MTL - Half Immortal-Chapter 161

Lin Zhen looked back at them, and then at the pure black projection suspended in the sky outside the window.

"It's still sixteen people," he chuckled, "then I've successfully dragged it. Little pet, please sign."

Yu Feizhou still turned her back to Lin Zhen, closed her eyes, and said to herself, "I didn't see anything."

Yan Wei: “…”

He stepped forward in disbelief, swept everything in front of him, and roughly understood what Lin Zhen had done.

This is the headquarters of Yuemang, and there are also a bunch of players who are facing off against Yuemang and Xuanbird. These are obviously all the super-high-level players who can enter the 99th floor of Yuemang. . Lin Zhen should have used Lin Qing's power to transfer a large number of mysterious birds, rushed to the Yuemang headquarters, and arrested the son of Yuemang's current head.

Yuemang's head is Yu Zhengqing, and Yan Wei knows him. Haven't seen it, but have heard of it.

When he first climbed the building and was a newcomer, Yuemang was the master. Compared with the mysterious bird he brought up with his own hands, Yuemang is an organization with a very deep foundation and a long existence. Even going back, among the players who are still alive, basically no one can tell when Yuemang appeared.

But it is precisely because of their rich background that they are familiar with the experiences of the top-level dungeon, and they are very aware of the horror of the top-level dungeon.

So even if these people were there when Yan Wei first entered the building, Yan Wei had never seen them.

, These people will always choose the 90th floor to the 98th floor copy to enter. Some people died in the dungeon in the first few times, and those who survived each time, the more times they went in, the more they were afraid of climbing to the top, and they became more and more proficient at descending the stairs to climb the stairs. keep escaping.

These people have long been paralyzed in the 90s and downstairs. When Yan Wei first climbed the building, either a new star, these people would not pay attention to him at all, or he I have already reached the super high-rise, and I went directly to the ninety-ninth floor, and I can't meet these people in the nineties.

They are the so-called "forever" in malicious mouths.

It is the person Yan Wei doesn't want to be.

He knew that nothing happened to Lin Qing and Yu Feizhou, and his expression returned to calm. He narrowed his eyes, copied his pocket with one hand, flicked it with the other, and threw a pure black invitation to Yu Feizhou. Yan Mingguang also walked to Lin Zhen's side, and handed Lin Zhen the invitation letter he had taken in this copy.

Lin Zhen was still holding on to Yuemang's son, holding the dagger in the other hand along with the invitation letter.

Yan Wei said: "When we chose the invitation letter, we wrote the choice for the ninety-ninth floor. These two are invitations for the ninety-ninth floor, you can take it."

Lin Zhen: "Yo, all five of us go in?"

"Hmm."

Yu Zhengqing saw that Yan Wei seemed to be planning to let everyone in, but he still thought that Lin Qing was the one who had the final say now. He looked at Lin Qing and said in a low voice, "Lin surnamed, your brother doesn't care? Just rushed in so openly, and if you don't let go of my son now, you can't justify it, right?"

Lin Zhen said with a "cut": "I let go and you will sign immediately. How can my brother and Yan Wei get in?"

"The ninety-ninth floor is not only open this time!"

"Then why don't you go in?"

"This time there is a descending passage-"

"What are you going to do on the top floor, thinking of going in and looking for the chicken in the downstairs passage?"

"You—" Yu Zhengqing was choked for several times, almost made a move, glanced at the number "16" outside the window, and finally endured it and said, " I'm discussing with your brother, why are you interrupting?"

"My surname is Lin too."

Yu Zhengqing took a deep breath.

Lin Zhen didn't think it was enough: "It's good to be **** off. If you're **** off, let you cry father and mother."

Yu Zhengqing is immortal. To be able to get to this point today, the ordinary aggressive method can't be effective at all.

He looked at Lin Qing coldly: "If we drag it on, maybe two people who were not sure will be moved. We are doing our best here. Lou just said that more than eighteen It is not said that there must be only 18 people. It is better for us to take a step back, everyone can sign their names at the same time, and everyone can enter. After entering, the current affairs will be written off, and there may be more people in the copy. There will be more chances for everyone to succeed. Since we have to go to the top floor, if we really succeed in leaving here, everything in the building has nothing to do with us, and everyone has nothing to hold grudges."

Lin Qing looked at Yan Wei, obviously not daring to decide alone.

Yan Wei hooked his lips silently.

Can it be written off?

How about supplying the land to the building?

He said: "Okay, count three two one, Lin Zhen let go of the bastard, we signed at the same time, everyone was happy and entered the top floor. But ah..."

Yan Wei copied his pocket with one hand, and took out a coin from the pocket of his windbreaker with the other hand, and slowly rubbed it in his hand, his eyes drifting to nowhere. His calm voice was moistened with a cold snow at the moment: "It's a write-off, you want to do it, we don't want to. Secondly, I'm going to say something ugly. Although it sounds like there is a passage for descending the stairs this time, it may not be what you think. That way, it's easier than ever."

The downstairs passage is just something to attract others to enter before he comes out.

Lin Zhen dragged on like this, and his malicious intentions were completely broken. Yan Wei would enter with these people. The difficulty and danger of the dungeon will only be higher.

Yu Zhengqing just said: "You can agree, just count, let's sign."

He only felt that Yan Wei was alarmist. The top level is dangerous, who doesn't know it? They have been spinning up and down the 90th floor for so many years, isn't it just because they cherish their lives? But now, the top-level copy has a way out, and the temptation is big enough for them to ignore those dangers.

Yu Zhengqing looked at Yan Wei from top to bottom.

Young and looking high. He hadn't seen it, but had heard the name a few times.

He is a new star of Xuanniao, and in one year, he has gone from the first floor to the point where he can enter the top floor. He also has a grudge against Yuemang...

In short, he is a young man who has never experienced ninety levels of danger, and a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. It's good for such a person to enter the dungeon together - after all, the top dungeon also needs some idiots to die.

It’s not impossible for me to bring your son to the eighty-ninth floor to play with you when you go in.”

Even if Lin Zhen let go of his hand, the **** stood there with a pale face, screaming in pain, but did not dare to move.

After Yu Zhengqing knew that they were going in, the rest of Yuemang would naturally come to clean up his son, and he was not worried. He and the rest of Yuemang took out the invitation letter and bit their fingers.

Yan Wei glanced at each other.

He said in a low voice, "You may not go."

He has already been to the top floor once, even if this time, under the malicious intervention, the opportunity to enter the top floor came so suddenly and unprepared, for him, he was just walking towards the goal .

He is not afraid of death. He is someone who has to go to the impossible sooner or later, last time to save everyone, this time to save himself. But Lin Qing and the others are different. They can choose to live on their own in the long years, or they can choose to face the ultimate challenge in constant preparation.

These people actually don't have to go with him to the place where the end can't be seen.

Yan Mingguang just cut his finger, and his fingertips were already on the invitation letter, ready to write down his name at any time.

Yu Feizhou smiled: "We already got the invitations for us, how can we not go?"

Lin Zhen: "It's not dangerous, I don't want to go."

Lin Qing nodded towards Yanwei.

Yan Wei smiled: "Okay."

"I've counted," Lin Zhen said, "don't let me count to the end, but no one who has been in for a month has seen it, three-two-"

"One."

Several people from Yuemang dropped their fingertips at the same time.

Yan Mingguang wrote his name in a dashing manner, Lin Qing's expression remained the same from beginning to end, Yu Feizhou smiled, and Lin Zhen wrote dragons and snakes.

Yan Wei solemnly wrote his name on the invitation letter on the ninety-ninth floor without any hints. It was the first time that he wrote these two words that he had written so many times with such force.

The blood-lined invitation letter is like a dark door to hell, bottomless, no light can be seen.

Every time he writes down, some names that are no longer alive will always pop up in Yan Wei's mind. There are passers-by who are on the way to the top for the first time, there are friends who have never had the chance to come back at the last step, there are enemies who have died and disappeared, and there are new old people who they meet on the second time...

"Yan Wei."

Yan Wei suddenly heard Yan Mingguang's cold voice.

He looked up and saw the man's finger on the invitation, but his pure black eyes stared straight at him.

"Do you want to go out?"

Yan Wei was taken aback: "I want to take everyone out."

Isn't this the end they've always wanted to reach?

In the blink of an eye, Yan Mingguang just said, "Okay."

The name is the last stroke, Yan Wei draws the last dot with his fingertips and lifts it slightly.

The world is spinning.

The gloomy sky suddenly swayed, and the calm air around was windy from nowhere. In the blink of an eye, Xuanniao and Yuemang's players were still facing each other outside, but the few people who were fighting with swords and arrows disappeared together in the waves, leaving only the pool of blood on the ground, a few amputated hands, and the young man with severed fingers lying limply. on the table.

Around the endless monument, the suspended black projection also fluctuated. The next moment, the **** "16" jumped and moved to "17".

There are already many players below who plan to watch from beginning to end. The most lively casino area in the past is now empty. All over the world in the building, everyone looked up at the center, waiting for the dungeon to open.

"Only one..."

"I guess it's not easy, right? There are so few super high-level players, stuck at 16 for so long, and only moved one. Maybe it will take several days to reach 18."

"But this time there is a passage to descend the stairs. Wait a minute, I guess soon-"

The discussion came to an abrupt end.

The numbers didn't stop scrolling. However, just after scrolling to "17", the number fluctuated again for a while and turned to "18".

In the silence, the copy did not start, but the numbers began to scroll one after another. 19, 20, 21…

Stopped at "25".

Everyone took a deep breath.

After countless days, how many players are still alive in the world who can enter the top floor? This number... It seems that all of them have been cleaned up, and it is several times larger than the top-level dungeon battle that Xuanniao took the lead in opening.

The ethereal sound of the building sounded again from all directions, reaching the ears of every player.

[It was detected that the number of people who signed the top-level copy invitation letter exceeded 18 instantly, the copy channel was closed, and all top-level invitation letters that have not been used at present are invalid. Please enter the eighty-ninth floor again to get new invitation letter. ]

The long black monument pierced the sky, the dark clouds pressed down, the birds rushed down from the heights, the cool wind blew in the distance, and there was a rustling sound.

[Top copy...on. ]