Actually, it's the nine!

The Heavenly Realm, the Holy Land of the Heavenly Frontier, one of the many Holy Sons, its strength can be ranked in the top ten among the Holy Sons.

Four years ago, Xiao Aijiu followed the elders of the Holy Land to the Sigh Fortress of the Fallen Immortal Realm to participate in the Qiyao Ring Competition, thinking that he was just going to step on the mud legs and show the majesty of the Holy Land.

But he never expected that he would lose, and it was a fiasco, at the hands of a woman named Wang Bao'er.

At this point, his reputation in the Holy Land plummeted, and every time he saw someone talking to him, it seemed that they were secretly laughing at him, which made him depressed and shut up for a while.

If it weren't for the strong power of the family, he would have even been abolished from the position of the Holy Son under the surging public opinion, and he knew in his heart that this was a sworn enemy playing tricks in the dark, and he wanted to see him laugh.

Flying Immortal Cave Heaven, Wang Bao'er!

Hmph, everything I've lost must be retrieved from you as it is!

Xiao Aijiu's eyes were indifferent, his eyes looked around, and he felt a little more comfortable when he looked at everyone's respectful demeanor towards him.

Hiding his real name, adjusting his appearance, no one knows his true identity, and it is much more comfortable to stay in the void, unlike in the holy land, everyone looks at him with a hint of banter.

"Everyone, you should have all heard that I have recently been attacking the position of the Seven Star Town Guard, and I need a nightmare-level S score once."

"Please help me!"

"I won't take any of the harvest this time, I'll give it all to you, and in addition, there will be a great gift in the material world!"

Xiao Aijiu's words were sincere, and he changed his normal attitude, and his attitude towards the members of the league changed greatly, as if all kinds of experiences had made him mature when he was originally pampered.

"Commander, we will do our best!"

Everyone looked at each other, they all bowed, they are not fools, they are all masters who don't see rabbits and don't scatter eagles, interests are paramount, don't take nothing. Moreover, the captain's authority has been promoted, which is of great benefit to the entire adventure party, and he can also benefit from it.

The town guard, from low to high, is divided into one to nine stars.

In addition, there is a higher existence above the town guard, and the status of each level is very different, and there are special titles.

"1~9 Star Guard, Red Moon, Blue Moon, Purple Moon, Red Crow, Xihe, Jin Cheng, Multidimensional Realm Lord, Dimension Master, Extradimensional Time and Space Master."

This is not just the word "name", this involves authority and status, extradimensional space-time and material world are universal, recognized by the Nine Clans Alliance, and the promotion rules are set by the [Supreme Council], and the archive is finalized, which is a power system recognized by endless beings in the Infinite Continent.

Fame and fortune, the two are not separated, with power, it is equivalent to having inexhaustible glory and wealth!

If a rich and powerful Holy Land Saint like Xiao Aijiu wants to be promoted to the title, he has to work hard and do it himself, so you can imagine how high the gold content is.

"Good."

With a wave of his hand, the body of consciousness rose into the air, revealing a high-spirited state, and the majesty of the Holy Son was undoubtedly revealed.

"Everyone obeys the order, find the son of the trial, kill him, and take the identity of the trialist!"

"Yes—"

The dull sound echoed in the mountain col, and before the sound waves landed, the figures of the Dead Leaf Adventure Group had disappeared.

The millions of trialists who entered the world of Fuyu, except for Yan Xing, were all randomly selected, so the strength of these people was uneven, and the difference between strength and weakness was like a cloud of mud.

After all, there has never been a shortage of self-righteous luck in this world, thinking that he is a child of destiny, even if his strength is low, he can try his luck in the nightmare dungeon, what if the shit luck is developed?

There are not a few people who have this kind of thought, resulting in confusion, and half of them are not strong enough to deal with the Nightmare Copy.

This is not the case for adventurers who can "mess in" with props.

Even if it costs a lot of money, they have to enter the dungeon world, they are all existences with a clear understanding and confidence in their own strength, and they often have a strong sense of purpose, just like the withered leaf adventure group.

Props are scarce and precious, coupled with a lot of consumption in the past four years, so there are not many forces that "enter randomly" this time, scattered together, less than 10,000 people, but the strength is one by one, people dare not ignore it, and they are a group of guys who pose the greatest threat to Yan Xing.

Any person, as long as he kills the trialist, he can replace the opponent's trial identity and get the maximum benefit in the dungeon world, which is one of the rules, and it is also the fundamental reason why many trialists dare not easily choose nightmarish-level difficulty.

Injury or even death in the void will cause trauma to the monk's consciousness, and there is no special means to recover, so he can only weaken for a long time, waiting for natural healing, during which he cannot enter the extradimensional time and space.

To reunite the "Body of Consciousness", it will take a great price to pay, and a large amount of resources will be slaughtered by the Void.

This is the real world, and all actions will affect the material world, so it is better not to die than not to die.

In four years, many nightmare trials, and in the face of this situation of being the enemy of the world, only two of them survived to the end.

"Huh? These monsters, they seem to be able to lock my location. ”

On the top of a strange peak with a scarlet body, as if blood had poured out, Yan Xing stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes looking around the vast land, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He ran around, and after several tests, he found a phenomenon, those negative creatures of different forms, although their behavior is very chaotic, fighting each other at every turn, but their surging trajectories are faintly close to his position, and several changes of direction will eventually come towards him, with a very clear purpose.

"This is most likely one of the unspoken rules of the trial, the bracelet will continue to emit an imperceptible fluctuation, but it is a guiding light for negative creatures, so that the trialist has nowhere to run and no place to hide!"

Yan Xing laughed dumbly, this move is really bad, so that all the little cleverness of the trialist is useless, and he wants to sit and watch the tiger fight and use millions of adventurers? are not feasible.

This is using the cruel truth to tell the trialist a truth-

The strong are respected, and everything must be spoken with fists!

Strategy?

The non-living beings are a bunch of brainless monsters, and to talk about schemes for them is undoubtedly to play the harp to the cow.

"Not only that......"

Yan Xing's eyes narrowed slightly, and with an electromagnetic force field, his perception range was extremely far away, and he was not weak in the law realm at all, which was an advantage that other monks' consciousness bodies could not match.

He sensed that many adventurers were converging, sneaky and hidden, observing the movements of negative creatures and adjusting their direction based on them.

Obviously, the target of these people is also Yan Xing.

It's all old fritters, and they know the hidden rules of the nightmare dungeon well, otherwise it would be really difficult to find a trialist who is bent on hiding in the huge negative world.

"Hehe, it's a good time, then here, bury all enemies."

Yan Xing chuckled and shook his head, he didn't bother to run, he sat down cross-legged on the top of the mountain, he was going to destroy the world of Fuyu, whether these people were enemies of him or not, they would not be able to escape a "death".

Roar, roar, roar!

Whew—

After a long time, the dense negative creatures, twisting their bodies, approached the Scarlet Peak. In an instant close to the range of thousands of miles, all the figures froze, stopped fighting each other, looked at the small figure on the top of the mountain, raised their heads and roared.

Murderous intent hunting, the negative evil thoughts of seven emotions and six desires, converge into a dark shadow that covers the sky and the sun, its shape is distorted and invisible, and it looks down on the world with a crazy attitude.

"The Children of Trials, I've found you!"

The many monks who were hiding in the shadows and quietly lurking all stared at Yan Xing with fiery eyes.

No.

I've got you!

Yan Xing grinned, stood up suddenly, and the terrifying aura was wrapped in the world-shattering killing intent, and he rose into the sky, slashing the distorted demon shadow.

It's like a bleak wind chopping down leaves.

"Senior brother, is it really you?"

Wang Bao'er's eyes were stunned, looking up at the majestic figure on the top of the mountain, and suddenly, the thoughts of the original separation had turned into reality-

"When we meet next time, maybe even she will only have to look up to Yan Xing."