"Only by killing one player can we have an indigenous person who can enter the real world?" Huang Yunxian asked with a frown.

"Yes, so, those players must die. This is the entrance volume. We enter the real world. The entrance volume of this big game." Wu Shen nodded affirmatively.

"Then I'll go back and send an order and kill him." Huang Yunxian did not hesitate. After bowing and bowing, he immediately entered a small room on one side.

Where would anyone know that this small house in this slum area is actually a connection point connecting the world of the World of Martial God.

"Why?" Ye Cheng discovered at this time in Yuntian Palace that the ugly woman was actually light blue and elegant. No one told Ye Cheng, but Ye Cheng knew that he was definitely not an ordinary person to be able to enter here.

Facing Ye Cheng's questioning, Qianlan smiled gracefully and said, "Shenlan, what is your purpose?"

Ye Cheng was stunned when asked, and immediately said, "Save all players and find ways to send the World of Martial God back to its original trajectory."

Ye Cheng is definitely not talking nonsense, he is just talking about his heart.

"How many player masters will die when fighting against Xixia?" Qianlan asked gracefully.

Ye Cheng retorted: "There is no way to exchange the sacrifice of a few people for the survival of most players. This is the only way. Should we just watch those Xixia soldiers rush into the main city controlled by our players? Although it is easy for these masters to escape, don't forget that the player's main level is around 6, and those who exceed 55 can be called strong people, those who exceed 60 are masters, and those who exceed 65 are truly first-class masters, but how many people will there be? There are hundreds of millions of players, and there are probably less than one million people who can protect themselves."

Qianlan Leo Ya smiled coldly and said, "You also know that there are less than one million first-class experts. If there are no one million people, what should the remaining players do?

"This...resisting the attack of Xixia Kingdom does not require such a large damage."

"You have forgotten your roots. The soldiers of Xixia Kingdom are indigenous people, so are these around us not indigenous people?"

A sentence was like a revelation, which made Ye Cheng realize in an instant. If the first-class masters lose too much and the indigenous people under the Martial God suddenly attacked, it would be the nightmare for the players.

The world of Martial God is gradually integrating with the real world. Players no longer have the ability to resurrect, and once they die, they will be killed.

Seeing Ye Cheng frowning and silent, the elegant words of light blue eased down and said, "Dark Blue is low-key. You are too nervous recently, which makes you make a mistake in your decision. If possible, take a few days off."

"Rest?" Ye Cheng smiled bitterly. He might be able to rest when he returned to the real world. Otherwise, as the number one master of the God of Martial God, Ye Cheng knew that he had no room for rest at all.

Prestige is a spur, and it is also a heavy burden. Ye Cheng can leave now, but the final charge will finally fall on him.

Ye Cheng didn't want his reputation to be passed down through the ages, but at least he was unwilling to be infamous for thousands of years. His fame now is like a shackle, which has completely tied him up.

Ye Cheng rubbed his painful head, looked at his eyes and his nose, and forced himself to calm down. After saying this, Lan Eye found that he was really on the verge of being possessed. At this time, even if there was only a little spark, he would burst.

Soldiers, yes, those Aboriginal NPC soldiers.

Ye Cheng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he instantly guessed the purpose of light blue elegantly.

"Yes, we shouldn't care about the gains and losses of a city and a place. Preserving our own strength is the right way." Ye Cheng's face showed a smile.

Qianlan also smiled faintly. At least, Ye Cheng replied to the original Qingming Festival.

Why do you care so much about Ye Cheng? Qian Lan Eye herself doesn't know, but in the dark she felt that there was a special connection with Ye Cheng, and this kind of continuity seemed to be the closest relative.

For others, except for those former partners who have left the online game world, few people will even be advised by Qinglan Leo so patiently.

Zhou Botong and others didn't say anything. Although it involved NPs, they were still indifferent, as if they did not belong to the indigenous people.

However, several men in black, even Huang Laoxie, showed a look of displeasure on their faces. Although it was only a moment, they were still captured by Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng was even more worried.

The World of Martial God has not completely collapsed and has not completely merged with the real world. Although the players occupied dozens of main cities and became the actual rulers of these main cities, this is like a thief. The rules of the Real World of Martial God, the royal family among the aboriginal people of the Real World of Martial God still exists. In order to protect this country, those NPC soldiers still have to stick to their responsibilities.

Once you retreat, retreat again, as long as you are a player, you will be warned by your respective gangs. As long as the Xixia Kingdom invades, all players will immediately evacuate to the surrounding main city.

The rules of the World of War God made their own reactions. More and more indigenous NPCs were conscripted into the army and rushed to the front line. For a time, the national war was in a stalemate. Every day, the Xixia soldiers and indigenous NPC soldiers were killed.

The battle was very fierce and lasted for half a month. For half a month, Ye Cheng had to visit the front line every day, not for the fight, but for more information.

"Boss Deep Blue, something is wrong." Ye Cheng once again returned to his mansion from the front line, his little hands trembled but walked over cautiously.

"What's wrong?" Ye Cheng asked.

"Level 6 players were arrested and killed. In half a month, at least more than 300 players have disappeared." The little hand trembled and said cautiously.

More than 300 players, even if they are first-class experts at level 6, can be ignored against the backdrop of hundreds of millions of players, but if they feel something is wrong with their little hands trembling, Ye Cheng knows that things must be very serious.

"All of them are from the same gang?" Ye Cheng asked with a frown.

"More than 300 people from the core group of the Yutian Gang, which is closest to the Martial God, were killed. At the same time, in the Yutian Town, which is closest to them, all more than 300 indigenous NPCs of the same level were missing." The little hand trembled and said.

The Yutian Gang, Ye Cheng had some impression of it. Since the last time the player had a small conflict with the indigenous people of the Martial God, all the players had been around as much as possible to various main cities. Only this Yutian Gang, the gang leader did not move away, and became the gang closest to the territory of the Martial God.

Most players also regard the Yutian Gang as a weather vane. As long as something happens to the Yutian Gang, it will definitely be a sign of the indigenous people under the Martial God's subordinates taking action.

More than 300 masters above level 60 have already disintegrated the core power of this small gang, which makes players unable to remain calm.

However, what Ye Cheng was even more worried about was the whereabouts of the more than 300 indigenous NPCs of the same level.

If the players are different, when the World of Martial God is not fully integrated, players can still use the teleportation array. However, the indigenous NPCs have been unable to use the teleportation array since the World of Martial God. The sudden disappearance is definitely not a normal phenomenon, let alone more than 300 people.

"How long have you checked? Are there any clues?" Ye Cheng asked.

"There is no clue, and it suddenly disappeared. Three of us have already died because of it." The little hand said sadly.

"Oh no, things are not good. All players are on level 1 alert. Any indigenous NPC approaches and kill them directly." Ye Cheng immediately opened the address book and posted his orders.

Because of more than half a month of peaceful coexistence, players gradually got used to their current state. Although they were still alert to the indigenous NPs, doing some business with each other has already happened. Ye Cheng Mingrui noticed the danger. When more than 300 NPs suddenly disappeared, his face turned extremely gloomy.

At this time, the face of the Martial God was even more gloomy than Ye Cheng. He did not expect that if he ordered, these subordinates would be so brainless.

"You... Pigs are smarter than you, you... you might as well die for me." When pointing at the subordinates who were standing in front of him, Wu Shen's fingers trembled.

"What kind of existence is the Yutian Gang? Don't you know? That's the weather vane that players look at us. You can kill, but kill all the core forces at once. Aren't you the Destroy Gang?" The Martial God roared angrily.

Huang Yunxian's face turned red, but she didn't dare to refute it because her subordinates were really too brainless.

"Master, I just killed some players. What's there? Did we kill fewer ones before?" said a native.

The God of Martial Arts is very mysterious. They are very mysterious in the world of the God of Martial Arts, and mystery means that they are not famous. In this case, the God of Martial Arts has no deterrent power to these Aboriginal NPs. The reason why these Aboriginal NPCs leaned against him was nothing more than to make the so-called immortality and immortality. Now this dream has been shattered, and only the only thing left to be able to leave the God of Martial Arts, experience a novel world, and barely maintain the reputation of the God of Martial Arts.

"I don't admit it if you are pigs? It doesn't matter if you kill 30,000 players, but the Yutian Gang is right next to our territory. They were attacked on a large scale. Can those players not be alert? Three hundred people, just 300 people, have become their alert. Do you think our strategy can continue?" The God of Martial Arts was so angry that he was so angry.

As a special system in the World of Martial God, Martial God can find some loopholes in the rules of the World of Martial God. These loopholes are nothing to players, but as long as they are exploited, it will be a blessing for the indigenous people.

Replacing people with people means that the God of Martial Arts thought of a strategy. Even if the world of Martial Arts cannot be fully integrated with the real world for the time being and the number of people is fixed, then it is absolutely feasible to exchange the NPCs of the same level of indigenous people for players of the same level.

Just silently kill players of the same level, and the indigenous NPCs can pass the channel to the real world without being restricted by the rules of the fusion of the Martial God World.

The Martial God knew very well that one or two people, or even three or five hundred people, will be completely destroyed once they enter the real world. Martial arts masters may not be able to compare with those powerful weapons, or the domineering hidden weapons called by the Martial God.

But if there are too many people, the God of Martial Arts will definitely be sure to occupy the real world and turn the indigenous NPC into the masters of the real world. Unfortunately, because of the stupidity of his subordinates, the variables have increased sharply. These are really pig-like teammates.
Chapter completed!