Chapter 170: Casting Weapons

Sending the car for repair, Zhang Yinyuan wandered around the city aimlessly, like a homeless wandering ghost, following the road under his feet, and didn't know where he finally went, didn't bother the rouge who was on vacation overseas, and didn't go to find the white bones that were still soaked in the training ground, just lazily wandering around this bustling city, looking at the children playing on the sidewalks on the roadside, looking at the couples dating in the park, or looking at the pedestrians who were in a hurry and didn't know what to do, and the sound of music wafting from the shops on the street, The sensitive sense of smell smells the aroma of food in a restaurant not far away, the customers who come and go in the mall, the girl who carefully holds her handbag at a red light on the road, and runs by. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In this bustling city, Zhang Yinyuan has a huge sense of dazedness, and suddenly has an indescribable sense of strangeness and isolation in this world, just like he has never been in contact with the divine space, as an ordinary person, he has the kind of feeling, a thick layer of glass separates him from the world, this world he was born into, so strange, there is no feeling of being like a fish in water in the mission world, there is a moment, Zhang Yinyuan even felt in a trance, whether he is a resident of this world, Or are you originally from another world? Or is there really reincarnation, and I was reincarnated from the underworld to this yang world, so I am so strange to this world?

(What can I, in this city, do?) ）

Shaking his head fiercely, Zhang Yinyuan smiled bitterly, his usual cold smile gradually appeared on his face, and he raised his hand to stop a taxi.

"The suburbs, the villa area."

"Villa area, Cheng, are you in a hurry?" The taxi driver smacked his lips and asked casually.

"Hmm... Don't worry. ”

"If you're not in a hurry, how about following the Yangtze River Road? I'll add some air. ”

"Gas? Oh, good. Zhang Yinyuan leaned back on the chair and pulled the corners of his mouth, only to realize that he had never taken a taxi since he entered the space.

"Well, let's go, where is the young man's house?" The driver starts the car and takes a bite of the Kyoto film.

"Hmm... Sort of. Zhang Yinyuan thought about it, nodded, pinched his brows a little tiredly, and suddenly said, "What do you think is good to do when you really have nothing to do?" ”。

The driver was stunned: "I really have nothing to do?" Immediately reacted, and took advantage of the red light to look at Zhang Yinyuan's somewhat tired face, "If you really have nothing to do, go to sleep, but it doesn't seem to be a time when you really have nothing to do, you see, I drive a sports car, I drive every day, I look at my mobile phone when there are no guests, go home and go to sleep, or find friends to drink together, it seems that there is no time when I really have nothing to do." ”

"Oh... Is it. Zhang Yinyuan sighed slightly, suddenly lost interest in talking, shook his hand, and closed his eyes without saying a word.

(Playing with a phone?) Drinking with friends, it seems, there's nothing to do, I remember someone said that someone died, not really dead, only completely forgotten is dead, if I die in the future, who will come to commemorate me? Not to mention the future, even now, who remembers me? So according to this statement, even if I am not dead now, what is the difference between being dead and dead? Hehe, what do you want to do so much? However, apart from growing up in this world, what does this current plane have to do with me? With his eyes closed and a mocking smile on his lips, he listened quietly to the noise outside the window, and the taxi driver did not say a word, silently changing gears and moving forward silently.

The empty villa is as quiet as a tomb, the luxurious decoration and exquisite furniture are the luxuries that he has never dreamed of in his original life, dusty shoes stepping on the gorgeous handmade carpet, leaning on the wide leather sofa, the latest TV series is silently projected on the curved screen TV, the exquisite goblet in his hand is filled with 3 yuan a pound of inferior liquor, the godless eyes don't know what he is looking at, not far away, a pile of neat bills that have not been burned out are still dancing with flames, and the fine black ash is spread on the ground, Like a pitch-black bone, a cold smile froze on his face, hanging stiffly.

One hand raised, one neck raised.

The wine is spicy and the eyes are dry.

"Mom, I live in a big house, and I still have a car." Small murmurs echoed.

"Dad, the wine you drank is really bad." Sour taste and choking wine.

"You guys go all the way, I burned a lot of money, and I can buy whatever I want." Shaking and raising the wine glass, the once familiar figure can no longer be seen, and the familiar voice can no longer be heard.

"Hehe... I've forgotten your voice, people, what a forgetful animal, no wonder Xie Meng said that people are the lowest creatures in the intelligent species, and they can't even remember their parents' voices, haha, they forgot it so quickly. He pulled his throat and laughed a few times, and the spicy wine slashed his throat like a knife, like swallowing a piece of ice alive and being stuck in the roar and then melting it with boiling water, hoarse and obscure, choking not like a human voice, and the crow, who was almost old and dead, opened its thick mouth on the dilapidated old roof, squeezing out the dark sound.

"Well, I'll get to work." His body twitched, and he smiled sadly and nodded.

Muttering to himself, the bad wine poured into his throat like water, the eye circles were slightly red, his voice was getting lower and lower, and he was slightly choked, and in the haze, the two loving figures in his heart became clearer and clearer, an unforgettable, heart-rending pain once again scratched new traces of pain on that crazy and irritable, wild and cruel heart, and the hands that were able to burn the sky and boil the sea gradually couldn't hold the light wine glass.

The wine is like water, gurgling down.

Tears flowed like blood.

People on TV are laughing, and the evening breeze is blowing outside the window.

Time seemed to stand still in a dead and silent house with no lights on, empty and dark, relying only on television as a light source, and poured the last half of the wine with his head up, the tears dissipated, and the fierce light shone brightly, and the fire demon in the abyss once again opened its wide mouth, and the breath of choosing people to devour people rolled up the ashes on the ground into the air, floating in the air like the ashes of the dead.

"Space, I'm going back, send me to the training ground!"

Stepping into the small black room again, Zhang Yinyuan raised his hand and raised the temperature in the air directly to 100 degrees, this boiling water-like high temperature distorted everything in his vision into a strange picture, feeling that his body had reached a peak under the multiple stimulation of spatial attributes, devil fruits, and fire demon bloodlines, his eyes burst into blue and white flames, and the violent mana surged out from his heart like the lowest layer of red magma, like the data transmitted in the light drill, and even faster than that, running along the meridians of the Shaoyang Realm layer by layer, Straight to the Yang level.

"Boom!" Zhang Yinyuan was like an orange that had been squeezed hard, the pores of his whole body were spurting out misty blood, Zhang Yinyuan was shaky in the bright red blood mist, his eyes were full of stars, and streams of blood in his throat gushed out like tap water, and the meridians were broken and fractured, and the gate of the sun was still unbreakable.

One rush, five labors and seven injuries.

Zhang Yinyuan roared unwillingly, like a drowning person struggling at the moment of death, in vain he rolled the mana again, rushing towards the gate of the sun from the broken meridians, the mana surged, the meridians shook violently, and the five were burned, Zhang Yinyuan rolled his eyes, only to feel that there were countless small blades all over his body scraped along the tender internal organs, the muscles were completely out of control, his hands shook, his waist was bent, his body was soft, and he was instantly incontinent, and the wine he drank before coming in flowed out from his lower body, and the high temperature of the small black room was full of wine.

"Empty... Treatment... I"

Zhang Yinyuan, who had returned to normal, shook his head regretfully, looked at the "Incense Jade Book" that he was still the ninth layer of the Shaoyang Realm in distress, sighed, and felt the mana surging in his body, Zhang Yinyuan was slightly distressed (why?). Do you want to save merit and let the space help break through? It shouldn't be like this, it's better to break through by yourself and obviously be forcibly promoted by the space, I feel that the strength of the impact is not enough, and the mana seems to be more polished and the density is higher, will it be like in many novels to compress the mana into a liquid state? You can try... Let's refine weapons first. ）

Zhang Yinyuan's hand shook, and the gorgeous Jiuyang ruler appeared in front of him, and in the other hand, the heart core of the Fire Demon King also floated in the air, tasting the touch of these two items connected to the soul, feeling the desire of the ignorant spirit of the Jiuyang ruler for the heart core of the Fire Demon King, and smiled slightly.

The 'lava weapon' was launched, and the blue and white flames that swept the sky erupted from Zhang Yinyuan's body like a nuclear explosion, hitting the wall of the black house and rolling back, Zhang Yinyuan's entire right arm completely turned into raging flames, pinching the heart core of the king of fire demons, pressing towards the slightly trembling Jiuyang ruler, the two erupted with dazzling light at the moment of contact, the silver-level magic weapon and the silver-level broken heart core were entangled and collided with each other, and the majestic mana surged towards the Jiuyang ruler, and in the steady low sound, the golden inscription seemed to be about to break away from the white jade-like body and float in the air with the support of the master's mana, and the red flame pressed towards the crystal that liquefied and wrapped around his body, the heart core is frantically extracting the hellfire nurtured by Zhang Yinyuan's bloodline, and the blue and white flames continue to eat away at the body of the Jiuyang ruler, leaving green and white baking marks on it.

The two spewed out thick flames like blood, green and white fire, red fire, crystal heart core, white jade ruler, bright red light, golden inscriptions, gradually, the conflict between the two began to subside, and the familiar feeling hit again, far more violent than the last refining, the soul seemed to be thrown into the dehydrator and twisted, the body seemed to be twisted in a meat grinder, the flames and mana were like boiling oil touching ice water, Zhang Yinyuan opened his mouth widely, his jaw twitched, and the pain was speechless, The mysterious Fallen Divine Word reverberated from low to high in the space, but the person concerned was unaware.

The flames are rolling and the flames are shining!