It's a very wonderful feeling.

"Zhao Fukong" stood under the soft light above his head and slowly closed his eyes.

Immediately after, as if he had merged into the entire light cluster, a screen similar to a computer desktop manipulating platform instantly appeared in his mental thoughts.

It's a bit like wearing VR glasses, but the sense of reality is many times stronger.

"Four categories..."

"Zhao Fukong" immediately saw that there were four categories displayed on this computer desktop-like platform.

Technology, Legends of Magic, Auxiliary, Entertainment.

In addition, there is also a holographic projection of Zhen Zhao in the upper left corner, which marks the six attributes of his body.

They are intelligence, mental strength, cell vitality, nerve reaction speed, muscle tissue strength, and immunity strength.

The rest is the reward points earned for this quest and the side story.

After handing in eighty percent as a punishment, Zhao Weikong currently only has more than 5,000 plot points and two B-level side plots left.

"It's a bit of a flashy statistic..."

Zhao Weikong looked at his six basic attributes, almost all of them exceeded three thousand.

The highest is the speed of nerve response and cell viability, which are approaching 4,000.

The basic six attributes of ordinary people are only 100.

Judging from every piece of data alone, Zhao Weikong is now thirty or forty times stronger than an ordinary person.

However, combat effectiveness is not just something that can be measured by a difference of 30 or 40 times.

This is a proportional multiple superposition, not a simple addition.

To put it bluntly, no one in any martial arts or even low-level Xianxia and magic world can kill his body.

What martial arts supreme, what great magician, I can't even see the afterimage of him moving.

And he has a separate state:

At the beginning of the fourth order of gene lock, it was normal (47% loss of control rate).

"No wonder it's a little crazy."

Zhao Wei's heart sank slightly, he finally knew why his personality was so distorted.

It turned out to be in an extremely high state of loss of control at any time.

The fourth order is strong, but it has to face a sense of superintelligence and rage brought about by the explosion of endless gene fragments in the body all the time.

For example, transferring all the data of a supercomputer running in a day's brain to an ant's brain will undoubtedly make the ant directly collapse its sanity.

And the super-signal impact brought about by the opening of the fourth order is far more than this.

There is also that kind of berserk feeling in the depths of the genes, which is the fundamental reason why all the fourth-order will get out of control.

This state will continue until the demons are overcome and the wall of the heart is created, and everything can be mastered perfectly.

"Next, let's take a look at the delightful exchange."

A hint of playfulness flashed in Zhao Weikong's eyes, and then he sank his thoughts into the four major exchange systems.

Needless to say, the famous Infinite Bullet Desert Eagle immediately came into view.

After that, the more expensive it is, the closer it is to real science fiction.

Alien spacecraft, orbital light cannons, intelligent life, you name it.

And the magic legend class is the corresponding move spell of various systems.

Zhao Fukong saw all kinds of forbidden spells, immortal arts, and magic skills.

But it's all too expensive.

Not to mention the tens of thousands of plot points at every turn, the key is to also need a double-A level side plot.

And the auxiliary class is some physique, bloodline.

For example, werewolves, blood clans, paladins, and some Taoist bodies and spirit bodies in the Eastern tradition.

There is also a godhead, but it is called "weak".

That's a full 100,000 plot points, and the price of three S-level side plots is simply prohibitive.

Moreover, if you want to become a god, you must meet the precondition of at least surviving the demons and reaching the middle of the fourth order.

Without the protection of the Heart Wall, the moment you become a god, you will be turned to ashes by the endless divine power.

Finally, there are some entertainment things, which are all kinds of and extremely cheap.

"I want to be a reincarnation..."

For a while, Zhao Weikong watched intently.

He was like a newcomer entering the world of reincarnation for the first time, and he watched it for a full hour.

Bloodline, exercises, magic weapons, magic, technology...

Everything was like a vast universe of light, which made him dizzy.

It's like shopping online and choosing products in the past.

"But by the fourth order, there's nothing left for the bloodline to be exchanged."

Zhao Shukong stared at the bloodline of a bloodline named the Duke of the Blood Clan and shook his head.

The fourth tier cannot be opened by exchange, and if he wants to transform into a blood clan now, it is very simple.

Wouldn't it be better to just find the blood prince in the team?

Let him bleed some, or get some skin tissue, and Zhao Fukong would be able to imitate the transformation with the powerful adaptability of the fourth order.

Before, he could turn the outer layer of dragon scale skin under the sword body of the Great Evil King, which was simply easy.

The bloodline is no longer attractive to him, but he is particularly concerned about all kinds of technological side and legendary magic exercises.

It's a pity that there aren't enough points...

"Zhao Fukong! What are you doing? ”

Just as he was watching carefully, Zhao Fukong suddenly saw Dimon walking slowly from behind.

At this moment, the other party had already taken off the brim of his robe, revealing a somewhat thin but very delicate face.

I have to say that Damon's experience is also a bit tragic.

When Duan Zhen was pulled into the world of illusion reincarnation by Vivian, after the second mission, he saw that Dimon was taken away by two veterans.

For the next ten days of rest, Dimon did not show up.

And the orientation of those two veterans seems to be somewhat...

"What the hell is going on with you?"

Although he felt some sympathy for Damon's plight, "Zhao Fukong" still spoke in a cold tone.

There are more poor people, isn't the demon Zheng Zhe pitiful?

He now has to make this inhuman gesture in order to fit his character.

If Duan Zhen came over by himself, maybe he would comfort Damon.

“... You! You..."

Seeing Zhao Fukong like this, a hint of flushing rose on his handsome and pale face.

He seemed to be a little angry, but with a hint of flattery:

"The little cousin you said before, is it true?"

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Fukong's eyebrows furrowed, he had handed over eighty percent of the plot gains, did this Damon still have to entangle.

"I... I just..."

A slight twist flashed on Damon's delicate face, as if he was embarrassed to say something.

He just looked at Zhao Weikong directly, and his fingers kept moving in front of his chest.

This weak and delicate shy expression may have a feeling of helplessness rising to any person of the opposite sex.

is used to flirt with girls, it is simply a hundred tests.

But Zhao Weikong looked at Damon's posture, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

It's not going to...

No, it won't!

Zhao Fukong's eyes suddenly sharpened, and his tone became extremely cold:

"Don't bother me in the future."

He spun a dagger in one hand and stabbed it at Damon's feet.

The floor of the main god's space is indestructible and indestructible, and all his daggers can only be flicked not far away.

When Dimon saw this scene, a trace of loss and pain suddenly rose in his eyes.

He slowly picked up the dagger that Zhao Fukong had been playing with, pressed it to his chest, and slowly left as if he had lost his soul.

"Damn Vivien!"

When Zhao Weikong saw such a scene, he couldn't help but curse secretly.

He didn't expect that Damon's subconscious had been forcibly changed like this by Vivian.

Obviously, in his memory, Dimon was definitely not in this state of mind.

This kind of subconscious distortion power is impossible to prevent at all.

It's just that people are tricked unconsciously, and they don't even know it when they are immersed in it.

......

"The mentality of everyone on the Demon Team needs to be repaired..."

Duan Zhen slowly opened his eyes and exhaled deeply.

He suddenly felt that he had done a great good thing by killing Vivien.

He has no prejudice at all about such questions.

After all, all things and all spirits are free and easy to live.

With the improvement of his cultivation and the broadening of his horizons, he will not have any prejudice and disgust.

But if it is this kind of change that is manipulated and manipulated, then he will definitely hate the main messenger behind the scenes.

"The Middle-earth team is also coming back."

Duan Zhen sighed, looking at the illusory Nine Voids, he vaguely felt that something had changed.

It was as if something representing the luck of this world had begun to evolve.

It carries an extremely strong sense of coercion and king's landing, as if it is suppressing the eight desolations and the four seas.

The Chinese dragon veins are combined, and the fortune is fixed.

The main mission of the Middle-earth team is finally about to be completed.

Duan Zhen got up for a long time, touched Xiao Nie Feng's hair, and slowly stepped out of the courtyard.

Before leaving, he turned a huge and complicated martial arts method into a group of spiritual thoughts, which sank into the depths of Xiao Nie Feng's heart.

In the future, as Xiao Nie Feng gradually grows up, those exercises will slowly emerge.

At this time, the sun was setting, and the fiery cloud halo gradually sank.

And Duan Zhen said to King Nie Ren that he wanted to go far away, and then left under the reluctance of the Nie family and his wife.

He walked under the twilight and saw a man again.

"Are you leaving?"

The Martial God of Zhongzhou stood at the end of the road with a smile, holding a red light full of life energy and a jar of wine in his hand.

This is Ryumoto and sake.

"yes, you're going to leave too, right?"

Duan Zhen was slightly stunned, but a smile appeared on his face.

"Long Yuan should have your share, although you don't care, I must give it to me."

The Martial God of Zhongzhou also smiled and continued:

"Last time there was no alcohol, this time I brought it. It's not a god wine Xianyao, but it's also a pure year-old wine. ”

He slapped the sealing mud open, and the rich aroma immediately spread all around.

The breeze carries the aroma of wine into my heart.

The Martial God of Zhongzhou swallowed the whale in a big mouth, drank half of it, and then said heroically:

"We who practice martial arts, parting is in the wine!"

Duan Zhen took it and drank it up.

Then he slammed the jar and laughed loudly:

"Hahahaha! Wine! Wine! ”

This glimmering path suddenly resounded with the incomparably free and cheerful laughter of the two.

The glow of the setting sun sprinkled down, bringing a hint of warmth to the wind.

There will be a time when the floating life gathers and disperses, just like the wind and clouds in the world.

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