The end of the world begins with failing an exam

"The successor of the King of Deep Space."

As he spoke, the strange man knelt down beside the golden swamp with trembling, and saluted Chen Jing respectfully, worshipfully, and enthusiastically.

"My wait is worth it! King Huang really has a successor! Deep space will not be a land without a master!"

"Who are you..." Chen Jing just felt a little confused.

I don't know if it's because the brain tissue has been separated from the skull, his thinking is a little slow now.

Hearing Chen Jing's words.

The armored monster slowly climbed up from the ground, holding a cross broadsword in his left hand and his right hand in front of his heart, and saluted Chen Jing.

"Deep Space Undead · Second Legion · Hunter No. 1... Yegetos."

"Can you speak more simply..." Chen Jing had a headache.

"Simple..."

Yegetos was stunned for a moment, then said hesitantly.

"I... I am a hunter..."

"..."

Chen Jing didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore.

When he thought that Zhao Weixian was still outside, he suddenly became anxious.

"How can I get back to normal?"

"Wait until the ceremony is over."

"When will the ceremony end?"

"I don't know..." Yegetos seemed to really not know the answer, and there was a sense of confusion in his tone of voice, "I only know that the creature that succeeds the throne needs to transform in the blood of the Yellow King first, and then..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Jing let out a low roar, as if struggling to crawl out of the golden quagmire...

Chen Jing felt that he could gradually control his "body".

It turned out that his feeling was not wrong.

He could indeed control it.

But...

"The ceremony is not over yet! You can't come out yet!"

"My family and friends are still outside... They are in danger... How can I waste time with you here..."

The human tissues in the golden quagmire are now slowly gathering.

It seems that they have been summoned by something, gathering in the center of the quagmire at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Those human tissues almost collided with each other in a collision.

In the end.

The golden liquid wrapped the chaotically spliced ​​body tissues layer by layer, turning them into a twisted and hateful meatball...like a meatball with stuffing.

Chen Jing is the stuffing in the meatball.

"This! What's going on!"

Yegotos didn't seem to have expected this to happen, and his tone couldn't help but become panic.

It was more afraid than anyone else that Chen Jing would fail in the ceremony... If Chen Jing failed, he would die.

Of course.

As a former deep space hunter, Yegotos was not afraid of death.

He was afraid of failure.

He had been waiting in the palace in an almost sleeping manner for such a long time... Wasn't it just to welcome the arrival of the new king? ?

It was no exaggeration to say.

If the "coronation ceremony" of the new king failed, Yegotos felt that there was no point in living.

"Did we make a mistake in some steps... or was there any important material missing in the coronation ceremony... It didn't seem to be mentioned in the will left by the king before his death..." Yegotos' tone was very nervous.

Material?

Chen Jing was dragged into the golden quagmire again.

Obviously, it was unrealistic to want to get out of it before the end of the ceremony.

But Yegotos' words reminded him.

Ceremony for promotion to Sequence 2.

Two of the three conditions have been met.

As for the last promotion condition...

Could it be the missing part of this coronation ceremony?

"I know why this coronation ceremony cannot be completed."

Chen Jing was wrapped in a golden meat ball, as if hidden in a golden weird giant egg, and his voice was particularly dull.

"If you want me to be crowned as the new king... it is indeed missing a material you mentioned... no... it should be a sacrifice..."

"What sacrifice?" Yegetos was stunned, and then asked hurriedly.

It had no doubts about what Chen Jing, the "new king", said, and it was all unconditional trust.

"The life of the blasphemer."

Chen Jing's voice became more and more dull.

The golden giant egg gradually sank.

He knew that it would not take long for him to return to his previous state.

It was torn into pieces and looked like a nobody.

So he had to hurry up and arrange Yegetos out.

"There has been a blasphemer hiding in the Yellow King's Courtyard... He is from the same era as you..."

"I know he exists." Yegetos nodded, "If it weren't for the mission, I would have skinned him alive and sacrificed him to the fallen Yellow King."

"Go kill him now."

No matter how vague Chen Jing's voice was, Yegetos listened to every word he said very carefully, wishing to engrave it in his mind.

"Kill the blasphemer..."

"The ceremony can proceed normally..."

"Go and take his life to crown me..."

Hearing this, Yegetos nodded without hesitation.

You want the blasphemer's life as a sacrifice for the coronation?

If you really want it...

"I understand."

Yegtos held the cross broadsword in both hands and bowed slightly to Chen Jing. Between the lines, there was respect for the future ruler of deep space.

"King, everything will be as you wish."

Chapter 159: The Hunter of the Old Days

Just as Yegetos accepted Chen Jing's request, Wei Nan and his party just met Zhao Weixian.

Seeing this damn ancient alchemist, he killed Ryan with a sword, and even deliberately crushed Ryan's head with his foot after he succeeded.

Wei Nan's eyes turned red instantly.

Not out of sadness, just pure anger.

In her opinion, Ryan is similar to her little brother.

There's nothing to say about someone who has his head cut off if he's not as skilled as a human being.

But if you are insulted after being chopped off... this is a bit too much.

"If you can't run away, just fight."

Yanque had already grasped the staff and sword tightly and rushed forward. His steps were as light and graceful as a deer in the forest. In an instant, he came to Zhao Puxian's side, raised his sword and stabbed.

This sword.

In addition to the fierceness of the attack, the angle is also extremely tricky.

But when Zhao Puxian saw it, he just sneered disdainfully.

He neither dodge nor fight back, but took the sword without moving.

Yanque's staff and sword stopped after breaking through the Taoist robe.

The tip of the sword was bent the moment it touched Zhao Puxian's skin. Yan Que felt that what he stabbed was not Zhao Puxian's body, but an indestructible piece of hard metal...

Before Zhao Puxian could fight back, Wei Nan pounced on him from behind.

Although without the blessing of sequence power, her combat effectiveness is very poor, but it is undeniable that she is still very experienced in street fighting, and there are many cases of the weak defeating the strong.

Just like now.

Wei Nan felt that he had a slight chance of winning.

Because before Zhao Puxian could react, she locked Zhao Puxian's neck from behind and began to strangle him in the most familiar posture...

This time, Zhao Puxian did not fight back.

Instead, he stood motionless and let Wei Nan do whatever he wanted.

He felt that killing these people directly would not satisfy his hatred at this time.

They should be allowed to see a glimmer of hope before despairing completely.

Until then...

"Are you stupid!" Yan Que couldn't help but curse, "The bodies of these alchemists have been modified by biotechnology! They don't need to breathe at all!"

"?"

Hearing this, Wei Nan suddenly realized.

No wonder the grandson didn't fall down even after being choked for a long time.

at the same time.

Zhao Puxian reached his right hand behind his back, suddenly grabbed Wei Nan's arm, and swung her sideways to slam her out.

After knocking down two big trees as thick as a bowl, Wei Nan fell silently into the bushes, with blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

At this moment, she didn't feel scared or nervous, just a little frustrated... How strong I was before entering this secret realm!

But what about now?

Not even breaking two trees!

Bones are broken.

The internal organs were also injured.

"It's not easy to be an ordinary person..." Wei Nan struggled to get up, coughed twice, and spit out the blood in his mouth on the ground.

Zhao Puxian watched this scene with great interest, not caring at all about Yan Que sneaking around behind him.

But the moment Yan Que took action again, he put his right hand behind his back without looking back...

There was a clang of gold and iron clashing.

The stick sword that Yan Que thrust at him again was caught between his fingertips with only two fingers.

Until then.