Break Through the Steam Game Library

Lu Zhengkang split his hands and smashed the heads of two living corpses. Their unjust souls flew out as salt and merged into his body, which made him breathe a sigh of relief, fearing that these unjust souls are immortal. If the unjust souls do not die, these corpses There is no such thing as a fatal injury. In that case, he would have to break all the dead bodies' hands and feet and smash their heads to avoid being attacked...

Lu Zhengkang did not hesitate or soften when damaging the bodies of the dead. He knew that these people were data in the game. Although they may have free will during their lives, just like real people, in his opinion, this part Intelligent creatures are not counted as his fellow human beings, and his selfless love is not so broad. If the data bodies in these games could be used by him, he would cruelly squeeze them, and if it would hinder his way, he would want to crush them all into their own components.

Counting the time, he was the dignified Pope Pope in the game not long ago. This church swept across the four cosmic clusters of "The Three Worlds", crushed the major divine systems, and had power all over the deep space of the universe. The concentration of our citizens has kept the death toll under one million, and billions of people are distributed in an extremely vast multiverse. Finding a needle in a haystack is not enough to describe it. Most of the 800,000 people who died were caused by accidents. Including the retaliatory behavior of the natives of the game, as well as the vicious BUG that caused the collapse of some areas, etc., in fact, Fei Mianjiao has contacted almost all citizens.

The belief in Feimian God can be said to be very popular for a while. However, with the withdrawal of Lu Zhengkang and others, the rule of Feimian Sect in the game has undergone a huge shock. Witnessed his life, the Fei Mian Sect force also almost disappeared, and during the time when the universe was shattered and the nameless island emerged, the rest of the faith gradually flourished.

The most important thing is that the "noodle **** system" spawned by religious technology has always been ignorant of the present world. It doesn't matter if the kingdom of God is broken, and the remaining believers continue to die. Slowly, Fei Mian Sect completely disappears in time deep.

Lu Zhengkang still misses the days of slaughter everywhere with the Star Destroyer. To be precise, he is not particularly happy for this kind of killing. He also has empathy, and it would be uncomfortable for a humanoid to die in front of his eyes. , But he just enjoys the feeling of taking the initiative.

　　 He only has a small hammer in his hand now. He wished he could take a handful of Gatling around here and save these suffering people for a while.

Lu Zhengkang recalled the night tour of Wuyang District with Su Xiangli dressed as characters in the dance drama "Giselle". Countless people recite the "Gatlin Bodhisattva Heart Sutra". Their joy is like the clear water curtain. , Lu Zhengkang lost his mind again thinking about it.

　　 His distraction became more and more serious, but his killing gesture became more and more wild. The one-handed hammer is like his second forearm, and the palm of his hand is the second elbow joint. Every time it is thrown out, it looks like a whip and a swing fist. When a living corpse comes, there will be a broken bone. The muffled sound, coming to a group is like setting off firecrackers.

Lu Zhengkang still holds a triangular kite shield in his left hand. He has sharpened the tip of the shield early, and now he has used it to cut his brain like a knife. If one hammers down, if any hard bone is still standing, He was penetrated by a shield through his rotten belly, whether he broke his spine directly or tore his chest and abdomen upright.

　　 The living corpses often had to die a dozen or so to add some scratches and bites to Lu Zhengkang when he was too busy to look after him.

　　 "Hahaha, hahaha, hahahaha!" Lu Zhengkang suddenly laughed.

　　 The world in front of him has been stripped directly. His current memories have returned to his childhood. The living corpses in front of him seem to have become his friends. Lu Zhengkang is surrounded by the crowd, and he is the focus of attention.

　　What a wonderful past, Lu Zhengkang in this life has always been excellent, so this can't cultivate his incomparable confidence.

The world is like a tide, Lu Zhengkang slowly moved forward, chatting with his friends and telling humorous jokes, but in fact he just broke the neck bone of a deceased Su Sheng, another one, another one, black The grievances continue to turn into dead salt and gather on Lu Zhengkang.

The two antlers on his forehead stretched out quickly, like small saplings. From the simple stalks, they slowly expanded into complex branches. The bones are white, but there is a golden slurry flowing inside, like a liquid. The light must be concentrated at the end of the horn, just like the candle's wick must be leaped out of the wax pillar, which can be lit. But after all, this light is not too thick, not too strong, it is still hidden in the corner.

　　In this dark salt world, even the unknown gods are pursuing candlelight.

　　 Lu Zhengkang is a real person after all, there is light in his soul. I don't know when Lu Zhengkang can light the candle.

　　 Under the deterrence of his beautiful, solemn, solemn appearance, the corpses stiffened, their souls almost burst out of their skins, begging for salvation to take care of them.

　　Lu Zhengkang's actions are still vicious, every time he kills one, he will have more salt on his body. These salts will degenerate the mind, the more living salt transformed, the stronger the body, and the more it will be assimilated by the island. The salt is like dust, and the soul is like a lamp. The thicker the dust, the darker the light. A salt descendant like Lu Zhengkang that cannot be upgraded can actually make the light in his soul clearer.

The unformed soul is about to be killed. The multi-faceted meatball emits a terrible low noise, and under the strong purple light, the mist that permeates the underground ~www.wuxiaspot.com~The mists in the eight connected mines are all gathered and condensed into one. The head of the evil ghost immediately dissipated into mist again, poured into the shell of the meat ball, and it squirmed violently.

　　 Lu Zhengkang felt a strong cold wind in his excellent hallucinations. After a chill, he recovered, but saw a shriveled head with a broken jaw in front of him, grinning at him with joy.

He stood up silently from the pile of dead people. The mist in the mine had cleared. The blue ore radiation was shining brightly here. Lu Zhengkang saw a series of depressed roars coming from the mine where the multi-faceted meatball was. Walk there slowly.

　　 Suddenly, a black giant arm with kinked muscles sprang out and waved a palm towards Lu Zhengkang, like a fly.

Lu Zhengkang jumped up abruptly and raised his shield to block the huge four-fingered palm from the cross-strike. He moved rapidly in the air with his movement in his palm. He was about to be thrown out. If this one made him hit on the cave wall, It is absolutely necessary to break the tendons and fractures, and cannot get up again.

　　 Dealing with this kind of awkward giant monster, Lu Zhengkang is experienced. He held the hammer handle upside down and pierced his palm with the tip to fix himself.

He hurriedly glanced into the pit in mid-air. In the blue light, on the bottom of the hole with water, a huge arm grew from the top of the multi-faceted meatball, just like it was born from the ground, and the whole meatball shrank. The original bright purple muscle now glows with a bruise-like dark purple, like an egg with its shell broken.

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