I woke up after 300 million years

Ninety-one lives?

In just four words, the atmosphere became heavy.

Mo Qingwu, who has a fierce personality and likes to go straight, bit her thumb and opened her mouth:

"There are ten of us here, is it possible that nine of us have to be sacrificed so that only one can survive?"

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." The Lord of Order pondered for a moment and said cautiously, "If the outside gods also have to participate in every game, then it is the Eleven. He said that the last game represents survival, and this game represents gambling on life. , it is estimated to be related to luck, and the uncertainty is strong."

Yan Fan's brown eyes wavered and he said half-jokingly:

"You will survive a narrow escape. Nine of you commit suicide, and I will reluctantly be the survivor."

Everyone: "???"

"Dad!" Mo Qingwu shouted.

Yan Fan pinched his daughter's cheek and said in a gentle tone, "Dad loves you."

"I'm so lucky to have a father like you." Mo Qingwu covered her forehead with one hand and complained.

All joking aside, Yan Fan, as the strongest person present and the number one old man, took the lead and asked:

"What is the content of the game?"

"Also, we won the first game, why didn't we recover the power of Fei Yi?"

The girl changed into a comfortable posture, the corners of her mouth curved beautifully, and she made an amazing statement:

"Have I ever said that after you win a game, you will be able to regain the power of Extraordinary One?"

The ancient gods were no longer calm, and stood up one by one, with the urge to fight for their lives.

This confirms what Yan Fan said before: Girl, your name is Lie.

Seeing this, the girl snapped her fingers, and the ancient gods sat down uncontrollably.

"You used to be quite calm, but now you have been in contact with Yan Fan for a long time, and you have become so irritable."

"I won't take the blame." Yan Fan rolled his eyes.

The girl ignored him and said to herself:

"In the land of liberation, everyone has lost their power, including us."

"Every time you win a game, you can get an ability of a certain level... For example, if you win the last game, you can choose one of your own extraordinary abilities to apply. In addition, Your physical fitness will not change. If you win the second game, you can choose an ability from Extraordinary 2."

"To be honest, in the land of liberation, you don't need any power to destroy the world. What you need is brains and how to survive, that's all."

The girl seemed to be in charge, stating everything in an understatement.

"Instead of being incompetent and furious, it is better to think carefully and choose what ability will be useful for the next game? Once used once, the ability will be locked and cannot be changed. Of course, the rituals and magic you master are not bound by the rules."

We can only choose one extraordinary ability. This big liar has designed to trick us... Yan Fan secretly smacked his lips.

He took four extraordinary paths:

The first is the path of the sun becoming a god, becoming the sun god.

The second is the road of literary giants to become gods and prophets.

The third is the path of becoming a god in the past and becoming a destined person.

The fourth is the road to becoming a god in the dark night, only reaching the demigod level.

In other words, his choices are wider.

Suddenly, Mo Qingwu poked Yan Fan's arm with her finger, brought her red lips to her ear, and lowered her voice:

"Dad, it seems I can choose the prophet's ability to 'see the future'."

Yan Fan took a breath of air with an expression of disbelief.

How can this be? Only when a writer becomes a demigod can he change his profession and become a "prophet"!

Could it be that... Qing Wu replaced the Spirit King and made a career "mistake"?

If you master the ability to "see the future" right away, it would be called a bug in the game!

Before he could be surprised for two seconds, Mo Qingwu added, "However, I can only see the future one second later. I have already tried it, and my ability is locked."

"I, you..." Yan Fan's head was full of black lines, giving his daughter a headache.

For them at this stage, the future one second later does not work at all.

Mo Qingwu rubbed her forehead and pouted:

"As expected, your ability to play with my head is quite accurate."

Everyone looked at this funny father and daughter and did not make a rash choice or try their abilities.

The same is true for Yan Fan, who plans to decide on the situation in the next game.

The girl gave the ancient gods three minutes to digest the information, and then looked at Chu Xin.

The original intention of Blood Mist Wrapping is concise and concise, "Then...the game begins."

The environment changed suddenly, in a pure white space.

As far as the eye can see, there is nothing but eleven identical white doors in front of it.

Chu Xin walked towards the sixth door and explained slowly and unhurriedly:

"In the first level, there are eleven doors in total. Ten doors lead to the next room, and one door leads to death. I shouldn't need to say more... This is a game of pure luck."

"After all, luck is also a kind of strength."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chuxin stood in front of the sixth door and made his choice.

"I want the sixth door!"

"I choose first, I want the sixth door!"

Urke and Niu Duoduo declared at the same time and ran over to fight for the door in the middle.

"Okay, I'll let you." Chuxin moved two steps to the left and stood in front of the fifth door.

Due to the red mist surrounding him, no one could see his expression and could not judge more.

Seeing his original intention to give up the sixth door so decisively, Yan Fan deeply questioned and whispered:

"He went straight to the sixth door as soon as he came. He must have calculated this scene correctly. Maybe... the sixth door is the only door of death."

As soon as these words came out, Urke and Niu Duoduo froze.

Wuerke swallowed his saliva and said, "Old Yan, don't bluff me. The '111' probability means I won't be so unlucky, right?"

Niu Duoduo coughed awkwardly, "If the God of War doesn't compete with you, I'll choose the fifth door."

"Okay." Chu Xin agreed without any hesitation, took two more steps to the left, and stood in front of the fourth door.

Everyone couldn't understand this operation.

Yan Fan analyzed, "Does He really not care, or is He deliberately guiding me? As the planner of the game, He must know which door is safe and which door is dead... Do any of you have the ability to see through?" "

Upon hearing this, Su Xingyue and Mo Qingwu subconsciously covered their chests, while fairy tale looked indifferent.

Everyone shook their heads, expressing their confusion.

"Perhaps, this is just a game of luck. Don't be misled by your original intention." Fairy Tale expressed his opinion and strode towards the first door.

In this case, Mo Qingwu's "seeing the future" was of no use at all.

Yan Fan put his right hand on his daughter's shoulder and frowned as he looked at the eleven doors, trying to find the difference.

Once you make the wrong choice, it means death, which is a hundred times more dangerous than the game of End of Days.

"No wonder it's called gambling... Chu Xin said there are rooms in the back. Is it possible that one person must die in each room?" The Lord of Order frowned, hesitated for three seconds, and walked towards the eleventh door.

The others also began to make their choices.

After thinking to no avail, Yan Fan walked towards the second door. Two was his lucky number, and the Lord of Immortality was also the second pillar.

Mo Qingwu was very nervous, too lazy to observe or think, and stood directly in front of the third door, euphemistically calling it: "Close to Dad."

Chu Xin looked around and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Wait!" Niu Duoduo stood up, "I want to trade with you."

"Okay." Chuxin agreed without hesitation and walked back to the fifth door.

At this moment, the game of luck sublimates into psychological warfare.

Urk felt uneasy and said seriously, "I want to change with you again."

Chu Xin walked towards the sixth door indifferently, and Urk came to the fifth door.

"Who else wants to trade with me?" Chuxin glanced at everyone.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

After waiting for seven seconds, no one spoke again.

Chu Xin stretched out her right hand and pressed it on the door, and her tone finally fluctuated, "Wish us good luck and let's meet in the next room."

Eleven people pushed open the white door at the same time...