Wu Ming recalled "Zhang Ze"'s impression of the wilderness and the appearance of the city, demons are rampant (distorted creatures), strange clusters (elemental radiation changes), and life-killing and killing (contractors, reincarnation people are not human).

Chaos is the mainstream, and it should be said that it is worthy of being the fourth natural disaster.

"But... not all aliens are evil." Wu Ming suddenly found from the original owner's memory that Yi Ren took the initiative to provide a large number of mechanical products, medicines to major gathering places, and even some extraordinary knowledge to help establish a "factory".

"Of course, it is not ruled out that the reincarnation and the contractor conspire to secretly."

Wu Ming sneered, after all, the degree of world interference is divided into [distorted value] and [corrected value]. Destruction and reconstruction are all harvests, and the two are both one side and calculated separately.

All kinds of behaviors are the squeeze on the original world, one is more intense and the other is just mild.

This is why it is common to see two groups of reincarnation people in the main god space, each holding the good and evil camps, performing different tasks, and even fighting each other.

Those who don’t understand think it’s nt. If this left and right mutual expansion is actually a very mature means of harvest. During the process of repeated reconstruction and destruction, the world’s energy level continues to pass, falling from the fourth level to the first level.

Now the world of immortality was originally the peak of the fourth level, but it fell to a barely fourth level.

Wu Ming pondered: "Fortunately, although the unknown contractor dispelled the source Qi, the world generally maintained the form of nirvana, and only accommodated the first-level extraordinary, plus the local alien treasures protected the sky for two levels."

Thinking of this, he called out the panel intently, wanting to see if the Daluo Dao Seed and the Weixian achievements can still be effective on the natives of another world.

Name: Wu Ming (Zhang Ze) [No. Xu 160357]

Race: Endless human

Cultivation: None (recovering)

Taoist Path: Second-level Magic Immortal·Talented Master (Recovering)

Soul Characteristics: [Yuanshi Furnace], [Daluo Dao Seed]

Expertise: Radiation antibodies (level 1)

Pollution value: 3.21%

Holding spiritual objects: [Peak Bliss], [Ash], [Immortal Medicine], [Huanghan Qi Refining Sage], [Taishang Zhengyi Alliance Powerful Sutra].

Wu Ming was both happy and surprised to see it. The achievements of Daluo Dao Seed and Weixian were indeed effective. He held some of the characteristics of Daluo Yongzheng. He only needed to have abundant spiritual energy and nutrients to restore his prosperity for several months.

What’s surprising is that regarding the emergence of [Pollution Value], Daluo Palace also specifically warned that this pollution is not simply radiation, and it seems to be combined with extraordinary factors and the "residual poison" of the deepest despair in the world.

If the value is too high, it will even erode the true spirit in turn.

Wu Ming's mind was like lightning. In the forum, it was rumored that the Paradise of Reincarnation seemed to have a special means of cleaning up and using this pollution, and he was doing the business of the scavengers of the heavens.

He was not panicked, and he was sure that he had the means to target the Emperor and Han Taoist people. No matter how Taisu Jue, the True Fetal Art of Resistance and the True Body of the Heavenly Talisman, or the True Shape of the Dragon, they could be purified. Anyway, the purpose of coming to this world is to be an unscrupulous experiment.

"The most urgent task is to restore some of the strength first... This requires a lot of food nutrients. Haha, the original owner's trouble is an opportunity. He has great power and can master a force and start the experiment."

Wu Ming smiled and looked at a blurry city through the hazy and weird light red moonlight.

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In Xinxiang County, a lame veteran leaned against the city wall, looked at the twisted weeds outside the city, sighed, feeling indescribable melancholy.

Lao Zhao was a county soldier. After a major disaster, he protected the city defense until the new city was established. The changes in this world are changing with each passing day, which is really difficult to adapt.

In recent years, his body bones have become worse and worse. His left leg has deformed, strange black scales have grown, and pustules have also left foul-stealed black and red pus whenever he cleanses. From time to time, his muscles are out of control and he acts on his own, which is creepy.

Originally, due to the accumulation of merit, the landlord gathered and agreed to buy medicines to suppress the disease from the strangers. Unfortunately, not long ago, the lord was critically ill, and a traitor in the city caused trouble and took the opportunity to seize the position and cleaned up the lord's clan and confidants.

Fortunately, Lao Zhao was so excited that he was low-key on weekdays and escaped a disaster, but he did not dare to hope to heal him.

He had a premonition that he was about to die soon.

Thinking of this, Lao Zhao carefully took out a strange thing from his arms that was wrapped in thin paper and turned into a slender shape. The strange man called it a cigarette, and they preferred it to call it "Yin Juaner".

Although the things are small, they can help them relieve pain and relieve psychological pressure. On weekdays, they have to collect a pound of spiritual flesh produced from demons to exchange for three boxes. It is very rare.

Lao Zhao took out a box of firewood from his pocket. This was the gunpowder formula purchased by the Lord of the time, working with Yiren, and the novelty of self-produced and sold by himself. Although it was still manual grinding and modulating, it was a good industry after all.

Sigh!

With a slight stroke of the edge of the box, Mars burst and a cluster of flames appeared. When Lao Zhao was about to light a cigarette, he suddenly became alert and subconsciously looked out of the city. With the light red moonlight, he vaguely saw a figure.

The veteran was shocked, threw away the match, stepped on it and put it out, got up and picked up the big knife beside him, and moved quickly and bravely, and wanted to call on his companions, but when he saw the figure of the visitor clearly, he was shocked.

"Old Zhao, what's wrong? Is there another demon attack?"

More than a dozen leather-armored men holding big swords surged out from the houses under the city walls. The leader actually carried a fire system, which was exactly what he called out.

Lao Zhao was too aggressive just now, and he stepped on the city wall made of rammed earth and vibrated.

The veteran looked at the familiar boy with thick eyebrows, protruding jawbone and disheveled hair outside the city, barely called him a heroic man. He was stunned. When he heard the voice of his teammates below, he quickly cursed and responded: "No, my cigarette roll accidentally fell out of the city and couldn't catch it."

"Hey, you sent someone to change the whistle, it's already midnight."

After the words came, the man carrying the Fire Orthodox immediately shrank and his voice came, "Old Zhao is so hardworking, you promised me tonight, five cigarettes to watch."

"Yes, yes, go ahead and continue playing."

"What kind of play is there to play? How can you fight a squire?!"

"Oh, boss, I don't understand those strange things."

"It's okay, I'll teach you."

More than a dozen hunter soldiers laughed and retracted into the house and continued chatting and spanking.

When Lao Zhao heard the movements gradually calmed down, he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the boy below and couldn't figure out why the Lord's son would come back? If the clan leader Li in the city knew about it and he let the other party go, the family would be in danger of their lives.

He was uneasy and did not dare to shout loudly at the top of the city. He could only tell Zhang Ze to leave quickly by shaking his limbs and winking.

That's right, the person from outside the city was Wu Ming, who was now wearing Zhang Ze's skin, and looked at the veteran who was dancing around the top of the city, and was deeply moved.

My original father was still very kind in the past. After all, rebuilding Xinxiang and gathering refugees from all over the world can be regarded as a result of building a new civilization.
Chapter completed!