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Chapter 162 162 "Same kind, welcome to my palace!"

Wu Ziqi felt that he was kind to Zhang Xumi.

——Kill Zhang Zhijin to free him; kill Guan Lixuan to avenge him.

This counts as two favors.

When we meet later, we must make sure that the other party repays us well!

Wu Ziqi, who thought this way, saw Zhang Xumi himself half a minute later. Even Ye Lin, who had given in after harsh words to him before, and the frivolous but willful Emperor Junlin also appeared. In front of Wu Jianshou.

After evaporating the netherworld turbulence, Wu Ziqi took the lead and arrived at the bottom of Tianyi Canyon, which is also known as the "Sleeping Place".

When you raise your head, you can see a huge palace standing in the darkness, with dim lights, reflecting the mystery and majesty of it.

Viewed from a distance, the entire building seems to be a symbol of a fantasy kingdom, full of infinite fantasy and imagination.

only……

The construction style of this castle is incompatible with the entire world!

To Wu Ziqi, it seemed to come from another fantasy and fairy tale world, like the residence of the ultimate villain or the devil's castle.

"Its chief designer should be a weird fusion of Victorian and Gothic styles. The stitching is okay and not too abrupt. On the contrary, it is quite interesting and makes people feel fresh."

Wu Ziqi stood in front of the castle and commented: "It is like a group of buildings that have traveled from other worlds. It has a strong sense of separation from the entire Black Rock Star."

"The castle owner is simply exposing his identity."

"The smell of Western fantasy is too strong!"

Closing his eyes, Wu Ziqi took a deep breath, and immediately smelled the smell of the ocean.

At the same time, the power of destiny also revealed more long-term information.

"The rudder, the food battle, the bloody battle for thousands of years, trade..."

"Pirates, rare ingredients, ship spirits, great governor..."

"Code, anchor, cooking battle, co-owner of the endless sea..."

Wu Ziqi opened his eyes, with a bright light in his eyes: "I understand!"

"This castle comes from a western fantasy sailing world where strange forces are rampant but food is the most important thing - it was moved here by [Destiny Weaver] using some means."

The leader of Wu Jian collected his thoughts and focused his attention on the front door like the elite soldiers of the Earth Travelers and Black Rock Star empires who came later.

Here, there are three human statues.

The statue at the entrance of the main hall is not too big, but it makes many soldiers feel intimidated.

They were trembling, their legs were trembling, and their eyes were panicked.

If it weren't for the supervising team behind them, they might have turned around immediately and fled directly when facing these three statues.

It is obvious that the front of the castle is where four statues are, and one of them is empty.

Wu Ziqi walked closer and looked at the three statues, finding that they were shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere and each had its own characteristics.

"Well, the vacant position is not reserved for me, but for the [Fourth Saint]."

With this thought in mind, he stretched out his left hand and snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

There was a crisp sound.

A humanoid sculpture, whose appearance is almost identical to that of Ye Di, the main god's playground player, except that there is no scar on the lip, appears in the vacant position.

"elder brother!"

Ye Di couldn't help but blurted out and called out: "Brother, have you been resurrected by the boss?"

He was anxious and hopeful, but he didn't dare to have too many hopes.

Ye Di was breathing rapidly, and his heart was hanging in his throat.

Wu Ziqi shook his head indifferently and said casually: "It's just a simple mimicry statue based on the cognitive information of you guys."

"If you want to truly resurrect Ye Tian, ​​you have to work harder, continue to improve your personal player rating, and obtain the permission to [redeem for resurrection]."

"Speaking of which..."

Wu Jianshou deceived his team members without any moral integrity, and started talking nonsense seriously: "If Brother Ye Tian doesn't join the Lord God's Playground, he won't die - the person who will die will be you."

"According to the normal trajectory of fate, Ye Tian will eventually inherit your will and become the 'strongest man in the world', reaching the top and arriving here."

"Ye Tianhuicheng has truly grown and matured, and has become a person who has left a mark in history just like [Lord of the Century] Ye Lin, [Vicious] Emperor Junlin, and [Hermit] Zhang Xumi. "

After hearing these words, Ye Di's mentality collapsed a little.

He actually wanted to doubt the authenticity of Wu Ziqi's statement.

But Wu Ziqi is so strong, and he is also a veteran and contender for power in the Lord God's Playground. Would he lie to a weakling like him?

Thinking like this, Ye Di instantly completed his self-persuasion, and suddenly felt a sense of destiny, being played with by fate and good fortune.

Does one of the two brothers have to die?

that……

"Why can't the person who survives be my brother?"

Ye Di believed from the bottom of his heart that his brother Ye Tian was far superior to him in every aspect.

The only thing my brother lacks is luck...

"However, I will definitely survive, improve my player rating while alive, and then resurrect him!"

Ye Di's face was stern and his eyes were firm: "My brother must be resurrected!"

“Without him, I wouldn’t be where I am today!”

"This friendship, this cause and effect, this bond cannot be erased!"

Ye Di clearly saw that Ye Tian's mimic sculpture was embedded in the castle in front of him, and immediately...

The appearance of the three vaguely humanoid statues is gradually becoming clearer.

The original texture of jade is gradually turning into flesh and blood.

When the three statues turned into three figures, they were still like the strongest people waking up from a coma, unable to fully wake up.

Everyone saw...

On the far left is a high-spirited young man.

He has a delicate and handsome appearance, carrying a red tasseled spear on his back, his eyes are piercing, and his temples are bulging high, showing off his sharp edge.

Anyone who sees him will immediately know that this boy is extremely extraordinary. His potential and strength are terrifying and must not be underestimated. "This person is none other than the legendary [Lord of the Century] Ye Lin!" In the sky, a news organization lowered his voice and said.

Until the moment he was sealed, he still looked like a young man.

[Lord of the Century] After Ye Lin woke up, he immediately looked at Wu Ziqi.

The boy with the spear immediately touched his nose, showing a bit of embarrassment.

He shrugged again, smiled bitterly, bowed his hands to Wu Ziqi and said, "Let's put aside the conflict between you and me for now."

"Facing that [god], it is impossible for any of us to win alone. If we have conflicts now, it will only lead to the destruction of our entire army, and there will be no benefit."

"How about we settle our grudges after this battle of gods is over?"

Wu Ziqi ignored it at all and just observed the humans transformed from the other statues.

The statue in the middle turned into a young man with flowing clouds around him.

He is tall and tall, dressed in white clothes, and looks like an immortal.

The young man held a slender pure black sword in his hand, and there was a bit of evil between his eyebrows.

Obviously, this is a person who indulges his own temperament and does whatever he wants.

In the sky, a host seemed to be whispering, not daring to speak loudly. He just whispered: "This officer is the [violent and fierce] Emperor Junlin! He has a twisted personality and is very scary!"

Wu Ziqi actually felt that Emperor Junlin was not that scary. On the contrary, it had a lot in common with him, and we could definitely talk about it together.

We know that this person is also the real ancestor of Ye Di and Ye Tian. He used some gene fragments of Ye Lin and Zhang Xumi and gave him a pseudonym.

As soon as Emperor Junlin was free, he immediately burst into hysterical laughter: "Hahahaha!"

"Okay! That's great!"

"No one can control the fate of our Emperor's Landing! Not even God!"

"Today, I can taste the feat of [Killing Gods] that was thousands of years late!"

The middle-aged man transformed into the statue on the far right is very simple and restrained.

There was still a bit of heroism between his brows, and he was holding a straight-edged sword in his arms, calm and indifferent.

He seems to be used to seeing the vicissitudes of the world, and it is difficult to understand his thoughts.

The news complex in the sky just frowned and said, "[Master Craftsman] Zhang Xumi, the source of the [Xumi] series of space storage" without further explanation.

However, as soon as Zhang Xumi opened his eyes, he immediately woke up and showed stronger strength than Ye Lin and Di Junlin.

"Wuziqi, I have admired your name for a long time, and I finally see you today."

"I am the common blood ancestor of Zhang Zhijin and Guan Lixuan."

"Strictly speaking, Zhang Zhijin and Guan Lixuan are blood brothers, but they are destined to be on opposite sides, and one of them will definitely die."

"If you hadn't entered the game of divine chess, I wouldn't have lost even though I didn't win."

Hearing this, Wu Ziqi raised his eyebrows.

He did not speak, but Wang Ruoyu pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and introduced: "The person standing in front of you is the leader of the sword pavilion, the great [Final Yan Sword Head], Wu Ziqi!"

The last generation doesn't sound as cool as the final one.

The title of contender for power in the Lord God's Playground is also a secret and important information. Wang Ruoyu specially hid it.

"No need to talk nonsense."

Wu Ziqi waved his hand: "Follow me!"

He walked in front, and the gate of the western fantasy-style castle quietly opened for him.

The crowd followed closely behind.

The vast majority of earth travelers and warriors from the major empires of Black Rock were excluded by an invisible force.

Can't get in!

They have no right to be in it.

It's as if their souls are unwilling to give the instruction to "take a step".

It seems that as long as you go in, you will encounter some kind of terrifying scene.

In the end, only those with strength above the ninth-level [Black Rock Warrior] and the fourth-level [Cang Ming Swordsman] obtained the admission tickets and permission to the castle and followed in.

Everyone walked into the main hall step by step. On both sides of the wall, there seemed to be relief sculptures with thousands of years of history.

The dim candlelight casts long shadows.

In a trance, people feel that those dark shadows seem to be alive.

The entire huge hall is like a maze with no sense of direction, making it easy to get lost in it.

Many sculptures, feeling the breath of living people, turned into various magical beasts, sea beasts, and monsters of various shapes, and swung their teeth and claws towards everyone.

Wu Ziqi, who was walking at the front, seemed to have returned to his own home. He walked leisurely and walked straight to the core area of ​​the palace.

3 kilometers…

2 kilometers…

1 kilometers…

Close, closer!

Finally, Ye Lin, Zhang Xumi, and Di Junlin followed Wu Ziqi closely and arrived at the center of the main hall.

The first thing you see is a tall throne with a crystal skull carved on it. It is filled with a strange and strange supernatural light, full of mystery and majesty, as if it is the seat of a supreme god.

The atmosphere is solemn and solemn, making people hold their breath. Every step they take is like walking on thin ice and they dare not be presumptuous.

On the throne.

The god who single-handedly created the Black Rock Martial Arts system finally revealed his true appearance.

Seeing the supreme [God], the providence [incarnate as the red sky], and the [unnameable being] who controls the fate of all living beings, Di Junlin, Ye Lin, and Zhang Xumi all looked like this. The appearance of facing a powerful enemy.

On the throne, a thin young man with broken purple hair looked down. After a moment, he looked away from the three of them and met Wu Ziqi's eyes.

The purple-haired young man curled his lips, and there was a faint light in his burgundy eyes: "Same kind, welcome to my palace!"

　See you tomorrow, friends!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)