Spellcasting Heavens

There is no doubt that Zhang Cheng is obviously more inclined to obtain some useful information through lower-level channels than directly reading those things that have been deliberately preserved.

Although most of this information has been processed for more than two times, and some are simply unreliable rumors, it is still better than being misled.

To know first-hand information often means building an understanding of the entire spiritual world in your heart. If you make a mistake in this step, you will continue to make mistakes in the future.

Although it is not impossible to change, it will inevitably take many more detours.

Therefore, Zhang Cheng would rather sift through the countless complicated and cumbersome information bit by bit to find out the parts he thinks are useful, rather than contact the ruler of the city too early.

While he was patiently reading the copied memory fragments one after another, a violent mental fluctuation suddenly came from the distance.

Obviously, a fierce battle broke out somewhere in the dark alley area, and the powerful force could be clearly felt even from a distance.

What happened over there? Zhang Cheng threw away a memory that was not of much value, raised his head and asked the creature with a beautiful female face not far away.

The latter hesitated for a moment and responded quickly: It's an intruder! This is the fourth time in recent times that he has attacked the dark alley area and plundered the spiritual power of the weak.

Intruder? Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

After all, the dark alley is originally a hunting ground. Except for the few dominant guys in front of you, no one else will regard it as home, or a place where they can live forever.

Since no one regards it as a home, there is naturally no sense of identity or regional identity and cohesion. Anyone can enter the dark alley and leave at any time. There should be no words like intruder at all.

That's right! Intruder! The creature with a beautiful female face nodded slightly. Like you, he suddenly appeared in this city. According to the information we got, he seemed to have reached some kind of deal with the Lord of Morlock, allowing them to enter the memory bank to read those ancient memories and find some certain information from them. The answer.

Memory bank?! Zhang Cheng's pupils suddenly shrank when he heard this word.

Because of this familiar behavior, he suddenly remembered an old friend, a self who had also broken his hand to achieve his goal.

how,

Are you also interested in memory banks? The crystal-like life form seemed to notice something, and floated slightly forward.

Zhang Cheng glanced meaningfully at the other party's words, and shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant manner: It's not that I'm interested, I'm just curious. Can you tell me about the memory bank and this intruder? Yue The more detailed the better!”

“The memory bank, as the name suggests, is a place where memories are stored.

No one knows how long City Lord Morlock has lived, and no one knows how many powerful enemies he has killed, and the memories of these enemies he killed are kept intact in the memory bank.

So if you want to gain knowledge, or clues to some ancient secrets, the Memory Bank is your only option.

But there is a small problem. The city lord is not a generous guy. On the contrary, he is so stingy that he will never let go of any opportunity to gain benefits.

So if you want access to the memory bank, you have to offer something that makes Morlock feel valuable in exchange.

As for the intruder, I only know that he has a companion.

At the beginning, neither of them was strong, and could even be said to be quite weak.

But I don't know why, since entering the memory bank, every time he appears, he becomes stronger than before.

Now those cannon fodder on the periphery have been unable to do anything to him.

While saying these words, the crystal-like creature's body was constantly flashing two different colors of light.

This may be a kind of emotional fluctuation, or it may be the activation of some unknown ability. In short, it is not the same as those flesh and blood bodies, more like a man-made creation than a natural birth.

At least, so far, we have not encountered a second similar life form in the spiritual world.

I see... Zhang Cheng showed a thoughtful expression on his face, then nodded with a smile. Well, it seems that I need to meet with the intruder and ask him if he knows what I am looking for.

The words just fell!

He threw down the memory fragments piled on the table and walked directly towards the place where the battle took place.

About ten minutes later, a familiar figure finally appeared at the end of the dark alley.

I saw the slightly tired Beginner raising his head and sucking in the spiritual power scattered around. Every time he took a sip, he would squint his eyes in enjoyment.

When the last bit of spiritual power was sucked out, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and murmured to himself: No matter what kind of world you are in, the growth of power is always pleasant. Especially that It’s an unparalleled pleasure that cannot be matched by any spiritual or material enjoyment.”

Are you addicted?!

Finding that he was an old acquaintance, Zhang Cheng immediately walked out of the corner with undisguised surprise in his tone.

Because he has also experienced that feeling, and he knows very well what adverse reactions will result from long-term and frequent devouring of spiritual power.

It's you?! You're here too! The initiate was obviously startled, but after seeing the true face of the visitor, he quickly relaxed.

Although they are all rivals to each other, in the current environment, cooperation is undoubtedly more attractive than confrontation.

Yes, it's me. Answer my question, are you addicted? Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed with a deep light.

The Initiator quickly shook his head and denied: No! This is not an addiction, I just enjoy the feeling of getting stronger and stronger.

...

Zhang Cheng didn't speak, just stared into the other person's eyes. After a full minute, he said in a positive tone: No! You are just addicted, immersed in that unparalleled spiritual pleasure and can't extricate yourself. If I hadn't If I guess wrong, your old friend must have never absorbed spiritual power, but only drew a little bit of nourishment from you to maintain his own existence, right?

What do you want to express? The Initiator narrowed his eyes subconsciously.

What I want to express is... you have fallen into a trap without knowing it. Think about it carefully and you will understand it soon.

Damn it! It's him! He's been seducing us from the beginning!

who is he?

It's Morlock!