Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

Chapter 382: Stop brushing!

Watching his own death in the waiting corridor was quite a novel experience for Wang Luo.

In addition to the scroll in front of you, there are four other scrolls hanging in the long corridor, showing the scenes in each venue at the same time. There are always one or two scenes where he himself is the protagonist.

And he can also observe various forms of his own death at close range.

Even for someone who has experienced hundreds of battles, the sight of his own death is definitely a novel sight. What's more, the array of mental afterimages in this themed arena is quite powerful, accurately restoring more than 90% of his original abilities. In other words, in those battles that ended with his tragic death, if he had been involved, the results would have been very different.

Regarding his various tragic deaths, Wang Luo didn't feel any shame or anger, let alone unwillingness. After all, even Immortal Ancestor Chicheng was pushed away... On the other hand, after witnessing his death in various ways again and again, After the fancy skills, he only felt that he had benefited a lot.

It turns out that I still have such a flaw in my body, it turns out that these magic weapons and magic have such a miraculous effect on me, it turns out that I have these inadvertent little actions during actual combat...

In the eyes of most people, Lu Youyou threw Wang Luo into the challenge list as a business consideration. After all, it turns out that he alone can contribute more than one-third of the operating income... But Wang Luo realized that this was actually Lu Youyou is helping him practice, sharpening his edge with the fighting wisdom of countless aspiring people from hundreds of countries in the Immortal Alliance!

And this is something that can only be done in the New Immortal Calendar Era.

Of course, in the old days, there were formations similar to the afterimages of the mind, which also allowed practitioners to face all kinds of enemies in the illusion and accept various tricky tests. But even if we exhaust the wisdom of the great Mahayana kings of the old world, it is impossible to deduce such a variety of people in the new era and imagine such unconstrained tactics.

I have benefited a lot.

With a sigh of satisfaction, Wang Luo stood up and walked into the field single-handedly under the focus of countless curious eyes around him.

After a moment, he felt that the whole world was immersed in front of his eyes, as if an invisible tide was overflowing. The spacious armaments room gradually dissolved in this invisible tide, the solid floor turned into fertile soil, and grass grew in the gaps in the soil. A rushing stream in the distance sent the moist smell to the nose, and in the blink of an eye, Wang Luo has been in another world.

This is not a pure illusion, for no illusion can be so realistic. But it is definitely not a real scene, because if it were a real scene, all that was left of the wealthy businessman just now was the urn...

The afterimage of the mind is a blend of reality and reality. All experiences are almost absolutely real, only the results are illusory. As Zhuwang's cutting-edge technology, this seems to have surpassed the immortality of the old world.

And in this world of afterimages that transcended the old world, Wang Luo saw another version of himself.

He had not gone through two years of slumber, and had not witnessed the fifteen years of Saint Taiqing's life. From today's perspective, although Wang Luo was full of vigor, he was also young and immature. No wonder he would have always been distracted and lacked patience. Lu Zhiyao broke through the defense.

Such a green little guy who had already condensed his desolate essence was running around without knowing how to restrain himself... The two years of forced confinement were essentially a kind of protection.

At the same time, scenes of the grassland were also projected onto the picture scrolls in the waiting corridor, the water curtain suspended in mid-air in the palace, and hundreds of green huts in the illusion of Taixu.

Everything in the venue was instantly visible to thousands of spectators.

And inexplicably, Wang Luo also came into contact with the thoughts of the audience, and some noisy sounds rippled in his heart, like distant reverberations.

"It's so boring, it's Wang Luo again."

"Although he is indeed the weakest mountain master, he won't be able to catch one and beat him up endlessly."

"And I'm just a boring solo player. Why do so many people think they can succeed in solo farming? So far, even with the puppet army, there are only a handful of success records in solo farming."

"If I have to swipe Wang Luo, I also want to see the health bar disappearing technique of those powerful firepower teams... I wonder when someone will swipe Wang Luo for one second." "Wait a minute, this one's name is [Wang Luo] The challenger, does it look familiar? And can this team name pass the certification of the Construction Investment Council? I remember that someone wanted to name [I am Lu Youyou’s husband] before, but was directly expelled and permanently banned from the arena. Into the……"

The noise and hustle and bustle seemed to last for a long time, and seemed to only last for a moment. When Wang Luo concentrated, all the noise disappeared.

Instead, the narrator's voice sounded in his mind.

"Please be prepared and silently say in your mind that after the war begins, the time will unfreeze in three seconds."

"Okay, one, two, three!"

The next moment, the battle begins.

The next moment, millions of pairs of eyes, either expecting, impatient, or indifferent... all focused on this grassland.

The next moment, Wang Luo, who was far away in the middle of the grassland, cast a cold glance at Wang Luo, who was entering the arena for the first time.

The moment their eyes met, the red Yuanying in the inner palace opened his eyes, causing the thoughts in his heart to be transmitted to the other person in a form of resonance.

Just like the secret technique used to recover the desolate demons during the chaos in Rong City in the past, the top-down mandatory order from a high-level existence instantly covered everything in the low-level in a resonance.

"Do it."

In the middle of the grassland, Wang Luo's eyes suddenly lit up with the fire of reason that did not belong to him. He raised his right hand without hesitation, put his four fingers together like a knife, and cut off his own head with one strike!

There is no resistance, and even the flawless body control ability of the innate Taoist body is used at this moment to soften one's own defense so that the hand knife can cut off the head faster! The Yiyuanying and Yihuangdan in the inner palace had no intention of resisting, and watched helplessly as their master was cut off from life!

But before the head fell to the ground, the overflowing world seemed like the snow had melted, returning to the original appearance of the armament room.

The battle is over.

Although there is only one moment, it seems that it can only allow a person to blink his eyes, but life, death and the outcome are decided in this moment.

The official settlement result of the battle was also presented to all the audience in the commentator's extremely surprised voice.

"Zero, tenth of a second... No, it's unbelievable, it's really... wrong! Sorry, viewers, we need to contact the technical team immediately to confirm the validity of the results of this battle. Please wait a moment!"

As a result, all the scrolls, water curtains, and green houses were interrupted.

Even in the armaments room, Wang Luo could clearly hear the murmurs of discussion coming from both inside and outside the Round Hall, and even from the other side of the more distant Taixu Illusion Realm. Even in these three months, I have seen too many incredible victories and defeats...

But the scene in front of me is still beyond everyone's imagination!

Listening to the vague voice stirring in his mind, Wang Luo smiled calmly and said: "I'm sorry, this speedrunning game ends here."

(End of this chapter)