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

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

Within two days, his bedroom was filled with all kinds of history books.

There are orthodox "Continuation of Capital and Governance Tongjian" and "History of the Song Dynasty", as well as various wild histories and paragraphs, as well as notes of literati at that time, and various papers and research reports downloaded from the Internet.

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

In short, he was well prepared.

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

But......

There's no rush to do this!

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

It's already counting down.

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

The last game experience was really great!

So much so that even after a week, he still has a lot of aftertaste.

So, he put down what he was doing.

Hold your phone and get ready to plug into the ring watch of 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 in it.

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

He picked up his pen and began to write on a piece of bamboo slip.

"The ...... of the 32nd Firing Experiment"

"The clay figurines are in good condition......

"The kiln is in good condition......"

"Divine Kiln Charged ......"

Eventually, these characters were condensed into one character on the bamboo slips.

This is the great creation of the Tianshang Dynasty!

In the long time before the ancestral dragon was born, a dynasty known as the Heavenly Shang ruled the land.

The royal family of Tianshang is the descendant of Tianfeng.

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

This technique condenses countless words into a single character by writing words on special bamboo slips, and it can also be encrypted.

After encryption, no one can see the condensed content of the word except the person who wrote the text and the person who held the password.

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

Civilians have not even heard of it!

It wasn't until the ancestral dragon came to the world that this situation was changed.

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

He then forcibly ordered the nobles and priests who had previously mastered their spells to hand over their codes and books.

Death to those who disobey!

Die with their spells and passwords!

This is the famous book-burning pit Confucian!

Liu Yu's eyes were staring at the divine kiln tightly.

As the spiritual energy in the divine kiln began to overflow, a powerful spiritual fire rose up, and the clay figurines mixed with special spiritual mud and various special metals were gradually roasted and fused.

Psionic energy travels within their torsos, forming special lines.

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

A red, smoking terracotta figurine came out of it.

The two agate stones set in its eyes lit up.

It knelt before its own Creator and bowed its knees.

Liu Yu looked at it, both pleased and a little regretful.

Happily, he finally succeeded, but unfortunately the terracotta figurines he refined were not the terracotta figurines refined by Zulong.

It can only accept simple instructions and perform basic tasks.

However, it is impossible to perform orders and tasks independently and make corresponding judgments like Zulong's terracotta warrior corps and bronze war regiments.

"Legend has it that the ancestral dragon refined a total of three kinds of terracotta figurines......"

"What Gu is refining today should be the first kind of ...... refined by the ancestral dragon."

"So......" Liu Yu touched the book in his hand: "It is Zulong's notes at the beginning......"

…………………………

Han Li jumped down from the tall building and landed steadily 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 in one direction at a high speed.

As she ran, she added a magic seal to herself.

This is a spell she has realized by practicing the "Spiritual Rite of the Death Walker" during this period.

Its name is called: The Gift of the Wind!

As a result, her slender and toned legs were blessed and remembered by the wind.

Every step is as light as a fairy.

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

Now, however, she uses this artistic footstep to track down her enemies.

An evil sorcerer who manipulates corpses and necromancy.

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She stepped over a collapsing wall, the blade slicing through its clumsy and ridiculously laid obstacle.

Expose one of the lich's long-standing bases in the region to broad daylight.

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

"Fear!" It chanted incantations, and a blue-gray aura spilled from it.

"Paralysis!" It gave birth to white, 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, or even a face, he will be defeated by these three tricks.

However, the whisper in Han Li's ear had already told her about the monster's characteristics and spells.

She jumped to her feet slightly, and the spirit blade in her hand threw out, with a powerful spiritual energy, stabbing into the monster's fragile eye socket.

At the same time, her body was sheltered by the wind, silently, but she approached behind the other party extremely quickly.

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

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

At this time, the spirit blade that was thrown belatedly pierced into the middle of the monster's dark eyes.

Rumble!

The lich's skeleton shattered to the ground.

But it was still not dead, and on the white ossified head, the upper and lower jaws were closed one by one, saying, "Succubus! ”

"Whose subordinate are you?!"

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

"Huh!" A mocking grin came out of the lich's jaws: "Human? ”

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

"Human ...... Your flesh and soul will be the nourishment of the eternal abyss! ”

"You can't even help me!"

It's a lich.

He has already hidden his life box in the abyss, and even if he dies here, his soul will be resurrected in the abyss.

"Really?!" Han Li smiled, and the smile was very cute.

The whisper whispered in her ear, and she squatted down her increasingly plump delicate body at the urging of whispering, and then grabbed the head.

She looked at the lich's head, "Hiding the life box in the abyss is foolproof?!" ”

"Wrong!"

So, she carried the skull and put a strange symbol on the ground with its bones.

This is Mr. Umr, a gizmo designed specifically for creatures in the abyss.

Scientific, safe and effective creation.

Then she threw the lich's head into it.

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

As she chanted, the symbols on the ground gradually shone brightly.

The Lich knew at this moment that something was wrong.

But, it's too late!

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

When the light cleared, there was only one thing on the ground—a round, white walnut-like thing.

That's the Lich Brain Nucleus, Mr. Umur's masterpiece.

……………………………………

Chu sat in the bedroom slightly, 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 burn.

"I don't know, will I be able to meet my seniors this time?" Chu thought slightly.

A few days ago, the monk with the legal name Fahai killed the werewolf Duke William in Kunlun Prefecture and subdued the headless horseman Hill, which had already spread all over the black-clothed guards.

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

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