Online games: Starting from an encounter

Luoyue Village.

The night passed quickly. No monsters attacked in the second half of the night. There were not many players. It was very quiet and suitable for cultivation.

The next morning, before dawn, Shen Lang woke up from his cultivation.

At this moment, his cultivation had reached 99% of the Qi Refining and Spiritualization Realm, and he encountered a bottleneck again.

The bottleneck of cultivation is not so easy to break. If he had not had an epiphany in the God's Tomb space last time, he might not have been able to break through the bottleneck of the first level until now.

You should know that Nan Xi started practicing much earlier than him, but now he is still blocked at the bottleneck of Refining Essence and Transforming Qi, and has not yet broken through to the Great Success.

Although his skills are stronger, if he had not had the epiphany last time, it is hard to say how he is now.

"Take your time, there is no rush..."

Shen Lang let out a long breath and stood up from the ground.

"My benefactor, you are awake."

At this moment, the old blacksmith limped over and bowed respectfully to Shen Lang, with a bit of sorrow on his old face.

It should be because of the death of the little boy that his health is much worse than before, and his energy and spirit are seriously depleted. If it were not for the matter of resurrecting the little boy, he would have collapsed long ago.

"Senior, you don't have to do this."

Shen Lang hurried forward to support the old blacksmith.

"It should be, it should be!"

The old blacksmith squeezed out a smile on his face and looked at Shen Lang, hesitant to speak.

"Senior, do you want to ask about the little boy?"

Looking at the old blacksmith's old face that always carried sadness, Shen Lang sighed in his heart, feeling a little sorry.

He still has no clue about how to resurrect the little boy. Although he went to the Blood Abyss Territory last time, he found nothing. Now more than half a month has passed, and there are less than 40 days left before the mission.

"Well... I wonder if you have found a way?"

The old blacksmith nodded and asked tremblingly.

"Don't worry, senior, I have some clues. I think it won't take long to revive the child."

Shen Lang didn't dare to tell the truth, fearing that the old blacksmith would be sad, so he could only deal with it first.

"That's good, that's good, thank you, benefactor, I kowtow to you here!"

As he said, the old blacksmith wanted to kneel down, but was supported by Shen Lang.

"Senior, you can't do it, you can't do it!"

Shen Lang helped the old blacksmith up and comforted him softly: "Senior, you must take care of yourself. Otherwise, after the child is resurrected, if you have any accidents, what will you do?"

"Don't worry, benefactor, my old bones can still hold on, it's okay."

The old blacksmith nodded to Shen Lang. Perhaps because he got Shen Lang's affirmative answer, he was obviously in a much better spirit and limped back to the blacksmith shop again.

"Huh..."

Looking at the hunched back of the old blacksmith, Shen Lang let out a long breath and thought quickly in his heart.

There were less than forty days left, and the originally ample time became tight.

"There is no way, I can only ask Brother Long..."

Shen Lang thought for a moment, sighed, and then took out the black dragon scale.

More than half a month ago, Mora was severely injured in the battle with Lauren, and had to retreat to recuperate. He had asked him not to "call" to harass him, but now Shen Lang couldn't think of anyone else except Mora.

Of course, Mora might not have a solution, but he was the most powerful person Shen Lang knew.

The dagger crossed his finger, a drop of blood dripped on the dragon scale, and a small black dragon emerged and swam on it.

"Brother Long, I have an urgent matter, can you hear me?"

Shen Lang called to the dragon scale.

"What's the matter?"

Soon, a majestic voice came out from the dragon scales, it was Mora's voice.

Seeing Mora's reply, Shen Lang was immediately delighted and hurriedly said: "It's like this, Brother Long, I have a sister who was killed by Lauren last time, but..."

Shen Lang quickly told Mora about the child's situation.

"There is only one situation for resurrection after death!"

Mora's voice came out again.

"What's the situation?"

"The living dead!"

"The living dead?"

"Yes!"

"Does the living dead have memories of their previous lives?" Shen Lang asked.

"Of course!"

Mora replied.

"It's fine if there is one, let the living dead be the living dead."

"What the hell!"

"Although the living dead still have memories of their lives, they are no longer their original selves and have become slaves of death!"

"......"

"Then what should we do?"

"What should we do? If you want to come back to life, there is only one way. Unless you are a human from another world, it's the same for everyone."

Mora said.

"There is no other way"

Shen Lang was unwilling, he didn't want the child to become a slave of death.

"No, only this kind, unless you can kill the person who wrote the story."

"......"

"Okay, let's just live the dead, please help me revive the child."

Shen Lang pondered for a moment and finally said.

"What the hell, if I have this ability, do I need to leave the Dragon Realm? I would have killed Yue Qingcheng long ago!"

Mora sneered.

"......"

"What should I do?"

"Find Qinglan, the Blade of Death. That guy has realized the true meaning of death and has this ability!"

Mora transmitted the message.

"Qinglan?"

Shen Lang was confused, "Brother Long, are you talking about the second super king of the Bloody Abyss?"

"Yes, that's him, he can do it! "

Mora said.

"Brother Long, stop joking. I know him, but he doesn't know me. How could he help me?"

Shen Lang was speechless.

What a joke. Qinglan is the leader of the Death Corps. His cultivation is stronger than Yue Qingcheng, the strongest person on the continent. Last time, he beat Yue Qingcheng to vomit blood.

"It works if you mention me!"

Mora continued.

"Really?"

Shen Lang was stunned when he heard it, and then he was overjoyed.

"Of course it's fake!"

"......"

At this moment, Shen Lang couldn't help but want to hammer this lewd dragon to death!

But think about it. No matter how strong Mora is, he is only at the earth level. Not to mention Qinglan, the strongest person, even Luo Ling is much stronger than him. How could they talk to each other?

"I just tell you a method. As for the rest, it depends on you! "

"And there is one more thing. Once she becomes a living dead, your Xuanyuan Empire will not tolerate her. You must be prepared for this."

Mora reminded.

"This is so... Alas..."

For a moment, Shen Lang was overwhelmed. It was really too difficult. It was indeed a double S-level task...

"Tianya boy, if you really want to revive that little girl, there is actually a way. It depends on whether you dare to go."

Mora suddenly said again.

"What is the way? Tell me first."

Shen Lang asked hurriedly.

"Go find the eldest princess of the Xuanyuan Empire, the Shadow of Death - Luo Ling!"

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