Chapter 705

When Lu Zhengkang enters the turquoise tower, the half plane of the reception area on the first floor is well preserved, which is basically complete. So, the strength of this tower is the strongest known.

A little look, he saw a luxury decoration piled up out of the interesting space, there is a kind of Baroque intoxication, all kinds of entertainment facilities, as well as office space, reception area, counter and so on, all ready, detailed zoning. The space of the half plane is wide. Similarly, there are many living corpses here.

Lu Zhengkang squatted at the door, squinting, and wrote down the directions of the ten living corpse apprentices in the reception area one by one.

Those who play psychological tactics are dirty.

That is to say, these people have become living corpses. Otherwise, even Lu Zhengkang would not dare to break into the turquoise tower.

It's not terrible to be missed by a person with spiritual ability, but it's terrible to be missed by a group of people with spiritual ability.

The means of these people with spiritual ability are not as black as human beings. As far as Lu Zhengkang has been working hard in the game for so many years, if all the spiritual casters are shot, there must be innocent people, but if every other one is shot, there must be a fish in the net.

It is a difficult problem to find the reflection shield, teleportation, time transition and super dimensional shelter. Unless the unreasonable features such as attribute crushing, real eye and psychic immunity are stacked high, or the surrounding area is directly turned into a dead magic area, it is easy to be overturned by these dirty things.

Give them a chance to breathe and they can fly away.

Lu Zhengkang himself likes to play with his spirit. To some extent, he has self-knowledge

As for now, or that sentence, this group of people become a living corpse is not enough to worry about.

Lu Zhengkang raised his hand and threw out his flying sword. In fact, he was also a Taoist genius. He was very proficient in using all kinds of methods. He even had no master in the art of imperial sword. It was as if he could make it come true if he thought about it in his heart. His golden rainbow broke into more than ten ways on the way, and just gave a sword to every living corpse wandering in the reception area, but not everyone knew it Indeed, some of them had their necks cut off, some had their tianlinggai cut off, and some of them were even more inclined to cut off their waist and abdomen, but they were finally cut off.

The strength of Feijian's attack is very strong. It's all a second kill. Fortunately, the reaction of the living corpse is slow. Otherwise, Lu Zhengkang might have to change his tactics first to have a successful release warning.

The dead corpses turn into salt, and what they leave in place is basically gold coins. Of course, some of them drop other sundries, such as materials for upgrading weapons, mediums for alchemy, potions, and ashes. But they don't drop key items, such as access cards. Even if the group of corpses are only one person, they don't drop. They have to be searched by Lu Zhengkang Locate it.

When the reception area was empty, he came in and ransacked, except for a bunch of meaningless magic books, a set of apprenticeship robes, and some stone statues summoned by the shelter residents, which were all waste.

In fact, Lu Zhengkang is quite curious about how to use magic in the nameless island. There is no magic net or natural elements here. What are they sensing? Isn't it a time and space twin tree?

It's not impossible. The space-time double tree is the bottom concept in the third world. Since the nameless island is built on this framework, it will continue to use this setting.

Lu Zhengkang hasn't met the mage sect here for the time being. Otherwise, he can talk to them.

He's too eager for the truth now.

Lu Zhengkang is fighting steadily on the nameless Island, but his uneasiness is increasing. This uneasiness is like a green snake hiding in the grass. It has chilly scales and deadly fangs, but it has never been exposed. Let Lu Zhengkang ponder and search. Every step closer to the truth, he will be closer to the abyss. He must find a way to break this Vicious circle, otherwise waiting for him is doomed.

His doubts about the authenticity of his existence, his boundless and furtive worship of nihilism, all gnawed at him like a bug. He just moved forward according to the inertia, his soul soared up, but his buttocks didn't land.

Like master Tang in let the bullets fly.

In his heart, Lu Zhengkang, who is deeply distressed, releases his anger on the living corpses of the nameless island. The flying sword in his hand is faster and faster, and he is more and more surprised. The Qi Dan rotates rapidly, and the mana is poured into the flying sword, as if the blood has flowed into the organs. Lu Zhengkang can experience this feeling.

Flying sword carries his thinking. From a monotonous tool with only one kind of sense of touch, it gradually extends to a more complex system. Flying sword gradually has a sense of smell, vision, direction and balance The magic power of Qi Dan and the will of Lu Zhengkang constitute the brain, skeleton, flesh and skin of flying sword. This is the realm of the unity of man and sword. Lu Zhengkang is just a beginner. He is naturally gifted. If he is a serious Qi practitioner, he can transform his body into a rainbow, and he can be attached to the sword Qi of flying sword. Not only does his sword Qi power soar, but also he doesn't have to worry about being attacked by others. It can be said that he is matchless in fighting.

The brilliant golden Feihong is like a spark leaping in the sky. The sword is powerful for three thousand li. It comes like the wind sending the moon and receives like a sea level wave.Lu Zhengkang is like a cold spectator. With the sense of his own flesh shell and flying sword, he has a subtle intuition of the surrounding space distance, energy fluctuation and thinking fluctuation. There is no escape between living and dead things in his eyes. 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 there is, the stronger the monster will be, and the clearer the sense organs of Lu Zhengkang will be.

Standing in a secret corner, he only used the flying sword to look for the enemy.

Lu Zhengkang is enjoying the endless salt, gathering on him along with the path of the flying sword slaughter.

The candle burst, the dead rest in his light, feedback to him a steady stream of power.

Lu Zhengkang is shining. The shining antlers are like the miniature of the galaxy. He feels his incomparable divinity.

He was slightly absent-minded.

What a wonderful feeling.

It's intoxicating.

Unlike the power he held when he was a pope, he came down from the throne and personally picked up the butcher's knife. This intuitive killing made the beast in his genes tremble.

The more elegant, sophisticated and artistic the massacre, the more addictive it is.

Put aside all the unnecessary worries, just enjoy the works of art created by yourself, and watch the progress of pushing pictures soar rapidly, as if victory is so easy to get. In this process, the reflection of human nature is a floating cloud, which can be waved away.

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