Monster Paradise

Divine Realm, Noche Super Star Realm.

As one of the six super star domains of Divine Realm, here is also the headquarters of many five-star or even six-star shelters.

Among them, the death sickle's headquarters and the six-star blood sickle shelter are also stationed here. In this super star domain, the Bloodsail Sanctuary closest to the seven-star level is a well-deserved overlord.

At this time, the death sickle headquarters meeting room in the blood sickle shelter was a little lively.

In front of the round table of the conference table, seven figures sat.

Fifty or six meters from the round table, a white-haired boy stood.

If Lin Huang is here, he can definitely recognize it at a glance. This young man would have visited his funeral sky not long ago.

"Funnel, what's the result of the review?" A voice inquired in front of the round table.

"The worm corpse is real." Burial heaven's eyes fell on the person who had just opened his mouth. "The whole worm corpse's body did not have any traces of injuries, it should have been killed by spiritual mysteries."

"Is this true for all worms?" Another asked.

"I only saw one, and the other corpses should be the same from the photos." Funeral answered blankly.

"How about this newcomer named Xie Lin?"

"His combat strength is a bit weird. Judging from the strength of breath, it is a nine-turn virtual god, and there is also a breath of divine energy in the body, and even a breath of divine fire. But it doesn't seem to condense the godhead. It should be a special cultivation method. When it comes to fighting power, Funeral could not help but frown slightly.

"Do you think this newcomer is reliable?"

This question gave Funeral a little hesitation, and then gave a surprising answer.

"do not know."

After saying these three words, Funeral went on to add, "I asked him if the queen worm was the time to kill him, and he said yes. Although there was no negation, no positive answer was given. I cannot be sure What is his true strength? "

"Also, his identity is false, and his past experiences were fabricated. This was a point that made me doubt at first, but after the meeting, this doubt was dispelled."

"Why?" Someone asked in front of the round table.

"He's a human." The sentence of burial sky suddenly put the entire conference room into a silence.

At the conference table, six figures glanced at the seventh person almost simultaneously.

The man with the bone-mask mask tapped the desktop with jade-like fingers, and laughed softly, "I didn't expect this little ghost to be my kin."

Sitting next to the man, the female creature with white fluorescence also spoke. "In the current situation of the human race in the Divine Land, this newcomer's disguise is excusable. There is no need to delve into this."

"The top forces openly recruited by Divine Realm are only the War God Temple and our Death Scythe. His false identity, joining the Temple of War, can only mingle with the outer circle. It is naturally a better choice to join our Death God."

"Anyway, we get paid for as many tasks as our death sickle does. With his combat power level authority, he can't access confidential information."

The voice of the white fluorescent creature had just fallen, and a flame monster sitting opposite her spoke up.

"But that task is considered top secret. Are you sure you want to let this little ghost of unknown origin join?"

"That place can only be entered by the living beings under the God's Realm (True God). The little ghost of unknown origin in your mouth, if you really kill those insect kings, he is undoubtedly the strongest destiny of this era. Realm (Virtual God). He is also the person most likely to bring out what we want. "

"And with the combat power of his destiny (virtual god), he doesn't have the ability and courage to hide it. As long as things are brought out, they will naturally fall into the hands of our death sickle. As long as the corresponding compensation and commitment are given, I believe He will surrender things on his own initiative. "This time it was a humanoid man wearing a bone mask.

The dispute between the two sides was still in doubt, and a person in front of the round table suddenly opened his mouth and asked about the funeral day.

"Funny, you have had direct contact with this newcomer. Do you think it is appropriate for him to assign that task?"

Hearing the question, Funeral was silent for a moment.

"Personally, he has something I can't see through him. That task has been pending for many years. If anyone really wants to say that he can accomplish it, of the people I've met, he should be the most likely.

"Of course, this is just my personal feeling, it may not be accurate." Funeral finished, adding another sentence.

"Then ... vote." The questioner turned to look at the other six people to the left and right.

A few moments later, seven people voted in front of the round table.

"Five votes agree, two votes reject." A creature with a golden crown on his head made a strange voice, "That's it, the newcomer Xie Lin joins the list!"

"Funnel, if you are not busy, you will be solely responsible for this task."

"It can be handed over to me, but I have to make a condition." Funeral said unceremoniously.

"You say it."

"If something really comes in, I want a copy of that person's heritage!"

"can!"

After receiving a definite answer, Funeral bowed slightly towards the seven, then turned and pushed the door to leave.

Seven people have not yet left in the conference room.

"Hurry up and start the next issue. There is still work to be done in my deity.

"My deity's position is not very safe, so let's speed up the meeting."

...

Iron Fist Shelter.

After sending away the funeral day, Lin Huang rushed to the scheduled practice room as soon as possible and opened a short-term retreat.

Since Funeral Heaven said that the review has been completed, he is not in a hurry to hand in the task. Anyway, wait a few more days, wait for the news of the new task, and go out to submit the task without delay.

The time passed and the day passed.

Lin Huang felt that his "Infernal Affairs" had been practiced on Xingtou, and a message suddenly came from a strange number.

"Pause your cultivation for a while. I'll find you something."

Seeing the information, Lin Huang froze, "Who are you?"

"I saw it yesterday." The message returned in seconds.

"Funny? Why did he ask me again? Is it the task of the task he said before? Why not just use short messages or background messages to publish the task?" Lin Huang was full of doubts, but still said, Where are you? I'm going to find you now. "

"At the door of your training room."

"Uh ..." Lin Huang was speechless for a while, then quickly got up and opened the door of the practice room.

Sure enough, a "boy" wearing a black scarf was waiting at the door.

"Go in and talk." Seeing Lin Huang open the door, the funeral step directly into the small-scale training room.

"No need to find a place to chat?" Lin Huang frowned.

"It's just right here." Funeral had sat down on the floor and patted the floor next to him. "Close the door and sit down and talk."