I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 93: Prepare the game

For the next few days, Lingping stayed upstairs.

In addition to going downstairs to get takeaways, he has been busy upstairs preparing various historical materials and materials from the Song Dynasty.

Within two days of work, his bedroom was filled with various history books.

There are orthodox "Xu Zi Zhi Tong Jian" and "Song History", as well as various unofficial histories and paragraphs, as well as literati's notes at that time, and various papers and research reports downloaded from the Internet.

Various maps are hung on the walls of the bedroom, which are basically the borders, administrative regions and political divisions and traffic roads of the surrounding areas in the Song Dynasty.

In short, he has made enough preparations.

Now, all that is left is to determine the time and the identity of the protagonist.

But...

These are not in a hurry!

Lingping took out the phone and looked at the icon of the "Nightmare Legend" on it.

It’s already counting down.

In another hour, he can enter the virtual reality game world again and mow the grass happily.

The last game experience was really great!

So even if a week has passed, he still has endless aftertaste.

So he put aside his work.

Hold the phone and get ready to connect to the ring watch of the virtual reality game.

Then he quietly began to wait for the game to open.

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In the depths of Chang'an City, Xinghan Shaofu's layered arrays conceal everything in it.

Liu Yu stood in front of a sacred kiln, watching a clay figure he had just made by himself, being sent into the sacred kiln.

He picked up the pen and began to record on a piece of bamboo slips.

"The thirty-second firing experiment..."

"The clay figure is in good condition..."

"Shen Kiln is in good condition..."

"Shen Kiln Charge..."

In the end, these words were condensed into one word on bamboo slips.

This is the great creation of the Tianshang Dynasty!

In the long time before the Zulong came to the world, a dynasty called Tianshang ruled this land.

The royal family of Tianshang is the descendant of Tianfeng.

So, they brought Tianfeng's writing technique to the world.

This technique condenses countless words into one word by writing words on special bamboo slips, and can also be encrypted.

After encryption, no one can see the condensed content of this word except the person who writes the text and the person who masters the password.

So in the Celestial and Shang Dynasty, sorcery was knowledge that only nobles and priests could master.

The civilians have never heard of it!

This situation was changed when the Zulong was born.

Zu Long brought paper and printing. He swept the princes, unified the country, and established Xianqin.

Then he forcibly ordered the nobles and priests who had mastered the spells to hand over their codes and books.

The disobedient die!

To die with their spells and codes!

This is the famous book burning and confucianism!

Liu Yu's eyes stared at the Shenyao closely.

As the spiritual energy in the kiln began to overflow, a powerful spiritual fire rose, and the clay figurine, which was mixed with a variety of special metals with special spiritual clay, was gradually roasted to fuse them together.

Psionic energy wanders in their torso, forming special lines.

Half an hour later, the door of the Shenyao was opened.

A pottery figurine with red body and smoking came out of it.

The two agate stones inlaid in its eyes lit up.

It knelt before its creator, bowed its knees and worshiped.

Liu Yu looked at him, with joy and regret.

Fortunately, he finally succeeded, but unfortunately, the pottery figurines he refined are not the pottery figurines refined by Zulong.

It can only accept simple instructions and perform basic tasks.

It is unable to be as good as Zulong’s Terracotta Warriors and Bronze Warriors, autonomously executing orders and tasks, and making corresponding judgments.

"Legend, Zulong made three kinds of pottery figurines..."

"What Gu today cultivates should be the first type made by Zulong..."

"So..." Liu Yu touched the book in his hand: "It is Zu Long's initial notes..."

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Han Li jumped down from the tall building and landed steadily on the ground.

The babbling in her ears has helped her identify all the ghosts and evil spirits nearby.

"You can't run away..." Han Li held the spirit blade and ran in one direction quickly.

While running, she stamped herself.

This is a magic technique she learned from practicing "Death Walker's Spirit Sacrifice".

The name is: The Gift of Wind!

So, her slender and toned legs were blessed and missed by the wind.

Every step is as light as an elf.

She can now dance in the palm of the emperor like the ancient Han Gong Feiyan.

However, she now uses this artistic footsteps to track down her enemies.

An evil wizard who manipulates corpses and dead spirits.

Stick!

She stepped over an already collapsed wall, and the Spirit Blade cut through its clumsy and ridiculously arranged obstacles.

A base area that the Lich has been operating in this area for a long time is thoroughly exposed in broad daylight.

After discovering that his spell was destroyed, the monster holding a staff made of human bones raised his head, the ghost fire in his eye sockets looked at the demon hunter galloping towards it, and immediately began to cast his spells in a hurry.

"Fear!" It was chanting a spell, and a cloud of bluish aura overflowed from it.

"Paralysis!" It gave birth to ossified fingers, releasing a cloud of blue-gray gas.

"Lightning!" A bolt of thunder was released from its staff.

If it is an ordinary demon hunter, if he is caught off guard, he will definitely suffer a big loss, even a face-to-face encounter, he will be defeated by these three tricks.

However, the babbling in Han Li's ear had already told her the characteristics and spells of this monster.

She leaped up gently, and threw the spirit blade in her hand, with powerful psychic energy, piercing the fragile eye socket of the monster.

At the same time, her body was under the shelter of the wind, quietly, but very quickly approached behind the opponent.

Before he could react, a scarlet whip was rolled up in Han Li's hand.

Slap! The long whip completely entangled the head of this monster.

At this time, the thrown spirit blade came late and plunged into the center of the monster's dark eye sockets.

Boom!

The lich's skeleton shattered to the ground.

But it is still alive. On the boned head, the upper and lower jaws are closed one by one and said: "Succubus!"

"Whose subordinate are you?!"

"I am a human!" Han Li stepped on its bones: "Hunt your humans!"

"Heh!" A mocking smile appeared in the Lich's jaw: "Human?"

"Sooner or later this world will become part of the great abyss!"

"Humans... your flesh and soul will become the nourishment of the eternal abyss!"

"You can't even help me!"

It is a lich.

Hidden the phylogeny in the abyss a long time ago, even if it is dead here, the soul will resurrect in the abyss.

"Really?!" Han Li smiled, very cute.

The rustling in her ears said, she squatted down on her increasingly plump body under the urging of babbling, and then grabbed the head.

She looked at the head of the lich: "Hiding the phylogeny in the abyss will be foolproof?!"

"Wrong!"

So, she carried the head and used its bones on the ground to place a strange symbol.

This is Mr. Umr, a small invention specially designed for abyssal creatures.

Scientific, safe and effective creation.

After that, she threw the head of the lich into it.

I started to recite words of unknown meaning.

As she sang, the symbols on the ground gradually shone.

The Lich knew that something was wrong now.

But, it's too late!

Its bones were wiped out in the light, along with its phylogeny hidden in the abyss.

When the light disperses~IndoMTL.com~ There is only one thing on the ground-a round, white walnut-like thing.

That is the Lich Brain Core, a masterpiece of Mr. Umr.

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Chu Weiwei sat in the bedroom, she looked at the clock on the wall.

The hour hand slowly ticked to eleven.

The nightmare mark on her wrist started to get hot.

"I don't know, can I meet seniors this time?" Chu Weiwei thought.

A few days ago, the monk named Fahai killed the Werewolf Duke William in Kunlun Prefecture and surrendered to the headless knight Hill. It had already spread throughout the black guards.

Unfortunately, this monk is hard to find, no one knows where he is and where he has gone.

Only Chu Weiwei vaguely guessed that he was probably in the so-called nightmare world.