These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 401: Fighting, superiority in IQ!

"The fighting has started again!" Someone shouted, "Run, run to the city wall area. The city wall area was safe last time."

Everyone in the entire Central area was excited.

"The Saint must be on a secret visit! Could it be that he has arrived already?"

"It's an assassination! It's an assassination!!"

But what they didn't expect was that the local government acted faster than them and seemed to have been prepared.

The arks that had not yet been sold, carrying the cities and families living in the central ring, quickly arrived at the city walls of the outer ring.

A circular Colosseum was formed again.

"What a bunch of rubbish! They have all left the capital, and they don't even dare to attack my Dharma image with their true form."

Looking at this group of enemies descending, the saint's face suddenly showed a hint of fanaticism. "Do you still think that your true forms may not be able to defeat even my Dharma form?"

"Or maybe, you are all dead? Your true bodies cannot leave the tomb, but you just think you are still alive?"

He raised one hand, looked up to the sky and grabbed, crushing an attacking Dharma image of Yi Xin Jing.

Chang Wudao's huge figure pressed hard on the ground and sneered, "You are the dead one. Why don't you leave the capital? I'm afraid you can't come out. You can only come out in your Dharma form, you earth-bound spirit."

Chang Wudao looked at the other person with contempt.

He felt that the other person was really pathetic.

A dead man, an earthbound spirit, but he thought he was still alive.

A sense of superiority over others in terms of intelligence arose in his heart.

And Xin Xichen also flashed a trace of contempt:
"I have to stay in the capital and cannot go out, but you are the one who ignored the fact that you are dead. Your logic is flawed and you can't understand no matter what I say. It's really pitiful!"

Xin Xichen's tone also carried a sense of superiority that crushed his IQ, "He didn't know he was dead, living like a clown, a dead man, a bound earth spirit, thinking he was still alive."

It was obvious that Chang Wudao was completely annoyed.

That's obviously what I'm saying to you!

It seems that the logical flaws of this last saint are simply untenable.

But yes.

What can I say to such a pathetic person?
It's just a regret, a suicide note.

"You are just an old saint, just wait and see my magic."

Chang Wudao let out a low growl.

laugh! ! !
A blood-red beam of light suddenly shot up into the sky, and air waves exploded continuously.

The people in Central had already evacuated, and the buildings in the entire Central disintegrated in an instant, turning into powder, melting into a cloud of dust that dissipated in the wind.

Doukouhong, Xinyi Baishan, Xinyiyun and others had already hidden in the dark corners of the city wall, watching the battle.

This horrifying scene shocked everyone on the circular wall of the Colosseum.

Huge figures broke through the heavy clouds in the sky. Countless air currents and clouds swirled around their bodies at high speed, forming vortices, making it almost impossible to see their figures clearly.

Chang Wudao fought for only a few moments, and was obviously losing step by step. He suddenly roared, "There is the way, there is the way of man, there is the way of the king"

As he roared, other figures who had reached the state of transformation walked out.

"For countless years, these are the descendants that I have nurtured, and then I take over their bodies."

Chang Wudao sneered, licked his lips, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes:
"I have accumulated the power of the six gods. How should you respond?"

Chang Wudao's eyes glowed a bloody red.

Xin Xichen just glanced at him, feeling indifferent.

The existence in these tombstones is basically like this.

Since he had almost no ability to grow after his death, he used the Dharma image to go incognito, cultivate young talents, develop power, and then kill the other party and control them.

In the storybooks, there are often strange encounters with remnant souls, mysterious masters, and ancient great powers.
In fact, it is true.

It is these ancient tomb monsters who lure those young geniuses and do these sinister things.

"However, the few he has cultivated over the years should be able to burn a batch."

Xin Xichen smiled and felt calm.

Just a dead man.

The person he was fishing for was Chang Wudao, and he knew that he would be the first one to come.

It was just an introductory book on the royal family. He thought that it was his first time to attack the royal family, but he had already forgotten the memory of his countless deaths.

When the Xin Dynasty royal family was at its peak, those arrogant guys who had the courage to attack the royal family basically fell into their trap!

Ambushes, assassinations, and various traps were set to trick them out.

Only those tomb owners who knew how to endure and never took action against their royal family had never killed them!
What he needs to guard against are these forbearing, cunning people who have never killed anyone and whose backgrounds are unknown.

But it was precisely because the other party was forbearing that he was easily certain that the other party would not dare to attack at will.

Only such reckless and lawless people would attack.

"How sad!"

The eyes of this last saint were filled with a hint of coldness:

"Those who have a chance to kill me don't dare to come and kill me. Only those who don't have a chance to kill me will come. This is logic, inherent logic. It was like this hundreds of thousands of years ago, and it is still like this today!"

Xin Xichen slowly raised his hand and said calmly: "The dead have been thoroughly investigated and recorded in the royal archives. Why should we be afraid?"

Rumble!
Eight defensive towers were once again erected on the ground in the central ring.

Chang Wudao felt something was wrong. The other party had only released a tall tower before, which was obviously an attempt to lure people over?
He has already built nine of them.

However, with only nine buildings, it is obvious that they are far from being completed.

In the next second, eight ancestors of the outer ring of the city wall entered the middle ring and moved into the tower.

The Earthbound Spirit has a limited range.

They cannot go to the inner ring, and the limit of their movement range is the middle ring, so build these defense towers in the middle ring.

Wow!
One figure after another moved into the defense tower.

Thousands of ancestors on the city walls behind them injected energy into the towers and gathered on the defense towers.

The Sword Fairy was also sitting in the center of a defense tower.

"Go ahead!"

The Sword Fairy yelled.

The energy from the outer city wall was injected into the nine defense towers in the middle ring. The nine defense towers formed a circle, and rays of light rotated and converged on the Sword Fairy.

"cut!"

As a sword light fell, shaking the earth.

Originally, a combined attack would at most cause serious injuries to Huawojing.

Even a group of masters at the One Mind Realm with a group of divine weapons could withstand it. But the current power actually killed a Dharma image at the Transformation Realm.

"These are just nine defense towers, which has raised the level to a higher level."

Just when Chang Wudao thought that the end was here, a scarecrow quickly covered the image of the fallen Huawojing, taking over the magpie's nest.

An unprecedented scarecrow king stood up!
And that’s not all. The spirits of those nine defense towers were still flashing terrifying mutterings, hiding, and growling.

This defense tower has no spirit at all.

It was the sound of madness and confusion.

The reason comes from a suggestion from a pilgrim:
"This artifact spirit has excellent anthropomorphic skills, but have you ever thought about the other way around, not being so human-like, and making it very unlike a human?"

"Making the weapon spirit crazy, injecting a large amount of resentment, regret, and hatred into it until it loses its mind, this may not be very humane, but it is also a way."

Players learn from experience.

Aren’t these the folks who lived there when the three flowers bloomed?

He was crazy and mad, talking all the time about "three flowers", "the gate to immortality has opened", and "I have become a Taoist priest".

They are planning to create a player version of the folks' ramblings.

then.

They drove a certain player's weapon spirit crazy!

The soul of the weapon spirit is filled with the pain, torture, and mutterings of each player before their death.

The nine tall towers actually share the same insane spirit, and are all chanting spells madly.

"Hahaha!"

"Swim, swim!~"

"Brother, you smell so good."

“Coo-coo-coo!~”

"Who am I? Who am I?"

It was like the eighteen levels of hell. On the nine high towers, the lingering thoughts of the players before their death seemed like an extremely gloomy and resentful scene.

The black smoke billowed, and the nine monks on the nine defense towers were accumulating energy again, seemingly starting to incubate the next wave of attacks.

"not good!"

Chang Wudao's expression changed slightly.

"I know you are all watching the show, so now is the time to lend me a hand!"

Unfortunately, there was no echo from the entire battlefield.

He was left to fight alone.

dark place.

Several powerful ancient tomb beings watched this scene silently.

"Chang Wudao, it's really pathetic, he's already dead but still thinks he's alive."

"The same is true of the last saint. He died when the dynasty fell, but he is still alive with resentment, thinking that he has not yet been defeated."

"Two beings, both mocking each other's death, how hilarious!!"

These beings in the shadows have a sense of superiority in terms of intelligence and look down on others.

It feels like it crushes them.

Only he was still alive, hiding in the tomb, watching the changes of the times, the clouds rolling and unrolling, and even witnessing these two dead people, just two earth-bound spirits, performing a ridiculous farce!

And why do they know that Chang Wudao is dead?
It was because during the Xin Dynasty, they hid in the dark and saw Chang Wudao doing the same thing as today, rushing out recklessly.

In the end, he was surrounded and killed by Xinchao!

"Just a pathetic logical creature."

Someone sneered, "If his mind is known, he will be tricked into falling into a trap once, and he can be tricked into falling into it countless times."

"I am the only one who is different."

His voice was majestic and ancient. "I personally witnessed him being surrounded and killed. How do I know this attack was not a trap?"

"He was deceived, but I will not be deceived."

"He just lost a group of Dharma images. If we ignore him, we won't lose anything. It's better to let these dead people find out the true background of this saint."

They are surprisingly stable.

But they don’t know that while they are scolding the other party’s inherent logic, aren’t they also following the inherent logic themselves?

Some people are rushing according to logic.

Some people are following logic.

They were cautious and did not dare to act rashly, and their plans were guessed by this pilgrim saint.

The major holy places in Kyushu.

Real living people of today watched this scene silently.

The ancestor of the Doukou family laughed and said, "I can already guess that many ancient beings are now in joy and have a sense of superiority, watching the dead fight while they themselves are still alive and feel superior."

"And this sense of superiority belongs only to us living people." An ancient being from the other side of the sea spoke.

Xin Yi in the white robe smiled and said, "We can't just act rashly. We are a family of living people and have ties with each other. If we are labeled as traitors, and this saint surrounds and suppresses us afterwards, it will be difficult to deal with."

Everyone looked at Xin Yi, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "You are clearly speaking for your family."

Xinyi smiled, "You don't want to attack either, do you? Our Xinyi family has reached the top, my old friends, and we are still the king of Jiuzhou. Why do we need to make such a mess?"

The aristocratic families from the other eight continents indeed thought so.

It’s not impossible to change the saint!
This saint is from the Xinyi family and knows everything about him. Why bother?

Almost all big families will choose to be prudent rather than aggressive!

What's more, they are already at the top now. What benefits can they gain by making further advances?
To compete for the position of saint?

But that's too slim.

It would be better to continue to be one of the nine kings in the world!

What they have to do is to defend their foundation which has already reached the top, and even resist the rebels.

at this time.

Everyone was amused and confused when they saw this scene. They looked at that group of dead people with a sense of superiority, as if their IQ crushed them and their brains had taken the upper hand.

At this moment, a handsome young man from the Qiangwei family spoke softly:
"You laugh at the superiority of the dead, but how do you know that we are not dead now? We are just a superior clown who thinks he is still alive."

Suddenly, everything fell silent.

The sense of superiority in my heart suddenly disappeared, and the people present were back to the dilemma of whether I was dead.

(End of this chapter)