It’s actually Xiao Aijiu!
One of the many Holy Sons in the Huntian Realm, the Holy Land of Cangtian, whose strength can be ranked among the top ten among the Holy Sons.
Four years ago, Xiao Aijiu followed the elders of the Holy Land to the Fortress of Sighs in the Fallen Immortal Realm to participate in the Qiyao Arena. He thought he was just stepping on the mud to show off the majesty of the Holy Land.
But he never expected that he would lose, and he would lose miserably at the hands of a woman named Wang Baoer.
At this point, his reputation in the Holy Land plummeted. Every time he saw someone whispering to each other, it seemed as if they were secretly laughing at him, which made him feel depressed and could not leave the house for a while.
If it weren't for the powerful family power, he would have been deposed as the Holy Son under the turbulent public opinion. He knew in his heart that this was a secret plot by his sworn enemy who wanted to laugh at him.
Feixiandongtian, Wang Baoer!
Hum, everything I lost must be taken back from you!
Xiao Aijiu's eyes were indifferent, and he looked around. Seeing everyone's respectful attitude towards him, he felt a little more comfortable.
Hiding his real name and adjusting his appearance, no one knew his true identity. It was much more comfortable to stay in the virtual world, unlike in the Holy Land, where everyone seemed to look at him with a hint of amusement.
"Everyone, you must have heard that I am currently trying to reach the seven-star guard position, and I need a Nightmare Level S rating."
"Please give me a helping hand!"
"I won't take any of this harvest, and will give it all to you. In addition, I will give you great gifts in the material world!"
Xiao Aijiu spoke sincerely and changed his attitude towards the members. It was as if all kinds of experiences had made him mature.
"Captain, we will do our best!"
Everyone looked at each other and bowed their hands. They were not fools. They were all masters who would not let go of the rabbit before they saw the rabbit. Their interests came first and they would not take anything for nothing. Moreover, the group leader's authority has been promoted, which will be of great benefit to the entire adventure group, and he can also benefit from it.
Guarding, from low to high, is divided into one to nine stars.
In addition, there are higher beings above the guards. The status of each level is very different and has special titles.
"Guarded by stars 1 to 9, Red Moon, Blue Moon, Purple Moon, Chiwu, Xihe, Jinzheng, multidimensional world lord, dimension controller, and superdimensional time and space master. 』
This is not just the word "name", it involves authority and status. Extra-dimensional time and space are common to the material world. It is recognized by the Nine Clans Alliance. The [Supreme Council] sets the promotion rules and archives them. It is the endless life of the infinite continent. , a rights system recognized by all.
Fame and fortune are inseparable. Having rights is equivalent to having inexhaustible glory and wealth!
For a rich and powerful Holy Son of the Holy Land like Xiao Aijiu, if he wants to be promoted to a title, he has to work hard and do it himself. You can imagine how high the gold content is.
"very good."
Xiao Ai's nine big hands waved, and the conscious body rose into the air, showing a high-spirited attitude, and the majesty of the Holy Son was undoubtedly revealed.
"Everyone listens to the order, find the son of trial, kill him, and seize the identity of trialer!"
"As you command——"
The dull sound echoed in the mountain col. Before the sound wave hit the ground, the figures of the Dead Leaf Adventure Group had disappeared.
Except for Yan Xing, the millions of trialists who entered the world of Yanyu were randomly selected. Therefore, the strength of these people was uneven, and the gap between strength and weakness was as big as clouds and mud.
After all, there is never a shortage of self-righteous luck in this world. They think that they are the children of destiny. Even if their strength is low, they can try their luck in the nightmare dungeon. What if their luck is developed?
There are not a few people who have this kind of mentality, which leads to confusion. Half of them are not strong enough to deal with the nightmare copy.
The adventurers who can "break in" with props are different.
Even if they have to pay a huge price to enter the dungeon world, they are all beings who have a clear understanding and confidence in their own strength. They often have a strong purpose, just like the Dead Leaf Adventure Group.
The props are scarce and precious, coupled with the large amount of consumption in four years, so there are not many forces that "randomly invade" this time. Together, there are less than 10,000 people, but their strength is stronger than the others. People dare not ignore them. They are a group of guys who pose the greatest threat to Yan Xing.
As long as anyone kills the trialist, he can replace the other person's trial identity and obtain the greatest benefits in the dungeon world. This is one of the rules, and it is also the reason why many trialists dare not easily choose nightmare level difficulty. the root cause.
Injury or even death in the virtual world will cause trauma to the monk's consciousness. Without special means to recover, he can only weaken for a long time and wait for natural healing. During this period, he cannot enter superdimensional time and space.
Re-condensing the "body of consciousness" requires paying a high price, and a large amount of resources are taken away by the virtual world.
This is the real world, and all actions will affect the material world. Therefore, it is better not to commit suicide if you can.
In four years, there were many nightmare trials, and in the face of this situation where everyone was the enemy, only two people survived to the end.
"Huh? These monsters seem to be able to lock my location."
On the top of a strange peak that was completely scarlet, as if poured out of blood, Yan Xing stood with his hands behind his back, looking around the vast land, with surprise flashing in his eyes.
He ran around here and there, and after several tests, he discovered a phenomenon. Although the negative creatures of different shapes behaved very chaotically and fought with each other at every turn, their surging trajectories were all faintly moving towards His position was close, and he changed his position several times, but he would eventually come towards him, with a very clear purpose.
"This is probably one of the hidden rules of the trial. The bracelet will continue to emit an imperceptible wave, but it is a guiding light for negative creatures, leaving the trialist with nowhere to escape and nowhere to hide!"
Yan Xing laughed dumbly. This move was really damaging. It made all the cleverness of the trialer useless. Want to sit back and watch the tigers fight and take advantage of millions of adventurers? All are unfeasible.
This is using cruel facts to tell the tester a truth——
The strong are respected, everything must be done with fists!
Strategy?
Non-living things are a bunch of brainless monsters. Talking about strategies to them is undoubtedly playing the piano to an ox.
"Not only that……"
Yan Xing narrowed his eyes slightly. With his electromagnetic force field, his range of perception is extremely far away, and he is not weak in the field of law. This is an advantage that other monks' conscious bodies cannot match.
He sensed that many adventurers were gathering, sneaking and hiding their traces. They observed the movements of negative creatures and adjusted their direction based on this.
Obviously, the goal of these people is also punishment.
They are all veterans and know the hidden rules of nightmare copies. Otherwise, in such a huge negative world, it would be really difficult to find a trialist who wants to hide.
"Haha, you're good to go, then bury all enemies here."
Yan Xing chuckled and shook his head. He was too lazy to run away and sat down cross-legged on the top of the mountain. He was going to destroy the world of Yanyu. No matter whether these people were his enemies or not, they would not be able to escape "death".
Ho ho ho!
Ouch——
After a long time, densely packed negative creatures twisted their bodies and approached the scarlet peak. At the moment when they approached the range of a thousand miles, they all froze, stopped fighting each other, looked at the small figure on the top of the mountain, raised their heads and roared filial piety, roaring in anger.
Hunting with murderous intent, the negative and evil thoughts of the seven emotions and six desires converged into a dark demonic shadow that covered the sky and the sun. Its shape was twisted and invisible, looking down at the world with a crazy posture.
"Son of Trial, I found you!"
Hidden in the dark, many monks lurked quietly, all staring at Yan Xing with fiery eyes.
No.
I caught you!
Yan Xing grinned, stood up suddenly, and with a terrifying aura filled with shocking murderous intent, he soared into the sky and killed the twisted demonic shadow.
Like the desolate wind cutting down the fallen leaves.
"Junior brother, is it really you?"
Wang Baoer's eyes were stunned, looking up at the majestic figure on the top of the mountain. Suddenly, the thoughts he had when they parted have turned into reality——
"When we meet next time, maybe even she will have to look up to Yan Xing. 』
