"Have you conquered the King of Subjugation? The difficulty of the dungeon is a bit high. The reward for the first kill is quite generous."
"Isn't it expected to be conquered? There are Fu Qingyang, Yuanshi Tianzun, and Demon Eye King. Even dungeons below S level cannot defeat them."
"The ninth-level weak Yinwu and the ninth-level ancient god of war. Even if they both narrowly escape death, it's not easy. The elder Sword Immortal became more and more flattering in his words, losing the spirit of the swordsman."
"Tomorrow I plan to take my subordinates in for training. The catastrophe is approaching. I want to improve my strength as soon as possible."
"Lao Huo, you have been busy with official duties recently. Please concentrate on your work first. I will go first."
"Don't argue, let's draw lots and decide."
It is the only copy of the White Tiger Soldiers gang that can lead subordinates to upgrade. It can not only cultivate the tacit understanding of the team on large battlefields, but also provide considerable rewards.
Not everyone has a chance to match A-level dungeons. Even if the dungeon has been conquered, you can still get rich experience points.
Fu Qingyang put down his wine glass and typed a reminder:
"For ninth-level ancient war gods and ghosts, even if there are strategies, the final battle will still be close to death. It is best to ensure that the number of masters entering the dungeon is more than three, and the number of eighth-level masters cannot be less than two."
After sending this message, he sent a text message to Fu Qingxuan: "I have released a copy, let's meet."
After no one responded for a long time, Fu Qingyang clicked on the profile picture of the Jiange elder and sent a message:
"I want to enter the Marshal's study."
Fu Qingxuan did not reply to the message, which means that she is hiding in the study again, maybe practicing, maybe hiding and eating sweets. If you want to enter the gang dungeon, you need to open it by the gang leader or deputy gang leader.
Elder Jiange is the deputy leader of the White Tiger Soldiers.
The elder of Jiange did not reply to him, but more than ten seconds later, a spiritual realm prompt sounded in Fu Qingyang's ears.
After a while, the picture began to blur and ripples appeared. Two or three seconds later, he came to a vast white space.
——Marshal’s study!
Fu Qingyang subconsciously raised his head and saw the sky full of swords.
Liuye sword, Han Bafang, short sword, epee sword, Tang sword, and Zimu sword cover all types of swords in human history.
Fu Qingxuan sat on the ground holding her knees, looking up at the swords in the sky, her thick white hair draped over her shoulders like a thick blanket.
It looks like a little girl looking at the stars.
"What are you looking at?" Fu Qingyang walked to Marshal's sister.
"Look at the sword." Fu Qingxuan still held her head high.
"What's so good about a sword?" Fu Qingyang asked.
"I'm thinking about the essence of swords, the essence of sword energy," Fu Qingxuan murmured.
Fu Qingyang said lightly: "What did you see?"
"If I don't tell you, you're not interested in hearing it anyway. You've never cared about any swordsmanship except practicing slashing in your life." Fu Qingxuan turned around as she spoke:
"Hey, why is your hair turning white? Are you trying to imitate me?"
Fu Qingyang looked calm: "Your hair is caused by too much sword energy and the inability to restrain the metal spiritual power. Mine is caused by excessive consumption of life span and aging."
Fu Qingxuan suddenly frowned with delicate white eyebrows:
"Shou Yuan has been wasted too much?"
"The sword intention learned in the dungeon of The Subjugated King." Fu Qingyang said briefly, talking about the purpose of tonight's visit:
"I think the difficulty of King of Subjugation is wrong. How can there be two level nine bosses in the A-level dungeon? Demon Eyes, the trio of Yuanshi and I can at most be on par with a level 9 boss. But in the dungeon, you can
The NPC who became a teammate was just a level seven fire stealer.
"Such a difficulty level has exceeded the limit of A-level dungeons and the upper limit of the team. Being able to pass the level alive this time depends on luck."
Fu Qingxuan tilted her head and frowned: "Tell me the strategy in detail."
Fu Qingyang informed Fu Qingxuan in detail about the process of passing the king of subjugation.
"Something is indeed wrong..." Fu Qingxuan said slowly.
Fu Qingyang continued: "Yuanshi told me that one of his friends, a single knight of the Holy See, entered the S-level dungeon for no reason a while ago. That knight has control over his own hidden points, and the possibility of matching to S-level is almost zero.
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"You mean, the king of the subjugated country and the copy of the knight have the same nature?"
"Yes, these are abnormal phenomena, but I don't know the reason."
Fu Qingxuan fell into silence. After a long time, she muttered:
"This is not the case. Remember the She Ling Tunnel? Because it could not be cleared, it was judged to be a Bug-level copy. This shows that the spiritual realm itself has similar problems."
Fu Qingyang nodded slowly, accepted this statement, and said:
"These situations occurred after Lingtuo blocked the merit list. There are more and more bugs in the spiritual realm. The situation of covering the merit list cannot happen a second time.
"What are your plans for these demigods?"
Under the night sky, the full moon is bright.
In the European holy cities of the late 18th century, ruins were everywhere, with black smoke rising from the collapsed ruins, and the desolate scene eroded by the war spread to the end of the line of sight.
Half a month ago, fighter jets bombed the Holy City in a sweeping manner. Residents of the city fled in large numbers. The government troops recruited young men to fight guerrillas in the streets and alleys.
I resisted for a week.
Until a group of special people came to the Holy City, the war for ordinary humans ended.
The war between the two begins.
"rustle."
Zhai Cai was walking among the ruins wearing a silver knight's armor. He had a thin face and deep dark circles under his eyes. The silver armor was covered with sword marks and blood.
He did not carry the kerosene lamp, but held a knight's sword and looked around cautiously.
"Oh, it would be great if I had the night vision ability of the Night Walker God." Zhai Cai exhaled a breath and looked back at the church protected by the formation.
The dungeon he entered was the battle in which the Holy See was destroyed. The Free Covenant called on the evil camp and loose cultivators to rise up and besiege the Holy See just like the six sects besieged Guangmingding.
In this battle, the lawful camp and the strongest organization in the world collapsed.
Zhai Cai has been in the dungeon for more than half a month. During this period, the two camps continued to exchange fire. The Knights and the Bishops suffered heavy losses in several wars and continued to reduce their numbers.
Through this participation in the war, Zhai Cai understood the reasons for the collapse of the Holy See. On the one hand, the Holy See acted too domineeringly, which had long aroused dissatisfaction among casual cultivators and local forces.
On the other hand, the Free Covenant has a potion that can transform into powerful monsters and maintain sanity.
This makes it possible for everyone in the evil camp to explode.
It should be what Yuanshi Tianzun said, the bath water of demons (gods).
However, the Holy See has a deep foundation and has been able to repel attacks from the evil camp time and time again. The evil camp suffered a huge loss in the number of demigod-level powerful men. After the forceful attack failed to produce any results, they launched a guerrilla war with the Holy See in the city.
Zhai Cai's current mission is to patrol a thirty-mile radius of the southern area of the Holy See to ensure that no evil camp secretly gathers to plan operations.
"I don't know when this day will end. No, I don't know how long I can live!" Zhai Cai sighed.
At this moment, a lazy voice came from behind the broken wall beside him:
"It all depends on when you will achieve your magic."
Hearing this, Zhai Cai's tight muscles slowly relaxed, she looked over and forced out an ugly smile:
"The secrets you gave me are too difficult. Mr. President, can we find a safer and easier way? For example, you can take me away directly?"
About ten days ago, the president of the Merchant Guild suddenly appeared in the copy and threw him a secret book, which he said was the ancient knight's practice method.
The president told him that he came because Yuanshi Tianzun cried and hugged his thigh to ask for help, but he could only give so much.
Whether he can clear the dungeon alive in the end depends on Zhai Cai's luck.
Mr. President grabbed a glass of brandy from the void, sipped it leisurely among the ruins, shrugged and said:
"Life without challenges would be boring! You are a single knight of the Holy See, and this is your experience."
The corners of Zhai Cai's mouth twitched:
"Can I give this training opportunity to others? In the past few days, I have watched knights fall one after another, including extraordinary ones and saints. Just the day before yesterday, a master-level knight died.
"The intensity of the war is constantly increasing. I am only a level 7 knight. In this kind of war where demigods are fighting, I might die at some point."
The president did not speak, but asked:
"You have been in the dungeon for half a month. What do you think of the collapse of the Holy See?"
Zhai Cai instinctively looked around, and seeing no movement, he leaned against the broken wall and said:
"Currently, it seems that there is at most one demigod on the Free Covenant side. Anyway, I have only seen one. Theoretically speaking, even if there is bath water from the demon species, the evil camp cannot destroy the Holy See.
"I think……"
The president answered: "Do you think the demon species will take action?"
Zhai Cai nodded: "This is the only possibility, but I probably can't see it. After all, I'm just the master. After surviving the master battle, I should be able to escape the dungeon."
If he is allowed to participate in a demigod battle, even if it is only a part of the battlefield, the survival rate will be almost zero.
No matter how difficult the S-level dungeon is, this situation will never happen. There must be a chance of survival after all.
The president was silent for a second and sighed: "It's just as I thought. I guessed it when I saw the president of the Hunter Guild transformed into a smoker."
He drained the brandy in the wine glass, looked at Zhai Cai who was looking forward to it, shook his head and said:
"Don't think about it. It's impossible for me to take you out of the dungeon. It's a Dominant-level S-level dungeon. If I take you out forcibly, I won't be able to bear the punishment of the spiritual realm mechanism.
"If it were normal times, that would be fine, but now that the decisive battle between the lawful and evil camps is imminent, I cannot weaken myself at the critical moment. Once the decisive battle comes, I may die. It doesn't matter if I return to the spiritual realm, I am afraid that it will affect the final battle.
It's not normal for you to enter the S-level dungeon this time.
"Of course, you have another option, which is to give me enough flesh and blood tissue and spiritual blood, and I will make a clone for you, and I will look for an opportunity to resurrect you using the womb of the Mother Goddess in the future."
Zhai Cai's eyes lit up, and just when she was about to agree, the president added:
"However, the womb of the Mother Goddess is in the Military Bishop's General Altar. Whether it can be recaptured is still unknown."
Saying it means not saying it! Zhai Cai let out a breath: "It seems I have no choice."