I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

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The corresponding description appeared in Lu Jian's field of vision.

"This thing seems to be different from the previous contaminated materials, it is more pure."

He looked at it carefully, and suddenly felt a little familiar.

Lu Jian took out the crystals left by Hongye and compared the two.

"Except for the different colors, the texture is very similar. I don't know if the specific structure is similar?"

The crystallization of red leaves is left behind by the death of a witch with extraordinary power after being polluted by the fog of uncertainty, while the crystallization of the remains of a saint is left by a saint in the wasteland. If the two are similar, can it be reversed? That is to say, the sage in the wasteland and Hongye are similar existences?

The wasteland calls the saints famous people, that is, people with names. These names are similar to the characters in the historical myths that Lu Juan is familiar with, and they also have their corresponding power. Who gave them these names? Could it be someone else? A great existence, or an evil god?

Lu Jian felt that the secrets of the wasteland were deeper than he imagined. Even the crystal nucleus disease, Lu Jian was not sure whether it was the normal state of the wasteland world or false information processed by the queen.

"However, at least I can refine my [last words]."

Now, [Saint's Remains] [Sigh of Uncertain Fog] [Black Queen Mother's Statue of Mercy] has been collected completely, and [-] silence points are enough, Lu Jian can directly refine his [Last Words].

Counting the harvest from the mission, he now has over [-] quiet points, and he will be completely poor after the essence is finished.

But that's the way people are.

Just like the red dots that appear when you play a game, the promotion characters can upgrade and break through. If you don't click it, it will always make you feel uncomfortable.

Therefore, Lu Yi must be the best.

Moreover, I have worked so hard to collect these materials in foreign lands. Wouldn't it be silly to not be excellent?

After all the brushes have been brushed, let's just upgrade in one step.

He manifested the 【last words】.

Putting the three materials on the table, Lu Jian immediately clicked on the item and entered the essence interface.

【Essence】

【Sublimation quality change】

【Expend resources in exchange for miracles】

【Recommended to try】

[Silence Points Required: 50000 Points]

[Required materials: The Statue of Mercy of the Black Queen Mother]

【Materials required: Remains of saints】

【Required material: Sigh of the Uncertain Mist】

He decisively clicked on the essence.

[Consume the corresponding materials and silence points to refine]

[Is it the essence? 】

【whether】

Jumping out of the system panel for the second confirmation, Lu Juan thought he was quite conscientious, not like some games, there is no reminder to draw a card, and there will be ten shots in a row if you accidentally touch it by mistake.

He chose yes.

In an instant, the three materials in front of Lu Jian changed.

The weird pitch-black idol trembled slightly, as if something was about to break out of it.

The gray mist contained in the bottle kept swirling, forming a small storm.

The light blue crystals shine brightly, reflecting colors that do not belong to this world.

Before Lu Jian's eyes, the Kingdom of the Night, Hedao, and the scenery of the wasteland flashed across.

With the deduction of his silence points, the three materials quickly turned into particles of light, which flowed into the silver revolver in Lu Ban's palm.

Three rays of light drilled into the pistol, and engraved three paragraphs of text on the barrel. These texts were unrecognizable, like some kind of sleep talk from ancient times, echoing in the grand dream.

Lu Jian's eyes suddenly turned white, and he felt that the knowledge beyond the weight of the revolver was pouring into his brain like a tide, beating every part of the cortex, hippocampus, and brainstem, shaping it into a A shape that is anything but human.

Memories that surpassed instinct flowed to every corner of Lu Jian's body, and he could feel subtle changes in his body, which made him more harmonious with [last words], as if it were the continuation of his own limbs.

After a while, Lu Jian's eyes returned to normal.

He knew that [last words] had been refined.

Lu Jian stood up, holding the revolver in his hand. He checked carefully and saw that there were indeed some inscriptions on the body of the gun. The whole pistol became more primitive and more textured, like a work of art handcrafted by ancient craftsmen. .

At the same time, Lu Jian also understood the new ability of [Last Words].

===194. New Ability===

Although Lu Jian already knew all the details of the new ability in his head, he still wanted to try it.

When he came to the computer, Lu Yi opened the webpage and found a video of acrobatics.

The video is very simple, it is the performance of the clown throwing the ball, but the person in this video lost five balls at the same time, which is quite difficult.

Lu Jian watched the video carefully with his hands in his hand.

"Amazing!"

He sighed.

Immediately, Lu Jian changed into a suit of clothes, opened the door and went downstairs, and went to the supermarket outside the community to buy a few balls of the same style as the clown.

As soon as he finished paying and walked out of the supermarket, Lu Juan threw the ball.

Surprisingly, Lu Juan perfectly reproduced the behavior of the video, with five balls flying in his hands, making people dazzled.

Sporadic applause sounded from the side.

Some people even took out change from their wallets and threw it in front of Lu Jian.

After a while, Lu Jian stopped throwing the ball.

He saw dozens of dollars more in front of him.

"thanks, thanks."

Stuffing the money into his pocket, Lu Juan took another look at the cars driving on the road.

The [last words] in his hand became concrete, and a certain change spread from Lu Jian's body.

Back in the community, on the deserted walkway, Lu Jian looked around.

The next moment, he suddenly slammed forward, and his legs exploded at a very strong speed, comparable to the cars driving on the road before.

"Are you practicing running?"

Just as Lu Yi stopped, he heard a familiar voice.

Looking back, Qin Tiantian was wearing a loose hoodie, jeans, and sneakers, with two shopping bags in his hand, as if he had just bought several days' worth of food reserves from a large supermarket outside.

"Just practice, my goal is the men's 100 meters in the next Olympic Games."

Lu Bian said.

"That's amazing."

Qin Tiantian praised flatly.

"By the way, there is something I want to ask you to help me with."

Thinking about it, Lu Jian said to his good neighbor Qin Tiantian.

"What's the matter? Are you going to make some weird video for me to try again?"

Qin Tiantian was full of vigilance.

"No, it's a good thing."

As Lu Juan said, he asked Qin Tiantian to put the shopping bag on the bench next to her, and while Qin Tiantian was not paying attention, he decisively shot her with [last words].

"Huh? Why does it feel a little windy?"

Before Qin Tiantian came back to his senses, he felt that he had moved forward almost ten meters and crashed into the flower garden.

"Bah, bah, what's the matter?"

She got up from the haystack, brushed off the grass clippings on her body, and looked at Lu Trim.

"You just pushed me?"

As soon as he asked, Qin Tiantian felt that something was wrong. Even if Lu Jian pushed her while she was not paying attention, it was impossible to push her away by such a long distance. This is more than ten meters, right?

"Maybe you are too thin and blown away by the wind."

Lu Juan put away the things he glanced at Qin Tiantian's shopping bag: self-heating rice, self-heating hot pot, canned luncheon meat, potato chips, cola, bread, dried meat, almost all the things that fat houses eat happily.

"Are you ready for winter?"

"It's getting colder and colder. It's troublesome to go out. Why don't you just buy more at a time?"

Qin Tiantian rubbed his waist and walked back.

"Don't you know how to cook by yourself?"

Lu Jian asked again.

"I live alone, why do I have to cook by myself, trouble."

Qin Tiantian answered decisively.

"By the way, what did you ask for my help just now?"

"It's no longer needed."

Lu Jian answered seriously.

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Qin Tiantian looked at Lu Jian suspiciously, but after thinking about it, he didn't ask any more questions.