Du Chuanchang deliberately said a bunch of ramblings, and then waved his hands to both sides: "Come on, come on, spread out! Put on a Colosseum formation! Our Poisonous Dragon Sect can't actually have any fun to make the prince happy except for refining a few pots of holy medicine, and now this gladiatorial slave show can only talk better than nothing!" he said, personally going into battle to push Zhao Yuheng off the high platform, and the people below also responded violently, forming a circle under the high platform.

"One-on-twenty, wheel battles, with no rest in between. Du Chuanchang deliberately whispered in Zhao Yuheng's ear: "You can be careful! As long as you lose a game, those three beauties will be the young master's mine! It is not comfortable to feel like a king and an eighth!"

Zhao Yuheng didn't say a word, and silently gritted three teeth.

......

The moment Wang Zheng slowly opened his eyes, he saw the path from hell to heaven.

After following Xun Feiliu and being captured by the northerners, he kept his eyes closed, pretending to be unconscious, or really being knocked unconscious, he restrained his instincts, closed his eyes, and ignored the changes in the outside world, whether he was fed poison, or tied into a dumpling, or was stripped naked to check whether he was carrying any vicious hidden weapons, he didn't move, didn't have any resistance, and therefore suffered a lot less punches and kicks, and suffered a lot less crimes. Wang Zheng knew that his chance of turning the tables was not in the real world at all, not in the Shenhai Sect brothers who were imprisoned with him, and not in those fools who only dared to talk about their abilities and did not have the courage to do anything at all. If he wants to survive, if he wants to take this opportunity to hug the official thigh of looking for Feiliu and soar, he must close his eyes and concentrate all his energy on the "illusory delusion".

Wang Zheng's brain power is not outstanding, and he can only concentrate on sinking into his "main god space" with his eyes closed.

He is one of the very few strong people in the Shenhai Sect who can communicate with the "Main God Space", and he is also the only so-called "weak" who conceals this ability of his own, in the Shenhai Sect, a sect that still maintains a righteous face on the surface, although a junior disciple has to lower his eyebrows every day, but in any case, he is not as cold and strict as the Demon Dao Sect, and it is still more comfortable to live a low-key life, and therefore, Wang Zheng still has a trace of affection for the Shenhai Sect.

He closed his eyes tightly, and after being stripped naked into a pig, he was haphazardly put on a rotten gown that was no more comfortable than a sack, and then tied up firmly. At this moment, he was concentrating all his energy, groping for the simple interface in front of him that seemed to be like an in95 desktop, this was all the main god space he was communicating, except for the task and the exchange system, only the blood pressure measurement function was left, and even the time was not displayed, compared with Long Aotian's "space" where he could go back to the city to escape at every turn, it was extremely shabby.

In the end, he still doesn't cultivate enough.

Wang Zheng stared at the fanciful descriptions in the exchange mall, and looked at them one by one, what "invincible in the world" gift package, "first in the universe" lottery tickets, these seemingly fierce things flowed in front of his eyes, without causing any additional attention to this "system flow old bird", Wang Zheng, who has been pitted more than once by the so-called "god space", knows that behind the domineering names and cool introductions, they are all black-hearted commodities that need to pay a great price, but can only get a little bit of opportunistic technology”。

Wang Zheng now already knows that the so-called "golden thighs" of "Long Aotian" are all cheat things that pay far less than the gain, and he thinks many times that if God gives him a second chance to choose, he must not hesitate to choose a serious sect to cultivate seriously for a lifetime, even if it is a tattered little righteous path.

But obviously, he has no qualifications to regret it now, especially in this bad environment where a group of enemies are surrounded and danger is imminent, the only way he can survive is these cool, domineering, exuding the spirit of the king, which is unclear and extremely vain and helpless.

"The group mentally handicapped aura, for the enemy, can be used when the number of enemies is ten times more than one's own, effectively reducing the IQ of the enemy's minions, and attaching an excitement hint to them, so that they can underestimate the enemy, all the enemies killed by the [protagonist] (the proper noun of the main god space refers to all kinds of dragons who use the main god space) are converted into faith shields to protect the protagonist himself. ”

"That's good, that's it. Wang Zheng's heart moved, and he spent 3,000 points to exchange for this skill, but he didn't know that his so-called 3,000 points were actually his innate life yuan.

The innate life element, that is a kind of mysterious energy brought from the mother's womb, more precious than lifespan, whether it is Gabroyle's mage, or the monks in this world, no one will study the move of consuming the innate life element in exchange for attack power, because no one can afford to consume this energy equivalent to the source of life.

Wang Zheng exchanged a skill, a little excited, and like all Long Aotian, he instinctively ignored the illegible "warning" part written in small blood-red font under the description, against a pitch-black background.

"Warning: This aura has a counter-effect on local generals, increasing the intelligence of enemy generals and alerting them at the same time, and being hit by enemy general-level characters during the activation of the aura, that is, death, cannot be resurrected, captured by enemy generals, and punished, in the form of sexual vitrification. ”

At the same time, somewhere in the middle of the world.

Silver Dust lay on the ballista, happily lazy, and slowly opened his eyes.

The puppet pulling the cart walked slowly, and its slender body contained a huge power that did not match its appearance at all. The dark alchemy electromagnetism inside the chest cavity provided a huge amount of energy comparable to nuclear energy, making its eyes glow red all the time.

"Huh~~~ It's finally good, [Wudu] The so-called main god space of that bastard is finally completely mine!What Long Aotian, hum! The traverser must have the consciousness to become a system programmer to be worthy of the golden finger on his body, right? Those Long Aotian who relied on a system that they couldn't master or even develop a program to run rampant in the world punching the God of Light and kicking the Great Demon King, in front of the mages, they were only worthy of being Luther forever~~~~" The silver pupils were filled with fog, and the golden code rolled like thunder in the clouds. "Wudu is out of breath after all, and he can't even stop a small hacking script!" he muttered to himself, raising his hand and snapping his fingers into the void air: "Close all system permissions for Long Aotian, kick him out, and give him a temporary account with level one in three days...... Wait, give him a fake golden finger, let him survive in the void of hope for a few days, it can be regarded as hospice care......" He said, without hesitation, codifying the entire "Main God Space", and then packaging and uploading it to Kanonicle's terminal.

This is a desperate plan, which is equivalent to snatching the main god space directly from the evil god Wudu, although Wudu can't only have such a main god space, then in a universe, only one main god space can be installed, this is snatched away, Wudu will not be able to intervene in this universe, and it is still extremely dangerous to cross the world, and cross the universe system?

However, unless Silver Dust kicks out all the "Dragon Aotian", the "Dragon Proud Heaven" will not feel any change, however, what they get from here really depends on Silver Dust's mood.

"The kid of the Shenhai faction wants to carry out a counterattack? Okay? I, a newly appointed evil god, will reluctantly help you!" Yinchen's fingers dotted, and black light shot out from his fingertips, dissipating in mid-air.

At the same time, Wang Zheng was in the wing cell.

"I have the ability to break through the encirclement, but I don't have the ability to untie the ropes and get weapons, so I can't carry out the escape plan...... There are 2,000 points left.,You can only redeem one skill.,Huh?This is very good!Actually,It's only 200 points?!! when did the system become so generous?Because I broke the bodies of three girls last month?!"

Wang Zheng almost shouted excitedly, because in the exchange shop, there was a god-level exchange that all the cultivators of the Heavenly Crystal Palace in this era did not dare to imagine.

"Butterfly darts, their own state, within three hours of opening, get an unlimited number of butterfly darts. This kind of dart can be fired with a hidden weapon, it is not toxic before launching, and it is automatically highly toxic after it is launched, instantly melting flesh and blood and indistinguishing between friend and foe, and the enemy who is shot has only a small probability of being able to scream. ”

"Warning: The poison of the butterfly dart is still effective on itself, so it will also be poisoned when you come into contact with a poisoned corpse, and in addition, this skill can only be used once and will disappear permanently after the time expires. ”

Looking at the remaining points in the void interface that became 1800, Wang Zheng was simply happy to die, the powerful skill of butterfly darts made him instantly have the capital to break through from here bloody and even kill people at the next level, with the group mentally retarded aura that he had just obtained, the horror of being trapped in the enemy camp turned into happiness in the pile of experience points in an instant.

"There is experience in killing, so many people, God knows how much experience they can have! Entering the body, I'm coming!" Wang Zheng excitedly hurriedly launched the butterfly dart, and a sharp and cold object appeared in each of his bound hands.

He didn't open his eyes, carefully and quickly used some of the side skills he learned from the Shenhai Sect, used the sharp edge of the poison dart to cut all the ropes on his body, cautiously moved his hands and feet slightly, soothing the numbness of being tied by the ropes, and then gently and quietly operated the divine skill "Dragon Proud Heaven Battle Decision".

Ready, he opened his eyes suddenly.

The moment Wang Zheng opened his eyes, he saw the dilapidated and damp roof of the wing. He sat up and saw five people tied up in the small room. The three senior brothers of the Shenhai Sect, the two Shenluo Sect people, plus themselves, a total of six people. These people all had their eyes closed, their faces full of decadence and despair, and it was clear that they had long lost the courage to live.

The consequences of those who run the rivers and lakes being caught by the Poison Dragon Sect are not only to become targets for internal flesh, but also to be dragged to do human experiments.

Anyway, it's all about dying in humiliation.

Wang Zheng smiled evilly, and the divine skill was suddenly launched, and a semicircular storm was sent out from under his feet, sweeping the whole scene in an instant, and in the next second, the bodies of the five people were all shattered into ashes, and their souls and wills were all converted into energy and poured into Wang Zheng's body.

The aura of the protagonist, the basic ability of the dragons.

He quickly turned around and saw that the dilapidated door frame was topped by a wooden gate that clearly looked like a newly installed fence, and the workmanship was so rough that even the materials looked like moldy goods that had been running in the water for a long time. Wang Zheng walked over, leaned in with his body, and unexpectedly did not move.

"Isn't it sturdy?" Wang Zheng continued to laugh evilly, then turned around, his butt against the wooden door, and shouted softly: "Wang Ba's breath!"

An indescribable gas erupted from his indescribable hole, like a skunk's final attack, and the wooden door quickly weathered as if it had been corroded by some indescribable force, and finally turned into a cloud of sawdust.

Wang Zheng dodged and rushed out of the wing, and saw two enemy soldiers walking alone in the tattered corridor, and without saying a word, two darts were launched.

The enemy is dead, but he can't move on, because in front of his eyes, the system interface is forced to pop up.

"Forced mission triggered!"

"Within the limited five-minute time, save Zhao Feiliu and Zhao Yuheng, and when the time is over, any one of them dies, and the character mission fails. ”

"The task gives props, a dagger, and white weapons. ”

"The task reward, Du Chuanchang and Wan Jianxin's cultivation experience, 30,000 points. ”

"Punishment for mission failure, motherhood. ”

"Mission begins!"

Wang Zheng was stunned, a small heart almost jumped out of his chest, he felt that today was simply his lucky day.

"Do you want to save two people in five minutes?" he screamed, and rushed into the dark, damp, deep and treacherous corridor, black darts rained down on everyone who could see, not Zhao Yuheng or Zhao Feiliu.

......

Zhao Yuheng slowly untied the hookah flowing flower gold silk silk bottomed red silk jacket that he had been wearing, and carefully handed it to the Poison Dragon Sect disciple on the side, obviously not planning to run away, he untied the Xuanzi narrow-sleeved three-layer compound silk robe, took off his upper body, grabbed two narrow sleeves and tied them around his waist, revealing a slightly thin upper body, as well as a dagger-like weapon that had been wrapped around his forearm, exuding dazzling aura.

"Medium-grade Xuanqi, you have a lot of money!" Nalan Yewang stared at the weapon that looked like a dagger, and his orange-yellow eyes couldn't hide the luster of greed.

Du Chuanchang's face sank and he opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything. The "rich" situation of the royal family members carrying mysterious weapons with them was a bit unexpected to him. He didn't covet that one piece of mysterious weapon, after all, the family background of the Poisonous Dragon Sect was also very rich, Du Chuanchang had never seen any treasures, and his vision had already become very high, but Zhao Yuheng's situation of equipping the mysterious weapon made his plan to "occupy the beauty" a little frustrated - the twenty people he prepared for Zhao Yuheng were all rookies who entered the body two and three, and it was a great thing to have a spiritual weapon on his body. [.]