My ability is the original god, please enlighten me!

"I haven't found anyone to play cards for more than ten days, my poker player's soul is crying!!"

"If it wasn't for ruaing sister Yang Xiaoya's fur a few days ago and recharging the battery, I would have already lost my mind and became an immortal!"

"I'm the deputy team leader now. If you're too busy, you can ask me and Yang Xiaoya to help you. After all, we are both good at handling these official duties." Li Jianlan sighed, as if he couldn't stand it, and made a suggestion.

"Yang Xiaoya's vacation is coming to an end, you can take a break and leave the official duties during this time to me and Yang Xiaoya."

Immediately, Li Jianlan changed the subject and said firmly, "However, regardless of other positions, the position of team leader must be held by the most powerful person in the team. This is a rule and a rule."

"Now you are the only person in the eight groups who have reached Transcendent A Grade, so you must be the leader of our eight groups. There are some major decisions, and you still need to give a plan."

"If I knew this, I would paddle in the dungeon, and I wouldn't be promoted to Transcendent A Grade!!"

Bai Ya, who was extremely regretful, rubbed against Li Jianlan's soft spot, and suddenly smiled like an idiot and said, "Why don't you help me go to the group and find someone who knows the sealing technique, and quietly seal my strength to A-level. Let me be a happy card player and return the position of team leader to you, okay?"

"After all, you are the most dignified person in the group. Everyone knows my true nature."

Bai Ya with disheveled hair buried her face in a fragrant place, with a happy expression on her face.

"But to those non-staff participants in the group, and to the outside forces, you are the most talented participant in China for hundreds of years." Li Jianlan looked at Bai who was smirking in her arms. Ya, couldn't help sighing.

Bai Ya and her have known each other since childhood, they have known each other for many years, and they know each other well since childhood.

Li Jianlan has been a participant for more than ten years, and her innate ability is also the kind of development potential that is very strong, so that she can finally reach the level of A.

However, Bai Ya has only been a participant for more than two years, and she has already surpassed her.

One year to be promoted to A-level, and another year to be promoted to cross that threshold and reach Transcendent A-level.

In the old days, the silly ordinary old house girl, at a speed that Li Jianlan was stunned and couldn't even react, jumped up like a rocket, and surpassed her in a blink of an eye.

This made Li Jianlan feel extremely complicated.

"Okay, it's time to get down to business." Li Jianlan pushed her head away from mopping, and said helplessly, "This time, someone turned our eighth group over."

"Someone turn around?" Bai Ya, whose head was forcefully pushed, asked curiously: "The eighth group was established not long ago, and the number of people is very small. It's normal for someone to be deployed. Who is it?"

"It's Wang Xingyu who came to our group for a while." Li Jianlan proposed a name that Bai Ya was familiar with.

"Oh~Wang Xingyu~~So it's that Ghost Slayer Swordsman~~~" Bai Ya showed an expression of 'I understand', looked at Li Jianlan flirtatiously, and said in a drawn out voice in a tone that didn't deserve beating.

"What kind of tone are you talking about? Be careful and I'll beat you up." Li Jianlan looked at Bai Ya's teasing expression, suddenly turned down, and said in a horrified tone: "Don't think that I won't dare to hit you if you're promoted to Transcendent A Grade .”

"Then I don't want to say anything~" Bai Ya still had an expression of 'I understand': "I'm still wondering who would take the initiative to transfer to our strange, deserted, yin and yang decline in the eighth group, It’s not surprising if it’s him.”

"Julan, you have to be careful, he is afraid, the purpose of turning around is not pure~"

As if trying to cover up something, Li Jianlan quickly changed the subject and said, "Okay, don't talk about him, what's more important is other things, there is a B-level participant and a fake A-level participant who want to join our Advent Strategy Bureau In the eight groups."

"A B-level and a fake A-level?" Bai Ya finally restrained her expression when she heard this, and her eyes became serious: "Who is it, has it passed the test?"

"It has passed, and you should be familiar with their names." Speaking of this, Li Jianlan showed a little smile: "It is Li Zongru, the poet fairy in poetry, painting, and qin, and the painting saint - Liu Yiyi."

"It's them?" Bai Ya also showed a happy smile: "I'm really familiar with it, it's better to say that I want them to join the official for a long time."

"But..." Bai Ya was suddenly a little confused: "Where is Heiqin-Su Manzhu? Aren't the three of them teammates in the same team?"

"Her words..." Li Jianlan's eyes were a little dark: "She didn't come back in a copy."

"Is that so..." Bai Ya couldn't help but remain silent.

"Okay, the next thing is the most important thing." Li Jianlan seemed to want to break the atmosphere at this time, showing an extremely serious and serious expression:

"There is also an A-level powerhouse who will come to our eight-group assessment test in the near future, and then join our eight-group."

"A-level?!" Bai Yamu instantly showed an extremely surprised expression: "Are there any A-level participants who want to join us?"

"Which famous lone traveler..." Bai Ya's eyes became extremely serious, and her tone was dignified: "If it is an A-level with unknown origin and the ability to disguise, our test assessment is very difficult for the other party." It's just like a fake."

"If I really want to join, I want to fight him personally."

Bai Ya's eyes were awe-inspiring and cold: "If you want to conduct a comprehensive assessment of an A-level participant, you must go through a life-and-death battle to force out his true ability and test his character."

"There is no way for me to let a participant who has no humanity, does not take ordinary people's lives seriously, and has a substandard mind to enter my eighth group."

An incomparably powerful and terrifying aura radiated from Bai Ya's body, making Li Jianlan slightly suffocate in front of her.

"Wait first, don't be so tense." Li Jianlan quickly added: "Listen to me first."

Bai Ya in front of her exhaled and restrained her momentum, which made Li Jianlan feel better.

"That person..." Li Jianlan's eyes suddenly became serious, and he said in an extremely dignified tone: "It's the group leader, and the 'Taoist Tianxing' appointed him to come over to our eighth group."

"What?!" Bai Ya suddenly showed a shocked expression.

"His situation is extremely special." Li Jianlan looked a little puzzled, as if she couldn't understand the meaning of the 'Taoist Tianxing' doing so.

After a pause, Li Jianlan looked at Bai Ya and said slowly:

"Probably the situation is like this..."

In the conference room late at night, the lights were brightly lit and never went out for a long time.

......

Antarctica, the carnival party headquarters, somewhere in an underground space.

In a terrifying room that was extremely dim, covered with all kinds of weird and crazy patterns, with blood-red shimmering lights on it.

A white-haired man suddenly recovered from his trance.

"The shadow that was secretly transformed by the gourmet has been wiped out." The white-haired man's tone was a little surprised.

Opening the palm, a group of deep black shadows with a terrifying aura emerged faintly, as if emerging from the depths of hell.

Closing his eyes and carefully feeling the feedback from the black shadow in his hand, the white-haired man suddenly showed some interest: "Is there some special fusion flame, as well as a descendant and a fox?"

"It's a pity, Gourmet is still a relatively easy-to-use experimental product, and the shadow was eliminated before it fully evolved."

"It's just that while spending so much effort to seal his strength, he manipulated the shadow..." The white-haired man showed a little impatience on his face: "But I didn't expect to die so soon, it was a waste of time."

"Let's find a scientist to cooperate with. He should have a lot of materials there, and he can..."

"The time... has come..." A hoarse and deep voice suddenly sounded in his mind, interrupting the white-haired man's train of thought.

"Here we come." The white-haired man's expression returned to indifference, as if he was about to do something boring, a strange glass ball appeared in his hand, and he threw it on the ground casually.

Ding!

The glass sphere broke into countless fragments in an instant, and then all the crystal clear fragments immediately floated up, reorganized automatically, and finally formed a door frame of a gate!

The space inside the gate is distorted like a kaleidoscope, penetrating as if leading to some unknowable bottomless abyss.

The white-haired man stepped into the gate without hesitation.

......

This is an extremely wide palace complex with a length of tens of thousands of meters.

The interior of the palace is full of extremely old metal buildings filled with a strange and unknown style. The whole is shining with an evil silver glow, as if it is composed of some profound and mysterious technology, giving people a shocking and brilliant feeling. Feel.

The most majestic scene on earth will be overshadowed by this ocean-like palace complex.

But outside the palace and above the sky above the palace, there is a terrifying turbulent vortex in space, as if leading to some unknown world, which makes people feel chills just looking at it.

In a huge and magnificent hall at the very center, many figures suddenly appeared.

"You actually summoned all the apostles and deputy to the Silver Palace, do you have something to announce..."

Dean, who had fought against Yang Xiaoya, was now attached to a metal arm, and looked around with surprise on his face.

Another deputy of the artist next to him hurriedly reminded him: "Dean, don't look around, the leader's real body will also be present this time."

Dean's eyes froze, he quickly retracted his gaze, stood at a corner of the edge of the hall, lowered his head slightly and stopped moving.

In the center of the palace, twelve silver pillars of different heights rose suddenly, on which there were extremely gorgeous seats.

That is the seat of the twelve apostles.

There was a gap in the space, and a figure appeared on the seat of the twelve apostles. The expressions on their faces were either crazy, calm, in a trance, ferocious, or elegant, but they all exuded an extremely terrifying aura. .

However, on the lowest silver pillar, and on the highest silver pillar, the ornate seats were empty.

A silver throne slowly emerged in the void at the center of the palace.

The terrifying figures with different expressions on the silver pillar immediately restrained their aura, and the expressions on their faces turned into respect.

"Welcome to the leader." The assistants of the apostles below immediately bowed their heads and shouted in unison.

On the throne, a figure whose face could not be clearly seen slowly solidified, surrounded by surging deep darkness, and the surrounding light was swallowed and distorted by madness.

"Two things." The figure on the silver throne said lightly, the voice was not loud, but it was strangely transmitted into everyone's mind.

"The last seat of the apostle is vacant, and the blood madness trial will be held for re-selection."

Gourmet is dead? ! !

Dean, who lowered his head below, shrank his pupils.

The position of an apostle will only be vacant if the previous apostle dies.

And the last seat of the apostles, that is, the No.12 apostle, belongs to the position of the strongest participant below the A level.

It is the position that countless low-level participants have to fight wildly, because in this way, they can stand in the same position with other extremely powerful apostles who are all A-level, and get the ability bestowed by the leader, or be strengthened by the leader.

A little fire ignited in Dean's heart, but the words "blood madness trial" flashed in his mind, and he forcibly suppressed the fire in his heart.

Countless participants below A-level will join the blood madness trial, after fighting for the position of apostle, the current me, participating is courting death!

On the other side, the eyes of a female deputy of the gourmet instantly turned black and red like a ghoul, flashing crazy rage and killing intent!

Who the hell killed the gourmet who gave me everything! !

"Then, the position of the first apostle has been decided."

The figure on the throne spoke lightly again.

This time, not only the deputies, but even all the apostles were shocked.

A gap opened in the void, and a white-haired man appeared on the silver pillar of the first apostle, sitting on the seat a little bored.

The other apostles cast their gazes over immediately, sizing up the white-haired man.

All eyes are flashing deeply, with different thoughts.

Defeat the first apostle, then you can become the first apostle.

The leader never pays attention to these things. If the apostle is killed, it can only show that he is not capable enough, and he deserves to be killed.

Looking at the white-haired man on the tallest silver pillar, the leader waved his hand casually, and the deep black air condensed, turning into a black ring with a strange ancient number symbol printed on it, floating slowly in front of Nietzsche, and was captured He catches it casually.

As if aware of other people's thoughts, the corner of the leader's mouth curled up, and said meaningfully:

"First Apostle, Nietzsche."

"Codename, Philosopher."

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