Lord of the night.

Chapter 738: Terrifying when you think about it [Additional chapters 86 and 87 for the Golden Alliance Leader Wise Haichen (Ended!)]

Feng Dao looked at the group of people with a focused gaze and sighed softly.

"what happened?"

Fang Che asked.

“Those few.”

Feng Dao smiled faintly: "Three of them are my great-grandfathers, seven are my grandfathers, and there are about twenty of them, who are my uncles and aunts..."

"Their future in martial arts is cut off. With the sound of the great way and the fragrance of martial arts, they still cannot touch the barriers of martial arts..."

Fang Che frowned and asked, "Is there any solution?"

"no way."

Feng Dao said calmly, "In fact, they have already been damaged. They came here at the age of forty or fifty, and have been fighting here for nearly three hundred years... The blood shed by each of them is enough to weigh hundreds or even thousands of kilograms. The flesh chopped off by the enemy from each of them is also enough to weigh hundreds or even thousands of kilograms."

"Although the origin of martial arts seems to be still there, you and I both know that with such loss, how can it not damage the origin?"

“But they are the real evergreens, and they are also the heroes of this secret realm. It is because of them that the things and knowledge in the secret realm can be passed down from generation to generation. Many of those who have inherited their legacy have broken through to the Saint Emperor and left here, but they can only fight here until one day…”

Feng Dao said heavily: "...Death!"

"Why can't we go out?" Fang Che asked with a frown.

"If you don't break through the Saint Emperor, you will be regarded as a deserter in the secret realm..." Feng Dao said lightly: "...deserter!"

deserter.

These two words made Fang Che understand everything.

Why don't these people leave?

They have fought all their lives, they have risked their lives here. The entire secret realm depends on them to uphold the inheritance. If they are still labeled as deserters in the end...

Even if no one says anything, they just can't get over it in their hearts.

A lifetime of pride, a lifetime of fighting, a lifetime of glory, but just because you failed to break through and walk out of the Holy Emperor, you become a deserter?

So they would rather die here!
Keep fighting, keep fighting until... the day of death, when you are sealed in an ice coffin and carried out as a hero!
That is their only home!
"How many people like this are there?"

Fang Che asked via voice transmission.

"Fifty-two!"

Feng Dao already had a list in his mind. Every time he saw these fifty-two names, his heart ached.

But even if he is the captain, there is nothing he can do.

Even after giving the order, these people refused to go out!
"Give me the list later."

Fang Che said solemnly: "Now that you are not gone, I can't let go of my hands and feet. After you leave, I will think of a way to try."

"You have a solution? You actually have a solution?"

Feng Dao's eyes widened.

There aren't many treasures like this that can restore one's foundation, even in the Guardian Headquarters, right?
The relationship actually said there might be a way?

"You actually doubted me."

Fang Che was a little unhappy. He stretched out his hand in front of him, pointed at his finger, and said lightly: "Here, do you see this space ring?"

"I see. What's the matter? Do you think you are so awesome just because you have a space ring? You talk like everyone has one."

Feng Dao rolled his eyes, then he also stretched out his hand, imitated Fang Che, pointed at his finger and said: "Here, do you see this space ring?"

Fang Che looked at Feng Dao, once again showing a look of looking at him as if he were an idiot, and said calmly: "I have five of these things."

Feng Dao also imitated calmly: "This thing, I have... cough cough cough..."

Suddenly he choked, then his eyes widened: "How much...how much? How many do you have?"

"Poor thing, your hearing is not working well at such a young age."

Fang Che put his hands behind his back, then stretched them out again. He saw that there was a space ring on each of his five fingers. He said, "Here, do you see these five space rings?"

Feng Dao’s eyes bulged out: “……!!!”

Fang Che encouraged, "Put your hands behind your back and stretch them out again. Make five of them and imitate me speaking again so I can hear you."

"..."

Feng Dao's face turned red as the bottom of a pot, and he said angrily: "I won't extend my power any more!"

I am the only one, how can I change? This big brother is really not a human being!

Feng Dao felt like he was completely crushed.

Fang Che snorted and looked at him with a smile: "Does it look good? Isn't it spectacular? I wanted to collect ten of them, one on each of my ten fingers. Unfortunately, I couldn't collect them all."

"..."

It's really spectacular, but I don't want to say that.

Feng Dao swallowed his anger and asked, "Where did you get so many space rings?"

Fang Che took them off one by one and hid them, saying calmly, "How did you get them... Of course I killed the enemy and robbed them... Could anyone give me so many? Are you a commoner or not?"

"Don't talk to me like that!"

Feng Dao complained: "I can't stand this!"

"If you can't stand it, then why are you asking? You can even act cool in front of me?"

Fang Che left the original space ring and said, "I still have more than half of the space things in my space ring that I haven't taken out yet."

"???"

Feng Dao bared his teeth and said, "We've already taken out so much wine and meat, and there's still so much?"

Fang Che sighed and said, "The reason why I kept those things is because I can't fill these five rings with elixirs and the like."

Feng Dao staggered.

He held his temple with his hand: "Wait... I will slowly..."

I just felt dizzy.

Your five rings are filled with elixirs?!
What kind of a deity are you!
"Is it full of pills?" Feng Dao asked dazedly.

"Of course they can't be all pills." Fang Che looked at Feng Dao again with an idiot look in his eyes.

Feng Dao breathed a sigh of relief.

"That makes sense. How could the ring be filled with pills?"

"Of course there are other things, such as natural treasures, spiritual crystals and so on." Fang Che blinked: "The lowest grade of spiritual crystals are all top-grade."

The tone is like coaxing a child.

Feng Dao sat down on the ground, gasping for breath: "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."

"Is there nothing else? Like weapons? Where did you put them?" Feng Dao asked.

"I told you you're stupid and you still don't accept it."

Fang Che transmitted his voice: "Of course the weapons are in the head. These are all divine metals. Can't you see that? Second brother, your brain is not good, your ears are a little bit deaf, and even your eyes are not working well?"

"!!"

Feng Dao’s head exploded.

This time it was a complete explosion.

He just felt like he couldn't live any longer. His pride as the 'third generation genius of the three major families of Fengyuxue' was completely destroyed.

I had ten thousand dollars and I thought I was very rich.

But today I met Mahua Teng, and I even showed off my wealth and acted cool in front of him. Then I asked him: Are you jealous of me for being so rich?
"Can you feel relieved now that you can go out?"

Fang Che asked.

"I'm relieved, I'm relieved..."

Feng Dao nodded repeatedly, and his saliva formed an arc up and down as he nodded.

"Where did these things come from?" Feng Dao finally refused to give up.

"I stole it."

Fang Che looked at him in surprise: "Why are you still asking? Are you really confused?"

Feng Dao's eyes widened: "Did you really kill 100 million?!"

Fang Che groaned for a moment and said, "Strictly speaking..."

Feng Dao waited eagerly, thinking: Strictly speaking, it should be less than that, maybe ten million... Damn, ten million is shocking enough.

"Strictly speaking, it should be around 230 million."

Fang Che boasted.

In fact, it’s not really bragging. After all, there’s nothing wrong with him being blamed for all the killings by Sun Wutan.

"Two hundred and thirty million..."

Feng Dao's brain went blank due to the shock.

Now, he had only one thought in his mind: Who is this sworn brother of mine? After I get out, the first thing I will do is to find out!

Let’s see what kind of monster this is!
It really scared me.

Being with him every day is really unbearable for those with a weak heart.

"Is there something in there that can change one's qualifications?" Feng Dao continued to ask.

Like a curious little baby.

"What do you know so much about?"

Fang Che rolled his eyes and said, "You're almost out."

Feng Dao turned his head with a grin: "Brother, how old are you?"

"You're asking even though you've already called me Big Brother."

Fang Che said lazily: "Go out and ask around. You're doing yourself a disservice by calling me brother."

"yes, Sir."

Feng Dao grinned: "Brother, your face looks younger."

"I'm looking for a sister-in-law for you."

Fang Che sighed: "How can you pick up girls if you don't dress up to look good? Girls nowadays are very realistic. If you don't look good, they will just ignore you."

"Are all girls out there like this now?" Feng Dao was shocked.

"It's hard to describe in words!"

Fang Che had a sad face: "It is said that Master Ning Xuejian hasn't found a wife for thousands of years. He is still single. You know how difficult it is to find a wife outside now."

"……Grass!"

Feng Dao was furious: "Master Jian doesn't want to find one at all! Besides, what woman can stand Master Jian's icy cold look? He is just like the black ice in our cave. One look at him will freeze you!"

Speaking of Lord Ningxuejian, Feng Dao felt that he had a say again.

"Ice-cold, cold, so cold... hehe..."

Fang Che sighed and crossed his legs.

I couldn't help scratching myself.

Every time Fang Che heard people say that Lord Jian was "ice-cold," he felt itchy all over.

I couldn't help but want to scratch it.

Two days and one night of peace passed.

Finally, on this day, 700 Feng family members came out in full force, led by the captain and the vice-captain, and arrived at the battlefield.

On the other side, Bi Fangdong heard the news and rushed out with his men in a rage.

"Wind Knife!"

Bi Fangdong said with a fierce appearance but a weak heart: "You have already gained the upper hand, do you really want to fight to the death?"

"puff……"

Fang Che burst out laughing and said, "Captain Hutou, you are talking as if we have done something to you. We are all friends, sharing what we have. I don't have anything, and you have always been generous in helping me. What a great friendship."

Bi Fangdong said angrily: "Relationship, you talk so nicely, can you give me what I need here?"

"No."

Fang Che answered simply.

Bi Fangdong and everyone: "......!!!"

Fang Che said as a matter of course: "You don't lack anything over there, you are much richer than us. As a group of people who have a good life and got rich first, what's wrong with us taking some things from you? It means we respect you!"

Bi Fangdong was furious: "I don't need you to look up to me!"

Fang Che said: "So you want me to look down on you? As long as you say it, I will do it!"

Two throwing knives suddenly appeared in his hands and twirled around at his fingertips.

Bi Fangdong took a deep breath and said angrily, "I won't argue with you."

He hurriedly asked Feng Dao: "Feng Dao, what do you want from me?"

Feng Dao sighed in his heart, as if he had seen what happened to Hu Tou after he left. Facing such a weak relationship, he didn't even dare to offend him with words.

It's simply...unimaginable.

But players like Guan Xi who don't play by the rules are really a headache for everyone.

And Feng Dao couldn't figure out one thing, that is, why was Fang Che able to kill people of higher levels instantly?

Because Feng Dao himself knew how difficult it was to kill instantly.

But Fang Che could kill a group of them in seconds.

I, who am at a higher level, can’t instantly kill someone at a lower level, so how can Fang Che do it?
It can only be attributed to the effect of evil spirit, but why is his evil spirit so strong?
Of course, Feng Dao only guessed part of it, the other part was... whether it was Jun Lin, Sun Wutian's Hate Heaven Sword, or the advanced version of the Seven Blood Spirit Swords, or the Dragon God Halberd Jun Lin Spear...

All of them are the kind of fighting methods that can make one person fight against ten thousand troops. And they have always been the most murderous!

Especially the Hateful Heaven Sword, which is designed to kill people.

Killing someone only requires one sword! Then there is the power of the Infinite Sutra and divine weapons, the use of the Nightmare Night Demon magic... and more...

Although Feng Dao is powerful and talented enough, he is still far behind Fang Che.

"Tiger Head, I'm about to break through and leave here."

Feng Dao said bluntly, "I guess it will only take one or two days."

If Bi Fangdong had heard this news before, he would have been very excited, because he knew that his biggest obstacle was Feng Dao.

As long as Feng Dao leaves, he will be fully confident of taking down the secret realm soap on the opposite side.

Complete unification.

But now, Bifang Dong was not excited or happy at all, but full of anxiety. He asked, "After you leave, who will be the captain?"

Fang Che was trimming his nails with a small flying knife. Hearing this, he looked up and smiled like a harmless young man: "It's me."

Bi Fangdong let out a long sigh.

He really wanted to say: Feng Dao, don't leave, just stay and let this relationship go.

Thinking about how he would have to face this abnormal relationship for many years to come, Bi Fangdong felt like his head had become twice as big.

And this relationship will still be the captain in the future!

Bi Fangdong smiled bitterly: "Congratulations."

I made up my mind.

Feng Dao was about to break through and leave, and he was only one step away from breaking through to become the Saint Emperor.

We must seize the time to break through and then leave.

It's better to let others deal with the relationship. Otherwise... my life will be ruined by this relationship sooner or later.

"Then why are you looking for me?" Bi Fangdong snorted: "I am not your friend."

"After all, we have been fighting for so many years."

Feng Dao said with a sigh: "Although we are not friends, but enemies of life and death. But before I leave, I still want to fight with you. The heroic spirits of my Feng family who died in your hands are all looking at me."

He suddenly looked up to the sky and roared: "Tiger Head! Come here! Let me kill you before I leave!"

Bi Fangdong laughed cruelly: "Feng Dao, it seems that you don't want to go out! I will grant your wish to die here!"

With a whoosh, two curved knives were pulled out.

Feng Dao came forward with the knife in hand.

With a crazy knife, the tragic momentum of thousands of troops rushed towards him: "Look at the knife!"

The two fought madly.

Fang Che watched the two men fight intently. Both of them used the Saint King's aura to fight. This was Fang Che's special request.

He knew where his weakness was, which was his cultivation foundation. So in this battle, Feng Dao was required to fight as long as possible.

Allowing him to figure out any of Bi Fangdong's hidden cards.

Now Feng Dao's cultivation level is slightly higher than Bi Fangdong's. Therefore, when facing Feng Dao's fatal attack, Bi Fangdong can't hide anything no matter what.

This was Fang Che's final squeeze on Feng Dao.

a part of.

Sure enough, under Feng Dao's crazy and reckless attack, Bi Fangdong slowly began to fight desperately, because if he did not give it his all, he might really be killed by Feng Dao today.

You can only put everything aside and focus on countering the moves.

This pair of old rivals who have been fighting each other for decades, broke out their strongest sides here today.

Beside Fang Che are the three great Saint King masters, Wolf Fang, Wolf Heart, and Wolf Eye.

Constantly transmitting messages to him to explain everything, all the rules.

In every secret realm, the initial maximum capacity is two Saint King masters, because this is not a Saint King level secret realm, but a Saint level secret realm.

Two Saint Kings are allowed to lead the team. This is the initial limit.

The other Saint Kings were all Saints who slowly grew and broke through in this space. If they slowly grew up in this space and adapted to the rules of space, nothing would happen.

This is a very mysterious thing.

But there is an upper limit to the tolerance of space.

That is the nine Saint King masters, who are the ultimate limit.

Including all grades from the first to the ninth grade of Saint King.

If there are already nine Saint King masters in the secret realm, then even if all nine of them have grown and broken through to become Saint Kings in the secret realm, it is impossible for new Saint King masters from the outside world to come in!
And it can never be fully staffed at any time.

Because once someone suddenly breaks through, one of them will be randomly excluded by the space rules. If it is a low-level Saint King that is excluded, it is better, but what if the captain with the strongest cultivation is excluded?

Wouldn’t that be a catastrophic disaster?

These things were all the result of years of life-long experiments. Each secret realm has its own rules. Once it is conquered, the entire army will be annihilated. Even if the newcomers can take it back, they will have to explore these rules all over again.

So, those old people in the secret realm are all treasures.

I have to say, in the past few days since Fang Che came in, all he has been thinking about are rules, rules...

All the rules made Fang Che dizzy.

And the more I listened, the more I felt that the various rules of this secret realm were not only aimed at the guardians, but also at the Solipsistic Church!
And these rules, strictly speaking... are for the purpose of causing more deaths.

More high-level warriors died!
This was Fang Che's intuition. This intuition made no sense, but it took root in Fang Che's heart.

There are two groups of people in a secret realm. They must fight and occupy the other party's secret realm to seize a bit of luck.

How to occupy: Kill all the enemies.

After killing them all, you still have to guard against the enemy's counterattack.

Moreover, this counterattack lasted for a full 100 hours. In other words, during these 100 hours, you might be able to repel one wave in one hour. If you calculate it on average, you might even need to repel a hundred waves to hold on!
One hundred waves!

Fang Che felt his legs go weak just thinking about it. How many people would die? If we conquer the enemy here, most of us would die too, right?
How to repel the enemy's wave after wave of attacks without reinforcements?

Therefore, this kind of "occupation" is basically a lose-lose situation.

I'll kill you all, and I'll be almost dead too. The new people on your side won't have to spend much effort to annihilate us and occupy our side...

Then we will counterattack and kill you all... This will keep going on, and both sides are using the tactic of adding fuel to the fire.

And all the oil was added only after it was burned out.

After countless back and forth tugs of war, two new groups finally formed a confrontation when their strength was almost the same.

Restore to the original state of one half.

But who doesn’t want to expand territory?
So the two sides once again started a life-and-death war that lasted for years...

The more Fang Che thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

This is simply a consumption field.

The masters from both continents were constantly buried here. However, it was not possible not to bury them, because what was being fought for here was the fate of the continent!
The destiny of heaven and the destiny of the great way.

These two fortunes give both sides enough reasons not to give up, and they can only fight here risking their lives, generation after generation.

Even though I know this is a game of killing, I can't give up. I can only enter the game, keep entering, keep dying, and keep adding fuel!
And on this basis, all rules are designed to maintain balance.

This means that neither side is allowed to be crushed, and after truly conquering the opponent's secret realm, they must be able to defend it completely.

This point is grasped firmly!

For example, the number and rank of Holy Kings; the number and rank of members; the rules of life and death; and the divine stone of luck.

Everything is full of manipulation.

Fang Che watched the battle, analyzed Bi Fangdong's strength, and listened to the telepathic reports of the three people, conducting an in-depth analysis of the rules of the secret realm.

The more I think about it, the more I feel it, and it’s terrifying when I think about it.

Thinking back to when I came in, the passage was as densely packed as a spider web... How many secret realms are there?
How many people die every day?
Moreover, the starting stage here is the Venerable level.

As for the upper limit... According to the rule that a Saint Secret Realm can have a Saint King 9th Rank team leader, then in a Saint King level secret realm, there should be quite a few Saint Emperor 9th Rank team leaders.

Fang Che couldn't help but look up, looking at the sky that was completely covered by fog, with deep fear in his eyes.

Is the existence of this secret realm really just a struggle for luck between the two sides?

Perhaps there is also the consumption of human life? What would require the consumption of the flesh and blood of a high-level warrior?
Looking at the void, Fang Che felt an extreme indifference.

With extreme ruthlessness.

Yes, God?

Is it a so-called god who is controlling all this? He coldly watched the situation he casually set up, which led to the endless fighting among the people?

It has been like this for tens of thousands of years, with more than one trillion living beings on both sides of the continent.

What does He want to do? Why does He do this? Why does He set up such a plan?

Fang Che asked silently in his heart.

But he only felt terror.

(End of this chapter)