Chapter 200 Help! I Met a Pig's Foot
It's dawn.
But it was still shrouded in thick clouds of negative energy, with visibility less than one thousand meters.
There is no wind either.
Even the air became much thinner, and a suffocating coldness penetrated into the bone marrow.
Zhang Yang looked at the magnificent city in front of him with some curiosity and a strange expression. He had not passed by here when he went west to Anya City, so he didn't know that there was a city here that was even bigger and more majestic than Storm City.
"Nimma, this is at least a level 4 royal city, or even a level 5 royal city. How could Zhao Xianyu allow such a city to be built?"
A level 5 royal city already has its own aura. If nothing else, at least it will definitely not be isolated from the air by the clouds of negative energy.
"So the builder of this city is definitely not a native, but it is also unlikely to be an alien, because Hope Star's judgment is not wrong. There must be a person in this city who can continue the civilization of this world. But why would such a person seem so foolish to shatter Hope Star?"
The more Zhang Yang thought about it, the more surprised he became, and the more confused he became.
Because now it has been a day since the fall of Storm City, his Anya City had been destroyed by the swarm of monsters and demons because it obtained a small piece of the Star of Hope. However, there are no powerful monsters and demons around this city which also obtained a piece of the Star of Hope.
It was as if I was being ignored.
Is this possible?
Zhang Yang was very interested and was not in a hurry to blend into the city. He always felt that this matter was too weird.
Then he looked around the city carefully.
The more he observed, the more magical it became.
First of all, the city was not connected to any official road in Zhao Xianyu's kingdom.
The nearest official road, which Zhang Yang had walked on before, was three hundred miles away from the city.
Secondly, although there are farmlands around the city, it lacks villages and castles of the next level.
After all, for a great city to emerge, it must first have popularity and open trade routes.
"Why does this city seem to have appeared out of nowhere? It's almost the same as my level 6 royal city!"
This sudden thought in Zhang Yang's mind made him shudder.
Yes, in his small village civilization, he can return to the world he once built two thousand years later and return as a king.
So is there someone like him in this world of gods? "Wait, that's not right. I established a small village civilization, which is the first sequence. After returning again, it is a dynasty civilization, which is the second sequence. This world of gods has obviously entered the third sequence. If someone like me returns, he must be a god, a real god! And a real god will never be so petty, especially not to let go of any fragment of hope."
"And I think that if the king of gods who once created this divine civilization really has returned, I'm afraid he can crush all those monsters and demons to death with one hand. So this is not right, I have to wait and see!"
Zhang Yang became more cautious. Zhao Xianyu's experience told him not to think he was invincible just because he had enough cards in his hand. Everything was possible, even the weirdest things could happen.
An hour later, the east gate of the city opened and an army of about two thousand people walked out in a line. They did not form a battle formation and ran straight to the southeast.
At the same time, an army of two thousand men each walked out of the West Gate and the North Gate, each heading in a clear direction.
"They are not survivors? No, these soldiers are all indigenous survivors, because the aura transformed by the spiritual energy revival will not change. But the spiritual energy revival has only been three and a half months. Who can make these indigenous survivors so powerful?"
Zhang Yang quietly followed the army in the southeast direction. He did not dare to get too close. He just released the Soul Sword, concealed his breath, and relied on his naked eyes to see.
This army moved very quickly and covered hundreds of miles in less than an hour. At this time, the dark cloud in front of them had been pressed down to dozens of meters from the ground. In the cloud, there were evil spirits, ghosts, ghost assassins, ghost priests, and even ghost ladies. There should even be ghost queens and ghost generals among them.
Under normal circumstances, it would not be too easy to wipe out this human army of 2,000 people.
But what surprised Zhang Yang was that these two thousand people were very different. The armor they wore and the weapons in their hands emitted rays of light when Yin Qi approached, and it seemed that they could actually burn the Yin Qi. The arrows they shot could also easily kill the ghosts in the Yin Qi cloud.
This battle was a one-sided suppression.
It was as if these were not two thousand humans, but two thousand demons, because only the demons that could restrain the ghosts could perform like this.
Seeing this, Zhang Yang turned around and ran towards the other two human armies without saying a word.
A day later, Zhang Yang stood in front of the royal city again with a serious expression, puzzled.
The three human armies suffered almost no losses and returned with a full load.
According to Zhang Yang's estimation, they hunted down at least three thousand ghosts, one thousand monsters, and one thousand two hundred demons today.
This is a huge gain. If placed on the golden scale, it can be exchanged for 10,000 first-grade foundation-building pills.
But here's the weird part.
Why? He was sure that those soldiers were all indigenous aborigines, survivors of the spiritual revival, which could be seen from the fact that Zhang Yang ventured close to eavesdrop on their conversation.
Unable to figure out the reason, Zhang Yang did not dare to risk entering the city. Although he estimated that there were at least 100,000 indigenous people in the city, the situation was too strange.
Over the next few days, Zhang Yang took foundation-building pills to practice at night and followed during the day. He felt that he had to figure out all of this mystery, otherwise if he met such an opponent in the future, he would have no place to cry.
For half a month, Zhang Yang successfully obtained 1,000 breaths of innate spiritual energy. After much consideration, he decided to use this innate spiritual energy to upgrade his soul veins.
Originally he planned to upgrade his mind.
However, the strange situation in this royal city made him dare not take it lightly, so he did not seek to achieve any merit, but to save his life.
The amount of innate spiritual energy required to upgrade the soul vein to the third level is extremely huge, as much as 1,000 mouthfuls.
"It turns out that cultivating immortals is all about resources. Without resources, everything is over!"
Zhang Yang sighed, and with a thought, a thousand breaths of innate spiritual energy were injected into his soul veins.
“Buzz buzz buzz!”
This time, the sound of the sword rang in his mind for a full ninety-nine times. That strange rhythm reappeared, and it was clearer and more definite than the second time.
Even Zhang Yang had an illusion that he saw his past and present life.
Or maybe not, but somehow he did see something.
This rhythm lasted for more than ten breaths. The moment it ended, Zhang Yang felt extremely comfortable. Then, for the first time in his life, he saw the sea of his soul.
Yes, he once thought that his soul strength had reached A+, which was the limit, so he was very proud of it. But now it seems that he has only climbed up a small slope, like a toad in a well.
And now that he had seen his sea of soul, the intensity of this had already surpassed what A+ could describe.
As his consciousness descended, Zhang Yang landed on the surface of the sea of soul. This was very strange, especially from the perspective of consciousness and senses.
In the distance, twenty-seven golden lights flickered and jumped. They were the twenty-seven invisible soul swords automatically generated when the Soul Vein Sword Pill reached the third level (3/9).
As soon as he thought about it, the twenty-seven golden soul swords came whistling and flying, creating waves on the sea of souls.
Zhang Yang was startled at first, but then he realized that this kind of wave did not make him feel anything wrong, so he tried to let the twenty-seven soul swords circle around his consciousness, constantly rolling up bigger waves. This was not for fun, but a method of practicing soul swords.
The Soul Sword and the Soul Sea are symbiotic partners, so there is no need for any profound techniques, just normal adjustments.
Therefore, it would not matter even if the Soul Sword stirred up huge waves in the sea of souls. Instead, it would be an effective measure to prevent enemy attacks.
Otherwise, what would happen if the sea of the soul cannot withstand even a little wave?
In a blink of an eye, as Zhang Yang controlled his consciousness, his entire sea of soul was stirred up. It was no longer a calm lake, but turned into a high-speed spinning gyroscope. The pressure suddenly increased until it reached a critical point.
Only then did Zhang Yang heave a sigh of relief. He had almost tested out the specific strength of his current sea of soul, which was roughly equivalent to one hundred souls A+.
"It turns out that immortal cultivators are the best among people."
With a sigh in his heart, Zhang Yang was about to slow down the Soul Sword to calm the Sea of Soul, but at this moment, he suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a gray transparent chain in the deepest part of the Sea of Soul.
This surprised him, and when he looked again, the gray transparent chain was gone.
But how could Zhang Yang be at ease in this situation? He immediately mobilized twenty-seven golden soul swords and stirred the sea of soul madly. He could not let this gray transparent chain go, even if it meant harming himself.
Finally, after the rotation of the Sea of Soul reached the critical point, Zhang Yang's consciousness saw the gray transparent chain again.
This time he had experience, so he relaxed immediately and at the same time urged the Soul Sword to surround and capture it in one fell swoop.
But at the moment he grabbed the gray transparent chain, he also gained a familiar yet unfamiliar memory.
The reason why it is familiar is because it is his own memory, and the reason why it is strange is that he does not remember doing these things at all.
In this memory, he smuggled into this world of gods as a dragon crossing the river, and he did accept the mission of a salted fish terminator.
At this point in my memory, everything can still blend perfectly with Zhang Yang’s memory.
But what happened next was different.
When he came to this world, he was not immediately targeted and sniped by Zhao Xianyu. Instead, he developed smoothly and got in touch with the descendants of Lame Robin.
With the help of Lame Robin's descendants, he discovered the fatal loophole in Zhao Xianyu's prosperous kingdom, that is, his divination skills were almost deciphered by the demons.
So, Zhang Yang and Lame Robin's descendant, a guy named Rom, worked together to capture a demon spy and tortured him into revealing the secret of the Wood Demon Tower.
At this point, Zhang Yang decided to take back the Wood Demon Tower, so he took Rom and a legion under Rom's command and rushed towards Anya City.
After a series of battles and battles of wits and courage, he successfully took back the Wood Demon Tower and successfully cut off Zhao Xianyu's roots. Finally, demons and monsters invaded and destroyed Storm City. Zhang Yang obtained a complete Star of Hope and returned perfectly.
Well, it hasn’t returned yet, just a moment before returning.
Then the memory stops.
"Oh my god! What happened? Who locked my memory? Do these memories really belong to me?"
Zhang Yang was confused.
In this memory, he planned things rationally, got things done, and reaped great rewards in the end. This should be a normal template no matter how you look at it.
But what he is going through now is very cruel. He had just smuggled in, and Zhao Xianyu knew his exact location and directly parachuted in an 18th-level pseudo-god. If he hadn't had some skills, he would have almost died.
Then, before he could figure out the situation, the demons had already cracked Zhao Xianyu's divination technique, causing him to enter the era of spiritual energy revival in a daze.
In the end, in his memory, he should have obtained a complete Star of Hope, but he was blocked by someone and only got half of it.
"Oh my god, why do I feel like someone has been reborn? And he was reborn with all his memories, but he ended up usurping my luck, usurping the opportunity that originally belonged to me, and in the end, he almost killed me! What the hell is going on!"
Zhang Yang was truly horrified. If he hadn't upgraded his Soul Vein Sword Pill to the third level, he wouldn't have discovered this incredible thing.
"Then there is something very wrong with this suddenly appearing royal city."
Zhang Yang frowned.
He had wondered before why someone was still attacking the Star of Hope when it had clearly stagnated. This must be because the reborn person believed that he could still obtain the Star of Hope, so he attacked with this idea in mind.
"You bastard! If even the reborn exist, how can we play this?"
Zhang Yang was speechless, but not furious, because he thought of the strange world he passed through when he was smuggling. It was indeed a magical world. There were smugglers who crossed the river, so what was the big deal about traveling through time and space and being reborn, as long as he paid enough price.
I just don't know what the reborn person sacrificed. Did he sacrifice his nine clans of relatives and friends to get this heaven-defying rebirth qualification? Zhang Yang thought about it carefully, but the more he thought about it, the more horrified he became, and then the more fortunate he became.
Fortunately, he broke through the foundation-building stage and was extremely cautious, upgrading the Soul Vein Sword Pill to the third level in one breath. Otherwise, he would not even know that his luck had been reborn and usurped by someone else.
"So if I upgrade the Soul Vein Sword Pill to the fourth level, can I avoid this kind of thing? At least it can give a warning, right?"
"But this kind of reborn person is really hard to guard against, so the best way is to learn from Zhang Liang's grandson and always keep a trick up your sleeve."
"The reason why I was not tricked to death by that reborn person this time is because he didn't know that I have 917 breaths of life spirit energy."
"So, who is this reborn person?"
Zhang Yang looked at the royal city from afar and suppressed the anger in his heart. Don't worry, we still have a long way to go!
(End of this chapter)
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