With the sound of this system prompt message, the world was in a sensation, and players were talking about it, brushing frequently, and it was very lively.

"Wow Ka Ka, the Evil Spirit Quest is on again!"

"What's so glad about it, the Evil Spirit Dungeon requires players to be at least level thirty, and you are only level twenty-eight, and it has something to do with you. ”

"The evil spirit of the evil spirit copy is at least level 30, and the highest level is level 50, which is very difficult to deal with, plus there is a time limit, with our strength, I am afraid that we will not even be able to get through the ordinary level evil spirit copy, let alone the difficult level, let alone the nightmare level. ”

"Yes, once the level is over level fifty, you can't enter the evil spirit dungeon, so if you want to get through the nightmare-level evil spirit dungeon, I think it's wishful thinking. ”

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can get the tiger, the evil spirit copy is rich in treasures, but it's a fool, Lao Tzu is here!"

"It's man-made, the evil spirit copy is coming at a high speed!"

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More players began to go to the entrance of the Evil Spirit Dungeon, waiting for the Evil Spirit Dungeon to open, fantasizing about showing their strength and obtaining god-level equipment. However, imagination is always beautiful, but reality is cruel, the god-level equipment produced by the evil spirit dungeon can only be obtained by the first person who clears the nightmare-level evil spirit dungeon, and the probability is very small, so 99.999 percent of the players are foils.

Of course, the experience value of clearing the Evil Spirit Dungeon is also very high, which is enough to attract players from level 30 to level 50.

The number of people required for a Normal-level Evil Soul Dungeon is one to six, the number of players for a Difficulty-level Evil Soul Quest is seven to twelve, and the Nightmare Tier is thirteen to eighteen.

Chen Feng's team has twelve people, and there are six places, he opened the list of guild members, and chose me to be a green onion, blue sea and blue sky, Lingyun Zhuyue and other flash people, for the six of them, Chen Feng has a deep impression, they are all good brothers who fought side by side in the previous life, they have cried and laughed together, and they will never give up.

"Brothers, I will not let you suffer in this life, I will build the League of Legends into the strongest sect, stand on the top of the world, become a great existence worshiped by all people, and lead you to board the Eternal Divine Boat, avoid natural disasters, and go to the Star of Life. Chen Feng said firmly, and sent an invitation to me to form a team of six people to explain the intention.

"Oh my God, is it true that the mysterious and powerful boss has taken us to the Evil Spirit Quest?"

"That's right, it's the boss's invitation!"

"The big pie of happiness came too suddenly!" I am a green onion six people are very excited, the sudden happiness, smashed their heads dizzy, after determining the meaning of the boss, the six people are three feet high, shouting: "Thank you boss, long live the boss." ”

The Evil Spirit Dungeon is limited to players between level 30 and 50, three times a day, and there is an entrance to each main village in the Domination World. The entrance to the evil spirit dungeon in Wulin Village is located in the northern mass grave, which is a forty-level to sixty-level monster area, and there are a large number of wolf demons.

In addition to the teams of the guilds, there are also many idle players, each player is at least level 30, shouting to form a team to get a dungeon.

"The speed team of the normal-level evil spirit dungeon has been formed, and there are still four people missing. ”

"Difficulty-level evil spirit dungeon high-speed team, there are only three people missing, and the required level is at least forty, the speed of coming!"

"The nightmare level evil spirit dungeon group is here, the level must be high, the equipment must be good, and it will not meet the requirements to disturb, and there will be another organ and a good hand, the level must be more than forty, and the equipment will all glow, hurry up and enter immediately!"

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The lively scene, the familiar voice, everything is so kind, returning to the evil spirit copy, Chen Feng has an indescribable emotion.

game, Chen Feng was born for it, as a hardcore player, the next copy is inevitable. Chen Feng likes to play dungeons very much, especially taking his brothers and sisters to get dungeons, what a meaningful thing it is.

There are many players in the Proud Empire, and the Proud Overlord is also among them, and the enemies are very angry when they see each other, and because the evil spirit dungeon is about to open, there is no conflict between the two sides.

At this time, Chen Feng sensed a strong killing intent enveloping him, followed the killing intent, and saw the comer clearly, he was the proud little heavenly king who died in his own hands, the top ten masters of the proud empire, the former god of ancient martial arts, the top ten players in the Heavenly Saint City, and he was also a well-known big man in the world, ranking above Chen Feng, and had been stabilizing him.

In this life, he was killed by Chen Feng once, there were two and third times, and even countless times.

The corners of Chen Feng's mouth, disdainful, contemptuous eyes, angered the proud little heavenly king, he jumped like thunder, roaring angrily: "Creation, you wait for me, I will definitely take your head in the future." ”

"I've never liked to be threatened, so in that case, then you should die!" Chen Feng suddenly burst out, turning into a row of afterimages, and a sword was aimed at the heart of the proud little heavenly king, as fast as lightning, and it was impossible to prevent it. Before everyone could react, Chen Feng's sword pierced through the chest of the proud little heavenly king, and blood shot out, staining the void red.

"It's not good, the little king is hanging!"

"God, Chen Feng is too terrifying, his body is like the wind, his shots are like electricity, and he kills people in the blink of an eye, is this an ancient martial artist, I am afraid that the ancient martial artist is nothing more than that. ”

"Oh, you see that the little king is not dead!"

"It is worthy of being the little heavenly king, the top three masters of the proud world, and he actually has a divine skill and an incarnation outside the body. ”

The players were stunned, frightened by Chen Feng's strength, and shocked by the divine power of the proud little heavenly king.

"Chen Feng, you are looking for death!" The Proud Little Heavenly King was furious, he didn't want to make a move at this time, because he didn't have the confidence to defeat Chen Feng, but he was bullied to the head, and if he didn't make a move, what would his reputation be.

So far, the proud little king is ready to fly, and he has to send it. He wielded the level forty purple gold scepter, played the skill mountain opening technique, opened the mountain with one sword, roared down, lifted a ten-meter axe, pierced people's eyes, and slashed towards Chen Feng with terrifying power.

"The pearl of rice grains, dare to shine in me, I really don't know whether to live or die!" Chen Feng sneered, did not dodge or dodge, without any tricks, the Wind Breaking Ancient Sword was drawn, facing the attack of the proud little heavenly king, killing him with absolute strength. Chen Feng's attack power is about to break 10,000, which is 3,000 higher than the Proud Little Heavenly King, and it is not a problem to kill him.

While!

The sword and axe collided, the impact sound was crisp and long, echoing in the ears, the proud little king was like a kite with a broken line, flew out upside down, spurted out a mouthful of blood, fell to ten meters, smashed three players, his life value was half gone, the tiger's mouth was broken, his hands could not be played, and he fell into a state of paralysis. On the other hand, Chen Feng did not move at all, standing like a mountain, unbeatable.

In the next second, Chen Feng appeared silently above the proud little heavenly king, and without waiting for him to recover, he cut off his head with a sword and sent him back to the west.

The proud little heavenly king, the master of the proud empire, is as weak as an ant in Chen Feng's hands, Chen Feng's strength is once again shocking, no matter who you provoke, you must not mess with the League of Legends.