Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 843 Processing

Zhang Deming ignored the other party, turned around, and flew towards the City of Ten Thousand Demons.

"Flying in the wrong direction?" Shen Lingjun asked in confusion.

Zhang Deming, however, frowned indifferently and said: "Come on, even if you go to the forbidden area now, as long as you are not alone, what kind of treasure can you find, and then you dare to sleep?

Since I can't hide it and I have to hand it over, why should I spend so much time? Isn't this just looking for trouble? They want to work, let them do it on their own. "

Although the words were true, when Shen Lingjun heard the words, he still looked at Zhang Deming with confusion, always feeling that something was wrong with the whole thing.

Based on Shen Lingjun's understanding of Zhang Deming, how could he return without reaping any benefits after working so hard to come here? This is totally not the attitude this poor guy should have.

But since he came here, the other party has really looked like a highly respected Daxiu from the human race. He really has no covetous view of the forbidden land, and he really has the Emperor Bird Token in hand.

This is where things go wrong!

Because this was not only inconsistent with Zhang Deming’s character that he knew, but also made the other party’s actions too contradictory. You can't come all the way here just to see something strange, right?

"Could it be that you were frightened by the powerful light and shadow just now?" Shen Lingjun whispered in confusion.

Zhang Deming ignored the other party and flew directly towards the City of Ten Thousand Demons.

Just after walking a certain distance, he sensed something. He paused and looked back at the direction of the pursuit. It seemed that a very strong wave was coming.

Probably because it was too far away, Zhang Deming only had a vague sense. After such a long time, you must have flown far away, and you can still feel the fluctuations. How intense is it?

Anyway, it is definitely not the kind of noise that Zhang Deming and his friends could make with their previous "little fights".

"Tsk tsk, no matter who this angel light and shadow is, it seems that this time he is really enough to drink a pot!"

While whispering, Zhang Deming felt that there was still a lot of spiritual power left in his body. Following the spell induction in Mingming, he tried to activate the spiritual embryo spirit seed again.

"ah······"

As the spell was activated, Zhang Deming seemed to hear a scream.

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and looked at the horizon. Although he saw nothing, he felt that he was in a much better mood.

With a relaxed mood, he flew towards the City of Ten Thousand Demons.

Shen Lingjun emerged from his arm, feeling the change in Zhang Deming's mood, and glanced at him in confusion, wondering why he suddenly became happy again.

······

Bailingmen, Baimai Palace, and Grade A Qing Xiu Pond.

The training room was empty except for a vine swaying. This silence lasted for a long time.

Suddenly, as the vines swayed, a spiritual light flickered, and a space door suddenly appeared. Before the light door could be fully formed, a figure rushed out holding a long harp with shining light.

Immediately afterwards, before the complete space door was completely opened, it was immediately forcibly closed.

The moment the space door closed, a stream of light flew in, causing the space that had just been closed to fluctuate violently. In the end, due to various reasons, it failed to completely break through.

"puff······"

At this time, Zhang Deming, who was holding Changqin and falling to the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood again with his face already pale.

"Fight..."

The Changqin in his arms vibrated slightly for a moment, as if it was telling something.

Zhang Deming's spiritual power was almost exhausted at this moment, and his eyes were a little black. He was lying there, motionless, and did not reply immediately. He was afraid that he would not be able to hold on and fainted if the effort of saying a few more words was taken off in one breath.

It's okay to faint, but this place is not suitable for Lan Fuyao to cultivate.

Seeing this, Changqin, who was pressed under him and held in his arms, began to vibrate slightly, and a faint sound of the piano sounded. Little warm currents flowed into his body from the Changqin, repairing his injuries.

Zhang Deming took a breath and then said: "Don't worry, you won't die. You are in a better state, so don't mess around."

"Strive..." The sound of the piano vibrated and made a soft sound.

"Haha, I know better than you what kind of injury I have. It took a lot of effort to make you better. It took so much effort to make you look like a Spiritual Treasure.

It’s not easy to have children, and if it relapses, my sin this time will really be in vain. "As he spoke, Zhang Deming stood up with a grin on his face and sat on the ground.

In the process, his injuries were affected, making his expression a little ferocious and distorted.

Changqin fell silent and stopped shaking. After Zhang Deming let go of her, she gradually floated up and regained her aura.

"How is it? How are you doing now?" After sitting down, as the exercise script was running, Zhang Deming's spiritual power began to recover quickly. He looked at Lan Fuyao while healing his injuries.

"Strive..." Changqin trembled slightly, and an inexplicable message came out.

Zhang Deming frowned and said: "Forget it if you can't transform, can't you condense the state of the weapon spirit?"

"You can condense the weapon spirit in advance, but you need to recognize the owner and take the time to make the Spiritual Treasure form." Changqin vibrated and replied strangely again.

"Uh, let's forget about the recognition of the master or something. If it's beneficial to you, it's okay to go through the motions, but it's unnecessary for the Condenser Spirit to come out a little earlier.

When the time comes when your demon becomes a human being, you will have to cut off this connection again, which is really troublesome. "After clarifying Changqin's information, Zhang Deming replied.

"Your injury...?" Lan Fuyao asked.

Hearing this, Zhang Deming said casually: "Don't worry, you won't die. It's not like I haven't suffered more serious injuries than this.

You should still worry about yourself. No matter how bad my current state is, it is much better than the remnant soul you are in now. Well, your remnant soul is still someone else's. "

Zhang Deming replied with nothing to complain about, making Lan Fuyao silent for a moment, and then Changqin vibrated, and replied: "Then, I will continue to rest first."

His words were still as indifferent and cold as the stranger before.

Seeing this, Zhang Deming raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and quietly let go of the worries in his heart.

Immediately, the Changqin floated in the air, and in the radiant light, the subtle sound of the piano kept fluctuating. A faint stream of colorful light surrounded her, almost like a ball of light that enveloped her.

Seeing this, Zhang Deming hesitated for a moment and said, "Well... I am secretly hiding in Bailing Fudi now, and this place is not a normal retreat for practice.

So it's not suitable to make a big splash. It's safer to go back to the Alliance Secret Realm to recuperate. "

Lan Fuyao made a move. Listening to Zhang Deming's words, she remembered the days when Zhang Deming sneaked into Quanqingguan, and she was a little speechless.

With a criminal record, she didn't have to guess. It should be the same situation now that Zhang Deming is in Bailing Paradise.

"All right!" she replied.

Seeing this, Zhang Deming made a move and took it into the Yu Spirit World. Now the Spirit World has become a complete world, and it is also the core secret realm of the alliance. There is no problem in using it for cultivation.

······

After putting away Lan Fuyao, Zhang Deming breathed a long sigh of relief. While repairing the injury, he flipped his hand and a broken tortoise shell emerged.

At this moment, the aura of the tortoise shell was dim, and it was not as cracked as last time, but it was not much better, or worse.

In the very center of the tortoise shell, there is a long and narrow crack, and light can be seen through the tortoise shell. If there wasn't a little edge connecting the two ends, it would have been broken into two halves by now.

The weak spirituality of the tortoise shell also means that the tortoise shell was severely injured this time. Moreover, after it was damaged before, Zhang Deming took advantage of his free time to repair it in a hurry and did not have time to handle it carefully.

I didn't care about it at first. After all, this tortoise shell has the growth characteristics of symbiotic species and will automatically repair minor problems.

But so far, it has only been damaged for a few months, and it has not been fully recovered. Now that such a serious injury occurs, if it is in the hands of ordinary weapon refining monks, this tortoise shell should be completely destroyed.

"Oh, old man, thank you for your hard work." Zhang Deming stroked the tortoise shell and whispered.

Over the years, this tortoise shell has indeed saved his life many times since it was trained.

The tortoise shell vibrated slightly, with some nostalgia and admiration, but no complaints or dissatisfaction.

Zhang Deming showed a smile and said: "Haha, don't worry, even if you are broken into pieces, I can still fight you back. Don't say such a thing."

As he spoke, a flowerpot-like refining furnace appeared in front of him, and as Zhang Deming waved his hand, a vine swayed out.

He waved his hand and threw the tortoise shell into the flowers, then turned over his hands and found many precious materials, and began to heal the wounds and repair the tortoise shell.

During this process, Zhang Deming frowned slightly. Repairing the artifacts was not difficult for his unique weapon refining method. However, these many traumas and spiritual damage have somewhat damaged the foundation of this tortoise shell.

You know, it has symbiotic species and has strong growth potential. Originally, even if Zhang Deming did not nurture it and threw it into a spiritual vein, countless years later, it might be promoted to an eight-star Spiritual Treasure.

Now that his spirituality has been damaged, even if he continues to train again, this possibility will be infinitely reduced.

After hesitating for a moment, he turned his hand and took out the last complete piece of Emperor Liujian. He looked at the flowers and trees in front of him and said:

"Forget it, I'll give you a break. Since the Insect Nest has decided to merge with the Entering Spirit Cloud itself, there is no need to waste it on the Emperor."

As he spoke, Zhang Deming threw the ball of light into the vines.

In an instant, the vines started from the flowers and turned golden. The tortoise shell conceived in it began to become full of spirituality, and even the magic vine created by Zhang Deming seemed to be completely transformed into spirit.

The objects in the surrounding rooms seemed to have a weak spiritual birth under the influence of the golden light. It can be seen from this that even stubborn rocks can be transformed into essences, so this should not be a lie.

I called for an examination at ten o'clock, but the doctor didn't come at twelve o'clock. I almost stayed up all night.

There is no manuscript saved, so I updated it yesterday!

(End of chapter)