Chapter 1292

Ann is not good at mazes. That's the truth.

But the terrain in front of him is not a maze. Besides, he has a peeping magic eye to spy in the sky. If there is no avalanche chasing behind him, he can pick out the shortest route as soon as possible.

But unfortunately, there is no if.

Once you enter here, you must slow down, but it doesn't matter if you slow down. Obviously, the avalanche behind you won't wait for you.

The mountain walls on both sides are barrel shaped again. The snow motorcycle can't climb up at all. There's no chance to detour.

It's a dog show today. Isn't it fun to see players running all over the ground chased by various natural disasters and dangers!

It's just fun! Especially for the players watching the live broadcast outside the field, it's great that those big guy players who are rarely seen in ordinary days are chased in a panic.

Seeing that the slope is getting closer and closer, and the avalanche behind it is getting closer and closer, there is no time to hesitate.

In this case, the easiest way is to give up resistance. Anyway, after death, it will be sent to the starting point of the track to start again. At that time, the avalanche has passed, and there is no need to worry about being chased.

But this will waste a lot of time. Don't forget that the title of the performance competition is "obstacle racing". Yes, the main purpose is racing.

An Yi means that if you want the lava like a wall to be separated by invisible forces, it will reveal a sufficient passage to fly over.

"Sleeping trough! Brother an, you're not authentic!"

Although the wolf God can fly, he can only become a green dragon. The passage left by an Yizhi is obviously not enough for the dragon to pass through. If he becomes an eagle... I'm afraid the feather is dangerous.

Seven murderers looked. He could follow him with flying skills, but he couldn't pull down his face.

The annealing chapter of the spirit Scripture was really easy to use, and the effect felt better than the carved book of the salamander. An Yizhi tore open the lava and came outside with little effort.

What appears in front of us is a lava zone, full of craters, large and small. Occasionally, we can see lava fountains 20 or 30 meters high from the ground to the air.

The gray sky was not dark clouds at all, but volcanic ash. There was a strong smell of sulfur, that is, the smell of rotten eggs, which was very unpleasant.

However, compared with the first two tracks, the lava zone seems to have a higher degree of freedom this time.

An Yizhi saw that the check points of three square illuminants were arranged in a triangle in the field of vision, and the spacing between them was almost the same, that is to say, players must pass through these three check points to enter the next track.

Then he looked behind him. In addition to the lava fountain he ran out, there were three other similar things, which should be the birthplace of the player.

In other words, the players in this track are far more than wolf God, seven murderers and an Yizhi. An Yizhi just sneaked away in advance by using the chapter of annealing.

What are you waiting for? Let's go!

–‐‐——–‐‐——

When players are tortured to death in the replica of the performance game, they are in the holy land of the God of death——

"Very good! Compared with the split sky paper swallowed by the avalanche, his companion Zhu xianbi has successfully broken through the cosmic track. Let's see how others are. Let's have a temporary halftime."

Then, aside, the microphone dropped, and the real death make complaints about the way.

"Are you really not afraid of being beaten when you do this to players?"

The latter opened his hood, took a hard sip of the drink, turned his eyes and said:

"Let them come. Anyway, if you want to find me, you must first break open your holy land."

“……”

The narrator has a very similar appearance to an Yizhi. If they stand side by side, they may be regarded as twins. This is no coincidence to explain the similarity.

The only difference is probably the eyes.

An Yizhi's eyes are quite strange blue for the yellow people, while his eyes are brown and black.

He once called himself "copy" in the copy, and often served as the narrator of the temporary copy. Although he spent most of his time paddling, most of the narrators were spliced with his voice line.

"Are you sure it doesn't matter?"

"Of course, it doesn't matter. These players won't be bad. Sometimes they need to relax."

"You know I'm not talking about a show game."

Cranword paused a little and then said:

"The shadow church has begun to take action. I guess you must know. Although I understand that you plan to use their plan, don't you think it's too dangerous? Once you play off, the whole multiverse world will be ruined with your hometown."

"There must be risks. If you want to achieve some goals, you must take risks. And I'm ready for failure."

Copy replied:

"I'm ready for remedies."

"... it's really worthy of being an ancestral troublemaker. I'm actually ready to deal with the aftermath before making trouble."

"Ha ha, I'm flattered."

Do you think I'm praising you!?

Kelanwo shook his head and didn't bother to argue about these. Anyway, it will be known whether he succeeded or failed soon. As a god of death, he had too much work to do and didn't have time to knock his teeth here.

He looked at the players on the screen, especially an Yizhi, who was struggling to fly forward, and muttered:

"It seems that remedial measures will be taken this time..."