I live broadcast across all realms in the world of immortality

Howling in the live broadcast room

[I feel like this BOSS has such a strong aura through the screen]

[Oh my god, it’s a bit scary. Did the boss force the big BOSS out? 】

[If it were in the past, I would definitely die on the spot without giving it a chance to do anything. Now, hey, I will nod Genhuazi and chat with it.]

[You upstairs have the ability to chat with it face to face]

[Hahahaha, don’t be cowardly. Isn’t the boss about to recruit a disciple? Maybe you will actually have a chance to chat with it face to face]

Perhaps because Feng Changyun beat the ghosts so easily that they cried for father and mother, the live broadcast room is no longer so afraid of these ghosts, and even has the leisure to joke around.

Feng Changyun raised her head and looked at the ghost king floating in the air, turning a blind eye to its powerful aura and the ghost energy in the sky, and even raised the iron rod in Yang's hand to provoke it.

After thinking about it, she threw the iron rod away again. This was to hit those low-level ghosts. The one in front of her was their boss after all, so it was a bit disrespectful to hit them like this.

So he summoned Chengkun and raised his eyebrows at it: "Are there any rules? If there are any, you can say it. If not, just start fighting."

After saying that, without waiting for the Ghost King to respond, she quickly flew up. The Chengkun Sword was originally a magic weapon, and she also used several percent of her spiritual power in it. With this sword strike, the Ghost King was struck by her and flew backwards like a ball.

Not to mention hitting him, he was sent flying by her sword without even reacting.

Feng Changyun looked at the sword in her hand, then at the Ghost King flying far away, and frowned.

With this sword blow, she finally understood.

The martial arts civilization in this world is too backward. Even if the power value of the ghosts in the game copies created based on their world exceeds theirs by a lot, it is actually not much stronger.

Not to mention a cultivator of god transformation, even with a golden elixir, he can still fight with the ghost king.

After thinking clearly about the key, Feng Changyun no longer held back and chased the Ghost King in the direction where he was blown away like a gust of wind.

Seeing something in the corner of her eyes, Feng Changyun turned her head and glanced sideways. The horizon in the distance was slowly dispersing like clouds of smoke.

She stopped and looked stunned. Was this... clearing the level?

She couldn't believe it, so simple?

If she had known this, she would have led them through the level a long time ago. Why are you wasting your time here?

Feng Changyun sensed the location of several players and was about to tell them to leave. Unexpectedly, Yao Ruoyao suddenly shouted to her: "Quick, don't let the Ghost King run away. Only when the Ghost King dies will the game copy disappear completely." .”

After hearing Yao Ruoyao's words, Feng Changyun chased the Ghost King in the direction of his escape.

The Ghost King is the key to a game copy. If you kill it, the game copy will disappear, which means that no one will be pulled into this copy again in the future.

In this case, Feng Changyun will naturally not show mercy.

It’s better that things that harm people don’t exist.

In an instant she caught up with the Ghost King.

Compared with those low-level ghosts that only retain fear and excitement like puppets, the Ghost King is obviously much more advanced than them. It has the wisdom of a normal person.

The moment Feng Changyun caught up with it, it knelt down and prepared to beg for mercy.

The dissipation speed of the distant horizon is getting faster and faster. This is the self-protection mechanism of the game copy.

It wants to forcefully end the game and throw them out of the game copy. As long as the Ghost King does not die, this copy can exist.

Feng Changyun obviously thought of the key point, and cut off the ghost king's head with a sword without giving the ghost king a chance to speak.

The evil cultivators in the world of immortality can still survive after losing their heads, but these things are worse than that.

Feng Changyun didn't dare to be careless, turned her back to block the sight of everyone behind her, and used her spiritual power to squeeze its body and head into pulp.

She had discovered long ago that the ghosts in this world are completely different from the ghosts in the traditional sense of the world of immortality. They have bodies, and all their activities rely on the power of the body to complete.

Unlike the world of immortality, the soul must be destroyed after killing.

The ghosts and ghosts in this world are completely gone once their bodies are gone.

Sure enough, the moment she destroyed the ghost king's body, the dissipation in the sky stopped, and turned into a cracking of the sky, and the clouds in the sky fell towards the ground like huge rocks.

Feng Changyun saw the horrified expressions of several players and waved her hands: "Goodbye, I'm going back, take care."

She looked calm, even though she had killed all the ghost kings and destroyed the copy of the game, she could still be so calm, and no one else knew what to say.

The collapse of the world continued, but the collapsed rubble and bricks began to become illusory. In the blink of an eye, the figures of several players disappeared from her eyes, and their voices of gratitude still echoed in the air.

After completing the mission, they were sent back to their original world.

Feng Changyun took away the sword consciousness and led it to the golden palace in the sea of ​​consciousness. After passing the mirror on the fourth floor, it was time for her to return to the world of immortality.

But the next second, the scene in front of her changed, and several people appeared out of thin air around her.

Looking around, she was now sitting in a room with a charcoal fire burning, making the room warm.

Feng Changyun tightened her fists in her sleeves, are you coming again?

Studio

[Good guy, seamless connection]

【Is this starting again? 】

[Boss, this time we will directly wear the dungeon instead of playing with them]

[No, why do you feel like the boss has been tricked? Otherwise, why would the game start again? It’s not like someone did it on purpose. He just wanted her to destroy all copies of the game.]

Feng Changyun took a deep breath and tried to connect to the golden palace in the sea of ​​consciousness. As expected, she failed again.

Suddenly, a person appeared out of thin air next to her. Ten people, five or five sitting opposite each other, just filled the long table.

One of them said: "Everyone is here, the game is about to start. Do you need to introduce yourself?"

Feng Changyun took a deep breath, it was enough to be tricked once, why not do it again?

Her eyes were as cold as ice, and she listened quietly to their self-introductions, her eyes turned towards the window.

There was heavy snow falling outside the house, and it had already laid a thick layer. The snow was pressing on the trees, bending their tops.

The person next to her elbowed her, and Feng Changyun turned her head to face a young and immature face.

"Sister, it's your turn."

This child looks to be no more than thirteen years old. How can such a young child be dragged into such a cruel survival game?

Feng Changyun frowned. Although she felt it was unnecessary, she still said her name out of education: "Feng Changyun."

After saying that, he was about to stand up when he heard the door open with a click. The wind and snow poured in from outside, making the room start to get colder.

A man wearing a thick hat and a shabby military coat walked into the house carrying a basket.

He looked a little impatient and threw the basket on the table when he came in. The fruits and bread inside were scattered all over the table, and some even rolled to the floor.

"You foreigners are the most annoying." He smelled heavily of alcohol and spoke with a loud tongue. He had obviously drank a lot, and his face was red from drinking or the wind.

"This is today's food. It won't be available starting tomorrow." After he finished speaking, he glanced around and said, "If you can't survive, you should die far away. Don't die in my house."

After saying that and about to stagger away, Feng Changyun suddenly stood up, grabbed the man's clothes and slammed him onto the table. He unsheathed the long sword in his hand, stabbed it down hard, and smashed the table. A long crack was made.

The accident happened so unexpectedly that no one reacted. They were stunned by the sudden accident. Only the child next to her screamed and ran away.

The man was sober in an instant. He turned around and saw the gleaming sword stuck next to his head. He almost fainted on the spot.

He was trembling all over, and looked at Feng Changyun with fear in his eyes.

Feng Changyun lowered his head, the murderous intent in his eyes undisguised: "You only have one chance to tell me who is behind you?"