After The College Entrance Examination, I Was Actually Encrypted By The National Sss Level

After the castle in the sky appeared at the end of his field of vision, Wang Jingan rushed there on foot.

He discovered that the city was much larger than he had imagined.

Birds and beasts, houses and buildings, cities in the sky, yachts in the sky... are vividly displayed here.

It's like all cultures from ancient times to modern times have been integrated into this city, which is extremely lush.

Suddenly, Wang Jing'an had a bold idea: "Could it be that before the last owner of that spiritual weapon, Luanmo City actually existed? It was just that it wasn't a city at that time, it might have been a small home or a pavilion. , a street..."

Wang Jing'an's guess was not unfounded. From what he saw along the way, it was easy to see that the architectural styles here were not uniform.

It covers everything from ancient times to modern times. For example, among the houses on the street to the left of Wang Jing'an, one is a high-rise building, and underneath there is a series of ancient shops.

However, Wang Jing'an had no basis, so he stopped speculating.

When I reached the bottom of the Wanwu Building, I looked up at the sky, and a doubt arose in my mind: "How to go up here?"

"Little brother, I sensed that you have a great treasure on your body." At this moment, an old man quietly appeared behind Wang Jing'an, "There are fluctuations in the demonic power of the Lingxi clan, are you the pretty boy from the human race who came to Luanmo City to escape? "

Wang Jing'an turned around and saw the other person, frowned slightly, and then glanced around the empty surroundings. When did this old man appear behind him?

After thinking for a few seconds, Wang Jing'an nodded without denying: "Yes."

"Come with me." The old man was wearing a rough linen garment, and he didn't look like a human race. There were still some parts of his body that had not completely transformed.

For example, the sharp ears are a bit dark, and the nose is a bit like an elephant. However, the nose is quite successful in transforming, and you can't tell why without careful observation.

"Are you the person in charge of this building?" Wang Jing'an asked.

"I am the host." The old man smiled faintly, seeming to be full of expectations for Wang Jing'an.

Then, the old man took Wang Jing'an to the ground at the bottom of the pavilion, where there was a teleportation circle.

When Wang Jing'an stood on the magic circle, in the blink of an eye, the scene in front of him changed drastically.

Originally surrounded by bustling streets, the scene in front of me has now turned into yachts flying everywhere and birds flying around.

Wang Jing'an stood on the first floor of the castle in the air. People were coming and going here, including a small number of human warriors, but most of them were demons.

After the two of them appeared, a waitress walked up to the old man and said respectfully: "Master."

"Prepare a high-end room for this little brother, and arrange an auction venue for him tonight." The host said lightly.

The waitress was a little surprised when she heard this. She looked at Wang Jing'an curiously and asked in a low voice, "Master, is this a noble descendant of the eight demon clans?"

The poster shook his head: "He is a human boy, and he is going to auction the sacred relics of the Lingxi clan, so he won't live long. We must try our best to provide the best environment and top-notch services for this distinguished guest."

When the waitress heard this sentence, she thought she heard it wrong, and subconsciously asked: "Lord...Lord, did I hear it correctly?"

The host smiled lightly and said: "Are you surprised? Today I will give you some insight. Not everyone is afraid of the eight demon clans, such as this distinguished guest."

After finishing the work, Wang Jingan was taken upstairs by the waitress.

The waitress was leading the way and walking a little unnaturally. It was obvious that she was nervous.

And she herself had never received such a distinguished guest.

Wang Jing'an suddenly felt that after the poster said that, many people looked at him differently.

Coupled with the dark web, some people have now heard that a ruthless person has entered Luanmo City.

However, this ruthless man seems to be a pretty boy with a thin body, and does not look like the kind of person who lives a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife.

When they walked all the way to the Tianzihao room, before Wang Jing'an entered the area, the waiter leading the way was greeted by a half-human, half-demon guy: "Who, go help me arrange the afternoon auction. I hunted just now." I killed a weak man and gained a lot of wealth."

The waitress was stunned for a moment. When she saw that the other party was a descendant of the eight demon clans, she hesitated: "But I still need to help this distinguished guest arrange the Tianzi room and the auction venue for the evening."

Wang Jing'an also looked over and saw that the other party had a more obvious feature, a hunchback.

It's not so much a hunchback as it is carrying an oval... turtle shell on its back.

Coupled with the fact that the waitress was so respectful, there was a high probability that she was also a descendant of the eight demon clans.

"Tianzihao?" The hunchbacked man frowned: "This pretty boy looks like a member of a weak tribe, right? Did the host ask you to arrange it?"

The waitress said "Yes": "Yes, we will arrange a separate auction for this young man tonight."

"Separate arrangements?" This sentence aroused the hunchbacked man's interest: "Pretty boy...huh?"

The pretty, hunchbacked man who had just finished speaking suddenly realized something and remembered the photos and information someone had published on the dark web: "Are you... the one who came to auction the spiritual relics?"

Wang Jing'an didn't answer. He didn't have a good impression of the monster clan. Even if the other party provoked him, he wouldn't mind killing another monster here.

Then the hunchbacked man stopped talking and stepped aside. It was not a fool. This pretty boy could kill the Seventh Prince of Lingxi. It was definitely not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

That prince had an SSS-level bloodline, was still at the peak of the Four Realms, and had the ancestor's protective belt, but he was beheaded at the very least.

The hunchbacked man knew that he had just broken through the four realms, and if he provoked this kid, he might suffer disaster soon.

So it's better not to meddle in other people's business.

Wang Jing'an was a little surprised by the other party's attitude, but he didn't think much about it and continued to walk forward with the waitress.

"Sir, the one just now is a descendant of the Polar Black Turtle clan. It is also one of the eight demon clans. It is also one of the contestants in this year's ladder competition." The waitress said.

When he heard the words "Ladder Match", Wang Jing'an became interested: "Has the ladder match started? How many life and death stages will it last to?"

The waitress said: "The ladder competition has just begun. It is still the first life and death level. Each level will last for half a month. It has only been four days."

Wang Jing'an asked again: "The first life and death test, what exactly is it?"

The waitress said: "Hunt humans or demons of other races, and then hang the bodies high in the building of life and death."

After saying that, she did not forget to point out the window on the far right.

Far away from that place, there was a tall building, but it didn't stand in the sky.

There were densely packed figures hanging on top of that tall building.

Wang Jing'an used his strength to observe the densely packed figures. These figures were all corpses, hanging there bloody.

There are people, demons, children, and old people.

"In the end, whoever hunts more people or demons will be able to advance to the next level?" Wang Jing'an frowned. No wonder Senior Li said that the ladder match reflects the ultimate darkness of human nature.