These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 722: Copy-type magical power, the window of God

There was a crash.

When Ning Zheng opened her eyes again, she found herself in a wilderness.

"The Thirteen Kingdoms are not unified, and internal friction will make this tomb very weak! It may even be the weakest tomb among all the imperial tombs of previous dynasties."

"I could probably clear it all by myself without having to ask other people to pick the peaches."

"If I can't handle it myself, send in three powerful free fighters."

His vast consciousness swept across the surroundings, quickly confirmed the direction of a city, and hurried over.

There was a click.

【The Imperial City of Winds】

In front of me is a simple stone gate and tall tribal stone walls. The people are wearing linen clothes and look very primitive.

The air was turbid, moist and dirty, the roadside was littered with cow and horse dung, and the road underfoot was gravel.

Looking at the most powerful and prosperous royal city of the Thirteen Kingdoms, Ning Zheng frowned slightly. In his opinion, this ancient royal city was just a fringe between urban and rural areas.

A bronze emperor wearing a golden robe was strolling on the street, and passers-by around him all showed strange and fearful looks.

Someone ran away secretly and shouted nervously, "Guards, guards, there is an intruder."

Ning Zheng subconsciously collected information about the entire city.

"Is there a master in the city who has reached the Transformation Realm? He can't be considered a master, but he can only be considered to have barely entered the Transformation Realm."

"It should be the emperor of this vassal state."

In this era of transformation, their strength is meaningless in Ning Zheng's eyes.

He saw through the opponent's loop structure at a glance. It was just a few loops put together, and the roughness was not worth mentioning.

Their three flowers are like the broken and withered flowers exposed to the sun in a vase, weak and lifeless.

Their dual forms are as crude as a kid's graffiti sketch in an alley, and their Dharma forms' combat effectiveness is a joke.

"It seems that this copy of the tomb is indeed very weak."

"Don't the saints here have spies outside? Didn't they take advantage of the tomb's leak a hundred years ago to attack the present world? And get the cultivation materials of the present world?"

"Or, they got the information from the present world, but the foundation they left behind was too little. As ghosts, they don't have the learning ability to update their own version."

It's not impossible.

If he did not leave behind any corresponding means during his lifetime, his learning ability would be greatly reduced after his death as a ghost, and he would have no way to update his own practice system.

This dynasty seemed to have been so consumed by internal strife that it had buried itself hastily, and there was no hope of its revival in the future.

"Be bold!"

Finally, a guard team arrives, and they are all great masters of the state of mind.

Ning Zheng just glanced at him. These ancient people from ancient times were meaningless in his eyes. Civilization had already crushed them.

He and the other party had accumulated more than 700 million years of civilization. Both of them just looked like humans, but in fact they were no longer the same species.

What the other party thought and did was meaningless in Ning Zheng's eyes.

Wow!

Ning Zheng reached out and grabbed it.

With a loud crash, an invisible tsunami swirled in the sky and turned into dripping golden rain that fell.

In the city, the monks who were besieging Ning Zheng with roars were turning into bronze statues.

The whole city is turning into a city of bronze statues.
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5-
5-
5
Ning Zheng was madly and forcibly absorbing the luck of the people.

Yes.

Don't rely on your own luck or ability at the gambling table.

Golden mud is originally the magical power of the God of Plague, which can forcibly absorb luck value.

But this absorption is overbearing and deadly. It will turn you into a bronze statue or a clay statue, and drain your entire life. It will suck away 5 points when killing someone.

Not long-lasting enough.

But Ning Zheng didn't think these ghosts would worship him. Giving him -5 and forcing him to absorb them was already a big win.

"Ah! Ah!"

The captain of the guard who was in a state of mind screamed loudly, as if he saw the scene of hell. All the people in the whole city were turned into metal and mud. The mud under their feet spread upward along the corners of human beings, transforming them into clay sculptures and gold statues.

Even the soil on the ground became thirty centimeters thinner as it was absorbed and transformed into lifelike statues of the people in the city.

"Ah, help!" "What the hell is this!"

Someone screamed loudly, but was quickly frozen the next second.

【+300 million luck points. 】

Ning Zheng frowned. It was just the amount she usually did in a day and a half.

However, the next time these embers are resurrected as earthbound spirits, they can be absorbed again.

It's just a regular earthbound spirit, and it will take several months to revive.

Ning Zheng only got 300 million once every few months, which was a huge profit in the past.

But now he is a little disdainful.

Too much trouble.

Golden mud, it's a bit rubbish.

Still need to update!
To outsiders, this was already outrageous, but Ning Zheng was still dissatisfied.

the other side.

Emperor Kuangfeng was enjoying himself among the beauties when he suddenly felt the sky of the entire city darken and an incredible scene appeared.

Golden raindrops were falling.

The beauties around were petrified, solidified, and turned into statues.

"The ability to petrify, a metal-based, or earth-based magical power?"

The Wind Emperor walked to the window sill, overlooking the entire city and was stunned.

The city turned into a vivid doll city, covered in gold and earth tones.

Just when Emperor Kuangfeng wanted to say something, Ning Zheng immediately felt the other party's gaze and appeared in front of his window the next second.

"Emperor Kuangfeng?" Ning Zheng said, "I don't have much time to chat with you. If you want to live, the land you rule, the treasures you own, and your life will all be under my control."

"Ridiculous!" said the Wind Emperor angrily.

The next second, Ning Zheng grabbed hard and the other person quickly fell into his hands.

Various punishments and mental tortures were used to torture this Cinder, and it didn't take long for him to surrender.

Although Yu Jin had died a long time ago, he was afraid of death when he was alive and he was instinctively afraid of death after death.

Ning Zheng soon got the news from the surrendered Emperor Kuangfeng.

"Oh?" Ning Zheng showed a hint of interest, "So it's not that you are unprepared, you just have a special way to deal with it."

"Yes."

The Storm Emperor knew everything and quickly became a traitor: "In our tomb, there are thirty-seven emperors, although each of them cannot keep up with the times and is as weak as me, with only one percent of your power."

"But we have a glazed window, which we call the God's Window."

"Just take a picture of each other and we will become each other."

Ning Zheng showed a hint of surprise.

copy?

The power of this era is actually replication? ?

No wonder the Immortal Emperors were prepared to update the system, but the owner of the tomb here was not.

Because they don’t need to prepare at all!
When the future strong men come, they will directly copy and become each other!
Ning Zheng thought to herself, "I have to be lucky to sneak attack one of them. Otherwise, the more than 30 saints in their tombs will copy me, and there will be more than 30 of me."

"My scalp tingles just thinking about it."

"When you meet a strong opponent, you become stronger. The difficulty here is no less than that of the Immortal Emperors."

Ning Zheng felt that she could no longer summon three free thugs.

Because the opponent becomes stronger when facing a stronger opponent.

There are more than thirty of them. What if ten of them become disaster-inducing creatures, ten of them become firewood and dust, and ten of them become phoenixes?
This combination is simply fatal.

Only when the weak and single one reaches the state of transformation can the difficulty be reduced.

“This era does have its merits.”

Ning Zheng showed a hint of hesitation, "So, in your chaotic times, more than a hundred people were born in the Transformation Realm, all because of this mysterious Window of God?"

"Yes, because of the copied magical powers, the number of our saints is so terrifying." Emperor Kuangfeng said: "Also, our various princes are fighting for hegemony and for that divine window."

(End of this chapter)