Acre and several colonels had just finished a round of discussion and analysis. The source of energy formed by the fog and ghosts is not yet clear and cannot be analyzed through existing information. We can only wait until to continue to observe tonight.

"Boss, go and have a rest. This is not a day or two," Tamucha said with a careless heart. "I am staring at me and Ji Lian here. I will report to you if there is any situation."

Acre nodded.

He glanced at the sand table and his eyes were at the location of a chicken comb forest, where a vulgar boy was hiding in a tree hole and drinking deer milk beautifully.

Yacre couldn't help laughing: "This night the wind was surging, and the sound of killing sounds shook the sky. We were all staring outside for a night. This person was so comfortable inside that he slept for the whole night... Look, let this kid get it!"

He was obviously referring to Wang Feng, the number 500 that represented his identity was extremely conspicuous on the sand table.

Tamucha and Gujilian were also laughing.

Wang Feng's soul power reaction was too weak, and he had not even reached the normal tiger top yet. It was not unfair to be the fifth hundredth disciple of the Holy Temple.

To be honest, he had rejected Acre's proposal before and decided to take risks. Tamucha and Gujilian were still a little moved. After all, they were random teleportation when they entered. Without the protection of experts like Heiwukai and Ota, with the strength of this kid, the chance of survival was almost zero.

But unexpectedly, this kid not only lived well after entering, but also lived a very comfortable life. He was killed outside in the dark, and most of the disciples on both sides were exhausted all night, but he actually slept there for a long time, and then he was in the mood to drink milk slowly early in the morning... Is this kid here for a trip?

"Digging a hole and hiding it into a tree hole. This is a decisive plan to be a turtle. This kid can do it." Tamucha smiled and said, "But how did he avoid the detection of those ghosts? These energy bodies have a strong perception of the human body's temperature and breath. Is it a secret method of turtle breath? But that state cannot last long. He is obviously hiding in the tree hole. How did he judge when to breathe and when can he be lazy?"

"Of course it is some kind of detection method that we haven't discovered," Gujilian said. "I'm optimistic about this guy now. He's so naughty. Such people can often live longer on the battlefield."

"I hope." Acre smiled.

Detection methods? There is nothing strange about it. Perhaps it is some kind of Horcrux given by Kalida, just like the teleportation beads he gave him. There are really big figures on the Blade. This kid will definitely not have any good things.

What really made him interested was the kid's mentality, and he could even sleep in that environment...

This cannot be explained by a single "coarse nerve". Compared to the self-deception, Acre has always believed in another famous saying.

True calmness and calmness come from sufficient confidence.

Maybe even I was wronged. Wang Feng really has something to do.

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At this time, the soul illusion was already early in the morning. The sun rose and the fog dissipated. The forest that had been crying and howling all night, and the wasteland seemed to have returned to peace in an instant.

There are birds singing in the morning in the woods, the sound is crisp and pleasant, and the weeds on the ground are also hanging with dewdrops, a vibrant look.

But under this vitality, a figure was huddling beside the corner of a big tree and shivering.

Mapel is a little annoyed.

To be honest, it was quite unexpected for her to be assigned to the Soul Illusion Realm this time.

Cai Yunhe of the Holy Judgment was severely injured by Kola and has not recovered. Deputy Captain Mumu was the second best in the team, but he was depressed because he lost to Wang Feng, the so-called "weaker". Neither core of the ace team could come, so she was pushed up.

I chose her instead of another combat system because I was attracted by her potions and exorcism that I could improve the team's survival ability. Obviously, the positioning of the upper level of the ruling was very clear and self-aware. From the beginning, I had a conservative abacus.

Mapel was able to participate in such a big event at the beginning with the idea of ​​making achievements, but she did not receive any of the above tasks prompts...

Such a good opportunity, the superiors did not allow her to take action, which made people confused. And Mi’s first task was to hide herself, and she could not make decisions without authorization.

What annoyed her was the soul card on her body.

Other disciples of the Holy Clan don’t know, but can she still not know? The soul card has a faint rune magnetic field commonly used by the blade army, which has a considerable monitoring effect. Although it is not possible to judge how much the other party can monitor, this feeling of being stared at all times is really the greatest torment for the spies.

It seems that Blade and Nine Gods have more profound meanings and plans for this battle for the illusion of souls. This is both a training and a screening. Obviously, even after a strict investigation, the top leaders on both sides cannot be absolutely assured of these elite disciples. These are the elites who will inevitably enter the core of the top leaders on both sides in the future. Using this soul card with hidden surveillance effects is to dig out the deepest spies buried here together.

After all, no matter how well the spy disguises, it is difficult to not expose his strength in such an environment. Whether it is true or not, Mapel dares not take risks. So she deliberately pretended to lose her soul card in panic during an escape, but even so, she must be careful. Unless she has to be absolutely necessary, she does not want to do anything. As for her merits, she does not need to take risks, and the organization will naturally have a way to help her promote.

Low-key, forbearing... This is the most basic quality as a person.

Mapel thought, and his pupils suddenly shrank slightly.

She raised her head slightly back.

bass!

A silver light shot through her body several inches, and inserted into the grass next to her with a puff.

Widths of black smoke suddenly emerged from the ground, emitting a foul smell. The green grass within about one meter instantly turned yellow and withered...

The smell is so familiar, it is toxic and fierce, blood-threatening, and the common things used in the Mi Group were shared with the recipe to the War Academy a few years ago, and it was actually used on myself...

Then it was ‘screaming’!

Several silver lights shot in succession, Mapel leaned back and two somersaults, 'bare' avoiding it, and then a figure in front of her flashed, and a wretched little man with a mustache appeared in front of her: "Hehe, delicious little girl, she is quite alert!"

Mapel's exorcist costume is quite conspicuous. An exorcist who is alone is obviously the one that both disciples on both sides are most willing to meet.

"I have a very low ranking, and I won't have any merits if I kill me. Please, please let me go? I still have a lot of potions on me, so I can give you some..." Mapel begged. Although it was an acting, she felt unhappy.

"The soul card means merit. I don't mind the level of your ranking. As for the potion... are all the elites in the temple fools like you? Hahaha, if you kill you, it's all mine!" The little man laughed, his eyes glanced at Mapel's full chest, showing a strong interest: "Of course, if you are willing to send the soul card and potion to you, and serve me well, you won't be able to consider giving you your life..."

Mapel took a step back in horror, but his weak expression further stimulated the little man's desire to conquer. He walked forward freely: "How about it, have you considered it? I like women to take the initiative, but if you use strong, it will have a different flavor!"

Mapel observed around and sighed: "If possible, I really don't want to do it..."

The little man laughed and said, "Pretending! It seems that you like to be forced!"

His soul power moved and he was about to pounce forward, but suddenly he found that his body could not move.

What the hell?

The little man was stunned, but saw the little white rabbit who was panicking just now, his face darkened, and his cold eyes were like a deadly ghost baby: "Damn it."

Buzz ~~

It was the tremor of the spider silk, very slight and fleeting.

But the small man's expression had completely frozen at this time. His mouth was big and there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

This is the simplest way to die. The use of the least soul power is the least likely to arouse the reaction of the soul card and the attention of the outside world. But it is still possible to be exposed. Mapel did not look at him again. The place of right and wrong should not be kept for a long time. She turned around and left. She obviously had no interest in that guy's soul card, and she didn't care about his ranking at all.

The little man's eyes turned slightly. He didn't realize his state, but he just felt unable to move, but the next second, a trace of blood suddenly appeared in his eyes. No, it was more than just eyeballs!

He was covered with dense blood marks on his face, body, and limbs, just like the kind of glass that was cracked, and in an instant, dense patterns were everywhere, followed by...

Consciousness disappeared in an instant.

Hurry!

His entire body was divided into pieces of flesh the size of a fist, dislocated, slipped down, and rolled all over the floor!

And in the sky where his body was broken just now, dozens of blood-stained spider silks were intertwined, and under the rising sun, they flashed with bright red colors and the charm of red spiders.

...

On the tall treetops, Hei Wukai stretched his waist, and it was another beautiful morning.

The turmoil last night obviously had nothing to do with him, so he slept beautifully here.

It is actually not too difficult to avoid these ghosts. As long as they can completely block their breath, they can only smell the smell of human flesh, but they will only wander around the ground and hide on the high treetops. The smell cannot spread so far. They will never look up and take a look.

As for psychological disorders... Heiwukai has never had that kind of thing. As a mature warrior, you must learn to get enough rest in any environment and not be affected by any external objects.

He even tried to sleep while doing, allowing the charming girl to work hard on him. As long as he wanted to sleep, he could fall asleep immediately. At the same time, he maintained his strong combat power to subconsciously cooperate. This is called practice...

The morning sun shines on the earth, awakening him and dispelling the fog on the earth.

Hei Wukai yawned and observed the surroundings. As expected, all the dirty things had disappeared. There were still many rotten zombies and dead bones remaining on the ground, emitting a foul smell, attracting mosquitoes, rats and ants in the woods.

As soon as he turned over and jumped off the treetops, his direction was clear. He would drill wherever his soul was strong. On the one hand, he would try his luck to see if he could trigger the so-called opportunity. On the other hand, he was mainly to find Wang Feng. Although this soul illusion is large and there are many enemies, it was like his own back garden.

With his strength, he really doesn't have to care too much about who the opponent is. To be honest, if there were no special needs, most top experts would not be willing to decide the winner at this time. After all, this is just the first level.

"I don't know how Lao Wang is doing." Hei Wukai took a weed in his mouth, the kind he pulled on the wasteland yesterday, bitter and addictive, and then he thought of Mo Tong again.

"This silly boy." Hei Wukai laughed. He usually beat him up, but he was still very knowledgeable after all: "I guess he was very excited last night."

Mo Tong was really excited, and even quite proud.

I was a little bit of a back when I was teleporting yesterday. I was tossed in the teleportation channel for a long time. When I fell to this world, it was already night and I fell next to the two Holy Clan disciples. At the same time, these two Holy Clan disciples were just surrounded by several ghosts and corpses, and they seemed to be almost out of reach.

As a student of Sanhao, Motong of course joined the battle group with his giant god battle axe.

Good, that's so fierce!

Makhuraka was originally born with divine power to protect the body. This is the most masculine race in the world. If ghosts are obscene, it is difficult to even get close to him! Faced with these ghosts, this big guy can be more useful than thunder in just one stop!

The two Holy Clan disciples of the Second Gang solved the crisis in a few seconds. The other party was naturally grateful to him. He shouted at Brother Mo Tong, and he was reluctant to leave after following him.

Mo Tong was moved in his heart... Look, look! This is the reaction he should have after being helped, not like that Wang Feng!

It was obvious that he was the one who worked in a fight, but Wang Feng was the one who enjoyed the cheers. Now that Wang Feng was gone, it was finally his turn to enjoy the feeling of being praised by others. The big brother Mo Tong was so excited that he heard Mo Tong's heart, so he took these little brothers to stroll around again.

It was already midnight when he came, and soon it was early morning. The fog and ghosts had dissipated, and the lively walking zombies turned into motionless corpses on the ground again.

As the saying goes, good things come in pairs. As soon as you crawl out of the woods, you see the bodies of two war academy practitioners. You don’t have to search for them. The two signs fell naked to the ground, shaking brightly under the rising sun.

"Brother Motong! There is a brand!"

"372, 373, ha, there are still numbers!" The two disciples of the Holy Temple were in surprise, and their eyes were full of energy.

Both of these guys belong to Kuidi Temple. They are a small place near the sea to the west and have very low rankings. If they really rely on their own strength, they will never get more than 300 enemy brands until they die.

"Oh? Let's take a look!" Mo Tong also came over, a little happy. He was short of money recently. This brand is money, but he didn't expect it to be picked up for nothing!

The two disciples of the Kuidi Holy Temple looked at each other, and one of them said, "Brother Motong, you are not qualified to hold these more than 300 brands..."

Mo Tong was stunned, and the other one immediately added: "That's right, let those who don't know the situation listen, and they thought that Brother Mo Tong, you are specializing in picking these garbage and dare not fight against experts!"
To be continued...