Reverend Insanity

Whoa, whoa!

A fierce barking of dogs kept ringing.

Dozens of wild dogs were killed together, with a large number on one side but loose ground. The other side is small in number but in a tight position, while the wild dogs have cover-ups, retreats, raids and other tactics.

Fangyuan stands on a hill not far from here, overlooking the battlefield from above, while at the same time directing.

This has been his tenth battle in the Dog King's legacy.

With his vast experience and knowledge of the Dog King's heritage, he rushed all the way down without risk.

The battle lasted for another cup of tea, and that was the end of it.

Throughout the battlefield, standing wild dogs, and eighteen others, were painstakingly accumulated by Fangyuan.

The source exhaled slightly turbidity and felt slightly tired.

“The Dog King inherits every ten rounds as a challenge and the difficulty multiplies. This time I survived with 27 wild dogs, sacrificing nine to resist the siege of nearly sixty wild dogs. ”

In the meantime, there's still a little bit of a risk in the process.

“The three kings are all magicians. The legacy of magic has always been harsh, admiring the laws of cold competition that prevail over the inferior. This round is enough to wipe out the vast majority of those who want to steal chickens and touch dogs. ”

On Mount Trident there are countless righteous magicians and magicians. Every time the Three Kings inherit the opening, there will be a large influx of magicians who want to come in and take advantage of their luck.

But the three kings inherited, both extremely strict. In order to select the most suitable heirs, the three kings have very difficult levels to arrange.

Among the three kings, the Dog King is a slave magician, the Shin King is a refiner, and the Blast King is a flame magician. They pick the heirs, and naturally they want them.

The first ten rounds of difficulty were enough to ruthlessly eliminate most of the bystanders.

By the beginning of the thirtieth round, there will be no bypass magicians.

In 50 rounds, all that's left is this elite, genius.

By the seventieth round, all that remains is the strong and deep.

There are absolutely few of them that can make it to 90 rounds, and all 10 fingers can count.

Especially ninety to one hundred, this last ten rounds, it's very difficult, very difficult. Even a demon like Fangyuan will not survive.

The three kings of previous life passed on for almost a decade. Close to countless characters, the righteous and heroic warlords of the magic.

Now the three kings inherited less than a year ago and belong to the early period. Most people, at most, can reach a dozen levels, which is already amazing.

By the middle of the year, people will reach the 50th level or so. It is difficult to go on, so they have to exchange experiences and sum up many patterns.

By the end of the day, most people wander between 70 and 80 levels. Only a handful of people fought around ninety rounds. These people, most of them five-spinner magicians, can draw people's attention to every move they make.

And by the end of the day, there were even many mysterious figures of the Six-Turn Fairy.

The source remembers most of them clearly. Of course, there's some ambiguity, but it's the end of the branch.

He knows a lot about the legacy of the Three Kings.

He knows his strength, no matter which way he inherits it, will never make it through 90 rounds.

After ninety rounds, it was all the checkpoints that the five-spinner magician had hoped to pass.

Fang Yuan knew that he was going to practice five revolutions, which was difficult. Ten years is absolutely not enough.

This is not only because the later the magician gets, the more difficult it is to practice. Also due to spring and autumn cicadas.

In this magical land, the speed of time flow accelerates, further exacerbating the healing speed of spring and autumn cicadas.

This is a huge potential threat to him.

Once again, the heavens and earth have fallen, and the field of vision flashes.

When he looked again, he found himself moved to another strange place.

Unlike the first ten rounds of clear vision, he now has a thick grey mist in front of him, ignoring the southeast and northwest.

With the exception of the six-round cicadas, all the other worms cannot be pushed.

Eighteen wild dogs, surrounded by him, but at this time, even if it's a dog trick, there's nothing left to do with it.

But the source was not alarmed, and he knew very well that from the tenth round onwards, inheritance would give every challenger the right to choose.

He stood still and quickly distinguished himself.

Deep in the mist on the left hand side, there is a glimmer of orange yellow light, as if someone were holding a lantern. A loud dog bark accompanied by a sound.

And just ahead, there's a black figure, and if it's hidden, it seems very close.

On his right hand side, deep in the grey mist, there was a blue ray of electric light flashing.

“Orange yellow light, representing a daisy Akita dog. This dog is more loyal, easier to manipulate, and more tactically compatible than the average wild dog in my hand. The blue light should be the message dog. These dogs run twice as fast as regular wild dogs. And the black figure, representing the next opponent, is another magician.” Fangyuan thought.

These were handed down by the King of Dogs to give him a hint.

The first time a person enters, he must be blind, can only try to break through customs, can not choose the one that is best for him.

But Fang Yuan knows very well.

Whether it's a daisy Akita dog, a telegraph dog, or a magician, it's both a challenge and an opportunity.

After a little reflection, the source abandoned the left and right directions and walked straight ahead.

The further he moves forward, the thinner the grey mist in front, the clearer the field of view. At the same time, he is increasingly connected to the control of his nineteen dogs.

The gray fog on the left and right sides is thicker.

Han did not stay, stood still, quietly looked in the mist and walked out of a person.

Han Fuliu is 48 years old, a righteous magician, four shifts to intermediate cultivation, has entered the Dog King many times to inherit.

So he has a lot of knowledge of the Dog King inheritance. At this point, when he saw the square source in the grey fog and gradually walked towards himself, he immediately realized that this was his opponent.

But he didn't panic at all.

He is a slave magician, like a fish in the dog king's heirloom.

In this particular environment, the accumulation before the magician does not count. The battle can only be fought with the tricks given in the inheritance. Fixed high and low differences have also narrowed sharply.

“This man was so unfortunate that he ran into me. I want to take this man with the least possible loss. Then hit level 22. ”

Han didn't leave much faith in himself, he rushed to level 21 last time. Such an achievement, in his circle, is already on the count of two. Beyond many four-turn high-ranking, peak magicians.

The source stepped out of the mist, his eyes were dark and dark, and his face was as pale as water.

Han couldn't help but shrink his pupils and reveal his horror.

“It's the Beast King! ”

He caught his heart tight and panicked.

Though Fangyuan had just arrived in Trident Mountain, he took the elementary cultivation as the cutting of three intermediate magicians in a row, what could be termed a murderous broadcast, Souvenir Herr.

Han is also middle class, but he knows his own knowledge, knows his own argument about fighting power, and is not as good as Sky Tiger and others.

Soon, however, Han did not leave a reaction: “This is not the outside world, it is a magic trick! In this round, both enemies can only use dog tricks. Little Beast King's tricks, he won't use them! He was walking on the road, so young, how could he have built a slave path? ”

Han's eyes were filled with ecstatic and greedy light, and he yelled in his heart: "Ahahahaha, this is a great opportunity! Kill the Beast King and I'll be famous. I can sell millions of stones to take away his worms! Wild dogs, come on! ”

The path is mild and usually doesn't kill people. Sometimes, even if it fails, it can be rewarding.

But the Dog King inherited it, but it was a monastic inheritance.

Here, you can kill. Death is also common.

Most importantly, in this magical land, the magician's own worm cannot be used. This means that if a magician dies, he cannot use his mind to detonate his own guinea worm.

Trident Mountain magicians have found this in the struggle.

This leads to a dramatic increase in the number of casualties of legacy magicians!

On the outside, before the magician dies, he will detonate his own guinea worm, leaving no enemies behind. Little has been gained from the fighting. But here, the magician dies, and the maggots stay. That's what makes people guilty!

If Han doesn't kill Fangyuan, almost all the worms in Fangyuan will remain. This huge trophy keeps Han alive.

With his mind moved, eleven wild dogs jumped in all directions.

Whoa, whoa!

Together, they scream ferociously, as if they were rainbows.

The colour of the source remained the same, and when these wild dogs rushed into front of themselves, this waved.

His hands gently, nineteen wild dogs, rushed out of the mist behind him.

“Nineteen?” Han left no shock, almost staring down his eyeballs.

“How can there be so many!” He was filled with doubt.

He himself was a slave magician, had great experience directing wild dogs, did his best to break through the tenth round and left 11 wild dogs behind.

And the Beast King, a powerful magician, how come there are 19 of them?

Eight more than him!

What a slave creation!

“No, it's not possible! It's definitely just his luck. How else would there be so many wild dogs left? Next, the real fight. Let me show you what a slave magician commands! ”

Han did not stay calm and quickly became full of fighting spirit.

In his view, the Beast King was so young that no matter how talented he was, he could not go both ways on the force and slave tracks.

“Hmm? There's a ripple.” Square has been watching his opponent.

Seeing Han change his mind, he immediately captured this slightly passing fighter aircraft and resolutely mobilized the most powerful wild dogs to form an assault arrow.

The next moment, this arrow swept apart its opponent's formation.

“Not good!” Han cautioned, hurrying to mobilize the wild dog.

But how could Fangyuan leave him the chance, the remaining wild dogs formed two wonderful arcs, one on the left and the other on the right, to instantly take control of the scene into their own hands!