At the beginning of the game, I can manifest fantasy objects

Chapter 115
The pages of the manifested book are closed, returning to their simple and natural appearance. There is nothing magical about them anymore, only the chaotic green lotus on the spine of the book is still swaying.

Zhang Jingming gathered all the thoughts in his mind and sat cross-legged in the void. His mind gradually fell into an ethereal state and entered a new round of practice.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed.

The nine shadow clones dissipated and returned to their original form. The chaotic mist around Zhang Jingming's body dissipated. His eyes opened with a "swish", and two brilliant divine lights shot out from them. His eyes were as bright as stars.

During this practice, he gained something more, gained insights into various mysterious magic powers, and became more proficient in mastering them.

With a thought, pieces of treasure appeared in front of Zhang Jingming.

Some of these treasures were paid filial piety by Elder Han and others, and some were collected by the Li family and the Wang family. Although they are not very precious, they are quite time-consuming and laborious to collect.

Zhang Jingming first transformed into shadow clones and asked them to stand aside.

Then he used the magical power of "paper-cutting to become a human being", and the surging divine power surged out from the sea of ​​suffering under his navel, wrapped a piece of paper made of psychic ancient wood, turned into invisible scissors, and began to cut out the paper man along a mysterious trajectory.

At the same time, the entire mirror world began to tremble, "Tao" and "Principle" were intertwined, and the paper figurines were being formed.

When a paper figure was cut out, a trace of the space power of the Silk Mirror World was activated, turning it into a somewhat illusory weapon refining furnace, with fire evil spirits burning raging underneath.

Zhang Jingming first put the paper man into it, worked together with the nine shadow clones, and continued to refine it with the methods he had learned. Then he put in pieces of precious materials from time to time as supplementary materials. The flames rose and the stove, which was as tall as a person, crackled. .

It was not until a day and night later that the weapon refining furnace dissipated and the mirror world slowly calmed down.

By this time, the nine shadow clones had exhausted their magical power and dispersed. Zhang Jingming stretched out his right hand and spread it out, and a slightly yellowed paper talisman fell into his palm.

The “Paper Man Clone” version of the leader of the Prehistoric Stable Sect was successfully sacrificed!

"Phew! It was my first attempt and I almost failed. Fortunately, I have extraordinary talent. Fortunately! Fortunately!"

Looking at the paper talisman in the palm of his hand, Zhang Jingming couldn't help but reveal a hint of joy on his face.

The shadow clones who were squeezed to the point of dissipation expressed that they were tired and wanted to destroy them. The original body was just a capitalist without a heart.

After Zhang Jingming took a short rest to recover his divine power, he used his mysterious method to inject divine power into the paper talisman in his palm, and then threw it out.

Bang!
The paper talisman transformed into a young man in ancient costume, with a white cloak and a silver helmet. He was complex, gorgeous, fairy-like, and extremely powerful.

The boy's entire face has clear outlines, a straight nose, and heroic eyebrows. He looks handsome and full of chic temperament.

The image of this young man is a one-to-one reproduction of Feipeng, the god of the Three Miles of Immortal Sword.

"Cultivating the other side of the realm, you can also customize the appearance, not bad! Not bad!"

Zhang Jingming looked at the divine general Fei Peng in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.

This is no longer an ordinary paper man, but the cheapest and lowest threshold incarnation.

If combined with the application of the power of space in the photogenic world, Zhang Jingming can sit firmly in the mirror world and let the paper man avatar walk outside, which can be controlled remotely without harming the enemy.

Not only that, once the sacrificial refining technique is proficient enough, it can be mass-produced with sufficient materials.

Even this external avatar is not limited to the human form, and different versions suitable for different situations can be developed in the future.

In the next half month, Zhang Jingming consumed all the treasure materials he had accumulated, and successively refined more than ten paper man incarnations. He became more and more proficient in his techniques, mastered the techniques, and gradually understood the secrets.

"Next, if you make some preparations, you can try to cross the universe and return to the earth..." Holding a stack of paper talismans, Zhang Jingming murmured in a low voice, with a light flashing in his eyes.

As his thoughts turned, nine shadow clones emerged behind him and entered the practice. One by one, the paper man incarnations walked out of the mirror world and merged into various parts of the Eastern Wasteland and Southern Territory.

A paper man incarnation of Li Xunhuan walked into a city near Xiyue Cave.

He found a restaurant, and with the waiter's reception, he climbed up the steps, went straight to the second floor, and chose a seat by the window.

At the table not far away, there were several people with good temperaments sitting there. They were different from ordinary people. They were all monks obviously.

Now that the world has not yet begun, real monks will not go out of their way to interact with mortals, and generally will not show their extraordinaryness in front of the world. Even if they meet across from each other, ordinary people will not know.

Adhering to their consistent principles, these monks were talking in low voices, not wanting to disturb the mortals around them.

Unless one has a particularly keen spiritual sense, ordinary people would not be able to catch their conversation.

"The Demon Emperor's tomb has lost countless monks dead and injured in more than half a year, but it still can't be opened. It's really evil!"

"The entire Eastern Wilderness has been completely shaken. All the ancient families in the wilderness, all the holy places, and all the sects have sent their men. The primitive ruins are going to be stained with blood!"

"The tomb left by the demon emperor is so evil that it is almost psychic..."

"Now the deep pool is surrounded by piles of blood and flesh, and mountains of corpses. It is simply a demonic land. There is so much resentment there. Just looking at it from a distance makes people feel creepy!"

"Since there is no return, why are there endless monks who continue to go to the original ruins?"

"It's no good. Who would be so reckless about life and death? It's the tomb of a great emperor. There must be endless treasures buried in it. Who wouldn't be tempted?"

The cultivation levels of those monks are not high, they are only in the realm of the Sea of ​​Suffering and the Spring of Life. At this time, they are shaking their heads, drinking wine down their throats, and talking loudly.

"Do you still remember the existence that stole the Demon Emperor's soldiers?"

Another monk suddenly said this.

"How could you not remember that he was a powerful man who was wanted by all the ancient families, the Holy Land, and the demon clan?"

Another monk immediately agreed.

"It is said that a powerful monster from the demon clan has come out of seclusion, specifically for that strong man, and is determined to take back the demon emperor's soldiers!"

The monk who started the topic took a sip and then spoke in a show off manner.

"The great master of the demon clan, I wonder what level of cultivation he has reached!"

Two monks were shocked, their faces full of yearning.

"That existence is too mysterious. It only appeared once in the original ruins and has no trace since. It's difficult! Difficult! Difficult to find it out!"

But another monk shook his head and said so.

"No, there are rumors that that person is a visitor from outside the territory, and it came from the mouth of an old antique from the Holy Land!"

The last monk also spoke, telling some gossip he heard from somewhere.

(End of this chapter)