I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

For the next few days, Ling Ping'an stayed upstairs.

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

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

There are the orthodox "Renewal of Funds and Governance" and "Song History", as well as various unofficial histories and jokes, as well as literati notes at that time, and various papers and research reports downloaded from the Internet.

On the wall of the bedroom, there are various maps, which are basically the borders, administrative areas and the political divisions and traffic roads of the Song Dynasty.

In short, he has been fully prepared.

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

but……

These are not in a hurry!

Ling Ping'an took out his mobile phone and looked at the icon of 'Nightmare Legend' on it.

The countdown is already on.

In another hour, he will be able to enter the virtual reality game world again and mow the lawn happily.

The last game experience was really great!

So that even after a week, he still has a lot of aftertastes.

So he dropped the job at hand.

Grab your phone and get ready to tap into that ring watch for a 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 Xinghan Shaofu cover everything in it.

Liu She stood in front of a divine kiln, watching a clay figurine he had just made with his own hands being sent into the divine kiln.

He picked up a pen and started recording on a piece of bamboo slip.

"The thirty-second firing experiment..."

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

"The kiln is in good condition..."

"The kiln is charged..."

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

This is the great creation of the Tianshang Dynasty!

In a long time before the ancestor dragon came into the world, a dynasty named Tianshang ruled this land.

The royal family of Tianshang is the descendant of Tianfeng.

Therefore, they brought Tianfeng's writing techniques to the world.

This technique condenses countless characters into one character by writing characters 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 wrote the text and the person who masters the password.

Therefore, in the Tianshang Dynasty, magic was a knowledge that only nobles and priests could master.

Civilians have never even heard of it!

When Zulong came into the world, this situation was changed.

Zulong brought paper and printing, he swept the princes, unified the country, and established Xianqin.

He then forcibly ordered the nobles and priests who formerly mastered the magic to hand over their passwords and collections of books.

Those who disobey die!

Die with their spells and codes!

This is the famous Burning Books and Confucianism!

Liu She's eyes were fixed on Shenyao.

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

The psionic energy roams within their torso, forming special lines.

After half an hour, the kiln door of the kiln was opened.

A red figurine, still smoking, came out of it.

The two agate stones inlaid in its eyes light up.

It knelt before its creator and bowed its knees.

Liu She looked at it with joy and regret.

Fortunately, he finally succeeded, but unfortunately, the pottery figurines he made were not those made by Zulong.

It can only accept simple commands and perform basic tasks.

However, it is impossible to perform orders and tasks independently, and make corresponding judgments, just like Zulong's pottery warriors and bronze warriors.

"It is said that Zulong refined three kinds of pottery figurines in total..."

"What Gu is refining today should be the first type of Ancestral Dragon refining..."

"So..." Liu She touched the book in his hand: "It was Zulong's first note..."

……………………

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

The whispers in her ears have 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 wildly in one direction.

While running, she added a seal to herself.

This is a technique she learned from her practice of "Death Walker's Spiritual Ritual".

Its name is: The Gift of the Wind!

As a result, her slender and fit legs were blessed and missed by the wind.

Every step you take is as light as an elves.

Now, she can dance on the palm of the king just like the ancient Han Palace Feiyan.

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

An evil wizard who manipulates corpses and undead.

Ding Ding Deng!

She stepped over a wall that had collapsed, and the spirit blade cut through its clumsy and ridiculous barriers.

A base that this lich has been operating in this area for a long time is completely exposed in broad daylight.

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

"Fear!" It chanted the incantation, and a cloud of blue-gray aura overflowed from it.

"Paralyze!" It gave birth to ossified fingers and released a cloud of blue-gray gas.

"Lightning!" A thunderbolt was released from its staff.

If an ordinary witcher is caught off guard, he will definitely suffer a big loss, or even face-to-face, he will be defeated by these three moves.

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

She jumped up gently, and threw the spirit blade out of her hand, with powerful spirit energy, stabbing the monster's fragile eyes.

At the same time, under the protection of the wind, her body was silently approaching the opponent's back very quickly.

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

Snapped! The long whip completely wrapped around the monster's head.

At this time, the spirit blade that was thrown was long overdue and plunged into the center of the monster's dark eye socket.

boom!

The lich's skeleton shattered to the ground.

But it is still not dead. On the ossified head, the upper and lower jaws are closed one by one, saying: "Succubus!"

"Whose subordinate are you?!"

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

"Huh!" A mocking smile emerged from the lich's jawbone: "Human?"

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

"Human... Your flesh and soul will become the nutrients of the eternal abyss!"

"You can't even help me!"

It's a lich.

The life box has already been hidden in the abyss, even if it dies here, the soul will be resurrected in the abyss.

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

She was rustling in her ears, and under the urging of babbling, she squatted down on her increasingly plump body, and then 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 placed a strange symbol on the ground with its bones.

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

Scientific, safe and effective creation.

Then, she threw the head of the lich into it.

Words of unknown meaning began to be recited in his mouth.

As she chanted, the symbols on the ground gradually flashed.

Only now did the lich realize that something was wrong.

But, it's too late!

Its bones perish 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's the Lich Brain, Mr. Umr's masterpiece.

………………………………

Chu Wei was sitting in the bedroom, and she looked at the clock on the wall.

The hour hand ticked slowly to eleven o'clock.

The nightmare mark on her wrist began to heat.

"I don't know, can I meet the senior this time?" Chu Wei thought.

A few days ago, the monk named Fahai killed William, Duke of Werewolf, in Kunlun Prefecture and subdued the Headless Horseman Hill.

It is a pity that this divine monk is hard to find, and no one knows where he is and where he went.

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