The thunder and lightning on the altar were dense, and the dazzling electric light split the smoke like a thick cloud, but once the density of the thunder and lightning decreased, the smoke soon spread again, turning into a thick white fog and dyeing it, like a fairyland.

One hundred and two heaven-level players, all bent over, sideways, or upright, stood on the altar in different postures, and the nine-fingered iron claws protruding from the top of the altar pillar were smoky gray, looming in the diffuse smoke, but the feet of these players were completely locked.

One hundred and two altars, the flickering of electric light is the same frequency, but the means of dealing with each player are very different, those players who bend over and turn sideways, obviously limited by inertia, trying to dodge the thunderbolt plus body, this is obviously not possible, the thunder and lightning are indiscriminate attacks, and the setting is the situation that must hit the target.

Only a dozen or so players were determined to be determined that the thunder and lightning could not be avoided, and they never moved their bodies from beginning to end, blocking the lightning with the weapons in their hands, but hearing the thunder roaring far and near, it shook the diaphragm and hurt.

Thunder sounds terrifying, but it must form lightning in order to deal hit damage, and under such a dense electric light, it is obviously impossible to completely block, these one hundred and two players have mixed results, and the players who dare to stand up straight and open their eyes wide, and the players who block lightning attacks are obviously far better, none of them have been killed by lightning, until the final stage, the thunder is far away, the lightning is annihilated, and they stand on the altar.

The rest were either out of the instinct of subconsciously avoiding harm, or were really frightened by the lightning that fell from the sky, and they were killed and fell to the altar one after another, only twenty people remained, plus the players who did not lose in the face of the lightning, and finally the players who were still alive on the altar, a total of thirty-three.

Although the fire god was not killed by lightning, he only had blood skin left, and his expression was confused.

The best result is the swordsman Chunqiu, who has been staring at the lightning, and the magic stick is wielding quickly and accurately, and the blood volume is still sixty percent.

It is an abyss underground, bordered by a wide pool of green algae that emits a faint fishy smell and chill. At first, one hundred and two of their heaven-level players were brought here, and when they saw the first altar stone pillar that had risen, they couldn't help but exclaim, this was simply the altar in the center of the main city, and the five thunders were used for players to delete their numbers!

These sky-level players are all selected special soldiers, and when they come to the invitation location with an invitation card, they don't see any plot characters, but everyone firmly believes that this is definitely a promotion condition in the Demon Dao system.

Then he began to accept the trials of various tasks, the details of the tasks are complicated, from easy to difficult, but there are no rewards, what are the advantages of this special soldier? What kind of rewards will be rewarded in the end? No one knows.

But a few days have passed, due to the fact that new players have joined this queue one after another, the time point is not completely unified, but each heaven-level player has experienced at least twenty rounds of tasks, and they have also mobilized their interest, whether there is a reward or not, in short, the experience of these tasks is completely different from the general experience of Yanyun Continent, fresh and exciting, it will undoubtedly make these heaven-level masters very curious.

After going through twenty rounds of tasks, they saw the first NPC scattered and one after another, it was a three-meter-tall Terran, standing tall like a mountain, holding a long halberd like a mark, claiming to be a cold storm, from the Demon Clan, a general under the command of the Twilight Demon Venerable, and the task he assigned was to hunt down the undead ghosts and ghosts that were currently wreaking havoc on the Yanyun Continent, which was no different from the tasks assigned by the City Lord's Mansion and the NPCs of various systems governing the city.

What these heaven-level players haven't learned yet is that the ID of Cold Storm is the newly created character of the Hermit who was deleted and retrained a few months ago, and this character now coincides with the system data and is already a super-god-level plot character.

The role of Cold Storm is very hidden, and no one knows about it, including the players of the War Saint Alliance Guild, and the only person in the world who knows his details is Mulan as a household weaver, so Li Yangming, Zhang Ping, and Liu Xiaodong can use the group.

These heaven-level players have some acquaintances with each other, such as Swordsman Chunqiu, Fire God, Wound Traceless, Gongsun Invincible, Immortal and Undefeated, etc., even if they are not familiar enough before, at least they are well-known to each other.

But at this point, the tasks delivered had reached thirty rounds, and they had accumulated one hundred and two heaven-level players before they were able to meet each other under the placement of Cold Storm, with the purpose of allowing them to test under the same time period and the same frequency of lightning strikes.

The players who knew and heard of each other didn't have time to greet each other, and a hundred and one stone pillars popped up again on the ground like lightning, and all the players jumped up passively, their feet locked on the top of the altar stone pillars, causing everyone to panic and exclaim.

Of course, this is just an altar made by Satan, even if it is killed by lightning on the spot, it will not be deleted, everyone also understands the details clearly, and only then does they dare to conduct trials, and there is no loss of experience points when they hang up, and the corpse has been completely wiped by a light and shadow, and it has been resurrected.

What many heaven-level players don't know is that there are more than a thousand second-turn professions who have also joined similar mission trials, and they are all players who have outstanding changes in their physique in the program that Liu Xiaodong loaded into the Demon Dao.

At this time, the number of people who saw it was so small - up to now, there were already more than 10,000 players in the Demon Dao who had successfully transferred to the Heaven level. They also dared to be sure that the preferred conditions for advancing to the rank of special warriors were likely to depend on some kind of talent that they had not yet noticed.

Undoubtedly, everyone guessed this correctly.

In a suddenly presented, incomparably blazing red light, out of a big man of about two meters, gray robe with narrow sleeves, emerald green fine willow stick crystal dripping, at a glance it is known that it is a mage profession, and his whole body is shrouded in rich red light, reflecting the handsome face is handsome, eyes like torches, but the expression is extremely kind, but the smile is warm like spring.

Satan is a meter shorter than Cold Storm's height, but a lot taller than the player here. This mode of appearing is also planned by the suggestions of the cold storm, just like walking on the catwalk, flashing and dazzling.

Players have a universal human aesthetic, and they are easy to be in awe of brilliant things, and in the following speeches, it is easier to bring a sense of trust and belonging.

"All the warriors of the continent have worked hard, and in today's trial, we are honored to see that you have all passed the most difficult test." Satan's voice is full of jade-like texture, clear and hearty, gentle and sonorous, and it is rare for a man's voice to be so pleasant.

But as soon as he spoke, several people shouted.

"What? I've just hung up! ”

"I'm also hung up on ......"

"If you don't get through, you'll be considered passed?"

"What a quirky ......"

"This trial...... What is the purpose of? ”

(End of chapter)