The morning sun lazily swept the mountains of Killingmon, as if the tiredness of yesterday had not been washed away, and he was woken up by the moon. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lan Lingmu seemed to have not slept all night, got up in the first rays of sunlight in the morning, flew out of his small building, and flew towards the nearest entrance and exit of the killing door. In fact, he flew to the Killing Palace, wanting to see the scene inside the so-called Killing Palace.

There are many entrances and exits in the Killing Gate, which are distributed in different places, and Lan Lingmu knows the nearest entrance and exit with a single probe with his divine sense, so he doesn't have to go through the previous entrances and exits.

When Lan Lingmu came to the Killing Palace, there were already many people standing outside the hall, and it seemed that everyone couldn't wait to see the Killing Palace. The silver mask, the dark mask, is no longer the black and white mask of the past, and this silver and black mask represents the sign of becoming a real killer.

Lan Lingmu was very strange, why he was not suspected of wearing a silver mask before, but when he thought of being able to blend into the killing gate, he was not suspected, so he had the answer to not be suspected of wearing a silver mask: Qing Shui.

The Killing Hall is almost two hundred zhang away from the entrance and exit of the Killing Gate, and Lan Lingmu has often seen it before, but he always rushes back and forth at the entrance, and he can't take a closer look than you. Now that he is in front of the Killing Palace, he naturally has to watch carefully, and the people around him must be the same as Lan Lingmu thought.

The Temple of Death is quite large, and the structure is a combination of a cuboid and a cone, which looks extremely tall and thin from a distance. But as soon as you get in front of you, you know how big it is, about 80 zhang long, about 50 zhang wide, and about 200 zhang high. Lan Lingmu had no doubt that if the Killing Hall fell to the entrance and exit of the Killing Gate, it would definitely block the entrance.

The shape of the temple of death is hideous, and on the four corners of the cuboid there is a black demon with a slender pillar-like body raising his hands against the cone on his head. The cylinder had already pressed against the demon's head, pressing the heads of the four demons crookedly, and the four ghosts raised their hands to support the cone. But the four ghosts were still frightened, as if they were resisting before they died. The already hideous faces of the four ghosts were filled with fear, and their expressions were vivid and lifelike, making people mistakenly think it was real at first glance. The cones on the heads of the four ghosts are also very hideous, black, like a pavilion, with four corners upturned, and the four sides of the vertebral body have tentacles protruding one after another, like Medusa's snake hair, hideous and abnormal.

It was the first time for Lan Lingmu to observe the Killing Hall so closely, and he was amazed in his heart.

The spirit of the Killing Hall amazed every newcomer present.

After everyone was amazed, they began to enter the Killing Hall one after another, and Lan Lingmu also entered the hall.

There were many people in the temple of death, and people came and went. As soon as Lan Lingmu entered, he saw a long counter, and there were many people in front of the counter, wrapping the counter in three layers, and the sound of quarrels kept coming.

Suddenly, there was a roar, and the people gathered in front of the counter stepped back, leaving a small area to be vacated. The two confronted each other in this area, both of whom were silver-masked killers. They were holding a small sign together, as if they were fighting for it.

"This piece is mine. A white-haired, silver-faced man said. This person is a burly man, with white hair tied into a ponytail, and he is menacing.

"First come, first come, I'm the first to come. "This is a burly young man with a lot of black hair. Why say young man, because his magnetic voice has revealed his age. And his hair...... Among those present, all had the same hair color, but also had different colors. However, everyone's hair gradually produces gray hair due to the rinsing of the years, especially the white-haired ponytail silver-faced man just now, who knows that it has been eroded by the years at a glance. However, only this black-haired silver-faced man has flawless black hair.

Lan Lingmu looked at this black-haired silver-faced man, and couldn't help but remember that Qing Shui once said that in the "Nine Deaths and One Life" of the same session as Lan Lingmu, there was a very young Jieli, who was only thirty-five years old. Becoming a Jieli at the age of thirty-five is a rare genius. Lan Lingmu thought to herself: Could it be him?

"Hmph, you are a freshman who dares to grab a task from me? You don't inquire, I'm ......" The white-haired silver-faced man with a ponytail just wanted to continue, but at this moment, after the black-haired silver-faced man took out a non-gold and non-wooden token from his sleeve, the white-haired silver-faced man with a ponytail was silent.

Lan Lingmu was surprised when he saw the token of the black-haired silver-faced man, and the people around him were also surprised, presumably they also knew what the non-gold and non-wooden token represented, that is, the token held by the elder disciple.

In the Killing Gate, the identity of the Emperor Killer is the highest, then there are the elders, and then there are ordinary rare and strong people, and then there are the elders. The first elder is more noble than the strong one from Han, and the elder disciples of the Killing Sect who are rare in the rare heaven are relatively rampant.

Although they were far away, Lan Lingmu could still see clearly that the side of the token was a lion.

Lion?Is it the first great elder?Lan Lingmu thought to herself.

The silver-faced man with white hair and ponytail grabbed the small sign and took it back when he saw the token, and the unwillingness in his eyes was exposed, but what could he do, the elder in front of him was the first. He glanced at the black-haired silver-faced man again, then turned and walked towards the door of the Killing Hall. Lan Lingmu was standing in the center of the door, and he passed by Lan Lingmu's side. Lan Lingmu saw the unwillingness and anger in his eyes.

Watching the white-haired and ponytailed silver-faced man leave, the black-haired silver-faced man shook the token in his hand and put it in his sleeve. Lan Lingmu's eyes caught the other side of the token, "Yi Wu Wu".

One hundred and twenty-five, it seems that this elder has received a lot of disciples. Lan Lingmu sighed and walked to the counter.

At this time, the counter was clustered again, but the noise just now was gone. It seems that after the token incident just now, everyone was invisibly shocked.

The long counter, on one side is the crowd of people, and on the other side is the five killers who manage the counter, they are all in the realm of Jieli, but they have all reached the middle stage of Jieli, and most of the crowd is just the killer who has just become Jieli, but they are only in the early stage of Jieli.

Lan Lingmu was kept out of the crowd, he was younger, although after three years of tempering, his body had grown taller, to the point that among a group of people who were more than twice his age, he was still a little shorter. At this moment, he really wanted to take out the token in his hand and let a group of people make way for him, but he still forgot about it. He tried to squeeze his way into the crowd, but he felt like the crowd was squeezing him. Before he knew it, he had squeezed next to the black-haired silver-faced man. Although everyone was frightened by the token, there were still people squeezing the black-haired youth.

"Why not?" asked the dark-haired, silver-faced man holding the sign in his hand to a counter manager.

"You haven't registered the title of killer yet?" the counter administrator's tone was cold, not at all pleasant because the black-haired silver-faced man was an elder disciple.

"What is the title of Killer?" the black-haired silver-faced man asked again.

"The killer name is also called the killer name, and with this name, we can record how many killer missions you have done, whether the mission has succeeded or failed. The counter manager explained.

"Oh!" the black-haired, silver-masked man finally understood the so-called "killer title", so he added, "Then sign me up now!"

The counter manager seemed to be a little helpless and scratched his hair, while a counter manager on the other side had a pass, and said to the counter manager in front of the black-haired silver-faced man: "These newcomers haven't registered the title of killer yet, do you want to post a big sign to explain?"

The counter manager in front of the black-haired silver-faced man scratched his hair again and said, "I think, it's still necessary." However, before that......" he flew into the air and roared, "Newcomers have to register for the title of Killer to receive the Killer quest!!"

I don't know if the counter manager used any exercises, which made the sound extremely loud, and everyone quieted down one after another, blocking their ears with their hands.

"Register there!" the counter keeper saw that the crowd had quieted down, and reverted to his usual tone, pointing to a corner in the hall.

Everyone looked in the direction of their fingers, and saw that in a corner, there was a small counter, the counter surrounded the corner, and there was a beautiful female killer in the counter who was helping a person register for the title of killer. It seems that this female killer is the registrar.

The registrar has a bumpy figure, so people can tell that she is a woman at a glance, and she has long pink hair, and you can tell from the outline of the mask that her face is still very good-looking. Female killers are quite rare in the killing gate, because women are not as good as men in physical fitness, and the chance of survival is very small, which leads to fewer women in the killing gate.

At this time, the female registrar is registering the killer title for a killer, which makes some male killers a little excited, and at the same time there is envy and jealousy for the registered person.

I don't know what the female registrar said, but the registered person actually cut his finger with a direct sword, and blood kept gushing out of it.

The female registrar picked up the red brush on the counter, and the bristles touched the blood, instantly sucking the blood clean. At the same time, the registered person's body trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand. At this moment, the female registrar grabbed the hand of the registered person, and the registered person did not forcibly withdraw his hand. The red brush sat on the registered person's finger for a moment, and suddenly it shone with blood, and it was only then that the female registrar withdrew the red brush.

At this time, everyone came to the counter where the female registrar was located with different moods. As if she hadn't seen everyone, the female registrar didn't look at everyone, and took out a quaint black hardcover book from under the counter. Pulling out the book, she turned the first page.

It was the first page, but the black hardcover book was only one page, and it looked like a folded piece of cardboard.

"What title?" the female registrar asked the registered person, and everyone dared to be interested in what killer title the registered person would take.

The person who registered immediately replied, probably thinking of the name. It was a split second, and the registrant stretched out his white fingers from his sleeve.

Lan Lingmu was outside the crowd, and he didn't see the finger of the registered person, if he saw it, he must have sighed: "The finger is like cutting the root of an onion."

The registered person wrote two words on the table with his fingers, "Mo Yan", and wrote it with mana, and the handwriting was clearly left on the counter. If Lan Lingmu saw the handwriting of the registered person, he couldn't help but say: Good words.

The female registrar looked at the handwriting on the table, her face under the mask frowned, she was a little disgusted by this kind of silent person, but guessed that the registered person might be a mute, so she didn't vent it. The mask completely obscured a person's expression, and the female registrar took a red brush and wrote the word "Mo Yan" on the black page. Then he looked at the registered person and wrote the word "Mo Yan" on his mask.

"Okay, I'm going to come here to register me with a new mask in the future. Next!"

"Me!"

"Me!"

"Me!"

......

A group of people swarmed up, and the small corner was crowded in an instant, and the people who had just registered were crowded in the crowd and kept moving left and right, almost unable to get out.

Lan Lingmu couldn't help but laugh when he saw this scene outside, but when the registered person squeezed out, he stopped smiling, and the whole person was stunned.

Lan Lingmu was still in the place where he received the killer task, and the person who registered walked towards the place where he received the killer task, which happened to be opposite him.

With the same pupils, the same hair color, and the black mask and black clothes that were only worn in "Nine Deaths and One Life", a figure slowly emerged in Lan Lingmu's mind, making him mistakenly think that person was her.

Lan Lingmu wanted to speak, but she couldn't help it, even though her eyes were the same color as her hair, her height and temperament were very different. The person in front of him is taller than Yu Xuan, and his temperament is more fierce than Yu Xuan, this person is indeed not Yu Xuan, but he doubts whether this person is the great elder's mental power.

The registered person with the killer title "Mo Yan" passed by Lan Lingmu and walked to the counter. During this period, Mo Yan did not squint, which made Lan Lingmu feel very unfamiliar.

Lan Lingmu originally had a little hope, but after seeing such a look, his hope was shattered. The smile under the mask smiled, and when Mo Yan passed by, he turned around and glanced at Mo Yan's back, laughed at himself again, and then walked to the place where he registered. However, his mind was still thinking about what had just happened.

I don't know how long it took, Lan Lingmu found that there was no one next to her, only the female registrar in front of her. At this time, she was staring at herself strangely, which made Lan Lingmu a little embarrassed, so he scratched his head and stepped forward to register for the title of killer.

"What title?"

"Hmm...... Silver. ”

......

Lan Lingmu walked from the place of registration to receive the killer task, and when he registered just now, he knew one thing, it turned out that the red brush would suck blood, no wonder it was Mo Yan's body trembled.

"Okay then, now let's see what kind of tasks there are?" Lan Lingmu decided not to think about it anymore, huddled in a group of people, and looked at the wall covered with small signs.

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