Feng Xue is aware that Omen has "instinct" similar to that of a beast, and in addition to instinct, it also has certain tendencies based on its own "type".
This tendency is somewhat similar to the fallen gods who were contaminated by the poison of faith in the previous time travels. Simply put, "what they are rumored to be like, they will become like that."
For example, it is generally believed that undead creatures hate the living, so the undead type of bad omen will have strong hostility towards the living; another example is that it is generally believed that dragons like treasures, then the dragon type of bad omen will see high-value items. Bring it back to the nest, even if they themselves don't understand the value.
But pretending to be dead is different because it involves "initiative" and "choice."
Although the dragons of bad omen will bring back the treasures they see, they will not actively look for treasures like hunting. This is the so-called initiative.
Bad omens themselves lack initiative and the ability to choose. This is what Lao Li mentioned when explaining the characteristics of bad omens to him.
But now, when faced with a fatal injury, this bad omen did not follow his instinct like a wild beast and fight to the death or surrender, nor did he run away immediately. Instead, he chose to bet his hope of survival on "pretending to be dead". This seems a bit strange. Something strange.
If it weren't for the mosaic sphere on its head, he would have even doubted whether this thing was really a bad omen, or a garbage mountain resident disguised as a bad omen to attack outsiders.
Retaining great vigilance, Feng Xue held the hem of the cloak with her left hand, and circled around the mud-like monster under her feet. She picked up the suffocating blade and the indescribable rod-shaped object again. After thinking carefully, she still didn't come closer. In the end, hunting bad omens to obtain phantom objects is not the main channel for him. Compared with risking to kill this thing, the benefits of picking up more garbage will be greater.
She looked at the red-headed crowbar with some disgust. Although there was no trace of dirt due to the characteristics of the phantom, Feng Xue felt that she might not have the courage to hide this thing in her mouth in a short time.
"Anyway, I probably won't have a chance to go to the real world recently." Feng Xue put the indescribable rod-shaped object into his sleeve, reinstalled the suffocation blade, and then took off the filter.
Just now, when he was fighting that "mud pretty girl", he discovered a somewhat scary problem——
As the saying goes, the setting is too great. The effect of this filter is not just to change the target in Feng Xue's eyes into a female image. It is not an illusion, but a practical "rewriting of cognition." Perhaps in other worldviews, Rewriting cognition and creating illusions are equivalent, but in the worldview of Infinite City, cognition is equal to reality.
At the beginning, the meaning of this filter to Feng Xue was just to disintegrate the buff starter of the Holy Mother, but now, as he began to practice martial arts, this filter has taken on a more terrifying improvement:
It can treat all non-human things as "human beings".
In other words, "anti-personnel martial arts" such as joint techniques can be used against any enemy when equipped with a filter.
However, this advantage also poses a problem for Feng Xue, that is, if Feng Xue gets used to this fighting method, he will undoubtedly increase his dependence on filters. Without filters, his combat effectiveness is likely to be reduced. It will be greatly reduced, and even if you encounter a holder with an ability that conflicts with the filter ability, you will fall into a huge passivity.
In order to avoid this terrible future of being unable to fight without relying on filters, Feng Xue decided to carefully consider his regular fighting methods in the future.
In the process of transcribing books of peerless martial arts, the quality of Bu Tiange, who is constantly being "searched for chapters and excerpts", continues to improve. I believe that it is not difficult to become a peerless martial artist.
Basic swordsmanship allowed him to acquire the most basic combat literacy, instead of just relying on his internal strength to vent his brute force.
The Fifteen Deadly Swords are a peerless martial art that can grow through killing, and is most suitable for practicing in Infinite City.
In addition, there is the Sunflower Acupuncture Hand, which after being mastered, can not only touch acupuncture points remotely, but also a conceptual strong control that can even touch non-human beings. Although its own displacement ability is slightly poor, it has the short cd teleportation skill of the Phantom of the Opera suit. Reinforcement and configuration can be said to be quite complete.
So before becoming a ghost story, what do you still lack?
Feng Xue was thinking about this problem as he walked. The result was obvious. He lacked the ability to attack in groups.
"It would be good if we could find Ten Thousand Swords Guizong or Mo Ke Wuliang, but the former requires self-destruction of martial arts, and the latter has strict requirements for fate..."
Feng Xue just thought about it and gave up the idea of seeking answers from [Peerless Martial Arts]. In the final analysis, martial arts is just "martial arts" and needs to be practiced. He has just started to learn Sunflower Acupuncture and Thirteen Deadly Swords. , even if he really developed an AOE martial arts, he wouldn't have the energy to practice it.
"It would be best if we could directly combine a secret book of the magic system, but considering the synthesis probability of the golden finger... Then go to the auction house to see if there are any magic weapons with range attacks..."
Feng Xue secretly muttered in her heart, and used a crowbar to dig out a palm-sized box from the garbage pile. She opened it and took a look. After finding that there was nothing else inside, she melted it on the spot.
In fact, Feng Xue had other ideas about magic, and that was the [Devil] label on him.
As a demon, it makes sense to know some magic, right?
But Feng Xue was very surprised that this tag could still supply [Consciousness] stably now. It was a bit unrealistic to expect it to continue to strengthen.
"Well, by the way, next time I go out, I can also expand the devil label, for example, deliberately showing some magical abilities to make people think of magic devils... Speaking of which, Holm mentioned that there are organized sales before." The right of way through the door, and I will ask about it when I go back later. Now that I have the 'Eloding and Disappearing' skill, I don't have to worry about being targeted by dozens of guns anymore."
Thinking of this, Feng Xue was full of energy and swung the crowbar harder and harder.
This is not only because there is a new goal, but also because an interesting element emerges in Goldfinger's vision——
【divine punishment】.
Feng Xue is not very clear about what kind of items carry this special element.
"An artifact with a disciplinary function? A super mecha named after a god? Or a certain Yu-Gi-Oh Card?" Feng Xue waved the crowbar vigorously and kept pulling out the garbage. That is to say, there was too much garbage in front of her. Broken into pieces, there are many cans, paper balls and the like. If hundreds of thousands of towers are smashed in, a larger pit will probably be melted. Otherwise, Feng Xue can just use the golden finger to smelt it, which should be much easier.
However, after frantic digging, Feng Xue finally found the target where the element belonged -
It was an ordinary-looking two-handed sword. Most of it was stuck in the garbage at this time, and only a small section of the blade and the dusty hilt were exposed. Before, a small section of the hilt was exposed. Feng Xue's golden finger captured it, and at this time, when the surrounding garbage was dug up, Feng Xue was finally able to confirm that the label of [God's Punishment] did belong to this sword.
Name: Sword of Divine Punishment
Elements: [Divine Punishment], [Sword], [Weapon]
"The Sword of Divine Punishment? Does it refer to the sword that the gods use to cast divine punishment, or does the owner of the sword suffer divine punishment?" Feng Xue stretched out her hand and tugged, and found that the thing seemed to be fixed firmly. After thinking for a while, she removed the golden finger. His aim was aimed at the hilt of the sword——
It doesn't matter if you can't pull it out, it just melts.
Although there is still a bit of recurrence, the fever has finally subsided. I will write a little if I can. If the update stops again, don’t worry, it may be another recurrence.
Also, I called in sick and a bunch of people were saying in the book review section what was wrong with the eunuch? The worst part is that there are still rumors that I am dead? What is this? Considered a person?
You've never been sick, right? Do you feel that even if I am lying in bed and my brain is burning and I can’t understand clearly, I still have to turn on the computer to carefully soothe your fragile mind?
I'm not feeling well right now, and I'm too lazy to beat around the bush. If there's any offense... you'd better go over the internet cable and come to the hospital to beat me!
(End of chapter)
