Chapter 678

Lu Zhengkang smashed the heads of two living corpses, and their evil spirits turned into salt and flew out into his body, which made him feel relieved. He was afraid that these evil spirits would not die. If they did not die, these corpses would not have so-called fatal injuries. In that case, he would have to break all the dead bodies' hands and feet, and his head would not be attacked

Lu Zhengkang didn't hesitate to damage the remains of the dead. He knows that these people are just data in the game. Although they may have free will, just like real people, in his opinion, these intelligent creatures are not his human compatriots, and his selfless love is not so broad. If these data bodies in the game can be used by him, he will crush them mercilessly. If they will hinder his way, he would like to crush them into molecules.

Calculate the time. Not long ago, he was the flying face Pope in the game. This church swept through the four universe clusters in the third world, crushed the major gods, and spread its influence all over the deep space of the universe. Otherwise, it would not be possible to gather our citizens so quickly, making the number of dead people under one million, and billions of people distributed in the extremely vast multiverse, the sea Looking for a needle is not enough to describe. Most of the 800000 people who died were caused by some accidents, including the Revenge of the game aborigines, and the collapse of some areas caused by their own vicious bug. In fact, the flying face religion is connected with almost all citizens.

The belief of flying face God was very popular for a time. However, with the retreat of Lu Zhengkang and others, the rule of flying face religion had a huge shock in the game. The game customs directly wiped out the vast majority of life, and the influence of flying face religion almost disappeared. During the time when the universe was destroyed and the nameless Island emerged, the rest of the belief gradually flourished.

The most important thing is that the noodle sect, which was born out of Religious Science and technology, has always been indifferent to the love of this world. The kingdom of God is broken, and the remaining believers continue to die. Slowly, the flying noodle sect has completely disappeared in the depth of time.

Lu Zhengkang still yearns for the days when he slaughtered everywhere with his Star Destroyer. To be exact, he is not particularly happy for this kind of killing. He also has empathy. It will be hard for human beings to die in front of him, but he just enjoys the feeling of taking the initiative.

He has only a small hammer in his hand now. How he wishes he could take a Gatling and turn around here to spend a time with these suffering people.

Lu Zhengkang recalled the scene when he and Su Xiangli dressed up as the characters of Giselle in Wuyang district at night. Countless people chanted the Heart Sutra of Gatling Bodhisattva. Their joy was like the water curtain. Lu Zhengkang lost his mind when he thought about it.

He lost his mind more and more seriously, but his killing posture became more and more wild. The one handed hammer is like his second forearm, and the palm is the second elbow joint. Every time it is thrown out, it is like a whip, or a swing fist. When a corpse comes, there is a dull sound of bone fracture, and a group of them is like setting off firecrackers.

Lu Zhengkang still holds a triangular kite shield in his left hand. He has sharpened the tip of the shield for a long time. Now he is used to dissect the body and cut the brain like a knife. If any hard bone is still standing, he will pierce it through his rotten belly with a shield. It's easy to break the spine directly or tear the whole chest and abdomen vertically.

The living corpses often have to die more than ten to add some scratches and bites to Lu Zhengkang when he has no time for him.

"Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha!" Lu Zhengkang burst out laughing.

The world in front of him is directly separated. His memory now returns to his childhood. A living corpse in front of him seems to have become his friends. Lu Zhengkang is surrounded by the crowd, and he is the focus of attention.

What a beautiful past, Lu Zhengkang has always been excellent in this life, so it can not cultivate his incomparable self-confidence.

The world is like a tide. Lu Zhengkang moves forward slowly, chats with his friends, and tells humorous jokes. But in fact, he just breaks the neck bone of another Su Sheng's dead man. One after another, the black spirits turn into dead salt and gather on Lu Zhengkang.

The two antlers on his forehead elongated rapidly, like the branches of a sapling. From the simple stalk, they slowly expanded into complicated branches. The bone was white, but the golden slurry flowed inside. It was like liquid light, which would gather at the end of the antlers, just like the core of a candle, which could be lit. But the light was not strong or strong after all. It was still hidden in the corner.

In this dark world of salt, even the nameless God is pursuing candlelight.

After all, Lu Zhengkang is a real man. There is light in his soul. I don't know when Lu Zhengkang can light the candle.

Under the awe of his beautiful, solemn and solemn foreign minister, the movements of the living corpses were stiff, and their souls almost ran out of their skins, begging for salvation to take care of them.

Lu Zhengkang's actions are still vicious. Every time he kills one, he has more salt. The more living salt transformed, the stronger the body, and the more assimilated the island. Salt is like dust and soul is like a lamp. The thicker the dust is, the darker the light is. Lu Zhengkang, a salt descendant who can't be upgraded, can make the light in his soul clearer.

The evil spirits are about to be killed. The multi-faceted meatballs emit a terrifying low sound. Under the strong purple light, they diffuse in the ground. The fog in the eight connected mines gather together to form a ghost head. Then they disperse into the fog again and rush into the shell of the meatballs, and it squirms violently.Lu Zhengkang felt a strong cold wind in his wonderful illusion. He shivered and regained his mind. However, he saw a shriveled head with a broken jaw in front of him grinning at him.

He stood up silently from the dead. The fog in the mine had cleared away, and the blue ore radiation made it as bright as day. Lu Zhengkang saw the oppressive roars coming from the pit where the multi-faceted meatballs were. He walked slowly there.

All of a sudden, a black, twisted giant arm sprang out, a palm toward the deer Zhengkang wave, like a fly.

Lu Zhengkang jumped up and raised his shield to block the huge four fingered palm. He moved rapidly in the air with his movement in the palm. He was about to be thrown out. If he was hit on the wall of the cave, he would definitely have broken his tendon and could not get up again.

Lu Zhengkang is experienced in dealing with this kind of giant monster with clumsy orders. He holds the handle of the hammer upside down and stabs it into the palm of his hand to fix himself.

He glanced into the pit in mid air. In the blue light, at the bottom of the water hole, huge arms grew on the top of the multi-faceted meatball, as if it were born on the ground. The whole meatball shrunk up. The bright purple muscle now had a dark purple color, like a broken egg.