched marks all over the place, it did not fall apart and became the best-looking one among the three.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Deming did not contact the other party immediately, but his eyes flickered for a long time, and after checking out any problems.

Zhang Deming hesitated for a moment, looked at the corpse and said, "The concealment method is good, and I almost tricked me by pretending to be dead!"

In the words, the tone was firm, and the expression was confident and calm, as if Zhang Deming was very sure.

The air was quiet for a while, but Zhang Deming looked at the corpse calmly with his hands behind his back. After a long time, Zhang Deming said again: "Fellow Daoist isn't going to talk? Then I really want to die as a Fellow Daoist!"

Corpse: "······"

The surroundings were still quiet for a while. Not to mention that he was alive, Zhang Deming was not aware of even the slightest fluctuation in spiritual power.

With a slight frown on his brow, Zhang Deming sighed and said: "That's all, since Fellow Daoist is willing to die, I will become a Fellow Daoist!"

After saying that, Zhang Deming raised his hand, and the tip of a surrounding vine flashed with emerald light, and as the spiritual light surged, it was directly inserted into the corpse.

"Pfft..."

The vines penetrated the corpse without any hindrance, and there was no abnormal influx of spiritual seeds. Under the control of Zhang Deming, it continues to grow.

Until the entire corpse was submerged by vines, and then disintegrated into a sky filled with aura and disappeared, Zhang Deming did not feel any fluctuations in his aura.

Is he really suffering from persecution paranoia?

Simply overthinking?

Zhang Deming frowned slightly and looked at the remaining things of the other party.

A set of broken robes that had become a beggar's attire; a half-broken sword; it seemed to be the only intact storage ring in this incident.

Zhang Deming first picked up the intact storage ring and checked his senses. It seemed that most of the restraints of the ring had been dissipated due to the death of the owner.

With Zhang Deming's attainments in formations, he looked at the remaining incomplete restrictions, with runes surging in his eyes, and auras gushing out of his hands. After a while, these restrictions were lifted, and he successfully penetrated the ring.

It is a five-star Law Treasure with a large space, hundreds of cubic meters. But it can be seen from this that the young man is a typical monk from a large family, with his own exclusive Cave Mansion in the sect.

Because there are not many things inside, except for some clothes and some spiritual materials, there are about tens of thousands of spiritual stones, a few spiritual crystals, and a few miscellaneous books and spell books.

Apart from these messy big heads, Zhang Deming found a few high-end-looking boxes in a corner of the space.

One is long and short, with chopsticks long and short, and looks like a brush box; the other two are slightly larger than a palm, like jewelry boxes. There are forbidden seals on all three boxes.

The sealing of the long box felt a bit sloppy, as if it had been temporarily arranged due to busy schedules. The two palm-sized boxes were obviously carefully arranged.

As Zhang Deming's inspiration surged, he opened the long box first. As the box opened, golden light instantly overflowed.

Immediately afterwards, a burning sensation rushed straight into the depths of his soul, and Zhang Deming felt as if he was in a furnace amid the billowing heat waves.

The spiritual shield on the body and the high-level robes on the body seemed to have lost their effectiveness, and the scorching heat was not isolated at all. Obviously, this burning heat is not material, but conscious.

Zhang Deming restrained his perception slightly, and the golden light and heat waves in his eyes disappeared as if they were visible to the naked eye.

When Zhang Deming's spiritual eye spell was cancelled, most of the burning, golden light and other sensations seemed to disappear, and he was able to see clearly the objects in the long box in front of him.

It was a red-gold red feather. The red-gold color of the feathers was a bit gray, as if it had not been properly preserved after being plucked from some bird.

Looking at the dim red feather, Zhang Deming felt an extremely ancient and noble temperament for no reason.

"Could this feeling be that of the legendary Golden Crow Feather, the top monster in Beast Race?"

Zhang Deming looked shocked. As Akabane became clear in his thoughts, the only Spiritual Treasure book in his body began to beat actively without waiting for Zhang Deming to do anything.

Zhang Deming waved his hand and called him out. The book revolved around Zhang Deming actively, and there was a burst of longing.

"You want this?" Zhang Deming looked at the Spiritual Treasure book and asked.

The book opened and closed in a humane manner and made a nodding gesture.

Zhang Deming looked hesitant. Now in Hongmeng Realm and Beast Race, the Golden Crow has become a legend and has completely disappeared. Of course, it is said that deep in the Hengduan Mountains, in Monster Emperor City, some of the Monster Emperor clan still have the blood of the Golden Crow.

But it's just blood, there is no pure-blooded Golden Crow. The feather in front of me looks like a real Golden Crow Feather. Even if it is slightly damaged, it is still the bloodline material of Qixing!

Whether it is bloodline magic practice, weapon refining, or special elixir refining, it can be used as the main material and has a very wide range of uses! Therefore it is extremely precious!

After hesitating for a long time, Zhang Deming looked at the book and said as if to comfort himself: "Forget it, you are my only Spiritual Treasure after all, so it is not a waste if I give it to you."

There was a burst of joy in the book, and as if he was afraid that Zhang Deming would regret it, he rushed forward and touched Ling Yu.

“Chirp·······”

As the book touched, Zhang Deming seemed to hear a bird chirping, and then, the feathers in the long box disintegrated into golden and red auras, pouring into the book.

The book quickly opened and came to the page of the Second Painting Spirit. There was an extremely blurry shadow of a bird on it.

The golden and red light keeps pouring into the page, and the blurry bird shadow seems to be quickly outlined and continuously perfected by an invisible hand using an invisible pen.

In an instant, the blurry bird shadow became clear, and a gorgeous golden-red bird appeared on the paper.

The big bird is vividly alive, its body is fiery red, with a touch of gold, and there is a dazzling golden halo around it, making it seem like it is in the sun.

It looks like a quarter of a phoenix, and the bird's head is three-quarters of a crow, but it carries an extremely noble aura. The most bizarre thing is that the opponent's bird claw is different from the ordinary two legs in that it has three legs.

"As expected, the second painting spirit is the three-legged Golden Crow!"

As Zhang Deming was thinking, information began to appear in the corner of the album like footnotes.

The Second Painting Spirit: Ancient Golden Crow

Strength: Can maintain up to seven stars

Path: the way of speaking, the way of sound, the way of light

As the information emerged, the book shook, and countless auras appeared on it, and some golden and red feather patterns appeared on the cover. His Spiritual Treasure was promoted from seven-star Low Grade to seven-star Middle Grade!

This change made Zhang Deming look surprised. Use a somewhat broken seven-star material to upgrade the Spiritual Treasure to a higher quality. This is a good deal!

The book is also full of joy, constantly beating around Zhang Deming.

Zhang Deming was happy for a long time before suppressing his joy and putting away the book. He looked at the remaining two jade boxes.

The two boxes are almost the same and have obviously been carefully handled. However, the seal is mainly used to protect the materials and is not used as an external lock. In addition, the other party is obviously not proficient in formations, so it is not difficult to crack.

Within a moment, Zhang Deming cracked the restrictions on the box without any damage. After opening it carefully, Zhang Deming saw the items in the box.

The two boxes contained the same item just like the outer packaging. Five-star Supreme Grade spiritual material dragon-patterned black gold, a special material for casting swords, can add a lot of power and spirituality to the swords.

Because of its particularity, many traditional weapon masters like to use it when casting high-end swords, resulting in a scarcity in the market and making its price quite high.

As a non-traditional weapon refiner with spiritual cultivation skills, spiritual materials are not too rare for him, but the properties of this material also make Zhang Deming very fond of it, and it can also be sold for money.

Looking at the two ugly ores of different shapes, Zhang Deming resealed the two jade boxes with a faint smile, and then looked at the last sword on the ground.

The sword was originally held in the hands of the young man. The big explosion during the final fight between Ordinary Monk and Lu Guanjun caused great damage to the sword. Now it is not only full of cracks, but also half broken.

Zhang Deming examined it carefully and found that the sword had a dim aura and a dim color, as if it were an ordinary iron object. With a wave of his hand, the sword floated in front of him. Zhang Deming's rune eyes flashed and he carefully detected his perception.

"Fight..."

Before Zhang Deming could take a closer look, as soon as he reached out his senses, the sword suddenly let out a sword cry, and countless sword rays stabbed into Zhang Deming's senses.

As if he was attacked by a flash bomb while wearing night vision goggles, Zhang Deming's eyes were filled with whiteness, his mind felt like pins and needles, and he had a splitting headache. The whole person fell into a trance.

At this time, on the broken sword, among the sword gleams, a mini sword two fingers wide and as long as the middle finger gathered together. The sword was silvery white and illusory, like the shadow of a sword where light gathered.

After the small sword appeared, without any hesitation, it shot directly towards Zhang Deming's eyebrows.

"bump······"

Just as he was about to rush into Zhang Deming's eyebrows, a shield flashing with dreamy light suddenly appeared, and the small sword was ejected in an instant.

"I thought you were really going to die!" At this time, Zhang Deming, who seemed to be in a trance, his eyes became clear without warning, and he looked at the illusory little sword with a little amusement.

And as he watched, before the small sword that was shot away had time to do anything, several illusory and slender blood-colored chain lightnings poked out of the void, and instantly tied up the small sword that had been shot away.

The small sword kept vibrating, but its cultivation level was equivalent to that of Zhang Deming after the blessing. At this moment, it was just a remnant soul. Facing Zhang Deming's prepared surprise attack, it had no resistance at all.

The thin blood-colored chains on the sword swam, ignoring its vibrations, and spread all over the small sword. Finally, a lock was formed at the sword grid, with the yin and yang fish pattern flowing on the lock.

As the yin-yang fish rotated, the little sword became completely quiet, completely losing the ability to resist, and became a piece of fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

"Why, you haven't shown up yet?" Zhang Deming looked at the small sword like a shadow and said, "Although your skill at pretending to be dead is really good, you are even so careful that you have removed the owner of the storage ring. , making it look like real death.

But... I never believed that both of them died in battle. This kind of coincidence could really happen in a battle between high-level monks.

Of course, someone secretly intervened at the critical moment and said otherwise. If you guessed it correctly, when the two of them fought just now, both of them were injured. It was all because of you, right?

I really admire you. In such a seriously injured state, you were able to trick two people in the end. I have to say that you are worthy of being a swordsman from a big family. "

It's late, look at your wallet, don't be embarrassed!

(End of chapter)