After Haoran finished speaking, he stared at Silly Boy with his eyes. He was very curious, what kind of monster could actually leave such serious wounds on the body of the Revenant Demon God? You must know that in addition to four-star or above attacks, the Revenant Demon
The demon god should be invulnerable to swords, guns, and magic, but at this moment, its body surface was covered with wounds that were deep enough to show the bones, and dark brown blood flowed out from the wounds.
"It's okay, as long as you can face yourself seriously." The silly boy swallowed the potion given by Haoran, and his pronunciation was obviously unclear when he replied.
"Boom~" A thunderous sound came from the arena, making everything look chaotic.
"Silly boy, tell me more clearly, what kind of monster did you encounter inside?" Haoran barely understood half of what it said, but didn't understand what it meant, so he hurriedly asked.
"What I mean is..." The silly boy spoke again, but this time, the sound coming from the arena was louder, directly covering up the important part of his words, making it impossible to hear clearly.
"Say it again!" Haoran was extremely depressed.
However, this time, the silly boy only focused on dealing with his own wounds and did not reply again.
Haoran was about to ask again, but the system urged again: "Ding, player Kuangsheng Xiaobai, please enter the arena and win within ten seconds, otherwise you will be judged to have failed this mission."
Damn it, try your best! At this point, Haoran had no choice but to shake his head and stride in.
So what if you don’t understand the situation? You can even pass your own summons, so there’s no reason why you can’t pass it as the master!
With a loud "bang", the door of the arena slammed shut behind him, and a cloud of dust was directly stirred up by the air waves, blurring Haoran's vision for a few seconds.
In the dust and smoke, he vaguely saw a figure, holding a long sword, walking straight towards him.
"Who is coming?" Haoran shouted in a deep voice. He did not expect that the other party would really stop and announce his home, but he hoped to delay it for a while so that his vision would become clearer.
"Who is here?" Unexpectedly, the other party actually threw his question back and asked him directly.
"Huh, brother is the legendary pear blossom crushing the begonia. He is a handsome young man with a jade tree facing the wind!" Haoran snorted coldly. There was nothing to be afraid of when he signed up. He had never felt "fear" before entering Wuji.
How to write the word.
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure on the other side also snorted coldly and said: "Brother is the legendary young man who is like a pear blossom crushing a begonia. He is charming and suave, with a jade tree facing the wind."
"Are you kidding me?!" Haoran's face darkened. Is this guy deliberately trying to kill himself?
After the billowing dust and smoke cleared, the man finally emerged. He was tall, covered in gold helmet and armor, and held a radiant sword in his hand. He looked very powerful.
Strangely, the more Haoran looked at this man's attire, the more familiar he felt. He looked towards the face of the visitor, only to find that the man's face was covered by a black mist, making it impossible to see his appearance clearly.
No matter who he is, he is the boss given by the system anyway, kill him first! Thinking of this, Haoran thrust his sword forward, pointed at the opponent and shouted: "No matter who you are, if you meet my crazy little Bai today, just
Don’t even think about seeing the sun tomorrow!”
"No matter who you are, if you meet my crazy little boy today, don't even think about seeing the sun tomorrow!" The other party actually made the same gesture, and even said the same words.
"You!" Haoran was furious and laughed. He had seen shameless people, but he had never seen one who didn't even want a name. What happened to this boss? Could it be that his name was too handsome and he let it be temporarily named?
Interested in changing the name?
But soon, he discovered that something was wrong. No matter what actions or words he made, his opponent imitated them like a duck. At this moment, Haoran finally figured out why he felt that the opponent looked familiar. It turned out that except for the face, he could not see clearly.
Other than that, this person's equipment and weapons are exactly the same as him!
"Ding, player Kuangsheng Xiaobai, please defeat your own clone in the arena, otherwise you will be forcibly transported out of the underworld and exit the mission team." The system prompt sounded again.
It turned out that he was fighting with himself. Only then did Haoran realize what the stupid boy meant when he said "face yourself seriously".
"Just fight, am I afraid of you?" Even though he knew that his opponent was himself, Haoran did not show any fear. Born to be a top game player, at this stage of his life, there are few opponents who can match him. As time goes by, he will inevitably develop
The lonely feeling of defeat and challenging himself not only did not frighten him, but instead inspired the fighting spirit in his blood.
"Just fight..." The clone also roared and rushed towards him.
Suddenly, the sword energy was everywhere, and the two Haoran fought together...
In more than half an hour, the walls of the arena collapsed and the entire venue was reduced to rubble.
"Cough cough." Haoran crawled out from among the broken bricks and rubble, covered in blood.
"Master!" The silly boy quickly stepped forward to help him.
"I'm fine." Haoran waved his hand, then drank several bottles of potion in large gulps, and the wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Master, your right hand?" The silly boy had sharp eyes and suddenly discovered that Haoran's right wrist was empty, and the entire hand had been cut off by a sharp weapon.
"Haha, if I hadn't given up this hand at the last moment, I'm afraid I might have fallen into my own hands today." Haoran sighed. Fortunately, in the game, according to the rules, after ten minutes,
A new hand will grow. However, it will take another half an hour or so for the flexibility of the new organs to return to its original state.
In the battle just now, he let go of his hands and feet and fought against the clone. The skills he knew, that person also knew, and even the attack method, that person knew very well!
This was the most brutal battle since Haoran entered Wuji. When he met his opponent, he was killed until the sky was dark and the earth was dark.
"It's so nice." He straightened his armor, sat on a rock, recalled the scene just now, and sighed: "I have never hated myself as much as I do today. I am simply an immortal little strong man!"
"Master, what is Xiaoqiang?" The silly boy didn't understand.
"This has to start with Zhou Xingchi, cough...you don't understand even if I talk about it." Haoran gave up the idea of letting it gain knowledge.
"Ding, player Kuangsheng Xiaobai, you have successfully defeated the boss on the ninth floor of the Underworld Palace, and you can perform the Underworld Soul Summoning." The system reminded him aloud.
Haoran quickly took out the urn from the package and silently recited "summoning souls". Suddenly, light gray mist floated towards him from all directions and finally merged into the box.
"Ding, you have collected the souls of 25% of the players in the Wizard of Oz." The last ray of gray air entered the box, and the system gave another prompt.
Only a quarter? Haoran was stunned at first, but then he figured it out. All four of them in the group entered the ninth floor. The result of the contact just now was that everyone must go through the arena challenge, and they must pass it.
Perform soul summoning.
While he was thinking about this, there was a flash of light, and the others had been re-transported to the gate of Huangquan Palace. It seemed that the system had regulations that as soon as the task was completed, the player would be automatically teleported out.
Ten minutes later, Lan Qingjue was also illuminated by white light.
"Xiao Bai, I passed the test and collected a quarter of the souls." The beautiful priest happily shook the urn in her hand that was the same as Haoran's.
"Very good." Haoran's praise came from the bottom of his heart. Originally, he was most worried about Lan Qingjue. As a professional auxiliary player, she would be the most dangerous once she is left alone. Fortunately, this time there was someone in the arena.
Fighting with herself, if an assassin-type monster were to deal with her, I'm afraid it would be a disaster.
"By the way, I have collected the underworld water needed to hide the professional mission." Lan Qingjue was happy, but also remembered another thing, and said happily to Haoran: "It turns out that the underworld on the ninth floor of the Underworld Palace is
The water is Huangquan water, there are no monsters waiting for you, just use it directly."
"Congratulations to you~!" Thinking that Qingqing was about to become a hidden professional player like himself, Haoran was very happy for her.
"I have collected a lot of souls, but unfortunately, the equipment is not lost and the experience is not increased!" After another five minutes, the ruthless beauty also passed the level smoothly. He complained while playing with a small white handkerchief.
"Why hasn't the cowboy come out yet?" Haoran waited for nearly half an hour, but he still hadn't seen the stupid cow come back. He recalled how hard the battle was just now, and couldn't help but secretly sweat for the bad cowboy.
"Wait a little longer, I believe my cousin." Lan Qingjue said, but after saying this, she obviously felt a little guilty.
After waiting for a few more minutes, even Haoran's new palms fully recovered their functions, but there was still no news from the bad cowboy.
"Brothers are all fine, this stupid cow won't let it slip at the critical moment, right?" Qingwu couldn't help but start to doubt the cowboy's ability, and said worriedly: "This guy's skills are average, and his equipment and skills are not that good.
Top, shouldn't it be..."
"Don't worry." Haoran supported the bad cowboy at the critical moment and said: "Anyway, he has shortcomings, and there will be no less clones. I still believe in him..."
As he was speaking, a white light flashed, and the rotten cowboy covered in injuries was also teleported out.
"Hmph, what kind of man are you talking bad things about people behind their backs?" The cowboy glanced at Qingqing, then glanced at Haoran with a sad look and said: "Xiaobai, what do you mean by 'my shortcomings'? A real man like me, only
Strengths, no shortcomings!”
"Huh." Qing Wuqing glared back at him, but it looked like he was ogling the cowboy.
"Cowboy, don't mention the shortcomings and strengths." Haoran said funnyly: "Have you successfully collected souls?"
"Does that need to be said?" When he mentioned this, the bad cowboy immediately became excited, took out the urn, waved it in front of the three of them and said, "See, if you can do anything, I have no problem with it."
"The mission is completed, let's go back and hand in the mission and go offline?" Lan Qingjue yawned. In order to complete the hidden professional mission, she stayed in the game one hour later than the expected offline time.
"Qingqing, I will leave the souls I collected to you and bring them back to the gang. I have to break into the Huangquan Palace again!" Haoran remembered that the matter of summoning souls for Ruo'er had not been settled yet, so he thought about it for a few seconds.
