The night is deep, the mountains are spread across the sky, a crescent moon is accompanied by a few scattered stars, and the world is looked down upon indifferently. No matter how many mountains of blood, seas of blood and corpses there are in the world, and how many vicissitudes of life there are, it remains the same.
If in the eyes of a perceptual literati, this would probably be a sad and sad work, as the saying goes that since ancient times, beauties are like famous generals and are not allowed to grow old in the world.
But in the eyes of practitioners, this is the dividing line between immortality and mortals. If you go further to reach immortality, you will become ordinary if you stay still. As for taking a step back, well, you will be dead.
At this moment, Zhang Yang was sitting cross-legged on a ridge on the Nudar Ridge, looking up at the moon and looking down at the mountain, thinking about the past and looking for his way back.
He was also extremely emotional.
There was a time when he really wanted to be tricked into it by the subconscious in this body, or by the rules of this world, and he wanted to conquer the world or something like that.
Fortunately, he understood the Dragon Soul Talisman and condensed ten pseudo-dragon tears in one breath, which brought his strength to a higher level. Only then did he notice the subtle erosion that was almost imperceptible to him.
Yes, it is erosion, a kind of malice coming from the will of this world.
If he couldn't break free in the end, but was tempted to sink, then probably those anti-virus hunters wouldn't need to be dispatched.
With such thoughts, Zhang Yang did not deliberately let go of his mind, but naturally used his hands to form a spiritual seal like water waves.
This was what he had transformed from the Dragon Soul Talisman. Hidden in the spiritual seal was the power of gathering pseudo-dragon tears.
"Go!"
With a sound, like a tripod, Zhang Yang pushed and sent away with his right hand, and the water-like spiritual seal was sent more than ten feet away by him, and fell into an altar that had been set up in advance.
And there are seven such altars on the mountain ridge here. They seem chaotic, but they have their own rules.
After a while, Zhang Yang formed another seal with his bare hands and sent the second spiritual seal into the second altar.
Two full hours later, Zhang Yang was already sweating profusely, his face was pale, and his eyes were no longer as agile as before, except for the cheerful smile at the corner of his mouth.
Because all seven altars have been integrated with spiritual seals, and what connects these seven altars is a larger dragon soul talisman.
"seal up!"
Zhang Yang scolded, and in an instant, silver light flashed on the ground, and silver lines appeared in the seven altars, connecting each other, and finally turned into a picture of a giant dragon lying down.
This is the shape of the Nudar Ridge that has been reduced countless times, and it is also the shape of the dragon soul talisman between Zhang Yang's eyebrows.
He had learned Archimedes' lever after all, and now this enlarged version of the Dragon Soul Talisman was his lever! It is used to leverage the dragon's magic power contained in the entire Nudar Ridge.
"Buzz!"
In this night, the Nudar Ridge, which is thousands of miles long from east to west, suddenly emitted a faint buzzing, or a faint vibration.
If we use technology on earth to monitor, an earthquake of at least magnitude 1 should have occurred at this time.
But at this moment, no one living in and around Nudar Ridge, including humans, beasts, and elves, could sense this weak vibration. It was too weak.
However, after all, this is the vibration of a thousand-mile mountain ridge, enough to bring back dozens of times, no, at least hundreds of times the dragon's magic power to Zhang Yang.
At this moment, the dragon soul talisman on the ground suddenly shone brightly, as if endless power was poured into it.
Zhang Yang didn't dare to neglect, he stepped on the seven stars, formed a sealing talisman on his hand, and guided the dragon's magic power into his body.
"Boom boom boom boom boom!"
In an instant, Zhang Yang heard seven thunders in his body. The first four thunders were heard through his ears, but the last three thunders sounded deep in his soul.
"One note from the spiritual platform, Yushu will return."
"The golden lotus nourishes the soul and its seven orifices connect to the sea."
Reciting the mantra of the soul nourishing talisman, Zhang Yang used the magic power of the giant dragon to directly rush it to the sixth level, and then the seventh level! This is basically close to what he achieved when he was a Zerg trumpet.
The seventh-level soul-nurturing talisman has made his soul at least three times stronger from its original foundation.
In a ball of golden light, Zhang Yang automatically opened his inner vision and saw that his spiritual sea had been formed, but the area was a bit small, about ten square meters. This was incomparable to the body's spiritual sea, which was always as vast as the ocean, but it was his. This trumpet takes a small step towards the transcendent boundary in this world.
After a long time, Zhang Yang withdrew his spiritual thoughts and released them in an instant. A soul force field with a diameter of 100 meters was immediately formed. Well, this is probably equivalent to a B-level soul strength. With this soul force field, he can make the Spear of Imprisonment. The power of demon gold is no longer needed.
"Kakaka!"
When Zhang Yang stood up, the bones all over his body were creaking. Although he had used most of the dragon's magic power to attack the soul-raising talisman, there was still a small part of the dragon's magic power integrated into this body. , naturally benefited a lot, and indirectly became a dragon blood warrior.
After taking a look at the attributes, Zhang Yang hesitated for a second, and then activated the soul force field to touch a certain position deep in the soul of the body. With a click, something broke, then fell off, turned into ashes, and disappeared. trace.
This thing is the last mark on Theo, the farmer's son, who belongs to this world. Once this mark is gone, he will no longer be Theo, and he will not be accepted by the rules of this world.
In other words, he has entered the point of no return for the virus. Well, at least he is not a virus until he does not intend to destroy the world.
At this moment, his mind moved again, and the black watch on his left wrist appeared. It was the remnant of the wanderer camp.
I touched the black watch with my hand, and a message appeared on it.
"Should we establish a first-level tourist camp here?"
"yes!"
Zhang Yang did not hesitate this time, because he was able to control this thing, and it was an excellent coordinate to contact the main body.
Whoosh, the black watch turned into a black light and disappeared under Zhang Yang's feet, but there was nothing in this camp.
He didn't care, so he just waited quietly. About ten minutes later, the corner of a huge black sail emerged from the void. The next second, Zhang Yang's true body appeared, and the memories and souls of both parties instantly communicated with each other.
After another second, Zhang Yang's body quickly left through the black sail of death. Nothing seemed to happen. Only the wanderer camp turned into a fire of nothingness. This was the price it paid for being a coordinate.
Of course, Zhang Yang also had an extra bag of spirit stones in his trumpet hand.
"The situation is so bad."
After a long time, Zhang Yang sighed. The main reason why the subject came here in person was to send him memories, because the situation in the Qingming Realm was very serious.
Since the Green Underworld was kicked out of the Ashes Cemetery, once it entered the main trunk of the river of time, it was like entering a hunting ground. In just a short period of time, the Green Underworld had encountered more than a dozen waves of invasions, large and small. If not The main body was well prepared at the beginning and used the Qingming Sword to secure the gate of Tianjian Sect. I was afraid that at this time the main body would be bankrupt and exiled again.
Because the enemy doesn't give them any time to develop.
Therefore, in this case, the subject will personally come through the black sail of death in the busy schedule of the fierce battle, in order to ensure that once the Green Underworld is breached, the subject will be firmly locked by the enemy, even if he escapes to the end of the world. There is no way to make a comeback.
Therefore, the trumpet role of Zhang Yang is very important.
Because he can arrange an escape route for the main body in advance, or prepare an opportunity for the main body to make a comeback.
All in all, this is pretty much what it means to never come back again.
Standing in the hunting wind, Zhang Yang was under great pressure. The soul of his trumpet was too weak. Even though the main body had blocked a lot of terrible information, it had a considerable negative impact on him.
"Then, to the anti-virus hunters of the fifth sequence, I have to say sorry. I will compensate you tenfold in the future."
Zhang Yang murmured to himself, then he glanced at the storage bag, hesitated for a second and hid it directly. This is the only material help that the subject can bring him. If there is too much, it will be invaded by the Green Underworld. The terrifying enemy is sensed.
Therefore, this must be reserved for his future use when building the foundation.
Now, let's borrow some ammunition from friendly forces.
Well, let's charge it to my little cousin's account.
Zhang Yang sighed silently in his heart, feeling that his conscience was deeply condemned.
Then, he returned to the camp and immediately arranged twelve dragon soul talisman altars that could move levers. He needed more dragon magic power and more pseudo-dragon tears.
In just three days, Zhang Yang borrowed 500 pseudo-dragon tears from Nudar Ridge in one go.
This was so scary. Many of the trees in the nearby mountains and valleys were dead.
But time waits for no one.
Two Jatu hussars and five Jatu attackers were directly promoted to the fourth-level professional Jatu warlord by Zhang Yang using pseudo-dragon tears.
Five expedition retinues and five noble second sons were directly promoted to rank five professional adventure heroes by Zhang Yang using pseudo-dragon tears.
Originally, Zhang Yang wanted to push old Alek to rank five adventure hero in one breath, but in the end he held back, because although pseudo-dragon tears are very effective, if there is not enough intelligence to suppress them, the result will be stupid. Silly, well, it’s not that serious. It’s similar to the heretical black knight with the highest human combat power in the cultist camp. The fighting instinct is extremely powerful, but it can only be used for fighting. If you want to communicate, if you want to talk about love, if you want him Do something more complicated, that's impossible.
The six Jatu warlords and ten adventure heroes now exist like this. They are powerful in combat, but they can only serve as NPCs.
"The anti-virus hunters are coming soon, so I have to hurry up."
Zhang Yang continued to borrow 500 Pseudo Dragon Tears from Nudar Ridge, and upgraded the 20 Misty Mountain Barbarians overnight. After 9 of them died, 11 of them successfully broke through to level four Bear Claw Berserkers. In the end, they will be transformed into dragon-blooded warriors with the help of dragon soul talismans.
This is a more powerful and complete dragon-blooded warrior than the previous Bob.
The health value is as high as 145, the strength is 60, the agility is 40, the iron bone is level 15, the strong attack is level 15, the running is level 15, the weapon mastery is level 15, and the healing is level 10.
"Set off!"
Early the next morning, Zhang Yang ordered everyone to abandon their luggage, abandon the camp that was already taking shape, and start running away. It was impossible not to run, because the anti-virus hunters were coming, and he had no interest in confronting these people. superior.