"You two, it doesn't look like you're from our army. The middle-aged man suddenly spoke.

Lu Mowen replied with a smile: "Lord Sea Warrior, the two of us were originally soldiers of the army at the junction of the West Sea and the South China Sea, but we were defeated. The middle-aged man frowned: "The army of the Imperial City is sneaking up on you?" "No, it's the mermaid army controlled by the Yan Clan, trying to sow discord." ”

The middle-aged man's frowning brow relaxed. "Do you want to join my troops?" "Yes, we want to be ashamed!" The middle-aged man took out a thick notebook from the elemental space at this time, "Name, race, realm......"

"Lu Mo asked, Kunpeng clan, A+3 level elemental master......" Lu Mo asked and answered truthfully, and when the answer was finished, Ink Nightmare also explained: "Ink Nightmare, Terran Emperor Clan, A-level elemental master......" After thinking for a long time, Ink Nightmare still said that the Terran and the Emperor Clan, and there are many elemental masters on the continent who have guessed their identity, but in this army, no one should come to hunt him down.

The middle-aged man wrote it down, "Do you want to be a battlefield warrior or a logistics warrior?" The two must have chosen battlefield warriors. "Is that a frontal battlefield or a rear battlefield?" After thinking for a while, he still chose to be frontal. "You also have the option to join our army's assassination unit, the Ice Fang. ”

Murree hesitated, he was a killer in the first place, and it might be better to do his old job.

"Is there a discount for the assassination force?" said Ink Nightmare, and Lu Mo gave him a surprised look. The middle-aged man smiled and said to Ink Nightmare: "The assassination troop 'Ice Fang' is the strongest combat force in our extremely cold West Sea, and even the Praetorian Guards in Bose City are inferior, so naturally there is a discount." Mo Wei nodded, looked at Lu Mo and asked.

"You want to be a battlefield warrior?" Lu Mo asked and nodded. Murre's reply to the man, "I'm going to go into the Ice Fang." The man laughed, "This is not something you can enter, you need to reach a certain standard, your realm ......" Mo Wei smiled, "Realm is not the only criterion for measuring the strength of the elemental master. "The man came interested. "Oh, then try?" Murreh nodded.

The man went out with the ink nightmare and told Lu Mo the name and number of the army he was in, and the two brothers said goodbye.

The warriors guarding outside the tent were even more surprised to see the man himself taking the Nightmare to the test. After all, a man is a sea warrior, and it is generally a matter for silver warriors to handle!

Today, the man is in a good mood and realizes a hint of wonder in the picture.

The man is very strong, and he takes a step with the nightmare. In the blink of an eye, he saw a large dark and deep hole, the man pinched out a seal, and a circle of ripples appeared outside, and the man glanced at the ink nightmare, meaning to follow himself. The first to enter the ripples, followed by the Ink Nightmare.

Call~

As if through a spatial barrier, the Nightmare came to a forest full of corpses. There are the corpses of sea monsters, sea tribes, and mainland creatures everywhere, and the dark and viscous blood can be seen everywhere on the ground, and even in the depths of the forest, there are the unwilling roars of monsters and the wild laughter of madmen.

The ink nightmare face did not change color, and the man was a little surprised. "Interesting. I secretly thought in my heart that when I arrived in front of a 10,000-year-old sea tree, the man stopped. The Nightmare looked at the tree, which had a cross-sectional area of five hundred square meters and was several kilometers high.

Sou!

The sound of weapons flying. The second finger of the middle finger of the left hand of the ink mare instantly stretched out behind the right ear, accurately clamping a flying knife, and the spirit contained in it directly ignored the spirit attack of the ink night. The man smiled, "Go in, get tested inside, if you lose, you won't be able to get out, I'm leaving." With that, he disappeared from the spot. Ink Nightmare lowered his left arm, which was frozen in place, and the knife between his fingers was bent by two fingers.

Entering the ancient tree, the Nightmare felt like entering a closed room.

The room was empty except for himself, and the light was dim and gave off a dim glow. Without a sound, the Ink Nightmare Spiritual Power swept through all places, and found no danger. Sitting expressionlessly on the leather cushion in the center, the ink was in a state of cultivation.

After a long, long time, after the ink nightmare finished practicing, he found that there was still no danger, so he practiced the sword technique in the room.

The sword techniques of "Dark Moon Sword Technique", "Ethereal Knife" and "Guzun True Yang Knife" gradually became ethereal, but the extremely cold resentment and true yang qi exuded on it were not to be underestimated. After practicing more than ten times, no one showed up, and the test was like it hadn't started.

"Shadow of the Void" and "Flowers Falling Rain"......

Ink felt like it had been in it for months, but the danger still didn't show up, and Ink continued to sense the thin elemental power around it.

Suddenly, the space distorted.

Ink Nightmare opened her red eyes. A fire appeared in the room, spreading wildly, and when the Nightmare entered the room, the Nightmare could not get out. The fire was blazing hot, the space was melted, the space was burned into gray smoke, and the ink locked its sense of smell and sight, not bothered by the smoke.

The fire spread to the feet of the Nightmare, and the water element around the Nightmare condensed, but it could not extinguish the fire at all.

Behind him, the phantom of the ancient venerable appeared, like a flame god, the small sun behind his head burned, and the surrounding flames began to converge and fly towards the sun. Even if this is the true fire of the sun, it will be absorbed by Gu Zun's sword technique phantom, not to mention that it is only the fire of space.

God, it's changed.

The space inside this tree is like all the bad weather, with space whirlwinds, space hurricanes, and space whirlpools emerging one after another. The Nightmare did not dodge, and used the body that had been baptized by the Heavenly Tribulation God Thunder to withstand the space disaster.

Hail is like hemp, the ink nightmare is dancing in the ice, and the flying snow knife technique is becoming more and more proficient.

The water is overflowing, and the ink nightmare blocks the sense of smell and hearing, and wields a knife in the water!

Thunder roared, and the Ink Nightmare cast a forbidden spell, wantonly bearing the thunderous bombardment.

The magic sound is brainwashed, and the Ink Nightmare Soul Yang Soul Mind Method is more proficient, and it is super resentful.

The poisonous juice is sprayed thinly, the ink is not invaded, the pores of the whole body are tightened, and the yang energy protects the body.

Demons are dancing. The ink is seen through the red dust, and the Tianmare seal guards the soul.

Riddled with thorns, the ink nightmare bears silently, and the heart is like a mirror.

When all the suffering in the Nine Middle School dissipated, Ink Nightmare finally returned to his normal room.

"Congratulations, you've reached assassin silence and forbearance. Now, you're going to move on to the final level - kill. Cold, unforgiving voices echoed through the room, and the Nightmare silently waited for the enemy to appear.

Trample.

The Nightmare's eyes flicked back, and the bones of his hands bulged out like hellish claws. Grab backwards quickly, for three seconds.

Behind him was a thin, black-clad masked man. A sharp edge appeared on the killer's black gloves, and two jet-black daggers stabbed at the Nightmare. One stabbed at Murmare's right hand, and the other into Murmare's throat.

Sou!

Ice grudge out of the sheath, Mo Wei caught the ice grudge and blocked two knives, the tip of his left foot was on the killer's abdomen, and the killer flew backwards and disappeared for seven seconds. This is the real killer, Murrek thought to himself, because he had the breath of life in him.

The silver hair of the nightmare has fallen to the knees, and the snow hair is suddenly flying!