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I am fusing demigod-level items, and I am an evil professional. I feel like I am courting death. Mr. President, you must protect me. If anything unexpected happens, I will fuck your whole family.

Zhang Yuanqing was grumbling in his heart, and asked: "How do I integrate it?"

Mr. President leaned lazily on the back of his chair and said, "Cut open the chest and bring it close to the heart."

Zhang Yuanqing opened the inventory and grabbed the Purple Thunder Hammer. He pressed the sharp three-edged spike on the handle against his chest. Just as he was about to stab it into his chest, he suddenly remembered something.

"No, the three-edged thorn has the effect of breaking armor and causing bleeding. The bleeding effect of the dominant level will kill me. Mr. President, can you lend me your sword?"

The president shook his head and said, "You don't even have low-level weapons? You are too poor."

He reached out his hand into the air and grabbed out a pitch-black saber.

The despised Yuanshi Tianzun took the saber and cut open his chest, revealing the beating heart in his chest. The warm blood stained his clothes red, and the rich smell of blood filled the bedroom.

Zhang Yuanqing ignored the pain from cutting open his chest, carefully held the dark brown heart, and brought it to his chest.

The dark brown heart in the palm of his hand instantly melted into a sticky black substance, wrapping around the tender red beating heart, and Zhang Yuanqing's heart was then stained with a dark aura.

Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts and emotions exploded. The past six months of memories came to his mind. He wandered in difficult copies, exhausted and desperate, struggling on the brink of life and death, fear and pain, all surged at this moment.

Master Wuhen died, and the hotel team never got justice until their death. At this moment, Mr.'s exhaustion, humiliation and regret, anger and unwillingness to be judged would lead to the destruction of both sides, all the past events came to his mind and turned into surging negative emotions.

Zhang Yuanqing's sanity collapsed under the impact of negative emotions, and his heart was filled with the urge to destroy the world.

At this time, the president's low reminder came to my ear: "Activate the power of the day."

With his mind in a mess, he instinctively followed his instructions and activated the power of the sun.

Revive the golden light dormant in the body.

The power of the sun with purifying properties greatly alleviated the chaotic negative energy, allowing Zhang Yuanqing to regain a bit of confidence.

He knelt on the ground, leaning forward slightly, gasping for breath and looking at his chest.

The surface of the heart was completely covered with dark substance, and some substances were flowing rapidly and drilling into the atrium frantically.

These dark bright substances are still very active and show no signs of stability, which means that the fusion process has just begun and is far from over.

This is still a magical item after it was sealed. One can imagine how terrible the heart was before it was sealed. Master Wuhen has been refining his mind for twenty years, and his will has long been as hard as steel.

While Zhang Yuanqing admired the master's willpower, he also felt that there was still a big gap between himself and the old man.

"You have passed the first stage, so stay focused," the president warned.

The next round of emotional shock is coming, and the unpleasant experiences in life come one after another, including childhood loneliness, mother's indifference, classmates' bullying, and the uneasiness of living under someone else's roof.

The tragic, sad and painful emotions in life are surging at this moment.

Zhang Yuanqing once again felt the urge to destroy the world and himself.

"Ah, ah!" He roared in pain, his facial expression was completely hideous, chaotic starlight flickered on his body, and a mysterious and dreamy nebula appeared on his forehead.

Then a grey light appeared in the chaotic flickering star army, and within the light there were faint human faces expressing joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. This was the manifestation of the illusionist's spiritual power.

The nebula mark on his forehead was also stained with a gray glow, and the nebula gradually twisted into a face that was a mixture of crying and laughing.

The thin divine power of the sun was suppressed inside the body.

This lasted for more than ten minutes, the starlight gradually dimmed, and the magician's nebula mark gradually transformed into a smiling face with a mixture of bitterness and laughter.

He has been invaded by evil forces, and if this continues, the Night Walker character card will be transformed into the Illusionist character card.

The president watched in silence as Zhang Yuanqing gradually lost consciousness. His heart was filled with hatred and negative emotions. Just as he was about to transform into an illusionist, the sound of chanting Buddhist mantras suddenly rang out in his dark heart.

"Life and death, endless reincarnation, light and darkness, interweaving the heart of all things. Only by bearing the yin and embracing the yang can one be on the right path. After experiencing darkness, one should turn to the light. Remember, remember! Amitabha!..."

The voice was gentle and low, yet it was like a morning bell or a dusk drum, deafening.

This voice was like a ray of light in the darkness, illuminating the truth and goodness in Zhang Guangyuanqing's nature. The surging negative emotions quickly calmed down and he returned to rationality.

The facial mark on Zhang Yuanqing's forehead faded, and the gray energy on his body's surface returned to his heart.

"Master Wu Yihen." Zhang Yuanqing whispered to himself, tears streaming down his face.

At this time, the president's applause rang in my ears again: "Congratulations, the integration is successful."

Zhang Yuanqing looked down and saw that the substance in his chest had turned dark brown. The black substance became solidified and dull, and lost its vitality.

"Success!" Zhang Yuanqing lay down on the bed, gasping for breath as if exhausted, while feeling the power of the illusionist profession as if it was imprinted in his genes.

First of all, he possessed all the skills from Illusionist to Dream Master, becoming a true dual-professional walker, combining the skills of the two top professions, Illusionist and Night Walker.

Secondly, he obtained one of the privileges of the Heart Phantom God. Modifying the spiritual realm ID and transforming is the core trick of the illusionist. It can change the appearance, figure, and breath. It is difficult to see through the scouts' insight, and only the astrology of the star officials can restrain it.

When this ability reaches the demigod stage, it directly becomes the authority to "modify the spiritual realm ID".

Currently, he can only modify his own spiritual realm ID, and this function seems a bit useless.

But Zhang Yuanqing is very clear that the authority is still in the sealed stage, and the authority will be gradually strengthened as the seal loosens.

Zhang Yuanqing had a vague feeling that within half a month, this authority would be completely restored.

It is worth looking forward to what specific functions it has.

It is worth mentioning that the seal of the heart is dissipating all the time, and as it revive, the erosion of evil forces will become more serious.

Zhang Yuanqing must become the Lord of the Sun within 180 days and suppress the phantom item, or find a way to take it out before the seal is lifted.

Otherwise, you will become a fallen night wanderer like Lingtuo.

"You really have potential. I have always had a good eye," the president said in a relaxed tone. "Illusionary items are reviving all the time. You must become a Daytime God in the killing copy at the end of the year. Otherwise, before 180 days have passed, it will completely invade your character card and turn you into an illusionist." After saying that, he raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and disappeared in the room.

Zhang Yuanqing took off his bloodstained clothes, opened the closet, and went into the bathroom to wash himself. It was already late at night, and his aunt and grandparents were all asleep.

He rinsed his mouth first and then returned to the room. He called Guan Ya and Fu Qingyang to report his safety, and then told Fu Qingyang everything about the fusion of the Phantom God's Heart, the investments made by the Beauty God Association and the Merchants Guild.

"For you, the appearance of this item is just right. You can disguise yourself as an illusionist overseas. With the illusionist's slippery and treacherous nature, you can retreat calmly even if you offend the master. But you have so many damn causes and effects." Young Master Qian cursed unprecedentedly.

It is not easy to resurrect him once. The Mother Goddess's womb can only be used once. This is the rule.

If Yuanshi dies again, even the gods can do nothing.

Mr. Qian is a little tired.

"You're tired of me so quickly, so the love has disappeared, right?" Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart, and said tactfully, "Don't worry, boss, I will be very low-key and will never cause trouble overseas."

"Well, it's not bad for you to go and cause trouble in the first district." Fu Qingyang asked, "When are you leaving? The funds are ready, 30 million federal coins. It's not much, so spend it sparingly. If it's not enough, come back to me."

If converted into Chinese currency, it would be two small goals. Zhang Yuanqing bowed and said, "Thank you, sir. We will set off in three days."

After the call ended, Zhang Yuanqing lay in bed, thinking about the preparations before going abroad. There was no need to explain to his grandparents. In the minds of his family, Yuanzi had become a gigolo who ate and slept with rich girlfriends and didn't want to go home.

He originally wanted to take his whole family abroad, but then he thought that Yuanshi Tianzun had already returned to the spiritual realm, and no one would persist in investigating the identity of a dead person.

Therefore, it is better for my grandparents and their family to stay still than to move. As for the Five Elements Alliance and Taiyi Sect, since the fact of resurrection from the dead cannot be revealed, there is no need for them to say goodbye.

"Well, we have to take back the props given to the gang members. I'm not dead, so the inheritance donation is considered invalid. It's reasonable. Gang members can't betray each other, but we still have to borrow the Knight Badge from the boss as an extra layer of insurance."

Zhang Yuanqing did it as soon as he thought of it. He opened the gang interface and selected the "Black Sect Mechanical City" copy, and then selected all the saints except Asano Ryo.

In a warm-colored female bedroom in an apartment building in Beijing, Sun Miaomiao curled up on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

She had been depressed ever since Yuanshi Tianzun returned to the spiritual realm, and she had lost interest even in her favorite typing.

She sleeps less than three hours a day. Her grandfather said it was a mental illness. The mental trauma could not be cured by medicine, so she asked the organization to apply for an illusionist to heal her emotional trauma.

But Sun Miaomiao didn't want to do this. She didn't want to erase the trauma brought about by Yuanshi Tianzun's return to the spiritual realm in this way. Isn't this a betrayal?

At this time, a spiritual reminder sound came from my ear [The gang copy is opening]

[No. 2039, Mo Zong Mechanical City.]

[Difficulty level: B]

[Type: Multiplayer (Death)

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[The main quest has been completed. ]

[Note: Non-spiritual items are not allowed to be brought in] Sun Miaomiao suddenly jumped up from the **, dumbfounded.

In the office of the Chaoyang District Security Bureau, Emperor Zhao Cheng was working idly, dealing with the aftermath of the invasion of the capital by the military governor.

He is not as sentimental as Sun Senmiao. As a man who does not like to express emotions, he will bury his sadness and regrets in his heart, and take them out occasionally to savor and remember the old friends.

Most of the time he would not be dominated by emotions, but with the reminder sound of the Sound Spirit Realm, this man who was not good at expressing his emotions was stunned in the office.

The gang copy is being opened, Mo Zong Mechanical City, number: 039.

In Songhai, Xiahou Aotian, who was squatting on the toilet in his pajamas in the bathroom of the Mechanical Engineering Research Company, was suddenly stunned, and then showed an expression of disbelief:

"The gang's spiritual realm has been opened? Old man, old man, what's going on?"

"How should I know? Didn't you say that the gang copy can only be opened by the gang leader..." Xiahou Aotian was stunned. A crazy guess popped up in his mind, and this guess made him feel like an electric current running through his body.

The old man in the ring was silent for a moment, and reminded, "Don't worry about why the gang copy is opened. Are you sure you want to enter the spirit realm in your current state?"

In this situation, Xiahou Aotian's face changed suddenly and he pulled out the roll of paper at the fastest speed in his life.

Huadu.

In the bedroom of a high-end residence, Brother Hongji, who was lying on his girlfriend and working hard to open the capital, venting his depressed mood for the past few days, suddenly froze. The woman under him saw that he stopped, but did not inject energy. She opened her eyes and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Brother Red Chicken jumped up and rushed out of the cave like an angry dragon, searching everywhere for "Wait a minute, where's my **, where's my **?"

Crab City, In the insomnia of the rental house, Xiaoyuan heard the reminder sound of the spiritual realm. She stood up suddenly, staring blankly at the red square in front of her, her breathing became more and more rapid, and she recalled the words of the mysterious man in her ears:

"Just wait at home, there will be good news soon!"

She seemed to have a premonition of something, and her eyes were instantly moist: "Yuanshi."

Songhai.

In the bedroom with the curtains closed, the sleeping Tianxia Guihuo suddenly opened his eyes, and his face, which had been calm and composed until now, was filled with astonishment and shock.

A fair-skinned and graceful woman was nestled beside him. As a mature man with power, he naturally could not be single. Tianxia Guihuo woke up instantly, looked at the time and realized that he did not have enough time to put on his clothes after the gang copy was opened. Without any hesitation, he pushed the woman off the bed, grabbed the corner of the quilt, rolled over, and wrapped himself up.

Mo Zong Mechanical City.

The sky was clear and the clouds were frozen in place like cotton candy.

Zhang Yuanqing stood on a narrow path. In front of him was a dense forest, in the distance were vast mountains that undulated like dragons, and behind him was a field covered with undulating green grass dotted with colorful wild flowers.

After a moment of silent waiting, he saw the gang members who had returned from the dead appear in his field of vision one by one.