God-level Punishment System

"The host kills the sinner Mao Xiu, gains 5.3 million martial arts points, and gains 4,400 penalty points."

"The host completes the penalty task, and the reward is 75,000 penalty points!"

Wang Haochen slowly retracted his bloodied fists, listening to the prompt sound from the punishment system, his expression relaxed slightly.

Mao Xiu lasted only three minutes before he was punched and killed.

Under the dual effects of his attack and erosion power, Mao Xiu didn't even display 50% of his combat power. If he was outside, he wanted to kill Mao Xiu by no means so easily.

With nearly 80,000 more penalties, the penalty system can last for more than 20 minutes. This adventure is a great reward.

He leaned over and took off the silver armor and green robe of Mao Xiu, waved his hand into the storage space, then swept his eyes, and took off the space ring from Mao Xiu's hand. Then he stood up, just as he wanted to When he left, he found that as Maoxiu's body was eroded and his flesh and blood shrank, a golden mask on his face was peeled off.

"He used this golden mask to change his appearance and conceal his soul?"

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

It is not difficult to change the appearance, but the thing that can change the soul's breath is a rare treasure. Until now, he only knew that Luo Ye had such a treasure.

Picking up the mask, seeing that there was nothing noteworthy on Mao Xiu's body, his figure moved and flew away.

"More than twenty minutes, plus the silver armor and green robe can support for a while, it should be enough for me to get out..."

He looked forward with his eyes, still a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

He didn't know how far ahead, he had no idea.

Along the way, nothing happened. He separated a ray of soul consciousness and explored Maoxiu's spatial ring, and found that there were many treasures in his spatial ring, and none of those talents had passed through. The handling was just casually collected in the space ring, it seems that it should be the harvest he just got in the Divine Hidden Wasteland.

He was carefully inspecting some of the green robe and the silver battle armor, and found that densely packed primordial patterns were branded in the green robe, which faintly formed a spatial formation. Once he put on the green robe, Protected by the power of that space.

However, the power of that space is very weak. If it is strong to a certain extent, even a piece of clothing can form a space. If it is worn on the body, it can isolate all energy from erosion.

As for the silver armor, the situation is similar. There are also spatial patterns in it, but it cannot form a complete spatial formation, isolating all the power of erosion.

The green robe and silver armor basically have no defensive power. They should be specially prepared for entering the Divine Hermit Wasteland. If such things are placed outside, no one would want it, but in the Divine Hermit Wasteland, they are rare. Life-saving thing.

In addition to the green robe and silver armor, Wang Haochen was slightly interested in those pills in the space ring. If the penalty value is exhausted again, those pills will be life-saving things.

After sending those pills into the storage space for easy access, he immediately put the space ring on his hand.

That space ring is also a world-class space treasure, and its value is not low.

After more than twenty minutes, he received the green robe and silver armor. Although he was still worried, it still gave him some confidence.

Mountains, giant trees, and barren forests are constantly flying past him. In his full-scale flying, twenty minutes of time, it feels like just a blink of an eye, and there is only one left. Three minutes.

He raised his head and looked ahead, still not seeing the edge.

"Could it be that I chose the wrong direction?"

Wang Haochen felt a panic in his heart again.

With Maoxiu's strength, Wang Haochen never believes that he has been stranded in the Divine-Hidden Wasteland for half a year. He must have just broken in recently. Although he has made a lot of preparations, he never dares to go deep into the Divine-Hidden Wasteland too much. , Otherwise, it would be death, he should just be on the edge.

If this guess is correct, it shouldn't take long to get out.

Although Wang Haochen was anxious, but there was no way he could not stop the passage of time. In a blink of an eye, another two minutes passed, and only one minute was left.

"There is no way, I can only carry it hard."

He bit his teeth slightly, and directly put the green robe and silver armor on his body, holding two pills in his hands.

After he finished all this, most of a minute has passed, but when he raised his head again, he was slightly shocked, and his face immediately showed a hint of ecstasy.

Twelve miles ahead, the edge of the Divine Hidden Wasteland finally appeared.

From a distance, the edge was like a white mark formed by thick fog, which cut across the ground and stopped in front.

"Finally, finally... is going out!"

Seeing hope, Wang Haochen was excited, and couldn't help but throbbed slightly in his heart.

After a short while, all the penalties were exhausted, and he suddenly felt a strange force, like a string of hot or icy snakes, seeping into his body, quickly weakening his vitality and strength. And soul.

However, with the green robe and silver armor, the rate of penetration and erosion was still a lot slower, which should be enough for him to support him for a while.

Wang Haochen had seen Mao Xiu using green robe and silver armor to carry the corrosive force, and it would become more and more difficult in the future. He didn't dare to care about it. He didn't know how long it could last, but hope was there. He has strengthened his conviction and he will be able to go out alive.

The strength in his body had just weakened for a while, he immediately fed those precious pills into his mouth without hesitation, and began to supplement his own consumption.

He didn't stay in shape, his eyes looked forward, and there was only the white trace in his eyes. As long as he rushed past, he would survive.

As he flew frantically, getting closer and closer to the edge, he also gradually realized what Mao Xiu was experiencing at that time.

Those corrosive powers, like poisons, keep accumulating in his body. Even with the protection of green robes and silver armor, they can’t stop the erosion of those powers. The longer the time, the more the corrosive power accumulates. The more horrible it is, even if there is a pill supplement, it is difficult to offset it.

His vitality began to drain, his strength continued to weaken, and even his soul began to be affected. His body was becoming old, and his black hair gradually lost its luster and turned gray.

"Hurry up!"

He flipped the palm of his hand and took out a source profound pill into his entrance. After only a few breaths, the vitality in his body was fully restored, and the powerful force burst out and rushed forward.

The front edge became clearer and clearer in his eyes. The white mark was distorted by spatial fluctuations, like the edge of the sea, constantly undulating against the coast.

Qianzhang! Baizhang! ...The pill used to restore the soul has been exhausted, his soul is getting weaker and weaker and his eyes are getting darker, but his eyes are always fixed on the front edge.

Finally... he smashed into the illusory distortion, and a fresh breeze came on him. Before he could see the scene ahead clearly, his soul consciousness swayed suddenly, and his eyes went dark for an instant, his consciousness fell into darkness, and he knew nothing. Up.

Surrounded by majestic peaks, there is a mountain in the center like a black jade. On the mountain peaks are imprinted with primordial patterns. Those primordial patterns are like breathing, flashing brightly and darkly. With those primordial patterns, there is The wisps of vitality were absorbed and poured into the entire peak of the Moyu Peak, filled with a faint light, and the earth's vitality was as strong as the morning mist, which filled the entire mountain all year round.

The mountain peaks are hundreds of miles long, and there are giant ginseng trees and old vines, all rooted on the peak of Moyu Mountain, Zheng Zai, and there are palaces and houses built, and there are silhouettes of people walking through them. .

Those people were dressed differently, but they all carried a stray wolf-like breath, and they looked fierce.

Because of those rich breaths gathered in the mountains, the whole mountain gives people a gloomy, cold and dangerous feeling.

At the highest point of the peak, there is a huge teleportation array that is several feet tall. From time to time, there are rays of light rising up, some teleporting away, and others teleporting over.

In the night, the mountains gradually became quiet, and the active figures gradually disappeared.

On the mountainside on the left, there is an independent courtyard. At this time, an old figure is lying on the bed, breathing weakly, and if there is nothing, it is extremely weak.

"Ok……"

After a few hours, the old figure moved slightly, hummed, and slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were dull and godless, dim and dull, like a dying old man.

"Where is this?"

Slightly swept his eyes, looking at everything that was unfamiliar, there was a faint glow in his dim eyes.

Thinking carefully, the memory gradually recovered, and his eyes finally became clearer.

"Didn't I just fainted when I walked out of the Shenyin Wasteland? Why did I get here? Did someone save me?"

Wang Haochen couldn't help but feel a hint of surprise in his heart.

He looked down, and he was still wearing silver armor and green robe, still the same as when he walked out of the wasteland.

He moved slightly and wanted to struggle to sit up, but he felt that his bones were stiff, and all his muscles were like pieces of rotten rags, and he could not feel any strength or toughness.

"It turns out to be so weak..."

He couldn't help smiling wryly.

But he was not dissatisfied with his current state. It was enough for him to retrieve a life from the Divine Hidden Wasteland. Although the situation was not very good, he believed that as long as he was given a period of time, he could recover.

His soul consciousness condensed slightly, and he was about to enter the punishment system, but found that it was like scattered fluffy flocks, unable to condense at all. This discovery finally changed his expression.

"squeak!"

At this moment, the door opened and a girl dressed as a maid walked in.