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

Zhang Yuan raised his body with some difficulty and looked at his environment.

This is a self-built cement house that is very common in southern towns, with a space of about ten square meters.

The furnishings in the house are simple. Apart from the wooden bed under Zhang Yuan, there is only a small wooden table.

There seemed to be a package placed on the small wooden table. The light was a bit dim and it was hard to see clearly.

"Are you awake? Don't move yet."

A girl in plain clothes opened the door and walked in quickly, coming to the bedside to support Zhang Yuan who was about to get up.

"You are...why am I here?"

His head was still a little dizzy, and Zhang Yuan felt as if he had forgotten a lot of things.

The girl in front of him looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. She was full of youthfulness, and her pretty face gave him a familiar feeling.

But Zhang Yuan failed to recall the memory related to the woman. He seemed to have forgotten something, it seemed to be a very important memory.

"You are drowning. This is my home. I am Wang Yu. Did you hurt your head?"

The girl who called herself Wang Yu couldn't help but force Zhang Yuan back to the bed.

The girl's strength was much greater than expected, which was completely inconsistent with her appearance of weakness. Zhang Yuan, who was a little weak, lay down again obediently.

Under Wang Yu's concern and inquiry, Zhang Yuanxiang opened up his dusty memory and slowly recalled everything.

During the winter vacation of high school, he went out to find a part-time job to make a living. He accidentally saw a child falling into the water. He went into the water to save the child, but he accidentally drowned. It was his high school classmate Wang Yu who saved him.

"Thank you."

Zhang Yuan thanked him and silently kept the other party's kindness in his heart.

"You're welcome. I was scared just now. I thought you had lost your memory..."

Wang Yu took good care of Zhang Yuan without any impatience. He also prepared food and drinks. After Zhang Yuan had eaten and drank enough, he told him to take a good rest, packed up the dishes and left.

Zhang Yuan lay quietly on the bed, feeling relieved for a while. He couldn't help but empty his mind and subconsciously ignored some discordant places.

After a while, he fell asleep in a daze.

the next day.

Zhang Yuan felt that his body was fine.

The injury on his body was not serious, but his head seemed to have been hit, so he was confused all day yesterday.

Zhang Yuan was about to say goodbye to Wang Yu. After all, it was not good for him to live here while a girl was at home.

As soon as he got up, he felt a throbbing in his heart.

"Huh? This is..."

Zhang Yuan came to the small wooden table and found a water-stained black package. He opened the package and three items appeared in front of him: a yellowed book, a classically shaped flute and a simple jade pendant.

Zhang Yuan picked up the book and flipped through it curiously.

This book seemed to be very old, and he didn't recognize any of the words on it, but the words on it seemed to contain a strange magic that allowed people to effortlessly understand the meaning it wanted to express.

Zhang Yuan was immediately fascinated by this sight, and he didn't even know when Wang Yu came in.

Later, both of them were attracted by the contents of the book at the same time.

"Refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit..."

"Ah! This is the cultivation method of immortality!"

After a long time, Zhang Yuan and Wang Yu came to their senses when all the pages in their hands were turned, and they both spoke in shock.

"A Yuan, I didn't expect that you are actually an immortal cultivator."

"Ah? This book is not mine, it is in this package on the table..."

"You were fished out of the river yesterday, and you were holding this package in your hand..."

Hearing Wang Yu say this, Zhang Yuan froze on the spot. He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it.

Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about it, thinking that the package might have originally sunk in the river, and he accidentally caught it in a panic when he was drowning.

The ancient books record the cultivation methods of ancient Qi practitioners. The cave flute and the jade pendant are magical tools to assist in cultivation. One can speed up cultivation, and the other can help people achieve enlightenment.

The two couldn't help but decided to practice together and keep this secret together.

Holding the jade pendant in hand can comprehend the profound meaning of the mysterious method. One day later, both of them found the sense of Qi and officially started practicing.

Zhang Yuan no longer cares about part-time jobs, and temporarily stays at Wang Yu's house, practicing with him all day long, discussing and exchanging experiences with each other.

With the aid of jade pendants and dongxiao, the two of them have made rapid progress, with huge gains every day.

In just one month, Zhang Yuan's cultivation in the Qi refining stage was nearly completed, and his cultivation reached the late stage of Qi refining.

As for Wang Yu, both in terms of qualifications and understanding, she is stronger than Zhang Yuan, and her performance is even more amazing.

Now, Wang Yu has completed the stage of refining Qi and transformed into God. He has entered the stage of refining Qi and transformed into God. He is already a monk in the foundation-building stage.

Build the foundation, build the foundation, build the foundation.

The physical fitness and reaction speed of monks in the Foundation Establishment Realm have far exceeded the limits of ordinary humans. They can break mountains and mountains, and can even fly in the air. Ordinary guns and artillery are basically no threat to monks at this stage.

Monks in the foundation building stage can also perform short-term fasting. With the magic power in their bodies, they can go without eating or drinking for a month without any problem.

Life expectancy has also been greatly improved, and people can live to be 200 years old without illness or disaster.

After reaching the foundation-building stage, his cultivation has begun to become otherworldly, becoming more and more inhuman.

The days passed like this for another three days. Zhang Yuan practiced with Wang Yu every day. When the two practiced, they performed as a double dongxiao ensemble.

Both of them had no reservations about their experience in cultivation, and their ideas kept colliding. Zhang Yuan, in particular, felt greatly gained from each exchange.

Under the guidance of Wang Yu's superior guidance, Zhang Yuan has almost completed the stage of refining and transforming Qi, and is not far away from building a foundation.

After spending time together day and night, the two of them have become vaguely like "Taoist couples".

However, they are not the kind of Taoist couple who form a couple and practice Taoism together in the novel, but are closer to the kind of Taoist couple who practice and cultivate together, overcome obstacles together, and constantly seek knowledge and Taoism.

Although Zhang Yuan sometimes felt that he had forgotten something, he no longer cared about it. He thought that it would be good for the two of them to continue practicing and seeking Tao together.

On this day, the two of them had just finished a training session.

Wang Yu's expression suddenly changed. Holding the ancient purple bamboo flute in her hand, she quickly walked through the door from the hall on the second floor to the balcony.

Wang Yu's house is a two-story low self-built building, and the two of them chose the hall on the second floor for their practice.

When practicing, the two of them sat on two high-backed wooden chairs facing each other. The jade pendant that can help people achieve enlightenment was placed on the wooden table in the middle. They would not disturb others while practicing during the day.

Zhang Yuan chased after him, and his spiritual sense also faintly noticed that something was wrong. I saw black mist rolling in the sky, rolling in from the west like waves.

Black mist covered the sky and the sun, and the sky suddenly became completely dark, making it difficult to see even one's fingers. Various noisy voices kept coming from around, filling the sky.

"what is that?!"

Zhang Yuan's eyes widened, and his cultivation had reached the late stage of Qi refining. Seeing in the dark was no longer a problem.

In the rolling black fog, hideous and ugly monsters were seen swooping down to the ground. Each of these monsters was the size of a small car, and some of them were larger than large trucks.

These monsters are all grotesque, and the appearance of each one is very challenging to normal people's aesthetics.

Looking from a distance, the monsters are endless, falling from the sky to the ground like rain.

"Take this and follow me!"

Wang Yu quickly returned to the hall, took out the jade pendant and stuffed it into Zhang Yuan's hand.

She lifted the purple bamboo flute in her hand, put it to her mouth and began to play. Invisible sound waves greeted the monster swooping down from the sky.

boom!boom!boom……

With one blow, dozens of monsters exploded into disgusting bloody pieces in the sky.

But there are too many monsters, dense and endless, and after killing one wave, another wave will fill them up.

Wang Yu could only barely clear a small area.

Zhang Yuan was not slow in his movements. Now was not the time to say more. He put away the jade pendant, used his magic power to create a white jade flute, brought it to his mouth, and launched the sound attack technique.

Sound Attack is both a single sonic attack spell and a group attack spell. You can freely choose to attack one target or multiple targets.

When a single target attacks, it emits a condensed sound wave, and when a group attacks, it emits a rippled sound wave. However, the lethality will be correspondingly weakened. The larger the attack range, the weaker the damage.

However, it was obvious that he in the Qi Refining Stage could not compare with Wang Yu in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Although Wang Yu kills these monsters like mowing grass, killing a group of them at once, when he chooses a group attack to land on these monsters, he only makes them stagger.

There is no mana fluctuation on these monsters, only a rich aura of death and destruction.

But their physical strength is at least as strong as steel. If they hit the ground directly from the sky, they will create a pit of at least ten meters. And they seem to feel no pain, roaring and rushing towards the surrounding living creatures.

They seem to come only to bring destruction, and all living creatures are the targets of their attacks.

When they encounter living creatures, they will rush forward to tear everything apart and destroy everything.

boom! boom! boom!

When Zhang Yuan changed the attack target to three and launched the sound attack again, he finally succeeded in killing three monsters.

The corners of his mouth twitched. These monsters were too tough. As a monk in the late stage of Qi refining, it was difficult for him to deal with just a few of them. He would probably be stretched thin if he faced ten of them at the same time. So would ordinary people still have a way to survive?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel worried.

boom! boom! boom!

In the distance, there were sounds of various torrents of steel and artillery fire.

But within ten minutes, everything fell silent, and there was just a small wave among the endless monsters.

The cries and screams of the humans around Zhang Yuan and Wang Yu completely fell silent within a minute.

At first, the two of them tried to save the people around them, but they were exhausted from the attacks of more and more monsters and were almost unable to save themselves.

Is the history of mankind in this world coming to an end like this?

Zhang Yuan gasped and couldn't help but feel a little desperate.

He and Wang Yu were both in poor condition now. Both of them were wet with sweat. Under the high-intensity battle, his mana was almost exhausted, and Wang Yu had very little mana left.

Although Wang Yu's cultivation level is stronger and has reached the foundation building stage, she is under greater pressure to protect Zhang Yuan.

There are no longer monsters scattered in the sky, but wherever you look, there are still endless monsters, roaring and roaring towards Zhang Yuan and Wang Yu, as if they are tireless.

They turned a blind eye to the piles of flesh and blood fragments surrounding them, as if they didn't know fear.

Rumble…

At this moment, there was a thunderous explosion in the distance, and Zhang Yuan's expression changed. Was he starting to use nuclear bombs to clean the ground?

But is it really useful?

Huge mushroom clouds continued to explode in the distant sky and on the ground, but the monsters were still endless, and the black mist rolled and began to sprinkle monsters in a steady stream.

Seeing this result, Zhang Yuan fell silent and couldn't help but feel slightly absent-minded.

boom!

Wang Yu held the purple bamboo flute and swiped at the monster rushing in front of Zhang Yuan, and the monster exploded into pieces.

She looked at Zhang Yuan, her eyes full of nostalgia, and her pretty face stained with sweat and blood foam had an indescribable sadness.

"Live well."

As the lingering sound lingered, her whole body and the purple bamboo flute in her hand turned into a ray of blue light and disappeared into Zhang Yuan's body.

Zhang Yuan felt something bad as soon as she said the words, but he had no time to stop her or say anything. Green light had entered his body, and his whole body was frozen in place, and his consciousness slowly fell into darkness.

Strangely, the restless monsters around suddenly calmed down, turned a blind eye to Zhang Yuan, scattered, and began to scatter in search of new living targets.

I don't know how long it took, but when Zhang Yuan regained consciousness, there was only the dilapidated land around him, with ruins and broken walls everywhere.

The sky was gray, the black fog disappeared, and the monsters disappeared, but the world also had no breath of life.

His eyes were dull and he walked aimlessly. He kept walking, his steps staggering.

I don’t know how long I walked, but everywhere Zhang Yuan saw was wasteland.

All cities and villages have only dilapidated buildings left. Human beings, animals, and plants have disappeared, and the world is only gray.

Just when he thought he would go on like this until he died or the world was destroyed, the black mist appeared again.

He saw the black mist rolling over his head. He raised his head and stared at the black mist with blood-red eyes, filled with anger and hatred.

But this time the black mist did not scatter the monster, but instead an unexpected person appeared.

I saw an extremely familiar figure suspended in mid-air not far in front of Zhang Yuan, supported by a throne formed by black mist.

It was a young man who looked the same as Zhang Yuan, wearing a black ferocious battle armor, with blood clouds surrounding his feet.

The blood cloud seemed to be composed of the souls of countless dead souls, and countless horrifying screams continued to be heard.

"You are……"

Zhang Yuan's expression changed, his eyes filled with disbelief and confusion.

"Are you surprised by the other me? You and I are two sides of the same coin. I am you and you are me. All of this is caused by you..."

Another Zhang Yuan had a malicious smile on his face and spoke solemnly.

"No! Impossible!"

Zhang Yuan felt that his body was very cold. (End of chapter)