Several array mages were still testing the function of the phantom array at the end to ensure that it was foolproof when it was used for a while, and several white-clothed internal officials were patrolling the sidelines, and one of them walked up to a formation mage and asked in a low voice: "Master Yue, these formations are all right, the emperor will watch the battle in person for a while, if something goes wrong, we will all be held accountable, and we must not be sloppy!"

The formation mage surnamed Yue didn't dare to hold it up, and replied politely: "Master Wu, don't worry, these formations have been tested repeatedly, and there is no problem!"

The white-clothed internal officer took a few steps closer, and his voice was so small that it was inaudible: "Master Yue, there is a player who is deeply appreciated by my Wu clan, and if you want to promote him, you need to test his ability through the big competition, you help me adjust the power of a formation to the maximum, and the Wu clan will be rewarded afterwards!"

"This ......" The formation mage surnamed Yue hesitated slightly: "Under the emperor's nose, all the masters present to watch the battle are masters, you can see the clues at a glance, it is really a bit abrupt!

The white-clothed officer pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "It's okay! I'll handle the lottery process......

When all the personnel arrived at the martial arts arena, Emperor Liu Wei also came to the scene accompanied by the guards, and a white-clothed internal officer began to announce: "The first part of the big competition - the illusion of the heart begins now, the players of the sect group draw lots first to determine the number of the illusion array, and the division group is second......"

Fifteen sect players, including Tang Lang, stepped forward in turn, standing in a circle in the middle of the field, and a white-clothed internal official put a disc with a number scale in the middle, put in a spade, and with a bang, the disc projected a light curtain in mid-air, and the edge of the light curtain corresponded to the position of the fifteen sect players, and there was a number flashing in front of each person.

"The lottery begins! Please call His Majesty the Emperor to stop!" The white-clothed official read out loudly, and after a few breaths, Emperor Liu Wei signaled to stop, and the flickering of the light curtain suddenly stopped, and a unique number from one to fifteen appeared in front of each player.

Tang Lang saw that the number on the light curtain in front of him was "twelve", and the white-clothed internal official smiled strangely at him: "Could it be that there is something strange?"

With a skeptical mood, Tang Lang followed the rest of the people into the No. 12 Phantom Array, and the scene in front of him flickered, and he officially began to refine his heart in the illusion.

Tang Lang looked down and saw that he was wearing a dark uniform, which was already covered with all kinds of dirt and blood, surrounded by soldiers in the same outfit as himself, and there was a solemn atmosphere in the barracks.

"Don't be stunned! Rush forward for a while, if anyone dares to retreat, I will be the first to cut him!" a tall sergeant shouted loudly for the final mobilization before the battle.

Not long after, a loud horn sounded outside the barracks, and the burly sergeant raised the snowy giant blade in his hand and shouted: "Charge, charge......"

Tang Lang couldn't help but be coerced by others and rushed out of the barracks, a pungent bloody breath came to his nose, in the distance was an endless mountain, between the mountain range and the barracks was a death zone several miles wide, countless monsters and human soldiers were desperately strangling, and the flesh and blood had been paved into a thick layer......

Tang Lang wanted to mobilize the spiritual power in his body, but he found that his martial arts cultivation was only at the martial artist level, and his spell cultivation was all sealed, except for the mortal and beginner martial arts, he couldn't use any powerful skills at all.

Seeing Tang Lang's slight hesitation, the burly sergeant slapped him on the back and scolded: "What kind of god?

This palm was so powerful that Tang Lang staggered, staggered forward, and after running a few steps, his consciousness was gradually affected by the evil aura of the entire battlefield, and he just wanted to raise the blade in his hand and fight to the death with the demonic beast......

"Wake up, wake up!" a voice from the depths of his heart remembered, Tang Lang was full of excitement, and finally woke up from the boundless killing, only to find that there were few comrades around him, and the burly sergeant only had half of his body left, but he still struggled to slash and not let the demonic beast advance half a step.

"Boss, hold on, I'll take you back to the barracks for treatment!" Tang Lang pounced, dispersed several demonic beasts around him, and prepared to retreat with the other party on his shoulder.

"! Don't go back, even if you die, you have to die on the battlefield!" the burly sergeant spurted blood, but his eyes were still bright.

"The brothers have all fought out, these demonic beasts are boundless, they can't be killed at all, they can't all be sacrificed here in vain!" Tang Lang was also anxious.

The burly sergeant laughed miserably: "Do you know what is a hundred miles behind the barracks? It is a city, and it is full of unarmed women and children, if we don't block the demonic beasts here, they will all be killed and torn apart by the demonic beasts." ”

"But ......" Tang Lang always felt that something was wrong.

"Nothing!" the burly sergeant wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Only by blocking the progress of the demonic beasts can the human race have a future!

Several warriors around him staggered and gathered around him, looking at the more demonic beasts in the distance, their eyes were unwavering, and none of them retreated......

Without waiting for Tang Lang to raise the sword in his hand, the scene changed, and he had disappeared from the battlefield and came to a noisy city.

"The first phantom array was cracked like this?" Tang Lang hadn't reacted from the bloody killing, and his whole person was in a state of blindfolding.

From the outside world's point of view, in the center of the martial arts arena at this time, the forty-five phantom arrays were constantly flashing with various spiritual lights, and from time to time some people let out bursts of exclamation and regret.

Yin Tairan's face sank like water, staring at the three formations scattered in three places without saying a word, among which the most reassuring to him was Zhuang Tianrui, the first illusion only took less than half a pillar of incense to be cracked by it, and the illusion after that was about this time, firmly at the top of the standings, and the back wind was stumbling, each illusion consumed more time than the previous one, and the points had fallen in the twenty or thirty places.

And the most incomprehensible is Tang Lang. Originally, he thought that he would be eliminated quickly when he participated in the sect group illusion, and the first illusion took half an hour to barely get through, and the other sect-level players had already entered the third illusion, and the disparity in strength was too great.

In the next fantasy world, Tang Lang has experienced several scenes such as facing the weak protection of the powerful in the downtown area, and whether he will be in the same stream in the officialdom, and gradually he summed up some rules, no longer falling into the plot of the illusion, but treating it as a game to clear the customs, and without the help of the system, he actually passed one by one.

When the array mage designed the illusion array, with five as the node, the difficulty would be doubled for every five illusions, and the time spent by everyone gradually became longer, and some people began to be forced to withdraw from the illusion, and even injured.

Houfeng did the same, he suddenly withdrew from the formation, his throat was sweet, and he almost spit out a mouthful of reverse blood, and quickly sat down on the spot, pranayama for a long time before calming down the injury.

"I can't hold on after only eight illusions, I don't know how many grades I can rank in this way? Brother Rui should be fine, Tang Lang is probably not as good as me!" Hou Feng looked around and found that Zhuang Tianrui's phantom array was running steadily, and there was no sign of disintegration, and he saw that it was closer to the center, and Tang Lang was still holding on.

Hou Feng slowly walked to the sidelines and came to Yin Tairan: "It's not bad, rest on the side, and prepare for the next link!"

Yin Tairan casually instructed, but his eyes didn't look carefully at all, so Houfeng was a little disappointed, and walked to the side to meditate and heal.

At this time, less than half of the people left in the formation, especially the remaining eight of the thirty players in the division, and each person's points were extremely close, all at the level of twelve or thirteen, which made Yin Tairan secretly happy.

And the fifteen people in the sect group only eliminated five people, including Tang Lang, there are still ten people who are struggling in the illusion, the illusion they experience is more realistic, and the torture of the state of mind is more cruel, and the slightest relaxation of the mind may be crushed, and the fastest one among them is only the one who has just cracked the tenth illusion and entered the even more difficult eleventh.

After more than half an hour, all the players in the division group had withdrawn from the illusion, and the person with the highest score was a player from Chengtian County, who was at the peak of the spell master like Zhuang Tianrui, and was only one step away from advancing to the spell sect. Zhuang Tianrui's results are also very good, ranking fifth among all 30 people.

At this time, there were only four candidates left for the sect group, namely Wan Boya from Dangyang County, Bo Lan from Quan'an County, Peng Anyan from Chengtian County and Tang Lang from Shao'an County.

But the results of the four people are different, Peng Anyan has been in the eleventh illusion for some time, depending on the situation, he will soon break out, and the other two are very different from him, but he has just entered the ninth illusion, and Tang Lang is the most backward, just entering the sixth illusion.

This made Yin Tairan's face cloudy, not only feeling that Tang Lang was a little embarrassed, but also secretly having some inexplicable expectations, maybe he could continue to persevere and take his points further.

The rest of the county guards also had a lot of curiosity about Tang Lang's persistence, and many people knew that Tang Lang was just restricted by the rules and signed up for the sect group, thinking that he was just a cannon fodder role, and he should be eliminated when he came up, but he didn't expect to be able to persist until now, and from the light of the phantom array, there was no abnormality.

An hour later, Wan Boya of Dangyang County and Bo Lan of Quan'an County almost completed the test of the ninth illusion at the same time and entered the next illusion together, but in the blink of an eye, they were eliminated one after the other, and Peng Anyan was still trapped in the eleventh illusion and made no progress, but Tang Lang quietly entered the eighth illusion.

When an old man with white hair beside Emperor Liu Wei saw this, he let out an exclamation: "The formation that this little friend entered is actually the one I personally arranged, and the master-level state of mind is even more persistent until now, incredible!"