The appearance of the most advanced NPC in the fantasy world was too simple, Bai Jiashu hadn't adjusted his expression yet, he was wondering if he should kneel on one knee to show respect?

"You have my things on you." Laman looked at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said.

Bai Jiashu paused, and took out the props of the time accelerator: "Do you mean this?"

Laman nodded, and he waved to Bai Jiashu: "Come closer, my child, don't be afraid."

He walked a few meters closer and stood beside the white-bearded old man. He handed over the time accelerator, but he didn't see how Laman moved. The system prompts [The attribute of this item has been increased by 2 percentage points].

Hiss... It's no wonder that he is the creator of the world, so it's too tempting to just raise his hand to change attributes.

Bai Jiashu took over the brand-new Time Accelerator and checked the new attribute description over and over again. He admitted that he found countless business opportunities at this moment.

There was a hint of danger mixed with joy, and Bai Jiashu suddenly opened the distance between him and Laman.

He landed on the lawn not far away, frowning: "What are you doing!"

An illusory white mist floated around Laman, forming a circle around him like a substance. Just now, the white mist condensed into sharp spikes, which were about to pierce his back.

The old man still looked kindly: "Don't react so much. I gave you a reward. Shouldn't you be loyal to me? It's just a body. I used to have as much as I wanted."

Raman looked as if he was justified, with a smile on his face, and he didn't seem to take him seriously at all.

Bai Jiashu's head was buzzing with an alarm. He quietly squeezed the laser sword around his waist with one hand, and the time accelerator with the other. As long as the old man dared to move, he would immediately stop time.

"It's useless, those things that are mine, how can they work for me." Laman seemed to have seen the funniest thing in the world, shaking his legs on the tombstone, "My child, don't be afraid, As long as you remember that I was once the god in your heart, you won't hesitate at all."

He was full of confidence, but Bai Jiashu didn't wait any longer, he jumped up suddenly, turned into a swift cannonball and bounced towards Raman, a side kick with all the strength in his body, and at the same time the laser sword His neck has been cut, the steel wire binds the opponent's body, the time is pressed to slow down, the high-voltage power grid is adjusted to the highest energy, and at the same time the small rocket. Cannon has been fired.

One second usually seems very short, but it is so long at this time. After the flash, a big hole was blown out where Laman was standing, billowing thick smoke flew away, and the group of tombstones beside him fell apart.

Bai Jiashu squatted on the ground panting. Against such an ultra-high-level NPC, players in the war of attrition definitely have no advantage. No matter how high his blood volume is, it is impossible to consume Laman. Not to mention that he may have many strange skills , the only way to fight is to win with one blow.

however……

The gunpowder smoke dissipated, and the old man stood unscathed. He raised his hand and applied a healing BUFF to himself. The damage caused by Bai Jiashu just now was fully repaired, and his whole body was radiant.

There was a glimmer of gloom in Bai Jiashu's eyes: It's impossible to win.

Raman smiled and said: "I have been trapped in this ghost place for 1000 years. People have long forgotten their former rulers. Son, I don't blame you. But you have only come here for so many years. I want you to stay here instead of me." Come down, no rejection allowed."

He was high above the ground: "This is the order of the Creator God, you should kneel down and give thanks to Dade."

Bai Jiashu saw the billowing white smoke re-condensed around him, turned into countless cloud thorns and aimed at him, stood up: "Fuck, have you ever studied Marxism? Do you know that you need to learn the advanced thought of socialism with Chinese characteristics and establish a scientific foundation?" The concept of development, and the creation of gods, I have long been an atheist!"

Raman: ...what and what.

When he couldn't figure it out, Bai Jiashu jumped back swiftly and decisively, and quickly fled towards the outer circle. As he ran, the cloud thorns behind him seemed to have eyes, leaving deep holes on the ground one after another.

Bai Jiashu stepped on an old tombstone, and suddenly the stone became brittle and broke with a bang. He slipped and fell to the ground, thinking that he would be pierced through, but who knew that the weapon turned into a cloud would actually be Right in front of you, but not one step forward.

Laman didn't move a step, and remained in the middle of the tombstones.

"My child, come back, I can give you more advanced props, which are rare and rare in the world."

Bai Jiashu patted the dirt and stood up. This guy seemed to be trapped here and couldn't leave.Who has such a great ability to imprison the God of Creation.

Laman was still pulling his neck to "seduce him carefully", Bai Jiashu poured himself two bottles of speed-boosting medicine, and looked at the other party in silence.

Raman's attribute column blood bar and ability are all:? ? ? , higher than those city lords, Bai Jiashu is not naive enough to think that he can kill the biggest god in the fantasy world by himself, although he is already a psychopath now.

Opportunities are rare. It's not easy to get in this ghostly place, and it should be difficult to get out.Think about it, if Raman can be killed, then the exploding experience will probably push him directly to the No. 1 throne of the four regional servers, not to mention the props and prizes that may drop, the old man's collections are worthless. One is not an artifact.

But you have to live to enjoy it, right?

Laman talked dryly for a long time, and saw the human warrior not far away stood up, stretched out the index finger and middle finger of his right hand to his lips and made a gesture of blowing a kiss towards him, and then turned his head. walked back.

Laman: ...kids these days.

After leaving the group of tombstones, Bai Jiashu ran in the opposite direction as fast as he could.

As far as he could see, it was an unchanging desolate grassland, not green at all, and there were no wild flowers and small animals on it, and it was dead silent, as if it was really just a cemetery.

Any map has boundaries, and deserts and oceans are no exception, but Bai Jiashu ran in one direction for an unknown how long, so long that he looked at the time, almost an hour, and he did not see any boundaries, or Suspected borderline.

He could not see the mountains, nor the water, nor the path.

Under such circumstances, a phantom suddenly condensed from a broken stone tablet not far away is a bit scary.

Bai Jiashu watched helplessly as the suspected ghost floated up and turned into a general with a blurred face, wearing armor and holding a longbow.

The middle-aged general raised his bow and arrow and shouted: "For the dignity of Thunder Holy Land, I will guard here and my people until the last drop of blood is shed!"

The ghost horse with the same blurred face under his crotch raised its front hooves, neighed, and rushed towards Bai Jiashu like the wind. Not only that, but the army's shouts could be faintly heard behind the general, and Bai Jiashu subconsciously drew out his gun and shot them all. A swarm of bullets—the bullets all went through the body.

He turned and ran without thinking.

He had never run so fast before, but a sound pierced through the air, even though he had changed his direction, the arrow seemed to have eyes, and it pierced his shoulder with a puff. Xing paused slightly, and spat out blood suddenly.

He rolled on the ground several times, and when he was about to fight to the death with this physically immune ghost general, when he raised his head again, the man, horse, and even the ghost army behind him disappeared.

Only the blood that fell was so real, and the arrow on the shoulder was still stuck there.

Bai Jiashu wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth. Judging from the damage, this general at least has the fearsome level of a city lord.

The top 10 players among the players, when facing super high-level NPCs, still only have to be beaten.

Bai Jiashu breathed a sigh of relief, keeping his blood at 80%. He looked around, and when he was about to choose a direction to continue running, white smoke suddenly rose from the side of the hillside.

In the white mist, a camouflage team appeared in front of him, about a dozen people, wearing body armor and carrying machine guns on their backs.

Of course, it is also the ghost team whose face is blurred and whose face cannot be seen clearly.

"Don't even think about stepping on the Red Ridge Bridge. You don't want to cross it unless you step over my dead body." The man in the lead said loudly, and he raised his gun first, and the rain of ammunition flew towards him. Bai Jiashu stood on the ground with one hand A difficult backward leap, the gap in the air, the GROZA gun in his hand was already aimed at the ghost captain.

The swift flame hit the ground, and none of the bullets hit.

"Grass!" Bai Jiashu cursed and retreated decisively.

After doing this three times, he saw all the ghost generals, ghost soldiers, ghost special forces, ghost archers, and ghost city lords. If it wasn't for the blood bars still falling, he doubted if he had fallen into hell.

Bai Jiashu sat on the turf and was bandaged. He was injured all over his body now. Fortunately, there was enough red medicine in his backpack, otherwise he would be consumed by this ghost place soon.

He obviously ran in one direction, but he didn't know when he returned to the group of tombstones. Laman sat on the restored stele and looked at him.

"You think too simply. The Baidi Mausoleum is used by this world to restrict my existence. It is impossible for you to get out so easily."

Bai Jiashu didn't raise his head: "If I can't get out, don't even think about getting out."

Laman: "As long as you are trapped here instead of me, I can get out."

Bai Jiashu didn't bother to talk to him about some nonsense, he stretched out his hand to wrap a bandage on his calf, and took out a piece of bread to gnaw on to restore energy.

When Samadhi was trapped on this mysterious map that he couldn't get out of at all, a huge change was actually taking place in all the regional servers.

"What, you want to sell the guild?!" Jing Potian stood up abruptly, "Are you kidding me!"

Jingbatian was still sitting there with a blank expression on his face: "Don't be surprised, someone paid me a lot of money to hire me to play other games, of course I will consider it. You forgot that we are professional players, and staying here is just being oppressed." Under the halo of some people, you are willing to be the second child of a thousand years, but I am not willing."

Jing Potian frowned tightly: "It's too sudden."

"It's not sudden at all. I've been thinking about it for more than a month." Jing Batian said, "The buyer has also been found. The robot empire is huge, and there are always people who are taken advantage of and are willing to buy at a high price."

Jing Potian only felt that his head was getting bigger. When he walked out of the office, he heard the players under his hands discussing about resignation.

"I heard that the president wants to sell the guild."

"What do you hear, it's a done deal. It will lose so many rankings, and it will no longer be competitive. Let's think about where to find another home."

"We are not high-level players, who would want us from a group of dawdlers?"

"Grass, there are so many messes in playing a game, the fantasy world has become more and more difficult to mix recently."

"It just so happened that my cousin took me to play with the magic gun, let's go together."

Jing Potian felt cold sweat dripping down his forehead, he even saw that Butterfly Girl was already mixing with Yue Renge, which was in the limelight recently, but he couldn't do anything.

The wave of change is coming too fast, they are all just ordinary players, and no one has the ability to compete with the wave.

Ye Feng came to Zhai Zhen with a stack of data: "Today alone, [-]% of the guilds have surrendered. I have to admire their actions. How much effort did they put in?"

Zhai Zhen glanced at it: "They are all small fringe guilds, which only account for a number. They are not the type to play a game for a long time."

"As for Jing Batian and his group, he also retreated." Ye Feng said, "I was quite surprised, I thought he had at least some backbone."

"Who would have trouble with money? Besides, he has been suppressed by samadhi for too long. When the mountain in front of him is too high, not everyone is a fool." Zhai Zhen said indifferently.

"So many players withdraw at the same time in large numbers, Magic Gun is too willing to invest capital, there are countless players in Fantasy World, can they get back their capital?" Ye Feng questioned.

"There are a lot of players in the fantasy world, at least it is still the case now. When a group of mid-to-high-quality players retire, most of the replacements will be rookies and fishing players, plus those who deliberately disrupt the atmosphere. Of course, in the long run, the competitiveness will no longer exist. Existence, what they want is a big change in the fantasy world, and it is best to be able to recover from a setback."

"And there are still people lobbying high-level players for them. Maybe it's threats or temptations. After all, no one wants to be killed to level zero, so it's better to take the money and leave."

"Who?"

"Anyone is possible."

作者有话要说:感谢在2020-01-1319:51:58~2020-01-1416:30:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Qingxiao Jianxian;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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