Prison Dance looked at Morning Apocalypse with interest, his aura was quite unique:

"Yes, I smell a breath from you, so I'm ready to make it your first opponent.

Of course, it could just be that I just find it interesting. ”

“？？？”

Morning Apocalypse looked at the Prison Dance, who was a catastrophe and had an unimaginable sensitivity to breath.

Prisoner Dance can feel the breath of the relics of great sin from Chenqi's body, as well as all kinds of strange breaths, as well as the breath of blades.

Morning Apocalypse sniffed himself as he entered the Prisoner's Land and created the shadow of the Prisoner Hunter, and he had a strong prisoner hunter's aura on him.

It wouldn't have prepared a prisoner hunter for itself......

The Prisoner Dance looked at the morning apocalypse, it was very interested in the otherworldly, and explained the rules of the ritual briefly.

In short, it's the simplest thirty-two to determine the final winner.

Thirty-two into sixteen, sixteen into eight, eight into four, four into two......

In other words, after five rounds, the winner will be decided.

Of course, in order to be [wonderful], they will add various rituals in the middle.

For example, all kinds of strange blood sacrifices, and special duels to snatch men and women......

Chen Qi listened with some hairiness and curiosity.

There are thirty-two contestants, and the current contestants are far from enough.

Wait, the rest of the contestants......

Morning Dawn switches states, returns consciousness to the Traveler's Box, and looks at the situation in the group.

White Puppeteer: "Ladies and gentlemen, bright red flowers have appeared in the southern part of the Land of Light, and I have been tricked.

I've just met a witch with a flower on her head in the Land of Rare Light, and this may be her technique. ”

Executioner: "Flowers, me too, but I have a meteorite-level cataclysm prompt here, what the hell is going on?" Does anyone know? ”

For current players, in the face of the meteorite cataclysm, they can only run!

Some powerful grand-grade players are putting up an all-out resistance against the flowers......

Of course, there are also some players who give up struggling.

Calamity Diviner: "Give up, give up, we won't escape."

Guys, by the way, Black River Lane has been uprooted by huge flowers, but rest assured, my prophecy tells me that I'm going to be fine, I'm going to be fine......

I'm not going to give up my blood in this hellish place, laughs. JPG”

There is some madness in the mood of the Calamity Teller.

Seabird: "In the face of the meteorite calamity, we can't run, my game character is struggling, is there anyone who knows the information?" ”

Black River Lane was uprooted......

Most of the players who are close to Xindu District 8 are wrapped in flowers and forced to go to the flower island in the lake.

A large number of flowers stretched out like hunters, looking for a team that could join him in his ritual.

Hiss......

Looking at the terrifying chaos in the group, Morning Apocalypse mourned for them and told them some information.

Tell them that this calamity will not hurt them for a while.

However, they thought that Chen Qi was a warm man and was just comforting them.

Despite its weakness, Prisoner's Gate is still a meteorite-level catastrophe.

But it also consumes a lot of its strength.

Morning Qi switches states and returns his perception to the world of the new day.

As she exerted her strength, the blood-red flowers on Prison Dance's body continued to shrink, which was a manifestation of her weakened strength.

The other party's emotions also calmed down a bit.

"Calamity, can you ask what you will prepare to attract those audiences?"

Chenqi has some curiosity, and some of the processes that the prisoner dance just said are too simple, and there are not even the classic "trash talk" and "bragging" links before the game.

The prisoner quickly replied:

"Generally speaking, blood sacrifices, a lot of food, and a lot of beautiful women, and the drama of robbing men and women."

It's still simple and crude......

Prisoner Dance looked at Morning Apocalypse:

"What's wrong?

Otherworldly Fighter, would you like to help me with this ceremony?

After all, all my friends except me were burned to death by the flames of the day, and now, including the host, they all have to find a new ......"

Prisoner Dance muttered, it was now the only host of the ceremony.

And those countless viewers can be said to have lost their minds and completely stepped into madness, which is not useful at all.

The hosts, the planners, and the beauties and chefs, the people who manage the bets, all have to be rehired.

The power of the Prison Dance is not omnipotent, all this can only be handed over to the humans who are captured here.

[Wandering the world, the prison dance has invited you? It wants you to be one of the planners of this ceremony, will you accept the invitation? 】

"This ......"

Chen Qi's mouth opened slightly, he didn't expect that the Prison Dance would make him the mastermind!

Chen Qi glanced at himself, and sure enough, the charm value and crime were still a little useful.

Although he is not a professional event planner, as a player who has watched many online tournaments, he knows some ways to add to the atmosphere.

Of course, this ancient ritual used to be bloody and girly, and both of them worked.

However, maybe the crazy audience may be tired of it.

Chen Qi could see that Prison Dance wanted to take this opportunity to introduce some fresh blood for this final ceremony.

"Thank you for having me."

Morning apocalypse bent over,

"I'm in a world full of competitions, and I'm going to do my best."

[You Shiren, you agreed to the invitation of the prisoner dance. 】

Of course, this is certainly not exactly the mastermind.

But as long as he becomes a member of the "organizers", even some of the simplest decorations, he may be able to take the opportunity to tilt the game in his favor!

In this way, it may be possible to keep this ritual out of the grasp of the Corrupt Ones.

Prisoner Wu looked at Chen Qi and sniffed again:

"By the way, Fighter Fighter, do you have any special relics on you?"

"I do have some special relics, but I think it's better to show them in the game and make it fun.

Of course, Calamity, if you want to see it......"

"No, because, right away, you're going to have an interesting opponent, an opponent who shocked the Heihe Prison in Xindu District 8."

The corners of Prisoner Dance's mouth curled, revealing some crazy playfulness.

In the audience, quite a few officials from Heihe Prison were already tied up.

"Is that the first one?"

Morning Apocalypse looked at the eyes under the flowers of the prison dance.

"Yes, because you are the first human I have ever perceived the breath, and this is the reward for discovering us."

He's on the first game!

This......

Chen Qi felt a chill in his heart, if he could, he didn't want to expose enough hole cards.

In this competition, except for those special coffins, most of them are players.

The theme of this Ritual of the Blade is [Player].

Chen Qi thought about his own strength, although he didn't dare to say that he was the strongest, but if a player wanted to crush him, it would not be an easy thing.

"Also, as a planner, if you finish the game first, you'll have more energy......

Prisoner Dance's tone had a playful smile, and she seemed to be preparing an unusual role.

Ominous premonition......

The white dove looked outside, and a coffin had been placed in the center of the arena.

Bang! And the next second......

High in the air, a huge flower eats a person's head, constantly shaking.

"Finally pulled her over......"

Prisoner Wu said with a smile that the flower island in the lake had pulled a fairly important person, which cost her a lot of energy.

Morning Apocalypse looked at the flower.

Instead of pulling the other party to the audience or the arena, the flower pulled herself directly here.

Bang!

Chenqi heard a crisp head hitting the ground and a scream.

looked at the flower witch who was pulled by the flowers on the ground, and the little white feet of the other party who kept struggling.

Chen Qi's expression was slightly complicated, is this a meteorite-level catastrophe, can even a witch be tied up......

(End of chapter)