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Lu Zhengkang's flying sword is already invincible.

Although this cage sea is essentially a side-door flying sword that is refined once and refined once, after blessing a candle, it has an instant death effect, and this instant death probability is so large that no one needs deer for the time being. Zhengkang's second sword can often wipe out most of the living corpses with a candlelight sword energy.

Lu Zhengkang even suspected that even Kamsky would not be able to take this sword: it was because he had a finger broken by the candlelight.

Therefore, he already has the Xeon Sword.

As long as he can get rid of the salt body and reincarnate into the candle, then he will not be restrained by Kamsky, and he will have the ability to draw the sword, and then he will be done.

Victory is at your fingertips!

While delighted, Lu Zhengkang couldn't help but hesitate: He didn't know where the candlelight came from, but with such a high-level ability, could it be the incarnation of the system? Or is it a hidden function of the system? This way, it can be explained. For example, the unscientific mysterious alchemy can only be learned in the game, so now the system becomes the antlers and candlelight above his head.

He slaughtered arbitrarily, relying on the access control card found in the higher apprentice dormitory to reach the thirteenth floor. This is the mage laboratory. Lu Zhengkang still encountered no obstacles. Although the living corpses were very strong, they were sparsely distributed and convenient. He broke each one.

He looked up at the laboratory name in front of him: "Reality Distortion Field".

Strode in.

The priest gently waved his hand in front of Lu Zhengkang, "Friend, what are you thinking?"

Lu Zhengkang frowned, "Nothing."

"You are always hostile and confused with your surroundings, why?"

"Pastor, I want to know your true identity." According to his promise, Lu Zhengkang put the communication crystal on the table and turned his head to stare at the shelter resident, "Are you a secretary, a designer, or an archiver?"

The pastor did not speak, and began to bow his head again. His attitude made Lu Zhengkang feel that he was facing Tang Sanzang, weak and firm, unpredictable, as slippery as a loach, to such a person. , Asked him nicely and ignored it. If it is a threat of evil, it probably won't help.

So, all the world playing religious goods looks glamorous, and they are all black when cut.

Lu Zhengkang is sullen. There are many questions in his heart that have not been resolved. On the Unknown Island, only the priest can talk to him. It should be said that the people in Tallinn are special and their research results are breakthroughs. Although they could not escape their fate of destruction, they retained their will and thinking as much as possible.

The three Taoist priests of the Xihua Sect were obviously more rigid than the three mages of the Root Sect, and the living corpses in Tallinn were more alive than those of Xiancheng.

What is annoying is that when he encounters a question that he doesn't want to answer, the pastor starts to pretend to be stupid, just like the rest of the Npcs who are demented.

"Friends, can't we be more honest, you don't need to be a Duck who is so concealed." Lu Zhengkang shook the pastor's shoulder sadly, "Do you know how strong I am now? You just need to tell me all the secrets of Tallinn. I can clean up this place from start to finish."

"..." The priest said nothing.

"Do you have any regrets?" Lu Zhengkang sighed. "Friend, I didn't find the access card to the fourteenth floor. You have to tell me more."

"The access card is no longer used above the thirteenth floor. More accurate identification is needed there, and you need a mask to enter."

"Then how do I get a mask, can I make a long story short?"

"That needs an alchemist. You can use an ordinary mask or helmet to blend into those who were high-level personnel...their ashes."

"Can you summon an alchemist? I can't use faith, it will hurt you."

"...In this case, there is no other way." The priest turned his back.

Lu Zhengkang heard some small whistling noises, like the sound of a small wind blowing through the woods at night, the rubbing of branches and leaves, and the sound of sandpaper grinding stones.

The priest’s back was very calm and there was hardly any shaking. Lu Zhengkang did not use the air machine to sense the priest’s actions out of politeness, but he smelled a little blood, the smell of blood flowing from the living corpse, more than that kind of fresh blood. It's more dull, and there is a fishy smell, almost the sour taste of juice eroded by mold.

"Eh! Are you cutting your own face?!" Lu Zhengkang hurriedly grabbed the priest's shoulder and pulled him over. As expected, the priest was holding a knife and cutting his cheek, "What are you doing?! Identity verification Wouldn't it be a shame?"

The priest lowered his head slightly, staring at Lu Zhengkang's toes, while the blood on his dagger and cheeks kept dripping.

"Are you crazy?" Lu Zhengkang couldn't believe it. "What do you do for self-harm?"

"Foreigner, wait a minute." The priest's eyes trembled. He couldn't see what was in front of him at all. He put down the dagger and dropped it on the ground, then covered his face with his hands.

He slowly curled up his palms, and slowly pulled his face off in Lu Zhengkang's speechless expression.

The priest lowered his head and handed his face to Lu Zhengkang.

Lu Zhengkang was taken aback for a while, and he asked the pastor seriously, "Did I say something wrong?"

The priest shook his head and raised his face. There was no imaginary blood and blood, but a young man's face, with blood oozing out of the circle he cut through the knife.

It’s no wonder that the torn face is so complete. Lu Zhengkang has now determined the identity of the pastor. “The archiver will always hide under the water. No one knows how many identities he has. Some apprentices even guessed that the archiver was hidden beside him. It is a heterogeneous species that will occupy the body, and usually appears in front of people with different faces."

The archiver smiled, "Yes."

After getting rid of his identity as a pastor ~www.readwn.com~, his temperament is different, he is no longer the Tang Sanzang type, but more like Sherlock Holmes, confident and arrogant.

Lu Zhengkang asked, "Then, where did the real priest go?" He swung a sword, intending to tentatively, but the archivist who didn't know the true or false in front of him was immediately recruited and burned to ashes by candlelight.

The scene of the refuge collapsed, and Lu Zhengkang was still in the laboratory on the 13th floor. Realistic distortion field. This is an area where the turquoise tower develops time and space spells. It is very important, and naturally there are strong enemies lingering here.

"I hate these people who play mental spells the most." Lu Zhengkang sighed silently. This is where the pain of facing the spiritual mage is, true and false, false and real, as long as there is a flaw in the mind, it will never be possible to escape the illusion. In fact, he hadn't noticed what was wrong with his sudden return to the refuge just now. He just felt that the current development was too dramatic before he became suspicious. During the whole process, he did not find that his memory had been tampered with.

Since I still saw through the illusion, then there is nothing to be afraid of. The cage sea sword light masterpiece, directly splashed the entire area to clean the ground, and the mages who hid in the dark and placed curses all failed to escape the cave room. The candlelight was burnt to dross a little bit.

When this sword went down, another layer of illusion was broken, and the laboratory scene collapsed. Lu Zhengkang was in a gloomy corridor and looked at the sign on the wall. This is the 15th floor, not the 13th floor. floor.

Lu Zhengkang failed to reach the access control card on the 15th floor, so he decided that it was still an illusion, so he swung his sword again, and the surrounding environment was illuminated by candlelight. He turned his head and saw the mirror inlaid on the corridor wall reflecting Lu Zhengkang. His body has the face of a priest.

"???"

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