The brains of people in the messy wind are also short-circuited, and the scurrying nerve waves are like violent thunder and lightning, and the bursting electric sparks form a connecting bridge to convey all kinds of information about the water in the brain, so that they are abnormal, insane, and crazy because of some trivial things. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The blurred light waves rotated more and more with the high-speed rotation of the silver light particles, and the scene of the giant needle falling from a distance was seen.

In a flash, the figure of the Silver King in the main position of the formation disappeared.

Immediately after that, the four generals on the deputy position were also like the electronic screen that had been cut off like the silver king, and their bodies turned into a piece of code data and dissipated. The difference was that the Silver King returned to the ground outside the underground cavern, and they disappeared out of thin air, without warning, from this strange ancient magic array into foam, leaving no trace.

At this time, the pointer in the magic circle began to slow down the frequency of the riot, and moved towards the predetermined point.

The retro magic array on the ground below has lost its black sheen and restored the gray rock character that the rock floor should have. At the same time, the kamikaze that erupted from it weakened and slowly flattened out.

The cylindrical space was silent, and even the sound of a needle falling could be heard.

It's just that everyone's eardrums are still buzzing after being ravaged by the wind, and there is always an illusion echoing in their minds, or maybe it's not an illusion, but someone has conveyed his meaning in the void.

"Next, the six prince teams will be randomly divided into two groups, with the two camps of generals and generals as the assessment criteria, and will go to the predetermined location to carry out the mission, the specified time is three days, the team that does not complete the task will be permanently repaid, and the team score for completing the task will be scored by me......"

"Remember, I am the Judge of the Ancients, and I will deal you with the strictest standards, the most severe demands, and the most severe trials. In this provision, I am the absolute judgment. Whether you are ready or not, the moment you step into this space, it is a sign that you have accepted the test of misalignment, and there is no other way but to give it your all. If someone is lucky, they will use the crooked side door to evade all the rules of this space...... That's a dead end!"

As soon as the coercive voice fell, all the people standing inside felt scorching and fearful.

For example, a terrorist holds a gun at a hostage and coerces anyone to complete his arbitrary and ridiculous demands, or else there will be a river of blood. In any case, this trial is quite terrifying, not because of how mysterious it is, but because it has secret rules and unbreakable precepts, and if you make a mistake, you will fall into a dead circle and cannot save yourself...... Some resemble life and death games of infinite reincarnation.

The hollow circular platform where they stood raised a three-dimensional light curtain, cutting off the pointer handle that connected the energy point in the center of the magic array, and each formed an independent three-dimensional space enchantment, strictly trapping the six prince squads in it.

Immediately, in the area where the teeth of the central magic array rotated at high speed, two trumpet-shaped stage lights were reflected.

The two generals were seated in the two types of stage lighting areas, waiting for the next moment of the ceremony to begin. Murdo will be a general who admires strength, and Addison will be a general who advocates strategy, and as the examiners of this misplaced trial, they have been endowed with a strong ancient will in this formation, and have the right to make all major decisions. At this moment, I saw that their foreheads were engraved with ancient inscriptions, and symmetrically crawled all over their faces and shuttled deep into the hairline.

When they regained consciousness, they found that a living flame burned in their eyeholes, and they were able to see into the inner thoughts of others. The wave of demonic energy that enveloped them came from the ancient heroic spirits that remained in this Cutting Cavern, and it was merging with their souls. At this moment, Murdo and Addison seemed to be possessed by divine power, as if they were more powerful than the door gods.

In fact, the general who was selected as the examiner of this trial had already performed a blood-dripping ritual in the Temple of the Cutting Edge twelve hours earlier.

More than a dozen generals were in the hall at the same time, but the wordless stele chose Murdo and Addison, who were opposite to each other of the same class, as the chief examiners of the second trial, and injected a red and blue ball of energy light into their bodies to be on standby at all times.

This is not over, and four more generals were selected as assistants, and the two chief examiners formed six numbers, corresponding to the six prince teams that will be tested.

Legend has it that the Temple of Cutting Edge was one of the places where the god of winter used to live, and the true name of the god of winter has long been forgotten. And in the dusty history books, it is difficult to find a single word about him. People only remember that the temple of the Cutting Edge is a place favored by snow, where you can see the snow that does not melt all year round, as well as the most complete ancient inscriptions.

Because of this, the Temple of Cutting Edge has become the most important place of interest in the Pascal Empire, and every ten years a qualified shrine maiden will be selected to guard this paradise, in order to pray that the miracle will bless the empire with good weather and undefeated generations.

Unlike witches, witches are seen as representatives of evil, while shrine maidens are official positions in charge of rituals and rituals, and are said to be the ones chosen by the gods to ward off evil spirits, cleanse, and pray for rain.

However, no one has ever seen a true God, and even if there is, it is only a remnant of the spirit left behind by the ancients. The Cutting Cave not only retains the remnants of the ancients, but also retains the most primitive ritual magic array, which depicts the World Tree and all the spatial pictures on it.

At this time, these ancient paintings engraved on the ground are gradually rising from the magical rocky ground in the form of three-dimensional projections, and have sprung up to reach the roof of the cave, completely revealing the shadows of the pillars of the world that towered into the clouds in the past. Breathtaking, it is the last remnant of the ruined Nordic era, visible only untouchable.

In this wonderful stereoscopic projection cylindrical space, the teeth of the second trial could not be stopped.

The first was the hollow circular platform where Prince Yunzhong and Prince Hairding were turning, and they moved towards the stage lighting area where the two generals were. As a result, Prince Yunzong was assigned to Addison's general, and Prince Hairing was assigned to Murdow's general, belonging to different trial camps.

"A great force will lead you to victory! If the qualifiers fail to reach the required amount of mana, they will climb up from the lowest level of the trial, and the time limit will still be only three days. Those who do not have enough innate qualifications will be removed from the qualifications of the misplaced trial and immediately entered the Hell Tempering Level, with the additional condition that only those who survive the Helling Tempering Level can come out alive, otherwise they will be trapped in the Hell Space forever. With a blank expression, the Murdo warrior raised a red crystal ball with a diameter of thirty centimeters from the magic array underground.

"Please put your hand on the Mana Detection Orb, Prince Helding!"

"This ...... If you don't have the magic to meet the standard, you will be sent to the hell level?" Prince Hairing was obviously frightened, and he thought with black lines on his head: Is this a trial? This Nima is a perverted death game...... Finished!!

Ding Ding Ding ~~~ As soon as Helding's hand touched this strange magic detection ball full of static electricity, even the subconscious retraction of his hand was restricted, and the magic power of his body continued to flow inside, and the feeling of fatigue gradually soaked his whole body, making him even struggle to stand.

It was Peter the Bard of Hairding's squad and Politz the Priest who held him in time to keep him from going limp.

After a while, the red mana detection ball completely extracted Helding's mana from its full state to zero, revealing a row of light words on it: 3140.

"Very good! Prince Hairing has 3140 mana, congratulations on reaching the standard line!The door to the trial will open......"

The Murdo warrior made a gesture of asking to leave with a blank face, and the sealed door of the stone door on the right side of the Cutting Cave suddenly opened in parallel to the left and right, revealing a bottomless red vortex light wheel like a wormhole devouring, and immediately absorbed the Helding team who had not come back to their senses.

The deafening sound of the rock door closing and colliding stirred up a cloud of dust and smoke that shook down from the façade, and several dukes who were choking on the play sneezed.