Hmmm-

Wu Xiaode only felt that an extremely powerful force was pulling at him, and he disappeared from the current world at once.

He suddenly remembered the last time he entered the world of death—

Must pretend to be the dead!

As soon as the thought was born, wisps of silent demonic mist emerged from the void and swirled around him.

Wu Xiaode's whole person suddenly exuded a strong aura of death.

The next moment.

The pull suddenly waned.

Wu Xiaode fell to the ground.

"There's another warrior, let's see—ah, it's a dead man."

A fluttering ghostly fire uttered.

"Boy, the war is about to begin, how about you come to the front?" A humanoid monster with skin like lime.

A line of small ice crystal words suddenly popped up on the art of the undead:

"It's a zombie."

Wu Xiaode glanced at it and looked around.

I saw that all around were strange guys, all of them exuding an ominous death intent, staring at themselves tightly.

There are about fifty of these undead, which can be considered a small team.

"Striker?" Wu Xiaode repeated.

"Yes, you will rush first, go on the road, and go to withstand the cavalry of the Demon Legion, we are behind you." That demonic path of corpse transformation.

"No, I'm wounded, so it's better to cast a spell in the middle of the group." Wu Xiaode said.

He showed the wound on his arm to the crowd.

"Very well," the demon laughed, "it turns out that you are injured - seeing you like this, you are destined to return to sleep in the graveyard - either die now, or follow orders to be a striker." ”

"Why can you command me?" Wu Xiaode asked curiously.

The demon of the corpse transformation was stunned, and said with a gloomy face: "We want to protect the boundary monument, and a guy like you should go to investigate the enemy's intelligence." ”

Boundary marker?

At this time, Wu Xiaode noticed that there was a stone monument that exuded a faint light not far away.

On the ground around the stele —

No, it should be said that as far as the light of the stele could shine, all the ground was made up of corpses.

The corpses were all sunk in the ground, huddled together, motionless.

When Wu Xiaode looked at the stone tablet, the Book of the Dead was immediately opened, revealing lines of small ice crystal characters:

"You've discovered the Boundary Monument: Realm of the Dead."

"Primary Boundary Monument."

"This monument can collect the soul power of all sleeping souls, and use it to construct the laws of death and provide power for the undead."

"You are under the power of the Boundary Monument and have received an additional blessing: Body Repair."

"Your injuries are improving."

"Additional Reminder:"

"The content of this trial is to protect the boundary monument and ensure that the boundary here returns to the realm of death."

- That's how it was.

Then you can't stay away from this boundary monument and be a striker.

"I'm sorry, I'm still guarding the boundary monument, the striker's business, you look for someone else."

Wu Xiaode said with a smile.

"Somebody give him some color to see." The Demon of the Mutant roared.

A bloodied zombie stands out.

"You have one last chance to go out and explore the enemy's situation, otherwise I will torture you fiercely, and it is useless to beg for mercy." Zombie Road.

Wu Xiaode was thoughtful.

- It seems that the pure dead have a very low status in the realm of death.

But I don't want to be any striker cannon fodder.

War is completely different from one-on-one and group fights, and unless the strength of an individual is extremely strong, it is impossible to control a war.

— like a bone dragon.

Last time, before the bone dragon appeared, all the undead could only struggle.

And now I don't even know who the enemy is.

I have an arm injury.

Injuries need to be recovered here at the Boundary Pillar.

"I've decided to stay here." Wu Xiaode said.

"You're looking for death." The zombie sneered.

It rushed towards Wu Xiaode—

"Stop!"

Suddenly, someone shouted.

The undead were stunned and turned their heads to look at each other.

I saw a skeleton wearing a full set of battle armor leap out of the crowd, strode in front of Wu Xiaode, drew the long knife at his waist, pointed at those undead and shouted:

"This is my brother, who forced him to be cannon fodder, don't blame me for being mad!"

Wu Xiaode glanced at it and recognized the skeleton.

- In fact, he didn't recognize the skeleton, because the skeletons were supposed to be pretty much the same...... bar.

Wu Xiaode made a judgment based on the tone and demeanor of this skeleton.

It should be the skeleton that passed the level with him in the last promotion trial.

"Long time no see."

Wu Xiaode smiled.

"It didn't take too long, I had a lot of adventures and treasures to get to the top - you're really fast, buddy." The skeleton whispered.

The two looked at each other together.

I saw the undead staring at the skeleton and erupting into a whisper.

Looking at it like this, skeletons seem to be famous?

"Hey, Rotten Bones, you're helping an injured deceased? Sooner or later, garbage like him will be eliminated! The demon shouted.

Litter?

You don't know how lewd and vicious he really is!

The skeleton sneered in his heart, shook his head, and said solemnly: "Trash? You don't know how heroic and fearless he really is! ”

"Anyway, I don't agree to sacrifice him like this to find out some bullshit information."

You look at me, you look at the undead, I look at you.

The demon of the corpse mutant said loudly: "That's it, we won't force him to be cannon fodder, but according to the rules of the battlefield, everyone is based on strength to rotate the status - you just let him fight, if he can win, we have nothing to say!" ”

"That's right, do things fairly, and fight me in front of everyone!" Zombies too.

"This ......" the skeleton looked embarrassed.

The other party is completely in charge this time, even if it is himself, it is not good to say anything more.

"It's okay, just fight one game." Wu Xiaode said with a smile.

The skeleton said, "Your injury—"

"Minor problem." Wu Xiaode said.

"Okay, then be careful." Skull Road.

When the undead saw that the matter was decided, they retreated in all directions, making room for Wu Xiaode and the zombies to fight.

A white ghost floated down in the middle of the field and announced in a loud voice:

"In this battle, one side is a zombie with the name of "Mopping King", with a soul power of 20 points, and the skills obtained are poisonous mist spitting, steel body, and devouring the dead; ”

"Invite another contestant to the stage!"

Its gaze looked at Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode was a little surprised, he didn't expect this ghost to directly read out the other party's skills and names.

It seems like a fair fight.

So, you will also be read out of the skill?

He stepped straight forward.

The white ghost immediately announced loudly: "The ...... named Wu Xiaode For the deceased, the soul power reaches 20 points, and the skills obtained are Death Mist, Death Hand, and Momentum. ”

When it came to 'gathering momentum', there was a commotion among the onlookers below.

The demon laughed out loud.

"Gather momentum! He chose the garbage skill of accumulation, which is really enough! ”

"Is there anyone else with such a garbage skill?"

"The dead are a bunch of garbage with bad brains!"

Everyone laughed.

Wu Xiaode's expression was calm, but he was secretly thinking.

It seems that the status of the deceased is very low.

Is there racial discrimination in the land of the dead?

Is it because the deceased has maintained its original form and has not mutated much?

Wu Xiaode didn't care about the zombie's provocation.

What he was curious about was another thing -

Obviously, his abilities are Silent Demon Mist, Dirty Demon Hand (Thousand Hands), and Momentum.

Why is it pronounced as the Mist of Death and the Hand of Death?

I remember that in the parallel world, the "Grim Reaper" saw the bronze hand and said the same thing.

Why?

As if knowing what he was thinking, the Book of the Dead quietly opened, revealing lines of small ice crystal print:

"The 'wall of sighs that no living beings can cross' is built in this book, and you can transform all moves and techniques into the ability to have your own personal style."

"Example:"

"The Hand of Death can simply manipulate objects and will not stop at the slightest injury;"

"—like a pair of hands of a dead man, it can take normal attack damage and will not stop moving as long as it does not destroy the structure."

"Strengthened by the Wall of Sighs, the Hand of Death transforms into your own Dirty Hand."

Got it!

So, will the White Ghost know all of his skills?

Wu Xiaode was thinking about it, when the Book of the Dead was opened again, revealing lines of small ice crystal characters:

"Due to the concealment nature of the 'Silent Demon Mist' and the super high-level perfect evolution status of the 'Thousand Hands', the other party will not be able to detect your true skills."

Wu Xiaode was stunned.

It seems that he originally obtained the Death Mist and the Hand of Death.

But by sighing the walls, they change and become in line with their own style of behavior.

In this way, the ability to fight, of course, is different.

It's just that you don't need to explain this matter to anyone, you just need to know it in your heart.

He stood silently, waiting for the White Ghost's next command.

"Okay, the battle is about to begin."

"I hope you don't kill each other and show affection to each other."

The zombie named "Mop King" roared loudly: "Stinky boy, I ate dozens of guys like you to get here, and you will also be eaten by me in the ring!" ”

The white ghost said helplessly:

"Alright, don't talk about it."

"I declare that the loser will be kicked out of the trial war and put to sleep again."

"—if you hadn't died in the ring."

"Three seconds down and the game begins."

"Three,"

"Two,"

"One,"

"Let's go!"

The white ghost stepped back.

The zombie suddenly opened its mouth, and was about to spit poisonous mist at Wu Xiaode.

Between the lightning and flint -

A bronze hand reached out from the void and covered the zombie's mouth.

Dirty Devil Hands!

Another bronze hand then appeared, covering the zombie's eyes.

Knock –

Wu Xiaode punched the zombie in the stomach, sending it flying seven or eight meters away.

It's a pity that I injured an arm, and I haven't been effectively treated, so I can only use the strength of one hand.

Otherwise, this blow would have ended the fight.

"Protest! Blindfolded and covered his mouth, this fight is too dirty! The Demon of the Zombie roared.

"This is a battle of life and death, what is dirty, and it will be alive in a while!" Rotten Bones retorted loudly.

on the field.

The zombie was pressed to the ground by two bronze hands, punching one punch after another.

The hands are bronze.

The fist is a fist of iron wire.

Wu Xiaode stood far away, not intending to get close to the zombie.

After all, he had an arm injury, and he was sucked soul power by that learning demon king, and there is not much soul power left at present.

And also...... 5 points.

To save.