Technician’s Manual

"Strange paintings, strange people.

The little blond boy stood in front of the whiteboard with a puzzled face. In front of him was the board painting he had just drawn.

There are three people in the painting, they are walking in the dense and complex jungle, heading towards the shining tower of Babel in the distance. Indistinct beast monsters, unknown mysterious places, just like a fantasy adventure.

Walking at the back was a black-skinned, curly-haired youth in shackles. He was wearing a trench coat and boots. He looked nothing special, but behind him was a looming beautiful ghost hugging him.

Should be the trump card of the team.

Walking in the middle is a handsome young man with blond hair. He is wearing a skirt with many pockets. He is walking in the jungle but wearing a meticulous dress. Holding a treasure map in his hand, he jumps to look at the Babel Tower in the distance. The soul of the team.

Walking in the forefront was an ordinary black-haired youth. He pointed to the front, turned his head towards the two people behind, and seemed to be talking happily, then his foot tripped over a tree root, and his footsteps seemed to fall. Obviously, it was the funny character of the team that made the little boy quite concerned about the fact that the jungle There is also a black crow staring at them on the tree, is this an omen of death?

but….

The little boy looked at the blond young man in the painting. Although the latter looked expressionless, the light in his eyes, the relaxation of his shoulders, and the act of not caring about handing his back to others all proved that he had no worries in his heart. Haze, enjoying the journey very comfortably, of course the little boy knew that this blond young man was his grown-up self.

That's why he wondered why he could still be so relaxed when there were people beside him.

Could it be that the dark skin and funny characters are all spiritual slaves who have been controlled by him?

But even slaves should be vigilant. In this world, how could there be someone who does not need to be suspicious? How is it possible to have a self that is completely entrusted with trust?

"But... an adventure?"

The little boy looked at the Babel Tower in the jungle, with yearning light in his eyes. Far from the vulgar society, exploring the unknown mysteries, and ruling two slaves and horses as cannon fodder... If this is the future, then growing up may not be a bad thing.

I thought life would only be so hard all the time—

At this time, the whiteboard turned into a wisp of soul mist and merged into his soul.

After a while, Igula opened her eyes and looked at the three reward light clusters that appeared beside her.

Yes, he lied to Ash and the others. His exploration of the ghost heritage has actually reached the 30th floor. After all, with Chikara and Gwen there, it cannot be fully disclosed. Even if Chikara is a slave, one must remain vigilant.

Regardless of trust or not, fraudsters are used to having reservations about anyone.

Igula did not hesitate, and directly chose the reward of "Chance of Rejuvenation". It was not the first time that he had chosen this reward, so he knew that reincarnation was actually risky.

This time, he was back when he was 8, but the last time he was 8.5 years old, the last time he was 9 years old.

The more rejuvenation, the higher the degree of degeneration. Once they pass an age where they cannot take care of themselves, the magician will become the sacrifice of this rejuvenation.

But Igula had no choice.

He wants ghost inheritance more than anyone else, because it's the only way he can go. He and Harvey are both fake and inferior products using cursed colorful tail feathers to forcibly advance to the sanctuary, at the cost of them and the fourth floor of the virtual realm The mana channel is completely closed. To put it simply, even if they reach the legendary level of magic in the future, they will not be able to summon the four-wing magic spirit through the resonance of the virtual world, and naturally they will not be able to open the door of truth to the Ruby Mountain.

Their way forward has been cut off, and Igula thought that he could only stop at the Sanctuary. In fact, for the death row inmates who were reformed in Broken Lake Prison a few months ago, this was an unimaginable achievement. Even before being imprisoned, Igula never expected to become a sanctuary sorcerer.

Yet he is a deceiver, a greedy deceiver, a greedy deceiver, an insatiable deceiver.

After the appearance of Ghost Legacy, Igula knew this was his only chance. Even if he still can't break through the legend, but with the ghost inheritance, he can definitely have the legendary combat power!

Igula is not like Harvey.

He's just a genius with some psychic talent, and Harvey is a necromancer monster.

When he was in Shattered Lake Prison, Harvey was probably just a little gifted necromancer, but I don't know when it started. He may have dug out from the deepest part of the virtual realm, perhaps from the darkest part of his heart. The treasure that completely transformed him. Talent can no longer describe his potential, in his words, that is, he has become a complete lackey of Haagen-Dazs - he is no longer human.

If Harvey finds a way to escape the curse and become a legend, Igula will not be too surprised. Even if Harvey is trapped in the Sanctuary, when he unlocks the 'Blood Moon Corpse King', he will naturally have legendary combat power, which is not a fraud at all. Teachers can match.

Igula is different from Ash.

In other words, Ash was different from everyone else.

Igula has long realized that the fool who looks a little silly will sooner or later reach the pinnacle of the magician, and even the Ruby Mountain may not be his end.

What about himself?

Igula doesn't have Ash's secret, nor Harvey's potential. The only thing he's good at is taking chances.

And the ghost inheritance happened to be his best opportunity. Not to mention that the spiritual faction is similar to the soul faction, and more importantly, when Igula was in the gospel, he also got the inheritance of Beldette's dominant faction!

The dominant faction is the second-level magic technique created by human magicians because they cannot awaken the soul faction of elves! However, although it is a second-level spell, the dominant faction is no less inferior to the spiritual faction and the soul faction after development. Just like all physical art factions originated from the fist and claw faction, but the strength of the fist and claw faction can only be ranked first. Two gradients.

Igula, who is proficient in mind and control at the same time, is like a duck to water in the ghost inheritance.

In a few days, he rushed to the back of the thirty levels, and then kept swiping "Opportunity to Rejuvenate Soul", using all the opportunities to improve his soul talent.

The cheater is not arrogant enough to think that he is making the fastest progress. There are too many psychics in this world, not to mention that there is also a soul artist, An Nan's mother, Qinna, who is a soul sanctuary!

He's just a smuggler after all.

Strength, talent, experience, he can't compare to the real spiritual sanctuary in all aspects.

And this ghost inheritance is a trial for all sanctuaries. There is only one winner. It is only natural that he failed to win.

but…

Igula glanced at the wall behind, the whiteboard had disappeared, but the painting just now seemed to remain in his pupils.

Life will not always be so hard.

So, I must keep up with them.

The Gospel Kingdom, Isu Palace.

Liz opened her eyes, sat up and glanced at An Nan next to her. Then jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom barefooted.

Shhh - After urinating, Liz ran back to the bed barefoot, squeezed into An Nan's soft embrace, and went back to sleep.

White Queen: "Liz, how many times have I said that you are not allowed to go barefoot, you must wear slippers!" Liz: "Mmmm." Black Deacon: "I promise every time, every time I don't change it." Red Dead Apostle: " Rebellion period." Liz: "Huh, who said I could see my father every five days~" White Queen: "We've been working on the inheritance of ghosts these days, it's too dangerous to take you there." Si: "I don't care, the sisters can see Dad every day, and I don't have one every five days! I don't like you anymore! I'm going to run away from home!" The witch sisters: "...?"

Liz got angrier the more she thought about it, jumped out of the bed and walked out of the bedroom barefoot, ignoring the maid calling 'Your Majesty the Queen, trotting all the way to the small palace gate, pushing the gate hard: "I'm leaving!" White Queen: "Well, you go. Let's go." Liz: "I'm really leaving!" Black Butler: "Goodbye, no." Liz: "I, I can't push the door." Red Dead Apostle: "I'll help you." The palace gate was pushed open. The guards discovered the situation and found through the monitor that it was Her Majesty's night tour, so naturally they did not dare to carelessly.

Liz looked at the street outside Xiaogongmen and blinked: "I, I have no place to live." White Queen: "Why are you running away from home if you don't have a place to live? Go back and wash your feet!" Liz scratched her neck: "I don't like my sister anymore!" Hei Deacon: "So do you want to run away from home?" Liz said angrily: "I, I don't like my sister anymore!" Diya: "But sisters like you, go back to wash Feet, will I take you to see Daddy in a few days?" Liz nodded, and finally willing to go back obediently. The White Queen originally wanted to use this opportunity to dampen Liz's rebellious arrogance. Recently, Liz has become more and more arrogant, but now the flute There's nothing you can do to destroy it. When Liz sleeps honestly, they start to study the few spells they just got, and then test the Miracle Riot spell!

Target magic!

Even the mind!

The miracle is down!

Although this is a miracle that dominates the faction, it is very peculiar that the target of its spell casting is not a living creature, and this is why the witch has won the inheritance of this spell!

Because its casting object is a magic spirit!

The miracle was launched on the soul, and most of the witch's magic spirits shone with a burst of red light. Now, the magic spirits not only look more ferocious, but they are also immune to the air pressure of the upper magic spirits and can attack the upper magic spirits!

This is the wonder of the lower-level magic, it allows the magician to force the upper-level magic to serve himself by arming the lower-level magic spirits and driving them to beat the upper-level magic-spirits, and it does not need to consume magic power. Although the upper-level magic spirit may only provide services a few times a day, it will eventually allow the magician to leapfrog to use the magic spirit!

But the inheritance of this technique is not complete, because Xia Keshang still needs another miracle to hold the king, so that the magician can forcibly incorporate the upper magic spirit into the soul.

But Diya doesn't need this step, because the magic spirit she wants to go down has always been in her soul.

She looked at the magic spirit that occupied the most position in the soul, as if containing a small world inside it, a fairy magic spirit. In the small world of fairy tales, there are gospel gods and spiritists.

Diya's heart moved, and her magic spirits all surrounded the fairy magic spirits, no longer unable to even approach as before. At this time, the Gospel God seemed to notice something, it started slightly, and there was a ripple in Diya's soul, and then the magic spirits under the influence of Xiake stopped one after another, unable to continue to launch a rebellion.

Although they failed, the witch sisters were not unhappy at all, but cheered up!

The performance of the gods of the gospel means that Xiakeshang is indeed a threat to it, otherwise it will not take the initiative to leak its aura to shock other magic spirits!

And this is only the first time that Deya has used the lower gram, and there is still a lot of room for improvement.

When she takes out the perfect sublime and successfully conquers the Gospel Spirit, then even if she tells the truth that she is Lisdiya and loses the protection of the secret-keeping power, she can limit the Gospel Spirit and prevent it from polluting her soul!

Although Diya has no experience in ruling factions, she doesn't need to delve into it at all.

She called out the Gospels, spent a lot of points and asked, "How can I use my resources to improve Xia Keshang,

Let my magic spirit hijack the **** of the gospel? ' The pages of the Gospels rippled, as if hesitating. But in the end, it still gave a plan: "Invoke the spirit of anger, the spirit of resentment, the spirit of forgetfulness... to build a new miracle of mutiny, which is effective for the gods of the gospel." It works!

Diya couldn't help but get excited.

She has finally found the light of day to crack the death threat of the gods of the gospel!

The reason why she has been able to accommodate the gods of the gospel without being tampered with her personality is because of UU reading www. uukanshu.com is protecting her soul because she has the power to keep secrets. But in order to maintain the power of keeping secrets, she could not reveal to Ashiya that she was Lisdia, and could only establish a new intimate relationship with Ashiya from the beginning.

But as long as she can conquer the gods of the gospel, she can frankly confess that Lisdia is a witch! When Yaxiu returns to the gospel, she will be able to keep him openly and honestly!

Even lock him up and not let him go to Fanxing!

White Queen: "Then, in addition to perfecting the next goal, it is..." Black Deacon: Capture the blank concept of the end of the ghost inheritance, and create the law that Axiu can return to the gospel from Senluo. "Red Dead Apostle: It is not easy to seize the inheritance of ghosts. "Di Ya: [It's easier than grabbing something from Jian Ji." The witch sisters agreed: "Indeed." Senluo Wasteland, in the wilderness of the night, a flaming white tiger was slowly pacing, and the flames burned the darkness to the point of fleeing.

Weisser slowly opened her eyes.

She sat up and covered her face, the twisted green collar around her neck trembling slightly. Squirrels, lizards, snakes, Dafa people came out from everywhere to care about her, and even Fang Chan appeared and fanned in front of her.

"I'm fine." Weisser waved his hand: "It's just a little embarrassing."

"I never thought that I would reveal the side of myself when I was a child, let alone that he would be as worthy of him as Wei Ounai."

"However, Ghost Inheritance"

She raised her head and looked at the dark night.

"If I could get hold of the blank concept..." she murmured softly, "Will my painting be different?"

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