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Lu Zhengkang entered the turquoise tower. The half plane of the hospitality area on the first floor was well preserved, and it was roughly intact. From this point of view, the strength of this tower is the strongest known so far.

Looking a little, he saw a fun space filled with luxurious decorations, with a baroque sense of intoxication, various entertainment facilities, as well as office spaces, reception areas, counters, etc., all available, detailed partitions . The space on the demiplane is vast, and likewise, there are a lot of living corpses here.

Lu Zhengkang squatted at the door, squinting his eyes to record the positions of the ten apprentices in the reception area.

Those who play psychological tactics are dirty.

That is to say, this group of people became living corpses, otherwise even Lu Zhengkang would not dare to rush into the turquoise tower.

It's not terrible to be remembered by a psychic, but it is terrible to be remembered by a group of psychic.

The methods of this group of spiritual abilities are not so dark. As far as Lu Zhengkang's experience in the game for so many years is concerned, all mental spellcasters will be shot and killed, there must be innocent people, but if they are shot one after another, they will definitely slip through the net.

What kind of reflective shields, short-distance teleportation, time transitions, and super-dimensional shelters. Under normal circumstances, it is difficult to find their main body, unless it is attributed to crushing, what is the real eye, what is the unreasonable characteristics such as mental immunity If they are stacked high, or just hit the surrounding area into a dead magic zone, otherwise they will easily be overturned by these dirty things.

Give them a chance to catch their breath and fly away.

Lu Zhengkang himself also likes to play with spirit. To some extent, he is self-aware...

As for now, it's still the same sentence, it shouldn't worry about these people becoming living corpses.

After making a good gesture, Lu Zhengkang raised his hand and threw a flying sword. To say that he is actually a genius of cultivation, he is extremely proficient in using various methods, and even the swordsmanship is masterless, as if he can come true just by thinking in his heart. He beat out this golden rainbow, splitting into dozens of them halfway, just to give each living corpse wandering in the reception area a sword, but not all the heads are clear, some have their necks cut off, and some are just cut off. Tian Ling Gai, a little bit more biased, cut on the waist, but it was finally cut off.

Feijian's attack is still very strong. All this is a spike. Fortunately, the living corpse has a slow response. Otherwise, if there is a successful release warning, Lu Zhengkang may have to move in tactically first.

The dead living corpses are turned into salt, and the gold coins left in place are basically gold coins. Of course, there are other debris dropped. What are the materials for upgrading weapons, the medium of alchemy, potions, and ashes, but they will not fall. Drop key items, things like access control cards, even if this group of living corpses is a human hand, but they just don't fall, and Lu Zhengkang has to search all over to find it in a specific location.

When the reception area was empty, he came in generously to search, except for a pile of meaningless spell books, which was a set of apprentice robes, and some refuge residents called stone statues, all of which were waste.

Speaking of it, Lu Zhengkang is actually quite curious about how to use magic on the nameless island. There is no magic net or natural elements here. What are they sensing? Could it be a double tree of time and space?

It is not impossible. The double tree of time and space is the lowest concept of "Three Worlds". Since the nameless island is built on this framework, it will continue to use this setting.

Lu Zhengkang has not encountered the mage sect here for the time being, otherwise, he can talk to them.

He is too eager for the truth now.

Lu Zhengkang is fighting steadily on the nameless island, but the anxiety in his heart is increasing. This anxiety is like a green snake hiding in the grass, with chilly scales and deadly fangs, but Never show up, let Lu Zhengkang ponder and search, every step closer to the truth, he is one step closer to the abyss, he must find a way to break this vicious circle, otherwise what awaits him is bound to be lost.

His doubts about the authenticity of his existence, the boundless and sneaky cult of nihilism, everything gnawed at him like a bug, he just moved forward according to inertia, his soul flew high, but his **** was not there. Landing.

——Just like Master Tang in "Let the Bullets Fly".

Lu Zhengkang, who felt painful in his heart, vented his anger on the living corpses on the nameless island. The flying sword in his hand was getting faster and faster and more surprised. The pill of Qi was spinning rapidly, and the mana was poured into the flying sword, as if blood had flowed into it. Like the organ, Lu Zhengkang can experience this feeling.

Feijian carries his thoughts. From a monotonous tool that only approximates the sense of touch, a more complex system is slowly extended. Feijian slowly gains a sense of smell, vision, sense of direction, and A sense of balance...The mana of Qi Dan and Lu Zhengkang's will constitute the brain, bones, flesh, and skin of Feijian. This is the realm of the unity of humans and swords. Lu Zhengkang is only a beginner and has reached such a realm. Naturally, he can be said to be a talented person. If he is a serious practitioner, he can practice the rainbow technique with his body. Attached to the sword aura of the flying sword, not only the sword aura's power soars~www.wuxiaspot.com~, there is no need to worry about being attacked by the fragile body, it can be described as unparalleled.

The splendid golden feathers resemble sparks leaping in the sky, with sword aura for three thousand miles, coming like wind and sending the moon, and receiving like a flat sea.

Lu Zhengkang is like a grim bystander. With his fleshy senses and flying sword senses, he has precise intuitions about the spatial distance, energy fluctuations, and thought fluctuations around him, living things and death Things can't hide in his eyes, and he has a vision called salt.

The nameless island is cold, but salt is the infrared here. Salt is everything. It is an indicator of intelligence and weight. The more salt, the stronger the monster, and the clearer the senses in Lu Zhengkang.

He stood in a secret corner, only using Feijian to look for enemies everywhere.

Lu Zhengkang was enjoying the endless salt that gathered on him following the trajectory of the flying sword massacre.

The candle flame exploded, and the dead rested in his light, giving him a steady stream of strength.

Lu Zhengkang is shining, and the brilliant antlers are like the epitome of galaxy. He feels his incomparable divinity.

He was slightly lost.

What a wonderful feeling.

Intoxicating.

Different from the power he had when he was the pope, he stepped down from the throne and picked up the butcher knife himself. This intuitive killing made the animality in his genes tremble.

The more elegant, sophisticated, and artistic slaughter, the more addictive it is like poison.

Putting aside all unnecessary worries, just simply enjoying the artwork that you created, watching the rapid increase in the progress of the drawing, as if victory is so easy to come by, in this process, the reflection of human nature is completely cloud-like and can be thrown away.

Lu Zhengkang whispered: The false generation, false love, can die!

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