Chapter 132

Of course, finally, we must not forget Wu Xian, the captain of the Zhongzhou Team and the T0 existence in combat power.

In the year that passed in the Cursed World, besides spending deep and shallow time with Zhan Lan every night, Wu Xian spent most of his time sunbathing, sometimes even flying directly near Venus to let the Superman bloodline in his body grow rapidly.

By now, several data points representing the physical body in his six-dimensional attributes had reached an unbelievable level, far exceeding most fourth-order initial professionals who excelled in physical melee combat.

In this way, coupled with sharing the Dragon King authority obtained successively from Dragon Clan Wu Xian, he also made huge progress in mental power and elemental control, and his defense against extraordinary energy such as magic was increased by a large margin.

And on Destiny Wu Xian's side, the recent progress was also quite powerful.

I remember the last time we met, the other party had already rushed through the Huang Fengling map and snatched the divine skill abilities of 【Copper Head and Iron Arm】 and 【Body Outside Body Technique】 from Lingji.

To be reasonable, with such a top-level configuration, even if the final boss of "Fan Haixin," Dracula, was a vampire prince who could perfectly exert an A-level bloodline, Wu Xian had the confidence to blast him into slag single-handedly, without even suffering much damage.

Unless the Main God was shameless, waiting for him to kill Dracula before air-dropping a fourth-order demigod who had fully mastered the light of the soul, or even a fourth-order spiritual position...

Laughable! It's impossible!

No matter how abstract, one still has to pay attention to basic laws.

If it really did this, how would the Main God Space cultivate excellent tool people in the future, and how would it fight against the grandsons of the Primordial Heavenly Court? Wouldn't it be better to surrender directly to the other side?

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. Wu Xian secretly thought that this was definitely a sure thing, and he became more and more confident about this horror movie trip.

Soon, the countdown ended, the familiar white light and the subsequent dizziness struck, and Wu Xian's consciousness also fell into chaos.

It was just that unlike the previous few times, Wu Xian could clearly feel that now, if he wanted to, he could wake up completely during the transmission process, instead of being dizzy and sent to another world by the Main God, and this was also one of the manifestations of his greatly increased strength.

However, Wu Xian did not intend to do so, at least not now; at least he would consider trying only after he awakened the light of the soul.

Soon, that indescribable feeling disappeared, and Wu Xian instantly woke up from his confusion. Then, looking around, he found that the Main God had transmitted them into a strange forest.

Although it was not dark, the surroundings were filled with thick fog, and visibility was very low.

What met the eyes were all twisted ancient trees, each one baring fangs and brandishing claws, hazy and unable to see the full picture. Looking from afar through the fog, it was like a static picture of demons dancing.

Immediately after, movement came from his side; it was the other eleven members of the Zhongzhou Team waking up one after another, and their speed was much faster than before.

Besides this, there were some strange figures still lying on the ground motionless, clearly newcomers arranged by the Main God this time.

"Six newcomers?"

Confirming the number of newcomers this time, Wu Xian frowned slightly, a look of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Six newcomers, plus the twelve official members of the Zhongzhou Team, meant a difficulty of eighteen people.

Although this number had not yet reached the limit, it was almost there, meaning the Main God thought this world was very dangerous for the Zhongzhou Team.

But the saying still holds: a mere "Fan Haixin," even if strengthened by the Main God, shouldn't make the current Zhongzhou Team feel pressure.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise his hand and look at the task content displayed on the Main God watch—

【Main Mission: Find the source of the vampires in this world and destroy it... Mission completed, all members rewarded with two B-level side plots, 7000 reward points】

Wu Xian: (ー`ー)

Something is wrong, very wrong.

It didn't name Dracula, but came up with a so-called source of vampires, and even rewarded all members with two B-level side plots...

According to the experience of the previous Cursed team battle, and Wu Xian's understanding of the Main God, this is eight or nine times out of ten another big pit.

"It can't be that the flag was fulfilled, and there really is a fourth-order demigod in this world? But I didn't say my inner thoughts out loud; is it necessary to play so big?"

Wu Xian complained, and a loud scolding suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Damn! Who the hell are you, where did you bring me?"

Among the newcomers, a bald, muscular man with a big gold chain hanging on his chest climbed up. He was stunned for a moment looking at the surrounding environment, then stared at everyone, pretending to be fierce and growling.

Coincidentally, the members of the Zhongzhou Team at this moment were not wearing battle armor, but very grounded casual clothing. Except for the high overall attractiveness, they were almost no different from ordinary people.

Among them, although Mou Gang and Qi Tengyi were tall and burly, because both were honest and simple in character, they didn't have much deterrence. Perhaps this was the reason why the bald man dared to be so fierce in appearance but weak in reality.

"Speak! Are you all dumb?"

Seeing that everyone in the Zhongzhou Team was looking at him with strange eyes, the bald man felt a tightness in his heart, but the expression on his face became more vicious, and he showed off his sand-pot-sized fist, gesturing:

"Stop pretending, honestly explain things clearly, otherwise be careful, I will punch you one by one and beat you all into two little biscuits!"

It's here!

One punch, two biscuits, the legendary Doutian Divine Thunder Fist!

This was Zheng Zha's catchphrase later on, and in the original plot, this sentence came from a newcomer who descended in a god-ghost team battle. I think it should be this bald man in front of me.

Wu Xian glanced at him slightly, then used mental telekinesis to force him to kneel on the ground, while blocking his mouth that wanted to shout, and then stopped paying too much attention, instead focusing his attention on the other five newcomers.

"Interesting, out of six people, five are actually pretending to be asleep. Is the Main God going to transport talent again?"

Thinking this way, Wu Xian said to the few people: "Alright, stop pretending, especially that guy in the Daoist robe. It's one thing for the others to pretend to be dizzy, but for you to use the Turtle Breathing Technique to pretend to be dead, that's a bit too much."

"Hum hum hum————"

As soon as Wu Xian finished speaking, more than a dozen long needles glowing with black energy pierced toward his vital points at lightning speed, and there was even a ghost-crying scream in his ears, clearly not ordinary weapons.

Regarding this, Wu Xian did not dodge or evade. Mental telekinesis turned into a barrier, easily blocking those black needles, and then he reversed their direction, hitting the youth in the Daoist robe at a faster speed.

At the same time, the Daoist-robed youth suddenly opened his eyes, his figure moving like a swimming fish. Not only did he avoid the fate of being pierced by the black needles, but he also turned into a mass of black mist and rushed toward a certain part of the forest, seemingly wanting to escape.

However, this youth did not know that the Main God's barrier, besides protecting the newly descended reincarnators from harm, also prevented them from leaving too far before the plot officially started.

Therefore, when the black mist flew ten meters away and hit the invisible barrier, it immediately dissipated, returning to the appearance of the Daoist-robed youth, and his face became incomparably ugly.

Besides failing to escape, the youth also noticed that a large number of blue talismans had appeared all over his body at some point.

At this moment, these talismans were releasing powerful restrictive power, hindering the flow of Qi and True Essence in his body, as if wearing shackles, making it difficult to move even half a step.

Immediately after, a huge force suddenly struck, like an invisible big hand pulling the youth back to his original position, and he also looked at the Zhongzhou Team with a stiff face, finally placing his gaze on Wu Xian, smiling with difficulty:

"Fellow Daoist has such powerful means, not only being able to catch this poor Daoist here silently, but the method of talisman Dao is also so brilliant. I wonder which sect you are from, so that Zhu can die knowing."

"Zhu?"

Wu Xian raised his eyebrows, carefully examined the youth, and then said: "Before asking about others' identities, shouldn't you introduce yourself first... Don't think about lying; this little trick can't fool us."

The youth was silent upon hearing this. Just as he was about to speak, Chu Xuan's emotionless voice sounded at this moment.

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The fifth day of the Lunar New Year! May everything go well!

Asking for monthly tickets!

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