Apocalypse Paradise

The means of transportation to the outside world are no longer flying spirit beasts, but shuttle-shaped creations called spaceships, which are trophies obtained by the mechanical race.

It is said that each round trip of the spacecraft requires a huge amount of energy, which requires the full infusion of the saint. Fortunately, the captured spacecraft has a charging core, so there is no need for a saint to charge it every time it is started.

As soon as Wang stepped onto the spacecraft, the not-so-spacious cabin could only accommodate five people. I heard that the mechanical race had larger spaceships, but those spacecrafts were more confidential and would automatically explode once captured.

The spacecraft Wang Yi is riding on is called Tianqi Pilot, and the artificial intelligence inside is named Xiaotian.

Wang Yi followed the electronic sound prompts to fasten his seat belt and put on various devices.

A purple light curtain flashed outside the spacecraft, and the engine at the tail roared, like a meteor passing by. Wang Yi felt a sudden weightlessness and a strong pushing sensation on his back.

The spaceship sailed in the sky, and Wang Yi gradually got used to the special feeling of riding it. There were channel prompts on the electronic screen in front of him.

It is expected to take another three hours to arrive outside the territory.

After gradually becoming familiar with some functions of the spacecraft, Wang Yi selected the skylight mode, and the surrounding scenery was mapped to the interior through the electronic eyes.

Wang Yi could clearly see that he was sailing in a dark environment.

"Xiaotian, where is this?"

"According to records, this space was named the Dark Universe by hundreds of tribes. It is an exclusive channel for interstellar navigation and can greatly shorten the time of interstellar navigation."

At the human border on the outer battlefield, several purple haloes of light flashed, and spaceships jumped out of the halo.

The huge interstellar fortress is suspended. Behind the interstellar fortress, you can see a huge earth-yellow planet reflecting the faint light. That is the Apocalypse Star, and this fortress is the frontline Tianzhen Pass that only the king of the human race is qualified to know. .

On the waiting platform of Zhentian Pass, a human saint named Ding Jiuwu disguised his identity, holding a complex formation disk and playing with it while looking at the purple halo of light, as if he was waiting for someone.

The black ring on Ding Jiuwu's hand emitted an inconspicuous blue light, "Here we come." Putting away the formation plate, Ding Jiuwu scanned the people coming and going under his sunglasses.

"We're finally here." The spacecraft docked at the port, and Wang Yi's seat belt was automatically untied.

The black ring that Principal Lin Mo gave him before leaving also exuded a faint blue light.

After stepping off the spaceship, Wang Yi followed the flow of people and walked forward slowly. In addition to humans like Wang Yi, there were also some other races coming and going. However, although he was curious, he did not show it and followed the crowd with a calm expression.

"This way." A gentle voice suddenly sounded, and Wang subconsciously looked in one direction. A young man with black hair wearing sunglasses was waving to him.

Wang Yi walked towards the young man with a hint of vigilance and doubt.

Ding Jiuwu looked at Wang Yi who was about to speak, and gestured, "Shh! This is not the place to talk to me."

Then he turned around and motioned for Wang Yi to follow. Wang Yi followed Ding Jiuwu onto an unmanned high-speed train. The two sat face to face, observing each other.

Ding Jiuwu held up his sunglasses with his hand, his light red eyes showing a little curiosity.

Following Ding Jiuwu out of the car, the two walked to the corner of a pavilion. Ding Jiuwu checked that no one was paying attention to them. With a wave of one hand, the two disappeared.

Wang Yiyi was in a daze. The surrounding environment changed from the corner of the pavilion to a conference room.

Ding Jiuwu's appearance changed, his black hair turned into off-white hair, and his attire changed from a black coat to a black and white robe. The only thing that remained unchanged was his light red eyes.

At this time, Ding Jiuwu was sitting on a bench, "Welcome to the battlefield outside the territory. This is the Tianzhen Pass of the human race."

Looking at the seventeen people in the audience, with all kinds of clothes and hair, Wang Yi would have thought this was the scene of a killing of Matt, if it weren't for the aura of Lin Yuan.

"Don't be shy. The people in front of you are the core of the human race, the saints, and of course there are some. They are all on duty and don't have time to see you now, but your information has been given to them."

"Good boy, you're going to create such a big scene right from the start." But the strange thing is that Wang Yi didn't feel nervous. Instead, he looked at the saints calmly.

Seeing Wang Yi's performance, some saints nodded with satisfaction. Although they did not take the initiative to release the saint's momentum, there are so many saints here, and the majesty of the saints alone is far beyond the ability of a high-level emperor to stand calmly. of.

"The Holy Election, which takes place every ten years, is approaching. Originally, you were not included in our plan this time, but the general overcame all objections to ask you to come. I don't know whether this is good or bad for you, so I ask you again, If you don’t want to participate in this holy election, you still have a chance to withdraw. After all, you are still young and you have a lot of time.”

"Thank you Saint for the reminder, I am willing to participate."

"it is good."

"Then Old Ding, get ready!"

"It's already been prepared!"

Ding Jiuwu took out the formation disk, and many saints in the conference room stretched out their hands, and colorful rays of light poured towards the formation disk.

The speed of the rotating formation disk suddenly increased, and then illusory scenes were emitted. Then the formation disk stopped rotating and turned gray again.

But Wang Yi has disappeared, "Twelve-year-old senior emperor, this kid has a lot of luck, I hope he can pass the test."

"How about taking a gamble, Lao Zhou?"

"No gambling, get out."

"Where's Lao Chai?"

"Definitely next time."

"It's boring, it's boring."

"If I wait another ten years to hone my skills at such a young age, I can hope to become a saint!"

"Old Zhou, why did you forget the general's words? Now we are experiencing a great change that has not happened in a century. Geniuses are coming to the world from all races. Nowadays, geniuses are like crucian carps crossing the river, one step at a time, one step at a time."

"Hey, I just feel that it is a pity that although the Holy Election is held every ten years, not every election can produce a saint."

Listening to Lao Zhou's words, all the saints also fell into a brief silence. The test of the saint selection cannot be explained, and future generations will have less experience. Fortunately, this is the case for all races, and it is fair. This is also the Apocalypse Star. It’s because those who come after you can get the upper hand.

The cruelty of the Holy Selection can even lead to fratricide. Even if there are ten places, only two or three can come out. Even if they come out, they still have to bear psychological pressure. Once they have doubts about their own path, there is no hope for the Saint.

Wang Yi was staring at the formation plate when he was suddenly sucked in. The saints were also exhausted and did not give any warning.

When he opened his eyes in a daze, a sharp blade with cold light came towards him, "Fuck."

When Wang Yi reacted, it was too late. He could only watch as the blade slashed into his chest, his clothes were instantly cut open, and a scarlet blood spattered out.

Wang Yi condensed his weak elemental power and thrust his mark finger directly into the opponent's eye. He grabbed the knife and slashed horizontally.

The great head is thrown high!