[Congratulations to the host, you have killed 18,000 zombies and received an additional reward of 10,000 points. 】
【……】
[Congratulations to the host, a total of 19,000 zombies have been killed...]
【……】
[Congratulations to the host, you have killed a total of 20,000 zombies...]
【……】
Chopsticks whizzed.
The zombie fell to the ground.
The system prompt sounds.
Over the next period of time, this became an almost mechanized process.
But Lin Mo didn't feel boring at all. Instead, he felt more relaxed than ever before.
Because along with this process came his skyrocketing points.
However, after a few more minutes.
He jumped off the roof decisively and put away all the searchlights.
It had been 20 minutes since he had been using "Sword Controlling" continuously, and more than half of his energy had been consumed. In order to prevent an unexpected situation from happening and there was no energy available, he had to evacuate now.
The chopsticks whizzed and continued to clean up the approaching zombies.
Lin Mo quickly opened the rear hatch and called Du Xiaomeng out, then put away the command vehicle and began to break out of the square.
"Shuashua——"
The chopsticks swiped left and right in front of me.
All the zombies blocking the road fell to the ground instantly.
In a moment, Lin Mo left the square with Du Xiaomeng and rushed into a nearby high-rise building.
There are also some zombies in this building, but they are no hindrance to Lin Mo.
Soon, Lin Mo took Du Xiaomeng to the rooftop.
After locking the fire door leading to the rooftop, he took out the emergency command vehicle again and entered the back cabin with Du Xiaomeng.
The cabin was bright.
This is much more comfortable than staying in a dark building.
Dinner was solved with two boxes of self-heating rice.
Du Xiaomeng continued to sit under the lamp and read the storybook, while Lin Mo opened the system panel:
[God-level prophet system]
The only host: Lin Mo.
Intelligence: 108 (+) (normal adult intelligence is between 90-110)
Strength: 580 (+) (normal adult average is 100)
Stamina: 580 (+)
Agility: 580 (+)
Spirit: 500/500 (+)
Race: Descendants of Yan and Huang (ordinary).
Special talents: None.
Title: Zombie Slayer.
Skills: Basic Immortal Cultivation Techniques (Fifth Level of Qi Refining Stage), Medical Skills (Advanced), Special Vehicle Control (Elementary), Free Fighting (Elementary), and Marksmanship (Elementary).
Props: Type 92 pistol (unlimited bullets), Dodge Tomahawk.
Points: 161045.
…
"160,000!"
Lin Mo's eyes lit up slightly, and a bright smile appeared on his face.
After buying [Dodge Tomahawk] and [Special Vehicle Control (Beginner)], his points should be 6895.
In other words, he earned a total of more than 154,000 points tonight.
The total time he spent killing zombies this time was just over an hour.
This efficiency is really so high! !
Then he opened the props category in the system mall and started searching for flying swords.
Tonight's experience made him realize that he should prepare a flying sword as soon as possible.
First, the 92 pistol with unlimited bullets can no longer keep up with his needs. He really needs a more powerful weapon.
Second, flying swords can make his "Sword Controlling" more efficient.
He used chopsticks as 'flying swords', and the efficiency in killing zombies was so terrifying. So how effective would it be if he replaced it with a real flying sword? ?
Third, the flying sword can make his "Sword Controlling Skill" last longer, which can be regarded as improving his strength in disguise.
Soon, Lin Mo found a suitable target.
[Congratulations to the host, you spent 100,000 points to purchase the 'low-grade magic weapon White Frost Sword'. 】
The system prompt sounds.
Lin Mo had a thought.
A small white sword, only palm-long and made of gold or jade, appeared in the palm of his hand.
Then he sat cross-legged and started to refine the sword according to the knowledge of cultivating immortals in his mind.
Following his movements, the small sword in his palm immediately trembled slightly.
About twenty minutes later.
"Uh-huh!"
The small sword suddenly rose into the air, quickly circled around him twice, and then disappeared into his Dantian like a stream of light.
Lin Mo showed a smile on his lips and slowly opened his eyes.
Then something moved in his mind.
"Uh-huh!"
The white frost sword flew out from his dantian in an instant and floated in front of him.
Looking at the small sword, Lin Mo could clearly feel that there seemed to be some strange connection between him and the sword.
It felt like the sword had become an extension of his consciousness, and it seemed like it had become a blood-connected part of his body.
This was a feeling he had never experienced with disposable chopsticks before.
Suddenly, he was so happy that he silently said in his heart: "Big!"
"Shua——"
The hoarfrost sword in front of him was like an inflated balloon, instantly turning into a three-foot long sword.
The white long sword, which looks like gold and jade, seems to be covered with a layer of white frost under the light, making it look particularly beautiful.
Lin Mo slowly reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword.
For a moment.
The feeling of blood connection became even stronger.
At the same time, a warm touch came from the palm of his hand, as if he was holding a piece of warm jade.
Then Lin Mo's expression changed and he took out a saber from the system space.
He got this from Li Jianmin, and since he had no chance to use it, it has been gathering dust in his system space.
He holds a saber in his left hand and a hoarfrost sword in his right hand.
He exerted a slight force and knocked the two together.
"Ding!"
A crisp sound.
The saber in his left hand was instantly broken into two pieces. The fracture was as smooth as a mirror without a trace of burrs.
"As expected of the world of immortality!"
A smile appeared on Lin Mo's lips.
You know, sabers are famous for their hardness.
But this saber was as fragile as paper in front of the White Frost Sword.
One can imagine how sharp the White Frost Sword is!
Satisfied, Lin Mo put the White Frost Sword into his dantian and turned his eyes to Du Xiaomeng.
Then he saw the little girl staring at him with big eyes and shock on her face, as if she had seen something incredible.
In fact, Du Xiaomeng was really shocked at this time.
She saw the white frost sword entering Lin Mo's dantian just now, and then she also saw the white frost sword rushing out of the dantian and the enlarged picture.
Then, the little girl was immediately stunned.
Because she had only seen this kind of scene in Xianxia TV series before.
"Mengmeng?" Seeing that the little girl was still in a daze, Lin Mo called out softly.
Du Xiaomeng came back to her senses and looked at Lin Mo with excitement: "Uncle Lin Mo, are you the kind of fairy you play on TV?"
"Of course not!" Lin Mo smiled and shook his head: "Uncle is far worse than the gods on TV."
Although he is very powerful now, in the world of cultivating immortals, he is at best a rookie who has just stepped into the threshold of cultivating immortals.
"But I feel that you are much more powerful than those gods on TV!" Du Xiaomeng said with admiration.
"Why?" Lin Mo asked.
"Because the gods on TV are all fake, but Uncle Lin Mo, you are real!" Du Xiaomeng blinked and said seriously.
"Haha..." Lin Mo couldn't help laughing: "In this case, it seems that I am more powerful."
