All players: I can choose my own dungeon rewards

Wang Zhifan accompanied the Seraphim Gilupa to visit several worlds, and finally she chose to stay on Earth, so Wang Zhifan arranged for her to be his personal secretary and housekeeper, and temporarily live in the villa. Her current task is to familiarize herself with human society.

In order to avoid misunderstanding, Wang Zhifan waited until the two maids, Yilin and Yali, returned and solemnly introduced the new partner to them.

The two maids were naturally unhappy at first about the "fatal beauty" appearing next to Wang Zhifan and living directly in their house. But when Jilupo inadvertently revealed the true form of Seraph and the powerful aura made them, as succubus queens, tremble, the two maids no longer had any ideas. They were willing to accept a powerful existence to join their master.

After finishing this matter, Wang Zhifan started to busy himself with his own things. He currently has a small goal, which is to upgrade the player level to 50. After the transaction supplement in Jinlin City, he feels that it is time to act.

"Which black card book should I play? The old three are not interesting, and the new ones are also ordinary. There is nothing I want to play... I'd better choose according to the relative difficulty and choose the type that I am best at speedrunning."

After thinking about it, Wang Zhifan focused his attention on the existing black cards, and after a quick analysis, he locked on one of them.

[Dungeon Card (Black) (Single): Ten Thousand Demons Tribulation]

[Instructions: After using this card, you will enter the high-difficulty dungeon Ten Thousand Demons Tribulation, where you will experience the purest and most brutal battle test. You can pass the level as long as you kill all the demons that invade your home. Please note that this dungeon may have enemies with excessive strength, so be prepared for a harsh battle.]

"That's it. It looks like it's mostly fighting and killing without too many twists and turns. It's my area of ​​expertise."

Without much hesitation, Wang Zhifan entered this difficult special volume called Wanmo Jie in the villa with the Qingdi Sword.

As the Extraordinary Game sent down a powerful force of time and space to cover him, his figure quickly fell into the time and space tunnel, but he remained awake throughout the whole process.

"If I force my way out of the space-time tunnel now, what will be the consequences? But looking at the strength of the space-time laws around here, I think it's impossible to get out casually, so I'd better not mess around."

With his increasingly powerful strength, Wang Zhifan's view on the Extraordinary Game has been constantly changing. In the past, the Extraordinary Game seemed to him to be extremely mysterious and supreme, and it was impossible for humans to understand it at all. Now the mysterious aura of the Extraordinary Game has faded for the most part. He still feels that it is very powerful, but it is extremely powerful within the scope of his understanding.

In a few seconds, he fell from the time tunnel and arrived at his destination, a piece of land that didn't look very special.

Looking around, the ground under your feet is neither barren nor fertile. There is a slightly muddy and winding river, a small forest several people tall, a thatched house beside the river that is not very beautiful, and children in cloth clothes walking through the forest.

"A typical ancient oriental style. It seems that the so-called Ten Thousand Demons should also be of the oriental fantasy type... But for a high-difficulty level, isn't this start a bit too peaceful?"

Recalling the last time he played a difficult level in the interstellar battlefield, he started flying a spaceship and fighting as soon as he entered. Wang Zhifan couldn't help but be a little surprised at the slow pace of the start. After all, he was holding the Qingdi Sword and was ready to chop wildly as soon as he entered.

"Red Deer!"

Since the dungeon was not stressful, he was happy to relax. He summoned his old friend, the red deer horse, which he had not ridden for a long time, and mounted it swiftly.

Then, he deliberately took a leisurely walk, letting the red deer horse carry him slowly on the ground, walking along the winding river, without any particular purpose and no intention of rushing to investigate the intelligence.

Because it is predictable that since the copy is called Ten Thousand Demons, the number of enemies will definitely be quite large. As long as the Ten Thousand Demons begin to invade, there is no reason why he cannot find them.

After a while, Wang Zhifan, riding on a red deer horse, passed by a small forest of trees that was not very tall. The cloth-clothed child who was originally playing in the forest was attracted by his extraordinary figure on the tall horse and ran out of the forest to watch.

Wang Zhifan smiled at the little guy who was looking at him curiously, and asked casually:

"Little doll, do you know where this place is?"

Hearing the question from the target he was observing, the boy blushed and replied with a slight stutter:

"This, this is... my home!"

"Your home? You live in that house by the river?"

After hearing this, Wang Zhifan turned and looked at the thatched hut not far away.

"Yes! My father and mother went to the market in the town over there, and left me to look after the house!"

This time the child answered more smoothly and even raised his finger to point in a direction.

Seeing this, Wang Zhifan knew that this was a suitable destination, so he nodded to the child and rode away slowly on his red deer horse.

Along the way, he walked through muddy dirt roads and passed fields with poor growth, and found that this might be an underdeveloped and sparsely populated world. There was not even anyone who would jump out to rob him.

It was not until he turned into a wide dirt road that he met the second group of pedestrians, two young men riding horses like him.

The two of them were walking in the opposite direction from him. Perhaps they sensed his extraordinary temperament and attire, or perhaps they were attracted by his majestic mount. When the two sides approached, they suddenly took the initiative to talk to him:

"My dear hero, please stay! Have you received the invitation from the Demon Slaughtering Villa?"

The leading young man immediately suggested.

"Become famous? Haha, let's leave the opportunity to others."

But Wang Zhifan laughed after hearing this, and decisively drove his red deer horse past the two men.

There was no other reason why he did not agree to the two of them. He just felt that the guidance process of this copy was too rigid. He did not want to follow it and wanted to go his own way.

So after the previous episode, Wang Zhifan quickly rode his horse in the opposite direction and arrived at a riverside town.

The town was very small, with what looked like only two hundred households. The housing construction was also very ordinary, with many houses showing signs of repair or being rebuilt, giving off a perfunctory feel.

He didn't need to enter the town to confirm that there were only four or five hundred people inside. The only inn was shabby and old and lacked appeal, so he gave up entering the town and turned into the wilderness.

"Just refer to the fate line. I want to see the enemy and start fighting as soon as possible."

When the initial relief disappeared and was replaced by boredom, Wang Zhifan decided to speed up the process and activated the power of the Ring of Destiny.

The Ring of Destiny, as a mythical item, instantly showed his experiences when he moved in different directions. Some of them were nothing happened, some were attacked by wild beasts, and some were special situations.

"There will be a lot of corpses in this direction, and the guys who created them, that's it."

After a brief selection, he rode his red deer horse into the sky, speeding up the progress of the dungeon, but it was still far from being his full effort.

About a quarter of an hour later, the red deer horse carried him across an unknown distance of thousands of miles and arrived at the foot of a high mountain with a cold climate.

The word "magnificent" can perfectly describe the scenery of the area in front of us, but what is very unsightly is that one of the high mountains is filled with evil spirits. Hundreds of human corpses have been frozen into ice and stuck in the soil, ranging from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside. And on the mountainside, there is a guy who is busy with the subsequent "planting people" task.

He was a middle-aged man who looked unremarkable. He had an ordinary appearance, neither tall nor short, and was wearing a tattered cotton jacket. But the strange thing was that there was a black coffin next to him. The corpses in the coffin seemed endless. All the corpses he took out came from the coffins and were forced into the hard mountain by him.

Wang Zhifan descended from the sky on his red deer horse and landed directly in front of the busy middle-aged man on the mountainside. He showed neither hostility nor kindness, just quietly looking at the other person.

The man who was busy planting the corpse seemed unaware that someone was trying to stop him. He continued to meticulously fiddle with the frozen human corpse in his hands. He grabbed the corpse's waist with both hands and inserted it firmly into a hard stone under his feet.

Until he took out a corpse from the black coffin beside him and stuck it on the ground, then came to the feet of the red deer horse that Wang Zhifan was riding.

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"Get out of the way."

The middle-aged man still didn't seem to be very emotional at this moment. He just urged Wang Zhifan impatiently to get out of the way and not block the way.

Wang Zhifan also rarely took action directly, but sat on the horse and looked down at the horse and replied:

"Let them go."

"court death!"

The middle-aged man became furious when he heard this. He raised his eyes and looked at Wang Zhifan on horseback. If you look closely, you can find that the area around the two of them is showing layers of cracks in the rocks caused by explosions. Those are the external effects brought about by the eye contact and confrontation.

But Wang Zhifan was unmoved. He sat steadily on the horse's back, and in just two seconds, he forced the corpse-planter to retreat several feet. His heels even pushed the black coffin backwards. It was obvious that the corpse-planter had lost the competition.

"You arrogant bastard! You can't save anyone today!"

Even though he was crushed, the middle-aged man who planted the corpse was not afraid at all. He suddenly grabbed the black coffin behind him and smashed it hard on the ground.

In an instant, the frozen corpses that he had originally planted into the mountain shot out from the soil or rocks like rockets, and collectively suspended in the air, forming a strange and terrifying array of corpses, as if a huge flying sword surrounded Wang Zhifan!

It was the first time that Wang Zhifan saw such a strange fighting method, which made a living person become the same as a corpse, but did not use the usual means of controlling corpses. Instead, it used the living people as weapons, which was very roundabout.

However, when subsequent attacks came, he also understood the advantage of this method, that is, each flying sword composed of frozen people has an independent mind. Their minds can control the attack by themselves and cooperate with other similar ones to achieve a very terrifying joint attack effect.

I saw ice men flying in the sky, the power in their bodies gushing out, forming exaggerated auras, wrapping their stiff bodies and rushing towards Wang Zhifan on horseback.

Their attack was very powerful at the cost of consuming their remaining vitality. More importantly, there was a middle-aged man holding the black coffin with one hand ready to attack. He did not need to control it carefully, and would only wait for Wang Zhifan to react before attacking.

On the other hand, Wang Zhifan faces a problem, that is, all the ice men attacking him are actually living people who are controlled. In a sense, fighting with them is murder. Even if he ignores them, it is not appropriate. Killing all the ice men in a short time will greatly increase the evil spirit of this mountain, which will then be another kind of attack.

In short, the attack method of this opponent seems monotonous but is actually three-dimensional, with many deceptions and conspiracies involved.

Faced with such a dilemma, Wang Zhifan was not nervous at all, just a little curious. He did not think about killing his opponent immediately, but planned to explore the opponent's attack method and then formulate targeted strategies.

Obviously, directly killing the middle-aged man holding the black coffin is a feasible solution, although it may lead to some chain reactions.

The other is to break the move, which can best achieve the goal, but is the most difficult.

"You like the living dead, so you will suffer the consequences!"

In an instant, Wang Zhifan drew out the Qingdi Sword and slashed out. As his blade fell, a certain solid connection was destroyed. All the ice men surrounding Wang Zhifan changed direction and rushed towards the middle-aged man in the black coffin.

The middle-aged man who controlled all the icemen was suddenly shocked. He felt that his works were out of control and were surrounding him with deep hatred, which meant they were betraying him.

"How could this be!"

Such a thing was impossible in his cognition, but it was happening before his eyes. Shocked, he quickly lifted the black coffin, trying to use the power of the black coffin to take back all the rebellious ice men.

Upon seeing this, Wang Zhifan immediately activated the power of space to seal the black coffin, instantly breaking his response, but the other party did not notice it at first, until the ice man rushing towards him passed the black coffin and discovered the abnormality.

At this time, the middle-aged man in the torn cotton jacket quickly used another level of power, the evil spirit condensed from the mountains. These evil spirits formed into a long dragon like a dark cloud, sweeping towards the ice people.

Wang Zhifan watched everything that happened calmly, allowing the evil dragon and the flying ice people to mix together, creating many frozen human body fragments with hot blood.

Finally, when the two sides' strength was almost the same, he crossed the stalemate and shouted to the middle-aged man in the black coffin:

"How long are you going to hide? Show your true strength!"

These words sounded a bit strange to the middle-aged man. He didn't understand what Wang Zhifan meant, because he thought he was fighting very seriously, but the black coffin in his hand gave him the answer.

The black coffin suddenly broke away from his hand and turned into a long, dark evil creature, which swallowed him in one gulp. Then the monster quickly absorbed all the evil spirits, living people, and corpses. After a heavy burp, it said to Wang Zhifan:

"Well... finally there is an opponent worthy of my seriousness." (End of this chapter)