Apocalypse Paradise

"Huh!" Wang Yi let out a long breath, raised his head and opened his arms in a hug, "Ha!"

Humanoid corpses were scattered messily behind him. None of them was complete. They were all neatly chopped into two or more sections by Wang Yi.

The originally clear lake water was dyed light red, and there were scattered humanoid body parts floating in the lake.

In Wang Yi's opinion, apart from the initial first level, this time alone should be the fastest and cleanest.

But looking at the seventy-three deaths, this stage was also extremely painful. The tight feeling of nerves being stretched again and again, and the numbness of no hope made Wang Yi miserable.

But fortunately, Wang Yi did not give up, but tried again and again. Even if the price of failure was the painful experience of death, he did not back down.

Putting down his arms, Wang Yi washed his face with the fishy lake water and combed his messy short hair back with his hands, revealing his indifferent eyes and handsome face.

Fine ripples appeared on the lake surface, reflecting Wang Yi's half body. He stood up and walked towards the door that appeared out of thin air after he killed the humanoid.

The light dissipated, "Huh?" Wang Yi looked at the person who looked exactly like himself opposite.

The water mist quickly obscured Wang Yi's sight, and water explosions exploded around him one after another.

Wang Yi could only quickly enter the blade state and wave his palm to cut away the shock caused by the explosion, but the water balls seemed to be flowing in an endless stream. Wang Yi's eyes were bleeding, but he could not stop. If he stopped, he would be buried in the water mist. under the water polo.

Until he was exhausted, Wang Yi sighed and began to enter the familiar darkness. In the darkness, the old man holding the knife still looked at him with cold eyes.

As if the banter that Wang Yi saw before was all an illusion, Wang Yi opened his eyes and turned back after feeling the familiar feeling of being cut to pieces.

This time there was no hesitation, and he quickly entered the blade state and charged straight at the opponent. Wang Yi was very familiar with his previous fighting methods, so he knew that when facing his former self, he must take the initiative in the battle.

After slashing away several water balls blocking his way, Wang Yi struck mercilessly against a person who looked exactly like himself, hitting the vital point directly.

Wang Yi's blade condition and shooting speed meant that the imitator had no time to use the water mist technique, and was killed by Wang Yi's hand.

Blood surged, and with a single cut, the door to pass appeared.

"So simple?" Wang Yi opened the door with a little doubt.

"Sure enough." Looking at the nine imitators standing scattered, this illusion can really be brought to life. Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Yi quickly entered the blade state and attacked.

After killing three imitators in a row, Wang Yi helplessly looked at the increasingly dense mist and sighed, "Come on!"

"Come again!"

"Come again!"

"Come again!"

In the secret room of Zhentian Pass, a new batch of saints were waiting. The hour hand of the mechanical clock hanging on the wall had already pointed to twelve, which meant that Wang Yi had been in the array for twelve hours!

There was only one person who stayed in the formation for such a long time before, but now that person has already become famous on the battlefields outside the territory. He is the first person under the general to suppress the martial arts leader of the Heavenly Army and win over Tiance.

After learning the news, many saints also became interested. If the human race comes up with another winning strategy, they will have more confidence in the changing situation.

After reading the messages sent by the saints, General Zhentian's frown relaxed slightly, and he reached out to touch the side, but after staying in mid-air for a moment, he took it back.

The light screen on the table kept flashing and encrypted messages were transmitted, waiting for the general to process.

Wang Yi started the reincarnation of death, darkness enlightenment, and return.

"Come again!"

Wang Yi had already killed two people and returned to the darkness. This time he did not immediately turn back after realizing that he would be cut to pieces. Instead, a drop of transparent water appeared, and then solidified into ice. The ice existed for a moment and then returned to the darkness. Becomes angry.

In the transformation of the three forms of liquid, solid and gaseous, Wang Yi was like an electric shock, and various details of the battle in the level flashed one by one.

Wang Yi fell into a moment of epiphany in his memories. When he opened his eyes, he did not launch the first attack but waited for the water mist to spread and for the water balloon to explode.

However, when the water ball approached, it suddenly solidified and turned into an ice ball, floating quietly beside Wang Yi, and the water mist suddenly disappeared and turned into tiny particles falling down.

Nine imitators were exposed around Wang Yi without hiding anything. The nine people cooperated with each other, but the water mist turned into hoarfrost as soon as it appeared, and the water polo turned into ice balls as soon as it appeared.

The Way of Water: Ice Condensation, countless ice balls exploded and turned into ice knives all over the sky. With the blessing of the blade state, the ice knives scattered towards the imitator with a sharp aura.

In an instant, it penetrated the water shield in front of the imitator and turned it into a hedgehog. The transparent ice blade went in and the blood-red ice blade came out. The nine imitators fell one after another.

"Ahem!" Wang Yi stumbled and fell down, pretending to be furious. The blade state and the ice condensation were too much consumption. Although he only had three breaths, it was not something he could bear at this time.

With a breath of cold air, Wang Yi stood up and slowly walked to the door.

The picture he expected when he opened his eyes did not appear. Instead, a group of saints looked at him with curious eyes, as if they were looking at some extraordinary treasure.

"Hey, hey, that's it, stop looking, you're scaring the child!" Lao Zhou yelled in a rough voice, but he was the one closest to Wang Yi.

"Hello, saints!" Wang Yizheng was about to ask about the formation, but his eyes were attracted by the dim formation disk. It was none other than the horizontal 8 symbol.

"You're a very good boy. It looks like you've gained a lot. I can't even see clearly what's going on with you!"

"Zhou Shengmiao praised it! I have a question, I wonder what the symbols on this array mean."

"Oh, this! I don't know, but this thing was brought out by the general from the Holy Selection. I only know that it is something similar to a contract. This is why even if we have used the formation disk and participated in the Holy Selection, we cannot stay. for any information about them."

"Just have a good rest these days!"

"Didi didi, level three warning, a foreign saint has invaded Zhentian Pass."

"Huh?" Upon hearing the alarm, all the saints opened their bracelets one after another, and a red warning message flashed on the light screen.

"Wang Yi, you stay here first, let's go check on the situation."

After saying this, all the saints fled the secret room, leaving Wang Yi alone.

"Saint of the Yu Clan, why are you here at our human camp?" General Jing walked out of Zhentian Pass and stepped into the void to look at the Yu Clan in the distance.

"Haha, the Lord God has a destiny. We are here to inform all the tribes that changes are coming. During the Holy Selection, we will discuss with the Dragon God, Phoenix God, and Machine Emperor to start the selection competition and redistribute the Holy Selection places."

After listening to the words of the Yu clan saint in front of him, Jing Xing pondered for a moment, "I already know, what else is there?"

"It's been ten years since the two feathered tribes signed a non-aggression treaty! I want to have a discussion with the saints of your human race." The eyes of the twelve feathered wings behind the feathered tribe's saint, Yaleli, were full of provocation. .