For the next few days, Ling Ping'an stayed upstairs.
Other than going downstairs to get takeout, he had been busy preparing all kinds of historical materials and materials for the Song Dynasty.
In less than two days, his bedroom was filled with all kinds of history books.
There were the orthodox "Xu Zizhi Tongjian", "History of the Song Dynasty", as well as all kinds of unofficial history and jokes. There were also the notes of scholars of the time, as well as all kinds of papers and research reports downloaded from the Internet.
On the wall of the bedroom, there were all kinds of maps. They were basically the borders, administrative areas, and the political divisions and traffic roads of the surrounding areas of the Song Dynasty.
In short, he was fully prepared.
Now, all that was left was to determine the time and the identity of the protagonist.
However...
There was no hurry!
Ling Ping'an took out his phone and looked at the icon of the "Legend of Nightmare".
It was already counting down.
In another hour, he would be able to enter the virtual reality game world again and happily mow the grass.
The last game experience was really great!
So much so that even after a week, he still had a lot of aftertaste.
Thus, he put down the work he was doing.
He held his phone and prepared to access the virtual reality game.
Then, he quietly began to wait for the game to open.
… …
In the depths of Chang'an City, the layers of formations of the Xinghan Shaofu covered everything.
Liu Gu stood in front of a divine kiln and watched as a clay figurine he had just made was sent into the divine kiln.
He picked up a pen and began to record on a bamboo slip.
"Thirty-second firing experiment..."
"The clay figurine is in good condition..."
"The divine kiln is in good condition..."
"The divine kiln is charged..."
In the end, these words were condensed into one word on the bamboo slip.
This was the great creation of the Tianshang Dynasty!
In a long time before the ancestral dragon descended, the dynasty called Tianshang ruled this land.
The royal family of Tianshang was the descendant of the Heavenly Phoenix.
Therefore, they brought the Heavenly Phoenix's writing technique to the human world.
This technique condensed countless words into one word by writing them on special bamboo slips. Moreover, it could be encrypted.
After encryption, other than the person who wrote the words and the person who knew the password, no one could see the condensed content of this word.
Therefore, in the Tianshang Dynasty, spells were knowledge that only nobles and priests could master.
Commoners had never even heard of it!
It was not until the ancestral dragon descended that this situation changed.
Ancestral Dragon brought with him paper and printing. He swept through the feudal vassals, unified the country, and established Immortal Qin.
Then, he forcibly ordered the nobles and priests who had previously mastered spells to hand over their passwords and books.
Those who disobeyed would die!
Take their spells and passwords with you to hell!
This was the famous burning of books and burying of scholars!
Liu Zhi's eyes were fixed on the divine kiln.
As the spirit energy in the divine kiln began to overflow, a powerful spirit fire rose up and slowly roasted the clay figurines that were made of special spirit mud mixed with many kinds of special metals, causing them to fuse.
Spirit energy swam through their bodies and formed unique patterns.
An hour later, the door of the divine kiln was opened.
A terracotta figure that was completely red and still emitting smoke walked out of it.
The two agate stones embedded in its eyes lit up.
It knelt in front of its creator and bowed.
Liu Zhi watched with both joy and regret.
He was happy because he had finally succeeded, but regretful because the terracotta figures he had refined were not made by the Ancestral Dragon.
It could only accept simple orders and carry out basic tasks.
And it could not be like the Ancestral Dragon\'s terracotta army and bronze legion, which could carry out orders and tasks independently and make corresponding judgments.
"Legend has it that the Ancestral Dragon refined a total of three types of terracotta figures..."
"What I refined today should be the first type refined by the Ancestral Dragon..."
"So..." Liu Zhi touched the book in his hand. "It is the notes of the Ancestral Dragon at the beginning..."
… …
Han Li jumped down from the tall building and landed steadily on the ground.
The murmurs in her ears had helped her identify all the ghosts and evil spirits in the vicinity.
"You can\'t run away..." Han Li held the spirit blade and ran in one direction at full speed.
As she ran, she added a seal to herself.
That was a spell that she had comprehended while cultivating the spiritual sacrifice of the Deathwalker.
It was called: the gift of the wind!
Thus, her slender and beautiful legs received the blessing and love of the wind.
Every step she took was as light as a fairy.
She could now dance on the palm of the king like the swallow in the Han Palace in ancient times.
However, she was now using this artistic footwork to track down her enemy.
An evil wizard who manipulated corpses and undead spirits.
Tap! Tap!
Tap! She crossed a collapsed wall and the spirit blade cut through the clumsy and ridiculous maze that it had set up.
The base that the lich had been operating in this area for a long time was completely exposed in broad daylight.
After realizing that its spell was destroyed, the monster holding a staff made of human bones raised its head. The will-o '-the-wisp in its eye sockets looked at the demon hunters who were charging at it. It immediately began to cast spells in a flurry.
"Fear!" It chanted an incantation, and a ball of greenish-gray spirit energy overflowed from its body.
"Numb!" It grew bony fingers and released a ball of greenish-gray gas.
"Lightning!" A bolt of lightning was released from its staff.
If it was an ordinary demon hunter, they would definitely suffer a huge loss if they were caught off guard. They might even be knocked down by these three moves in a single exchange.
However, the murmurs in Han Li\'s ears had already told her the characteristics and spells of this monster.
She jumped up lightly and threw the spirit blade in her hand. With a powerful psionic power, it pierced towards the monster\'s fragile eye socket.
At the same time, under the protection of the wind, her body quietly but extremely quickly approached the back of the monster.
Before it could react, a scarlet long whip rolled up in Han Li\'s hand.
Crack! The long whip completely wrapped around the monster\'s head.
At this moment, the spirit blade that was thrown out arrived late and pierced into the middle of the monster\'s pitch-black eye socket.
Boom!
The lich\'s skeleton shattered on the ground.
However, it was still not dead. On its head that had turned into bones, the upper and lower jaw opened and closed and said, "Succubus!"
"Whose subordinate are you?!"
"I\'m a human!" Han Li stepped on its bones. "I\'m a human who hunts you!"
"Heh!" A mocking smile came from the lich\'s jaw. "Human?"
"Sooner or later, this world will become a part of the great abyss!"
"Human... your flesh and soul will become nutrients for the eternal abyss!"
"You can\'t even do anything to me!"
It was a lich.
It had long hidden its phylactery in the abyss. Even if it died here, its soul would be resurrected in the abyss.
"Is that so?!" Han Li smiled. Her smile was very cute.
The rustling in her ears. Under the urging of the ravings, she squatted down with her increasingly plump body and grabbed the head.
She looked at the lich\'s head. "Is it safe to hide the phylactery in the abyss?!"
"Wrong!"
So, she carried the head and used its bones to make a strange symbol on the ground.
This was a little invention designed by Mr. Umr for the creatures of the abyss.
It was a scientific, safe, and effective creation.
Then, she threw the lich\'s head into it.
She began to chant words of unknown meaning.
As she chanted, the symbol on the ground gradually flashed.
The lich only knew at this moment that things were not good.
But it was too late!
Its bones turned into ashes in the light, along with its phylactery hidden in the abyss.
When the light dissipated, there was only one thing on the ground. A round, white walnut-like thing.
That was the lich\'s brain nucleus, Mr. Umr\'s masterpiece.
… …
Chu Weiwei sat in the bedroom and looked at the clock on the wall.
The hour hand slowly pointed to eleven o\ 'clock.
The Mark of Nightmare on her wrist began to heat up.
"I wonder if I will be able to meet Senior this time?" Chu Weiwei thought.
A few days ago, the monk with the Buddhist name Fa Hai killed the Werewolf Duke William in Kunlun State and subdued the Headless Horseman Hill. The news had already spread throughout the Blackguard.
Unfortunately, this divine monk's whereabouts were difficult to find. No one knew where he was or where he went.
Only Chu Weiwei vaguely guessed that he was probably in the so-called Nightmare World.
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