Notes on building a city in the immortal world

The "elevator" rumbled.

I don't know what it uses as power, the speed is extremely slow.

Sitting in this "elevator", Zhenyan felt like sitting on an ancient steam train.

And the layout in the "elevator" is also very similar to the ancient train.

It has wallpaper on the wall, a red velvet seat on one side, an oak table on the other side, a shelf for luggage on the high side, and a small bookshelf next to the seat, which seems to be suitable for drinking The leisurely feeling of coffee reading the newspaper and waiting for the "elevator" to swing to the destination.

It's a pity that the aborigines in this world didn't know that it was a means of transportation, but they used it as a secret room for hiding treasures, and explored it several times.

As a result, when Zhenyan came here, the velvet seats had been tattered by sharp objects, the shelves were crumbling, and even the drawers had been taken away. There were even five huge claw marks, which not only tore the wallpaper, but also shattered the wall, exposing the corridor behind.

Zhenyan sat dangling in this broken elevator for an hour before feeling a sudden shock and stopped.

"arrive?"

Zhenyan looked in the direction of the door.

Heihu, who was lazily lying on the floor, also stood up, wanting to signal Zhenyan to ride up again.

With the opening of the door, a gust of sea breeze blew in. Zhenyan widened his eyes and found that there were two vast oceans within reach.

Yes, two slices.

The sky above is blue water.

The ocean below is of course also blue water.

And Zhenyan poked his head out to look, and saw that this "elevator" well ran through two oceans, and the door panel of the elevator was still dripping with water, obviously it had just been drilled out of the ocean.

The two spiritual pets were not surprised when they saw such a strange sight.

Frost Centipede also asked strangely: "Didn't you talk about the No.11 floor? Why did you go back to the eighth floor?"

"Wait a minute, the eighth floor?" Zhenyan glared at the two spiritual pets, "Didn't we just pass the eighth floor? Why didn't we see this scene?!"

Zhenyan's impression of the eighth floor was a dark, damp and smelly tunnel.

Heihu and Frost Centipede turned their heads, one looked left and the other looked right, pretending not to hear.

Zhenyan laughed angrily at them.

He hooked a spirit beast's neck with one hand, forced their heads together, raised the corners of his mouth and asked, "Do you think I went back and told my ancestors that you deliberately took me to a dirty and smelly place to bully me? How to do it?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" The Frost Centipede frowned immediately.

Oh no, it's actually hairless.

"That road is safer." Heihu explained sullenly.

"But it's dirty and smelly!" Zhenyan insisted.

The Frost Centipede made a "hissing" sound in anger.

But now it has the body of a young child, and it looks very cute: "Are you only going to sue?!"

"Someone can sue, and after suing, someone is willing to pay attention to it, which is a very happy thing." Zhenyan said confidently.

Frost Centipede glared at Zhenyan resentfully, unable to do anything about his thick skin.

It was Heihu who sighed: "We were wrong. After taking the skeleton of the demon ancestor, we will accompany you wherever you like in the cracks of the demon world."

"Be good!" Zhenyan rubbed the big cat's head vigorously.

The big cat squinted his eyes and let Zhenyan ravage him.

Anyway, it was Frost Centipede's bad idea from the beginning, and it had already seen it off.

Even if there is no reason, the little ancestor said that he wanted to visit the cracks in the demon world. Could the master disagree?

Fortunately, Zhenyan sucked cats for a while, and still remembered the business.

"But it's true, obviously going down to the No.11 floor, how could you go up to the eighth floor?"

Zhenyan checked the elevator instructions, wondering strangely, and felt that he was doing it right, but he quickly paused.

Wait...on?Down?

"Hey, are we going 'down' to the No.11 floor? Not 'up' to the No.11 floor?" Zhenyan confirmed to the two spirit beasts: "'down' in the physical sense."

"What is the meaning of 'force'?" Heihu asked strangely.

But the Frost Centipede didn't care about the terms he didn't understand, and only complained: "The crack in the demon world comes down from the ground, of course it's 'down' to the eleventh floor! Where do you want to go to the 'up'? It's too early to ascend!"

But take the elevator "up" to the No.11 floor.

After all, buildings are built upwards, not downwards.

In other words, from the perspective of elevator designers, it is more likely that the No.11 floor that practitioners think is actually the eighth floor, and the eighth floor is actually the No.11 floor in the eyes of the designer.

Zhenyan tried to press the "Ⅷ" button.

The elevator doors are closed.

Down.

Zhenyan and the others did not see that when the elevator sank into the ocean below along the track, a huge vortex suddenly appeared in the ocean above, and a few glistening water droplets dripped from the vortex in the opposite direction. Fall to the sea below.

These water droplets did not dissolve in the sea.

They sank, condensed, but formed a fragment of a mirror.

A shard of a mirror reflecting the splendor of the palace.

This time the elevator did not go wrong.

As Zhenyan guessed, the elevator is counted from bottom to top, not from top to bottom.

Two hours later, Zhenyan arrived at the No.11 floor they identified.

The landscape on this floor is also very recognizable.

The exit of the elevator is located at the top of a mountain, facing the black skull eye hole of the demon ancestor.

Zhenyan was taken aback.

He didn't expect the corpse to be so huge.

Originally, the crack in the demon world was already big enough.

Although it's called a "crack" here, each layer of the rift is the size of a medium-sized city, or even larger!

For example, the double-layer ocean on the eighth floor just now, the end of that layer cannot be seen at a glance.

But the corpse of the demon ancestor in front of him occupies most of the space on this floor. It is still sitting, but its head has reached the top of this floor, and it hangs down, so that its empty eyes are staring at it. Like the mountains below.

Zhenyan was a little troubled when he saw it.

If it’s just huge, it’s fine. Nangongqin gave him some magic weapons. No matter how big an object is, it can be put away. But the problem is that this corpse has been here for decades, because no one has dealt with it, and it has almost grown into the entire space. It is not easy to divide a piece.

As far as Zhenyan can see now, a huge tree grew out of the eye socket of the skull of the remains, and black and red crystals hung from the back of the neck of the corpse, firmly fixing the head of the monster on this layer. Zenith.

Zhenyan thought about taking this thing back, which was almost equivalent to digging the entire floor.

Seeing this situation, the two spirit beasts also showed embarrassing expressions.

"Young master, please wait a moment, we will take a closer look."

Heihu said so, and without waiting for Zhenyan to agree, he left a magic circle.

This magic circle can keep Zhenyan from being attacked, but it also imprisons Zhenyan near the elevator.

"Wait—" Zhenyan wanted to stop him. Since he followed, of course he didn't just squat down and wait obediently.

But the black tiger didn't want to hear Zhenyan's rejection, so it flicked its tail and ran away quickly.

The Frost Centipede didn't run away immediately, but it definitely didn't mean to let people go: "There are many beasts and dead souls here, my good grandson, you just stay here and wait for your ancestors to clean up the place! Hiss~~"

Having said that, the Frost Centipede sat on the lotus platform and flew around the magic circle twice before swaggering away.

"Damn it! I really should have brought Shengyu here!"

Zhenyan looked at the backs of the two spirit beasts in annoyance.

Sheng Yu's stupid bird is useless, it's a bit useless, and it's very talkative, but Sheng is obedient!

Frost Centipede doesn't even listen to Nangong Qin's words, let alone Zhenyan; Black Tiger is better, but it obviously thinks that Zhenyan is a wayward child, and children don't need to have their own opinions, so it Although she is very concerned about Zhenyan's safety, she will never discuss anything with Zhenyan!

And judging from the size of the corpse, Zhenyan also felt that it was necessary to observe the whole picture of the corpse from the air.

Although Frost Centipede and Black Tiger can fly!

However, if there are enough materials, it seems more appropriate to build some drones with smart cores.

Zhenyan pondered and leaned against the elevator door.

He was confined here by the magic circle, he had nothing to do all of a sudden, he just felt extremely bored.

But Zhenyan was not bored for long.

Just as Zhenyan used the camera of his personal terminal to take a picture of the skeleton above, the elevator behind suddenly made a "thump, boom, boom" sound, and the entire elevator shaft vibrated, as if something was running inside.

Zhenyan stood up straight reflexively, looking up at the elevator.

His reaction was correct.

"boom--"

A moment later, with a loud bang, something hit the elevator.

The entire elevator box was thrown down several meters abruptly.

Of course, as the elevator box descended, Zhenyan also saw the "object" that hit the elevator box.

It turned out to be the female cultivators of the Mei Society.

They were completely different from their usual elegant and beautiful appearance, and most of them were injured and looked extremely embarrassed.

Even Mrs. Wenxian is the same.

Her exquisite bun was completely undone, and a large amount of blood seeped out of her clothes, but she tightly hugged the girl who had talked to Frost Centipede and the others in her arms.

The girl was even worse.

Her eyes were closed tightly, her face was blue, a huge wound almost ran through her body, and she was almost dying.

Seeing Zhenyan at this time, Mrs. Wenxian showed a happy expression from the bottom of her heart.

"Master Yan Zhen, please save us!" she said loudly.

"Are you...?" Zhenyan was still confused about the situation.

"We met a fourth-order... (sound factory husband)—" Mrs. Wenxian explained in panic.

Zhenyan was stunned.

Although he doesn't know what the hell "??" is, such complicated traditional characters may seem out of frame, but the fourth-order monster is equivalent to the Nascent Soul stage of a human monk, so it's no wonder that Mrs. Wenxian in the Jindan stage Can't beat it.

Mrs. Wenxian also noticed that Zhenyan was here alone.

Her face suddenly turned pale, and she turned from joy to panic: "My lord, what about the two seniors in the transformation stage? If they're not here, I'm afraid..."

Her reaction was a step slow, and there was already a whistling sound coming from the elevator shaft.

With the sound of flapping wings, a huge three-headed strange bird flew out of the elevator shaft.

"what--"

The girls were obviously frightened by the bird. They cried and tried to escape, but were stopped by the magic circle.

The strange bird didn't look at the others, it screamed strangely and rushed towards the girl in Mrs. Wenxian's arms.

Mrs. Wenxian's face was full of despair.

She hugged the girl in her arms tightly and closed her eyes.

However, the pain never came.

After a while, Mrs. Wenxian opened her eyes, only to see that the strange bird had fallen to the ground, and "Mr. Yan Zhen" held a kitchen knife in one hand, and lifted one leg of the strange bird in the other, and said in surprise:

"This thing actually has three wings and six legs!"

Perfect for supplying Grandpa Ken!

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40 bottles of Star Trail;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! (づ￣3￣)づ