Ke Xiaoliang fired a shot, and what radiated outward was the seeds of chaos.
And in this chaotic process, the monks who can stand firm and save their places are the best.
Soon, all the 500 people on the Rainbow Bridge also learned that the internal beta quotas could be transferred.
At this time, everyone showed strange expressions.
Except that Li Xingzhou has been continuously persecuted, so he has developed a good habit of hiding himself.
Most of the winners of the internal test quota just placed their original bodies in caves or sects.
The goal is very clear.
In order to make it easier for people to target and locate these monks, Ke Xiaoliang even forced all 'internal beta players' to start a live broadcast.
During the live broadcast, most of their true identities cannot be concealed.
At this time, a storm had begun to sweep through.
As for the promotion in the new world, it seems to be still stagnant.
It is always in a disordered state that 'collapses' at any time. Strong and weak, profound and superficial, it seems difficult to give an intuitive definition.
All boundaries are blurred.
However... the time in this new world has not been accelerated. In other words, the flow rate of time in the new world is equivalent to that in the real world.
In this regard, it is a change from the previous settings.
Sometimes the acceleration of time is an advantage.
And sometimes, the parallelism of time is also an advantage.
There are all kinds of stars in the starry sky and universe. Most of the stars are generally regular or irregular spherical shapes, but a few exceptions have other characteristics.
For example, this planet.
It looks like a huge mountain standing in the void. It is black and has an unusually powerful sense of oppression. On the huge mountain, on every mountain col and ridge, there are several powerful... The aura was surging, and there were even groups of people passing by quickly in the void from time to time.
His sharp eyes constantly scanned the fellow travelers around him, completely turning the atmosphere tense.
On the main peak of Sankong Mountain, there are towering palaces.
Huge palaces stood there, like ferocious beasts dormant in the darkness, exuding a ferocious aura all the time.
On the flat top of the most empty place on the top of the mountain, this place that used to be silent is now filled with roaring noises. Countless sounds of tearing the void are heard from all directions, and the silhouettes of people are like locusts. Coming through the wind, they finally landed on the flat top of the mountain. The black heads looked like a small surging black ocean current in the void from a distance.
In the deep and dark void, countless starlights were dotted, and a little bit of starlight gathered in one place. In the noisy and noisy sound, it also changed from the original coldness to a bit chaotic and noisy.
The gazes were scattering and turning around, and those gazes were filled with expectation.
"I really didn't expect that the three major forces in Wu Hao's world would choose to join forces and form an alliance. Aren't they supposed to fight the most fiercely on weekdays? There is also a small sect that actually occupied the quota for the internal beta and was reluctant to hand it over. I just don’t know how to live or die." The messages revealed in the bursts of whispers were messy, but there were still many valuable aspects.
"Scoff! This is because you have lost the news! The Hendao Sect is different now. It is said that they have quietly promised a place to a big shot in the Magic Mountain. Behind them is the Magic Mountain, which spans multiple worlds. A behemoth, a mere local force in the great world of Wu Hao, what does it matter?"
"That's it! But... this quota can be taken by force. Whether Dao Hengmen can keep the quota is still a matter of two opinions."
"Of course, but...I heard that even people from the Jiufeng clan came here, I don't know if it's true or not!"
"The Jiufeng Clan? Why are they here to join in the fun? The alien species of the gods, whose blood is mixed with supernatural powers, still have to compete with us for food? As long as the blood is purified, isn't it guaranteed to be a mythical realm?"
"The problem is here. An ordinary monk who has nothing to do with the Phoenix Clan actually only stayed in a different world for a short time and mastered the Nirvana Divine Fire that was only possible for the core members of the Phoenix Clan. How can they sit still? ? It’s not just the Jiufeng clan who can’t sit still. I’ve heard that many worlds are in chaos, and all kinds of alien races that have lived in seclusion have been bombed out.”
Various voices spread over the entire Sankong Mountain, and most of them were discussing the 500 closed beta quotas and the new world created by Ke Xiaoliang.
Whoosh!
Countless figures suddenly came from a distance.
As this group of people landed, the entire Sankong Mountain seemed to shake.
Then a flash of earth-yellow light flashed by, and all those figures disappeared. It was obvious that someone had used great magic power to move them elsewhere in the air.
The real fight is not visible to others.
Not only to protect face, but also to worry about someone taking advantage of troubled waters.
There is a tacit understanding among the big forces competing for positions among themselves.
Naturally, with this tacit understanding, the fight will not escalate to the point of extermination.
At least... it's not like this yet.
After all, although the value displayed by the new world is amazing, it is not yet that great.
The reason why such a frenzy is happening at this time is mostly because people want to ask for a possibility, rather than just giving a magical power to a certain person, which will mess up the strength of a large number of practitioners.
Of course, the main reason is that the number of places is really small.
Compared with so many worlds and so many monks, a mere five hundred places is really too few!
Located in the heart of Sankong Mountain, several forces are entangled in one place.
The final decision was to place those with quotas into the maze of formations.
Each sect that wants to compete for a spot needs to pay a fixed amount of compensation, and then sends three people from each group into the maze to compete for the spot.
One hour is the limit.
Within an hour, whoever gets the quota will get it.
Otherwise, they must give up the fight.
Acknowledge that this quota belongs to the monk from Dao Heng Sect, and you must not continue to struggle with it.
After setting the rules, all forces arranged their manpower to break into the maze.
Within the maze, there are flying stones, poisonous rain, ghostly mist, evil wind, hidden arrows, dark thunder... all kinds of hidden weapons, blocking the steps of monks from other sects, and delaying time through experience.
boom!
The huge tornado collided fiercely with a human figure, and the long dragon-like tornado was torn apart by a single knife.
Light blue clouds floated over, and blue stones scattered crazily.
Wherever every stone falls, a patch of lush greenery will grow. In just a short moment, the originally barren land will be covered in green.
Phew!
The clear sound of the phoenix's cry burst out from this person's body, resounding throughout the world.
A bright red light enveloped the surface of his body, and then a powerful pressure spread quickly.
Just under a pile of rocks, a man holding a long knife suddenly rushed out and flew up.
The long knife in his hand vibrated, waves of brilliant mana condensed in the sky like a tide, and the layers of clouds that had just condensed were quickly shattered.
In just a few breaths, the sword light turned into a gorgeous light wing in the sky. The edges of the light wings were like layers of saw teeth. The light flowed and the space was constantly trembling under the influence.
"ha!"
Zhao Qiong waved her arm, and the splendid and dangerous sword-light blood wings roared out. In a flash, they shattered the space, penetrated the void, and struck hard at the figure with the phoenix sound. Come.
Facing the masters from the Nine Phoenix Clan who came to snatch his place, this monk from Dao Heng Sect took the lead and planned to kill his opponent in a short time, and then continue to change positions to hide.
He obviously comes from a small family, but he has such confidence, which shows that Ke Xiaoliang was right in his selection.
As an internal beta player, Zhao Qiong is extraordinary.
It's just that in the special stage, Ke Xiaoliang's demands were higher, and Zhao Qiong seemed almost uninterested in Ke Xiaoliang's demands.
"Boom!"
As Zhao Qiong launched his offensive, the strong man from the Nine Phoenix clan spread out with a heavy aura.
As the momentum spread, the entire ground trembled.
Streams of earth-shattering cold wind blew out from the cracks in the ground, and then turned into a long black dragon, rolling towards Zhao Qiong.
boom!
The roaring black dragon collided with the wings of sword light that penetrated the void.
The two made a harsh sound like the friction of steel, and the surrounding space seemed to be constantly broken and reorganized under the vibration of this sound.
Although they are not at the myth level, their methods have reached the myth level.
In the eyes of many small world monks, obstacles that are insurmountable appear so weak to them, as if they can overcome them with just a little effort.
But they all chose to be restrained and had deeper ambitions.
Bang!
The violent energy finally burst out completely. The two attacks completely collided, forming a vortex of energy. The various hidden weapon attacks that were swept down crazily were also drawn into the vortex and exploded, exploding the entire energy. More orgasms.
The two of them stepped back dozens of steps, and then looked at each other with vigilant eyes. They were even more alert to the changes in their surroundings, worried that someone would suddenly 'visit' and hide in the dark to take advantage.
Coincidentally, both of them used the method of light splitting and shadow transformation.
Continuously jumping in the void, scattering numerous figures.
These figures struggled with each other and fought with each other.
At the same time, the real bodies are shifting positions.
This maze is not big... and certainly not small.
It's just that no matter how big or small it is, it's not easy for such a violent energy conflict not to attract others' attention.
Soon, this small area was crowded with many figures, either in the light or in the dark.
The battle situation will become even more bizarre.
Who wins and who loses will be difficult to explain clearly in a few words.
Different time, same situation.
Most of the five hundred people with quotas had similar experiences to Zhao Qiong.
Those with a big tree are better off. At most, they have experienced strife within some sects. Some monks in the sect who are more confident and stronger will use some means within the rules to force the monks who have the quota for internal testing to transfer their quota. .
As for the pressure from the outside, it is temporarily withstood by the forces behind it.
If unfortunately, like Zhao Qiong, the backing behind him is not strong enough.
Then we can only take a gamble and risk our lives!
Those who choose to hand over their quota directly and admit defeat are the minority among the minority.
After all... Ke Xiaoliang has been selected for the quota.
Those who are moderate, sincere, pacifist, and Buddhist practitioners... were all kicked off the list by Ke Xiaoliang and were not selected.
Those who dare to fight the most and are the best at fighting are chosen.
Even if Li Xingzhou is unlucky, it is recognized that he is unlucky, but who dares to deny that he has not suffered repeated defeats?
Even if for a period of time, you mistakenly fall into the Congxin flow, you are just following your heart on the outside and being bold on the inside.
On the surface, he wants to be steady, but in fact, when the opportunity comes, he will still put all his efforts and give it a try.
The number of five hundred places rises and falls, and the hosts are constantly changing.
And some hosts whose quotas change frequently are more aggressive than the last.
This turmoil lasted for more than three months.
It was almost four months until the last few fluctuating places found their fixed hosts.
At least in the short term, it seems that these quotas will no longer change owners.
And after these four months of changes.
The overall quality of the internal beta players among the 500 quotas has undoubtedly been improved a lot.
There are more than 300 players from the mythical class alone.
The remaining more than 100 people have some unique skills in reality, and their fighting power is not weaker than that of ordinary true immortals.
Of course, realm does not represent an individual's absolute ability.
But this assumption is like denying that academic performance does not represent personal knowledge mastery.
It is a kind of survivor bias.
Occasionally, there may be someone who is extremely intelligent and creative at a very low level, and uses a lower level to create and promote higher-end spiritual content.
However, this probability is extremely rare.
In more cases, realm, cultivation, and combat effectiveness represent personal qualities.
For example, most students with good grades have higher IQ than ordinary people.
With the addition of these 500 new people, Ke Xiaoliang's new world that has been stuck in a 'deadlock' seems to have ushered in a 'turn'.
At this moment, in the Turin Dream, a sunflower with a human face is running wildly on the earth.
Behind him are many giant bees.
"Dreams are disordered, but you can use scenes to guide emotions and trigger certain situations. For example, if I deliberately create certain scenes to induce fear or resistance in Turin, then many things will appear in this dream world. Correct the existence of the 'fear element'. This is a kind of self-protection of the mind. Once this protection mechanism appears, it represents the dream world itself, and a maintenance standard will appear. A framework of order may also be established." Sunflower ran wildly and said to the cold wind forming a team around her.
"So...your purpose of creating fear is to guide a giant bee swarm?" The monk who transformed into cold wind asked as he surrounded the sunflower.
"We have to do subtraction, not addition. We cannot use the thinking of adults...or even monks to frame a child who may not even know what is right and wrong, good and evil. We can only find it in his cognition. Something that might scare him,” Himawari said.
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