Originally, some of the dead souls were still wondering whether to wait a few days to cross the river to other Forgotten River ferrymen, but they immediately woke up after seeing this situation. They must stand on the right team at the critical moment!
The other Forgotten River ferrymen are not as good as this one. If this man is annoyed by the time, it will be too easy for him to manipulate the Forgotten River a little to make them fall off the boat and unable to cross the river.
So they all handed over the merit coins in their hands and quickly ran through the Wangchuan channel.
When these guys fight, if some Wangchuan water splashes on them, it will be unjust.
As a result, everyone passed faster and faster.
The other Forgotten River ferrymen could only be helpless and furious when they saw this scene. They wanted to stop it, but unfortunately they were blocked by the Forgotten River water and could not get closer.
Some people also thought that by combining their merit coins, they might be able to turn defeat into victory.
But after the previous grievances, the two had long been dissatisfied with each other. At this time, they did not fight because they had a common enemy like Zu An.
Everyone wants to give other people's merit coins to themselves, and doesn't want to give their own to others as wedding clothes.
After all, even if you don't become the winner of this selection, keeping so many merits in your hands will be of great benefit to your future life. Why give up so many merits just to fulfill your ambition.
In this way, everyone had their own agenda. Although some ferrymen tried their best to appeal, they could not reach an agreement in the end, and time passed by unconsciously.
Suddenly a voice sounded in the void: "Time's up!"
Then a golden list appeared in the sky, recording the merit points earned by each ferryman.
The merits in the hands of the top three have increased significantly. The highest one has about 400,000 yuan, and the smallest one has about 300,000 yuan. However, there is no smile on their faces.
Instead, they all looked at the guy ranked first, who had more than 660,000 merit points!
Especially when I think about the fact that I spent a huge price to buy the merit points from other ferrymen, but in the end I gained nothing!
No, I got a lot of debt!
The group of people suddenly burst into rage.
The anger value from Forgotten River Ferryman A, B, B, D, etc. is +999+999+999...
Of course, some are happy and some are sad. The ferrymen who were ranked lower in the rankings and knew that there was no hope of competing for the first place are now overjoyed. They have just borrowed the merit coins in their hands, and now not only do they not owe
I paid off my debt and made a small profit.
At this moment, I wanted to hug Zu An and kiss him. Of course, it was impossible to respond to the calls from the previous rankings and really unite against Zu An.
Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same, and the same is true for ghosts.
At this time, Zu An could no longer care about the losers, because the familiar voice sounded in his ears: "Congratulations, you have passed the selection and become the king of Wangchuan, and you are qualified to participate in the final trial."
At this time, a phantom appeared in front of Zu An, but unfortunately his face could not be clearly seen.
But when he appeared, everything else seemed to have stopped, not only the cheering souls crossing the Forgotten River, but also the angry Forgotten River ferrymen, the emotions on their faces were still clearly visible.
Zu An was surprised and turned his attention back to the phantom person in front of him: "Why can't I even see you?"
"It's for your own good that I won't let you see it." The shadow's answer was no surprise.
Zu An: "..."
"Then why did you show up?"
"The main reason is that I didn't expect you to be able to counterattack. Just now, I didn't even think of any other ways you could turn defeat into victory." The phantom sighed.
Zu An: "???"
"You think I can't win, and you just said that?"
"I believe in the vision of my other self. Since he sent you here, he must have his reasons. Facts have proved that I was right." The phantom replied.
Zu An: "..."
You said everything.
"Then you should tell me what this trial is, right?"
Fortunately, the phantom did not become the Riddler this time: "This trial is to compete for a special book, or to put it another way, to compete for an authority."
"Authority?" Zu An's heart moved, thinking of the colorful world law beacon in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Dragons.
"You will know the details after you win. Knowing too much now will only bring destruction." The shadow continued.
Zu An: "..."
Okay, I just praised you for not becoming the Riddler. It seems that I praised you too early.
At this time, the phantom waved its hand, and a black vortex appeared in front of it: "Go, I was not optimistic about you originally, but now I feel a glimmer of hope in you."
Zu An frowned, shouldn't it be confidence? Why did he use the word hope, and his emotions at this time seemed particularly complicated.
"You should tell me about the assessment format of this trial. Why do I feel that the other candidates in the Netherworld know a lot, and I should be the last one to qualify. I am already so far behind the others.
"More, does this comply with the principle of fairness you mentioned?" Zu An thought of the Skinned Ghost King before, and did not let go of any possibility of obtaining information.
The shadow hesitated for a moment: "Don't worry, there is no difference in whether you are advanced or inferior in this trial. The other candidates don't know much."
"But considering that you have the aura of another me, and that your performance just now was really dazzling, I can tell you a little more. Everything you see next is what happened in a certain time and space.
It is made into a kind of existence like a slice of time. You need to do better than those existences in history before you can enter the subsequent levels."
Zu An's heart moved. It seemed that this was not the first time he had seen this kind of thing. He seemed to have experienced similar things in some secret realms before: "How many levels are there in total?"
"Go explore on your own..." The phantom stopped answering and pushed behind him, pushing him into the black vortex.
Zu An was shocked. You should know that with his current level of cultivation, he could not react at all. If the other party had malicious intentions just now, he would be in trouble.
You must know that he was confident that he could handle the Forgotten River Ferryman, even the black and white impermanence, the bull head and the horse face, etc., but in front of this guy, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
Who is this guy?
Unfortunately, he had no time to think. After falling into the black vortex, after a moment of trance, his eyes suddenly became brighter the next second, and there was no longer the lifeless feeling in the netherworld before.
Surrounded by water, he was obviously underwater, and at the same time he was in a very beautiful palace, which looked somewhat similar to the previous Dragon Palace. Zu An was in a trance for a moment, thinking that everything just happened was a dream, and he did not
Entering the Tomb of Ten Thousand Dragons, you are still in the Dragon Palace.
However, he quickly rejected this idea. The surrounding layout did look like a dragon palace, but it was still very different. The main reason was that the scale was smaller, and the surrounding water seemed to be fresh water...
He glanced around and found that there were many ministers and attendants around him. It could be seen that they were all transformed from various fish and shrimps, and they still retained many characteristics of the prototype.
Zu An frowned, does this deserve to be called a fish?
Compared with the sisters Shang Liuyu and Shang Hongyu, these fishmen are really unsightly in appearance.
The maids beside her looked more delicate and pleasant, but their standards were much lower than those at the Undersea Dragon Palace a few days ago.
Any one of those maids would have been a school beauty in her previous life.
Zu An looked around calmly. This seemed to be a dragon palace, but on a much smaller scale.
The reason why he was sure of this was because his consciousness was out of body and he had already clearly seen what he looked like at this time.
Wearing a crown, his head clearly has the characteristics of a dragon.
At this moment, many memories suddenly came to mind. It turned out that he was the Dragon King of the Jinghe River, in charge of this great river, and at the same time shouldered the responsibility of moving the water and earth, moving the clouds and providing rain.
"Jinghe Dragon King? Why does it sound familiar..." While Zu An was deep in thought, he was suddenly interrupted by a panicked cry:
