At the beginning of the game, I can manifest fantasy objects

Chapter 137 Entering the Purple Mountain

Mirror world, above the city.

Zhang Jingming looked at the piles of items in front of him, couldn't help but smile and nodded with satisfaction.

First of all, it is a mountain-like source, blooming with various divine clouds, radiant, full of spiritual energy, and confusing people.

The second pile is a piece of weapons and secret treasures, which are shining brightly. They are all sacrificed by the powerful in the secret realm of the Tao Palace. There are also a few more powerful ones, such as the Demon Map and the Lihuo Divine Furnace.

Finally, there are rare elixirs and precious materials, as well as many magical materials.

Zhang Jingming stretched out his hand and flicked it gently, and all the items fell into all directions and were put away in categories.

Then, he took a step forward and returned to the familiar three-bedroom apartment, lying comfortably on the sofa, his eyes moving to another place.

……

"Brother Ding, do you really want to enter Zishan?"

Mr. Zhang Wu had already understood the thoughts of the young man in front of him. He knew that the other man had made up his mind, and he could not stop him no matter what.

"You wait."

The old man sighed, thinking that the other party had helped the village a lot, so he turned and walked into the stone house. Soon, a rustling sound came out.

After a while, Mr. Zhang Wu laboriously moved out a large yellow wooden box. It was very old and it was obvious at first glance that it was an ancient relic.

"what is this?"

Although he already knew what was in the wooden box in advance, the paper man incarnation of Ding Peng still pretended not to know, with a puzzled look on his face.

"More than a thousand years ago, my ancestor of the Zhang family made careful preparations before entering Zishan. These things were left behind by him..."

As Mr. Zhang Wu spoke, he squatted down, pushed open the rusty iron lock, and opened the large wooden box.

click!

I don't know how many years have passed, but the inside of the big wooden box has become somewhat rotten, and a smell of rotten wood can be heard coming from it.

"A stone coat?"

A piece of stone clothing in the wooden box was revealed again, and the paper man's face showed just the right amount of confusion.

Yes, this is a stone garment made up of thin stone pieces strung together. It is simple and neatly folded.

"This was made by my ancestor of the Zhang family more than a thousand years ago. He made two of them and wore one when he entered Zishan. This one has been passed down."

Mr. Zhang Wu carefully took out the stone clothes and rubbed them with his hands, with a look of nostalgia on his face.

This set of armor made of stone flakes is very finely crafted, and it seems obvious that the ancestors have put a lot of effort into it.

There is also a helmet in the big wooden box. When worn, it can cover the face and only expose the eyes. It is also carved from stone and matches the stone clothing.

This set of stone armor is not rough at all, but is very delicate, like a work of art.

"Don't underestimate these stone clothes and stone helmets. They are not ordinary objects. They are made of the stone skin of the divine source. They have powerful and strange spirituality. They can help you cover up all the breath in your body, isolate you from the outside world, and can avoid Open something that is not clean..."

Mr. Zhang Wu handed the stone coat and stone helmet to the young man in front of him, and gave detailed instructions, explaining the key points.

According to Zhang Wuye, these stone skins were peeled off from the divine source, coexisted with the divine source, and were contaminated with its spirituality. They already have gods. Although they are not very strong, they can attract good luck and avoid evil. "Purple Mountain is dangerous, so be careful. Brother Ding, actually I still say the same thing, I really don't want you to take risks."

Zhang Wuye also took out a stone pendant, a stone knife, and an astrolabe. They were all carved from the old leather of Shenyuan. There was nothing special about them, but they contained spirituality.

"Old man, don't worry, I am sensible. If possible, I will bring out the "Book of Origin" and return it to its original owner."

The paper man incarnation of Ding Peng put away the stone clothes, stone helmet, stone pendant, stone knife, and stone astrolabe. After saying goodbye to Mr. Zhang Wu, he left the small stone village alone and disappeared in the wind and sand.

……

"Brother, this place is so desolate! It's all sand."

A little girl who looked to be no more than three or four years old had a wrinkled nose, big eyes, and was muttering softly.

The little girl was born fair, tender and cute, with big clear eyes. She was wearing a set of beautiful clothes and her face was innocent, just like a porcelain doll.

At this moment, she was being held in the arms of a young man. The young man took one step at a time and hurried towards the purple stone mountain at the end of the sky that looked like a giant sword reaching the sky.

The young man looks to be around eighteen or nineteen years old, with handsome features, and the power of space follows him when he walks. He can cover dozens or hundreds of miles with one step, and his big sleeves flutter like an immortal.

"Nanny, because we have already arrived in the Northern Territory."

Zhang Jingming's mind was projected onto this incarnation, he reached out and rubbed the little girl's head, and said softly.

With the feelings cultivated during this period and the mastery of the power of space, it would not be difficult for him to bring the little girl from the Southern Territory to the Northern Territory.

The purple mountain, which is thousands of meters high, stands on the earth and is defended by nine mountains. It is a rare situation - nine dragons guarding a bead, which is the most mysterious change in the world.

Two figures, one large and one small, approached quickly. They saw towering mountains and majestic momentum, like a dragon lying in front of them.

The nine tall stone ridges are all bare, reddish-brown, without vegetation, and tinged with purple, similar to the purple stone mountain.

According to Zhang Wuye, these nine mountains that look like dragon veins have been hollowed out by predecessors a long time ago. There are dragon roads underground that can lead directly to Zishan.

With his powerful spiritual consciousness and patient search, Zhang Jingming soon discovered an ancient mine. This is where Zhang Wuye's ancestor entered Zishan more than a thousand years ago.

"Nanny, come on, put it on."

Zhang Jingming put down the little girl in his arms, took out the stone clothes, stone helmet, stone pendant, stone knife, and stone astrolabe one by one, intending to put it on the little girl.

After all, his current body is just an incarnation, and losing a few is nothing. He can summon a large number of incarnations like this at any time.

"Brother, please put it on, I don't need this."

When the little girl saw these stone products, her big eyes were bright and she spoke with a sweet voice.

Zhang Jingming did not put it off. In today's world, there are only a handful of places where little girls can be truly harmed.

He quickly put on the stone clothes and the stone helmet, leaving only his two eyes exposed. He suddenly felt airtight, and the aura around him was sealed by the divine source stone clothes, preventing any trace of it from leaking out.

Zhang Jingming held the stone knife, hung the stone pendant, carried the little girl on his back, let her hold the astrolabe, and silently floated down into the ancient mine, like a light butterfly.

It wasn't until they fell a full 3000 meters deep that the two slowly landed and reached the bottom of this ancient mine.

(End of this chapter)