Peerless Killing God

Chapter 273 Enter Hell Battlefield!

However, the destructive power of this Samsara Jue is unquestionable. Long Feng felt that even the late Immortal Realm powerhouses would not dare to say that he could easily follow through on the Samsara Show with all his strength.

The three days were fleeting, and during these three days, Long Feng didn't go there. Apart from being familiar with the control of reincarnation, he wandered around the first hall a few times during the period. Seized the opportunity to deliberately make things difficult several times.

However, Long Feng dealt with it cleverly, and within three days, the number of Ghost Underworld Army was increasing, and Long Feng, the centurion, took up his post.

Tens of thousands of Ghost Underworld Army challenged one after another after half a year's competition, and Long Feng was already one of the dozen or so centurions who finally entered the Ghost Underworld Army.

And when he became a centurion, he naturally had to choose soldiers. In three days, more than 600 strong men were selected for the Ghost Underworld Army. bit.

Faced with the Centurion's selection of players, many people hope that their Centurion belongs to the strongest existence, but how the Centurion chooses is another matter.

On the grounds of the barracks, more than 600 ghost soldiers stood upright with their heads held high, and five centurions stood at the front. Naturally, Long Feng was also in line. Today is the day when he selects a hundred men, so he naturally has to be present .

In the hell battlefield, the role of subordinates is undoubtedly huge. This is the key to whether the centurion can survive to the end. Similarly, the team members also have great hopes for their own centurion. The stronger the centurion, the stronger they will be. The probability of surviving in the hell battlefield is also greater.

The top ten sects, the ten most elite legions, all of whom are strong in the Holy Spirit realm, will be bloody slaughtered on the battlefield of Hell for three years, and less than one hundred people can survive in the end.In the end, [-]% of the [-] strong will become the bones under the feet of others, and the glory of the living is to climb to the top step by step on these bones.

The five centurions were secretly observing more than 600 Ghost Underworld Army, and undoubtedly the most popular among them were those young and energetic young people, who can reach this level of cultivation at this age, it is a big background card A generation of outstanding talents.

As for those middle-aged candidates, no one cares about them. The older they are, the less people will choose them. After all, they think that such players are just casual cultivators without much strength.Qualifications are purely obtained by practicing longer than others and challenging opponents of the same level with stronger strength. This kind of person is cannon fodder to them. In their view, entering the hell battlefield will not be of much use to them. Any help is appreciated.

Looking around, Long Feng couldn't help frowning when he saw those young and energetic young people. Now he turned his eyes to those middle-aged men with graying hair but calm and introverted breath, and the corners of Long Feng's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

At the moment, Long Feng didn't wait for the other four to start selecting candidates, he kept extending and dropping his fingers, and the directions he pointed were all those middle-aged strong men with slightly graying hair.

"You... you... and you... are my team members from now on!" Under the astonished gazes of the other four, Long Feng selected all middle-aged and strong men, 100 people including the captain They are actually the kind of middle-aged strong men who have been here for more than half a year.

Seeing this scene, many people's eyes became a little strange. They had naturally heard of Long Feng's reputation. He was able to defeat Qin Wushuang. The younger generation definitely belonged to that kind of outstanding existence, but they never thought of it. The other party actually didn't choose those young strong men with outstanding talents, but chose these middle-aged strong men with poor talents that no one cared about.

"Everyone, could it be that you have an opinion on the subordinates I have chosen?" Seeing the strange gazes from the four of them, Long Feng said with a smile.

Hearing this, the four of them shook their heads slightly and said in unison, just joking that these people could be elected, not to mention having opinions, it’s too late to be happy, otherwise these middle-aged people with half a foot in the coffin would be left behind, they really don’t care Know what works for them.

Hearing this, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Long Feng's mouth, is it really good to be young?Maybe many people only see the surface but not the inside...

"Maybe you don't know why I chose you, but all you need to know is that if you want to survive to the end in Hell Battlefield, you just need to obey my orders completely." Looking at a group of suspicious eyes in front of him, Long Feng just He smiled and said.

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other, then nodded and said to Long Feng in unison: "I will obey the orders of the adults!"

"Very good!" Hearing this, Long Feng smiled and nodded, this is what he wanted, absolutely obey the order!The overall outlook of these middle-aged powerhouses is far from comparable to that of the younger generation. They know what it means to obey orders absolutely, and what it means to be neither arrogant nor impetuous.

It's not like the young strong men, who are supercilious, as if they are the strongest and the world revolves around them.Even if an order is issued, sometimes it sounds better to agree on the surface, but you may forget the order when you turn around.But these middle-aged people will not, they will definitely complete the order, because they know that sometimes an order is related to the lives of all of them.

If they want to succeed on the battlefield, the most basic point is that they must be a team with all their heart and soul, not a team of strong men who are disorganized and have no military discipline. Sometimes a pack of wolves is more impressive than a pack of tigers who can't cooperate. Fear.

"From now on, your lives no longer belong to you, but to everyone. Similarly, from now on, your family no longer belongs to you, but to everyone. If anyone dies on the battlefield, then his family is Even if one of our family members survives in the end, then that person will replace everyone and become the closest member of our family!" Looking at the crowd, Long Feng's powerful and exciting voice sounded in everyone's ears.

Everyone heard that they all shook their palms together, and looked at Long Feng with respect and passion from this moment on.

"Very well, it seems that you all understand what I mean. From today onwards, I will give special training to all of you. There is only one purpose. I want each of you to cooperate so that hundreds of people can work together, one person can move, and all of you can work together. Move!" Considering the special battlefield of Hell, Long Feng understood that fighting head-on is undoubtedly asking for death.

Of course, blindly hiding is also impossible, so there is only one way, and that is deterrence. He wants this [-]-member team to become the strongest team in the entire Hell battlefield that no one dares to provoke and no one dares to move.

Now there is less than a month before entering the Hell Battlefield, it is naturally impossible for Long Feng to train these people into peerless powerhouses in such a short period of time, the only way is to use formations.

With the power of a hundred people gathered together, and with the help of the power of the formation, his team may become the most powerful team in the entire hell battlefield.

But before that, he had to improve the tacit understanding of everyone's training, otherwise the formation would be messed up before the formation was displayed.

It's just that Long Feng has a problem today. The strong in the Nether Realm use the power of death, and among his formations, only the Great Death Formation can barely be used, but how to use it in the small team is another matter. It's quite a headache.

A month passed silently, but the entire Netherworld was already boiling, and countless people were paying attention to this once-in-a-hundred-year event.

In Ghost Underworld City, tens of thousands of strong men are floating in the void, that terrifying aura is enough to scare a group of people to death, and getting along for a month is enough for Long Feng and his group of men to be familiar with each other, and the cooperation between them is gradually becoming familiar. It has reached the level of perfection, and it has been completely achieved that one person can move, and a hundred people can move.

"Everyone, are you ready? It depends on the present to become famous!" Looking at his group, Long Feng said with a smile. While speaking, Long Feng was also extremely confident. He believed that his team was doomed. To smash the entire hell battlefield.

"My lord, it's already ready!" Hearing this, everyone nodded in unison. If they were still uneasy when they followed Long Feng just now, they are already full of confidence now, and their self-confidence It all stemmed from Long Feng's ghostly methods.

"Everyone, the Underworld Sect is waiting for your return. Those who can survive after three years, your glory will shine on the entire Underworld Sect, and even the entire Netherworld! Now, let's go!"

Suspended above the void, King Qin Guang, the lord of the first palace, finished his sentence with a smile. He waved his palm in the void, and a huge, pitch-black portal appeared in front of everyone. The portal had a pungent bloody smell. No need to think about it, they also know that behind this portal is the legendary Hell Battlefield.

"Let's go! Except for ourselves, anyone who appears in front of them is an enemy, even they!" With a wave of his hand, Long Feng glanced at his subordinates and then spoke coldly.

Everyone nodded silently when they heard the words. They knew that once they entered the battlefield of Hell, there would be no so-called allies. Everything was just for survival and the last glory.

"Whizzing……"

Like locusts all over the sky, the pitch-black army all poured into the portal at once, and Long Feng and his party in the hideous ghost armor also disappeared into the pitch-black portal in a blink of an eye.

Enter Hell Battlefield!It is bound to be close to death.No one knows who will die in the next moment, but everyone has only one goal, either to be killed or to kill someone!
In the dark red sky, the dark red earth, and the pitch-black space, one figure after another emerged in the midair, one after another rotten bones on the ground below them quietly telling the cruelty of the battlefield.

The Hell Battlefield is divided into two areas, separated by a huge black Styx River. Above the Styx River, there is a huge palace suspended above which is engraved with three large characters of Netherworld Hall.

His Royal Highness has ten bridges of life and death. After three years of bloody battles, the bridge of life and death will float down from above the palace of the Nether. Each of the ten bridges of life and death can only pass 100 people in the end, which means three years. 10 people, in the end no matter what, only 1000 people can leave Hell Battlefield alive.

(End of this chapter)