Chapter nine hundred and eighty third mutation one
Xu Hong's reputation has spread throughout all war zones in the past few days.
As the strongest person in the Ninth War Zone, once he wins, it means that the other warriors in the Ninth War Zone will receive more or less benefits.
This is also one of the reasons for the division of nine war zones.
Because the division of war zones is, to a large extent, based on geographical location.
The victory of each war zone will allow all factions in the war zone to obtain a certain degree of resource allocation bias and various invisible benefits, and the enrollment scope will also be tilted.
This is also the key reason why the competition can attract so many schools to participate.
At this time, many people had already found a seat in advance and were waiting to watch the excitement, but when Lin Xin glanced over, he saw an unexpected scene.
Mr. Xuye seemed to have a broken leg and was being carried on the back by another strong man in short clothes.
The man's eyes only had two bloody holes, as if he had been stabbed blind with a sharp weapon.
What surprised Lin Xin was that this man was actually an acquaintance of them.
"Army of Vanity?"
He looked over from a distance, Xu Yejun's face was slightly flushed, and Xu Nongjun also looked a little nervous.
However, the two of them carried each other on their backs, and their movements were extremely skillful. It was obvious that this situation had not lasted for a while.
"How did these two get together?"
Lin Xin smiled.
Although he is just a passer-by in this world, the people closest to him will still take a little care of him.
Soon, Dragon Blade and Fire Lin also arrived.
Dragon Blade seems to be recovering well, and the previous injuries are completely invisible.
"We have come as promised." She stared at Lin Xin with a solemn expression.
"You guys come together."
Lin Xin glanced at Huo Lin. This guy was holding a dark purple heart-shaped pendant in one hand. It was obviously some kind of one-time killing weapon in his possession.
"I"
Long Yan still wanted to speak, but a loud mechanical sound interrupted her.
‘The competition ends early, please prepare for your return.
The countdown starts now, 31!’
Chi!
A beam of white light fell from the sky, covering everyone present.
Lin Xin looked up at the sky in surprise.
That's the direction of the space station.
"Don't you want to embarrass yourself too much?"
He guessed the organizer's thoughts.
As the organizers, that is, the strongest factions, the main purpose is naturally to promote and highlight the power and generous benefits of their own factions, but now I look at it. Long Jundao's Dragon Blade loses, if there are still two hosts
The strongest members of Fang's sect joined forces and lost to an outsider, so they really suffered a huge loss in this competition.
Lin Xin could think of this, and so did Long Yan and Huo Lin.
The two people had angry and aggrieved expressions on their faces, but there was also a hint of relaxation.
What's relaxing is that I no longer have to face off against this terrifying guy from the Ten Illusion Styles.
White light exploded in front of his eyes, and when Lin Xin opened his eyes again, he was surrounded by a familiar resting warehouse.
He slowly stood up from the rest room and sat up.
"End early haha."
A mechanical female voice came from the room.
"All contestants, please go to the central hall to meet. All contestants, please go to the central hall to meet."
Lin Xin came out of the warehouse, straightened his clothes, and then pushed the door open and walked out.
There are people waiting at the door in advance.
She's a clone maid.
"Please follow me to the central hall."
"lead the way."
The clone maid turned around and walked along the silver passage to one of the forks.
Lin Xin followed closely behind. In the corridors he passed along the way, there were silver rooms on both sides.
Some contestants walked out of the room from time to time, but not every room was occupied.
When these contestants saw Lin Xin passing by, they all showed a look of weirdness, horror, and awe.
After turning a corner, Lin Xin looked up and saw two people at the end of the left side of the passage, which surprised him.
Lord Xuye and the Army of Vanity.
The atmosphere between these two people seemed a bit strange. Mr. Xuye was covering his chest with his hands, leaning against the wall with his pretty face aside, not looking at the Vanity Army.
The Vainglory Army grabbed Xu Yejun's hand with an anxious look on his face.
"Listen to my explanation!"
"There's nothing to say."
Mr. Xuye looked determined.
"Things are not what you think! Junjun!"
The name "Vanity Army" is obviously a bit fishy.
This title directly overturned Lin Xin's previous guesses and judgments. It was obvious that the two of them had known each other for more than a day or two.
"Interesting." Lin Xin's lips curled up, and he stopped where he was and didn't move forward.
But just because he didn't move didn't mean that the two people over there didn't notice him.
Seeing him looking over from a distance, the two members of the Vanity Army turned around and ran away like frightened rabbits.
"hehe"
Lin Xin touched his chin and felt that he was not that scary.
"Please come with me."
The clone maid reminded in a low voice.
"Ask me later."
Follow the clone maid and continue to move forward. Soon, there is a high-speed conveyor belt in front of you.
Lin Xin stood up and walked, much faster than before. After a while, he entered a huge oval hollow hall.
Many people have already arrived in the hall. Among them, Long Yan and Huo Lin are also there.
Each genre has a dedicated place.
Lin Xin glanced around and found Master Yun He's figure in the second row from top to bottom.
He quickly walked over and sat down.
Along the way, I received many looks of awe and surprise from those around me.
“Now let’s determine the rankings for this competition.”
Taoist Master Longjun walked up to the high platform at the top of the hall and said loudly.
Lin Xin was too lazy to listen to what was coming next. He simply closed his eyes to rest.
To this world, he is just a passerby. Many times he does not fully integrate into it.
Yun He looked at his unprecedented genius disciple and felt a mixture of emotions in his heart, including excitement, hesitation, and also longing and hope for the future.
Xu Hong's current cultivation level is very mysterious, so mysterious that even she, a master, cannot see through her own disciples, let alone other people.
"Xu Hong, tell me frankly, what level of the phaseless reincarnation have you reached?"
When Lin Xin heard the question, he opened his eyes and smiled.
"I've mastered it all, level five."
Yunhe was stunned when he heard this, his mouth was open for a while and he was speechless.
She has only reached the third level of cultivation now, and how long has it been since the disciple in front of her obtained the technique? He has already reached the fifth level?
"You have reached the highest state of formless reincarnation?!"
"Yes, teacher." Lin Xin sat up straight and said seriously.
"After I reached the fifth level in the competition, I found that this skill was far from reaching its limit.
There is a deeper extension behind it.
So I carefully deduced and deduced the subsequent layer of exercises, and successfully perfected and mastered the new system."
"What!!?"
If he treated Lin Xin before, Yun He only regarded him as an unprecedented genius disciple.
So now after hearing these words, she realized that her disciple had gone far beyond her imagination, to the point where even the supreme technique of the school could be completed and perfected by itself.
"Are you telling the truth!?"
She asked anxiously.
"I have no reason to lie to you." Lin Xin smiled.
"Yes, this kind of lie can be easily exposed right away."
Yunhe quickly sent a message to ask some questions about the subsequent phaseless reincarnation, and Lin Xin came up with the answers one by one.
Suddenly her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, and she was extremely excited.
The rankings are still being evaluated, positioned and introduced on the stage, starting from the last 100th place.
It’s still a long way from the previous noun.
But Yunhe has no intention of listening anymore. Compared with the results of the competition, the perfect deduction of the supreme mental method of the school, the formless reincarnation, is a more important event.
Lin Xin probably explained his deduction to her, and clearly told her that he had successfully practiced it. He demonstrated it briefly.
This made Yunhe feel regretful and surprised at the same time.
Unfortunately, her qualifications are limited and she cannot even complete the original five-level exercises, let alone the higher levels.
What is surprising is that the exercises completed later are obviously more powerful and powerful.
It has even broken away from the category of simple hallucination.
Next, Yunhe had no intention of listening to the result announcement.
She in turn began to ask Lin Xin about the key points of the fourth level.
As a master, she had to turn around and consult her apprentices.
Although this made her feel extremely ashamed, facing the possibility of a breakthrough in formless reincarnation, everything else didn't matter.
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Storm Imperial City.
The emperor and empress were sitting in the jade hall, holding a red paper book in their hands.
"Have the arrangements been made?"
She glanced at the few close ministers kneeling below.
"Back to Your Highness, the arrangements have been made. Everything is ready, all that is left is your instruction."
An old minister replied respectfully.
"What a pity for a pillar of the empire." The empress shook her head and regretted, "I gave him a chance, but he didn't cherish it."
She stretched out her right index finger and pressed lightly on the paper book in her hand.
Click.
There was a crisp, mechanical sound.
The red paper book decomposed instantly and turned into countless fragments of dust, dissipating in the air.
"According to the order, Princess Delia is suspected of having an improper relationship with Foreign Minister Wei Song, and an arrest and investigation order is issued today!"
The emperor suddenly said sharply.
"I will obey the emperor's will!"
Several ministers below immediately knelt down and said respectfully.
"The last general, Chen Houde, has accepted the order!"
A general with a white beard stood up and responded boldly.
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Delia was sitting in the yard playing chess with Foreign Minister Wei Song.
The autumn air was crisp and clear, and fallen leaves were turning yellow and falling. From time to time they would fall on the chessboard, and then they would be patiently brushed away.
Wei Song is a handsome man who is extremely famous throughout the empire.
Because he has some relationship with Delia's home country, he takes more care of Delia than usual.
The two became close and experienced a lot of troubles and tribulations, and they could be regarded as sharing weal and woe.
"Dia, I've been feeling restless lately and can't sleep at night. I don't know if it's my imagination, but I always feel like there's some trouble coming to my door."
The mental method that Wei Song practices is called Nine Lives True One. It is not very good in actual combat, but he is extremely keen on crises and dangers.
It is said to be an ancient technique that has been handed down from ancient times.