Fei Yang couldn't help but want to laugh when he heard this, but he didn't feel awe-inspiring when he looked for it a little. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info In this netherworld, not only young ghosts have to grit their teeth to fight hard, but even the old ghosts with old arms and legs are difficult to detach, the cruelty of survival, and the fierce competition can be seen from this. Do I really have to lick my face and fight with these old men and ladies in order to survive? Emotionally, Fei Yang was still a little difficult to turn the corner for a while.

He didn't know that these so-called old men and women were all extremely cultivated seniors in the Burning Rock Continent, and he was really the weaker side in comparison.

At this time, Fei Yang stood in front of a closed portal and was bored, but gradually this boring feeling disappeared and disappeared. As the last ranked portal No. 580 is located on the side of the temple gate, far away from the other open portals, there are basically long queues in front of the other doors, but Fei Yang is alone, countless strange eyes converge, making him feel uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the speech of the hall master of Zonglan caused all the strange eyes to be diverted.

"Well, if you have the ambition to continue to be an 'old immortal', then riveting your strength and working hard." Probably the hall master of Zonglan thought that this sentence was very funny and humorous, and repeated it again with great pride.

"Maybe you still can't figure out the situation today, can't distinguish the situation, and don't have any preparations, then, now it's up to me to beat you.

Do you know how many ghosts are involved in this selection in our teleportation hall alone? So how many are the 36 teleportation halls combined? I believe you can calculate it yourself, which is about 360,000. Hehe, 360,000, that's a huge number..."

The huge hall was silent, and all the ghosts were in a trance and crumbling. 360,000? They probably already understand what that number means.

"So, let's get to the point, how many ghosts can stand out from these 360,000?"

At this point, the hall master of Zonglan seemed to have said something extremely ridiculous and funny, and he actually raised his head and laughed wildly, and his bones trembled in the laughter, and he stretched out a finger with difficulty.

"Hahaha... I'm really laughing to death! a hundred, really only a hundred. Only 100 'old immortals' were selected out of the 360,000 ghosts, and it seems that it is not easy to be an 'old immortal'!

The words and attitude of the hall master of Zong Lan can not be described as vicious, nor can it be said that they are not mean. Some of the ghosts in the hall wept bitterly, some were terrified, some were stupid, some were simply dizzy, and more were angry and gritted their teeth.

Only 100 out of 360,000 ghosts will be selected, which is equivalent to a 1 in 3600 selection probability. That is to say, there are more than 10,000 ghosts in this hall, and only about 3 can survive, isn't this forcing people to death?

"It wants you to be miserable, it wants you to despair, it wants you to collapse, it wants you to be resentful." At this point, the laughter of the Zong Lan Hall Lord stopped, and his tone became extremely gloomy and indifferent.

"Hehe, you don't have the character of perseverance and want to be reincarnated? A waste, a bad breed also wants to become a glorious iron-blooded skeleton warrior? Do your spring and autumn dreams! What we need is a real elite, and what we need is really useful talents!

Deacon Ling, next you explain to them the rules of the Soul Juice Harvester and the matters that need to be paid attention to. Keep it as brief as possible, anyway, even if all this waste dies, it's not a big deal."

Deacon Ling hurriedly stepped forward from behind, and snorted softly in the two nostrils.

"The so-called rules are actually very simple. The terrain of the Ultimate Soul Juice Harvesting Ground is fan-shaped, and you will appear at the top of the fan surface of your respective passage after teleporting in, and you must hunt as many 'white sheep' as possible within a month, collect soul juice, accumulate soul points, and finally collect them in the soul hall at the fan handle position to deliver soul points. The few people with the highest soul value are the winners, and the rest are all wiped out to be used as fertilizer in the field.

That's the rough rule, but there are a few things you need to be aware of. First, after you teleport in, you can wander in your own passage for the first half a month, which can be regarded as a primary training ground! In the primary training ground, the same group of players are not allowed to attack each other, and violators will be killed!

Second, there will be a replacement table every two miles in the primary training ground, where you can exchange your precious objects or soul points for some weapons, exercises, elixirs and other necessary supplies, which will be of great benefit to your future battles.

The third and final point is that out of the primary training ground, it is the final public training ground. Hehe, doesn't it feel a little difficult to adapt to the transition from the first level to the final level without any transition? In the final level public training ground, then chaos is allowed, you can attack each other in any way, kill each other, and if you die, you will have one less competitor. And more importantly, at that time, soul points are also allowed to rob each other...

Alright, then you will receive the special tools for harvesting soul juice from the deacon of your team, and I wish you good luck. What, you don't know how to use harvesters? hehe, that's your own stupidity, you deserve to die..."

"Are you done?" When you're done, get out of here!" The hall master of Zonglan waved his hand extremely impatiently.

"Try to be as brief as possible, be short, and be verbose. The smart elite will understand if they don't say it. No matter how much waste and seeds there are, it is a pile of fertilizer in the end. What a waste of time"!

Although Fei Yang was open-minded and cheerful, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing when he stood in front of the portal at this time. Alas, it's really cold-blooded, it's really vicious! Everyone knows that it is death, but they can only let your intimidation and insults, and everyone knows that it is death, but they still have to desperately collect soul juice for you. There is nothing saddest in the world than this...

But there are still a few who really feel sad and hopeless so that they are slumped, and after a brief period of depression, the vast majority of ghosts regain their spirits and begin to line up to receive the special tools for harvesting soul juice in the hands of the deacon in green shirts. After all, they all knew that this was an opportunity to survive in the dead, and more ghosts would not even be able to take such a chance.

"Little brother, this is your tool..."

The other ghosts were all lining up to receive tools, and the green-shirted deacon who corresponded to the portal where Fei Yang was located personally delivered it with a cylindrical object.

It is a long, colorful arm guard that fits into the arm until the shoulder fits. Fei Yang bent his elbow, and the arm guard flexed and stretched with his elbow, revealing a long, sharp thorn at the joint.

"Cut off the head of the 'white sheep' and insert a long spike into the fracture to the chest, and it will automatically collect the soul juice." The deacon in the green shirt lowered his voice and said flatteringly to Fei Yang.

"Attention everyone involved, prepare to open the portal"!