The Way of the Extraordinary Night Wanderer, Chapter 165: The Sun Will, Gods' Instance.

Jiang Bangzhu flew out of the arena, glaring at the companion who stabbed him in the back. "How do you fight after tying it one to one? Anyway, I can't play. It's up to you guys."

"The Evil Camp arranged the roster first," Fu Qingxuan swept across the evil demi-gods opposite them, and said, "They won't send Ling Tuo to play, because Void hasn't made a move yet. If Ling Tuo plays, he will definitely die. The Evil Camp will probably send the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons."

"For us, the winning strategy is to choose a demi-god to defeat the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons and win the first match. Then, the third match will be left to Void." She swept across the lawful demi-gods and continued to analyze.

"The Lord of Ten Thousand Demons is very well-rounded. The ten demonic bodies each have their own characteristics. They are strong in output, control, and vitality, and they have an eleventh-level title. I think besides Void, no one can defeat him. If we want to choose a winning strategy, we can let the Goddess of Beauty try."

The Goddess of Beauty's voice was lazy and smiling. "I can at most protect myself. I can't kill Gunther-Rehn. As long as I hurt him, he will definitely wake up from the charm. Of course, I can also make him commit suicide by obtaining a price after pleasure. I don't mind enjoying pleasure in your sight, but the Demon Lord and I are in pure love, and I always feel sorry for him."

Her tone and her expression were like aphrodisiacs, and the lawful demi-gods frequently glanced at her, attracted by her.

Fu Qingxuan rolled her eyes. She admitted that the Goddess of Beauty made sense, but as the pinnacle of a scout who sees through everything, Fu Qingxuan clearly felt that the Goddess of Beauty was unwilling to charge for the Star Lord.

Fighting in team battles was no problem, but resisting risking her life on the arena.

This woman, like Void, was still thinking about the Primordial Celestial Venerable outside.

Personally, Fu Qingxuan also supported the Primordial Celestial Venerable. She had a good impression of that kid, and he was her brother's good buddy.

But a scout is rational. After the Sun instance opened, the Primordial Celestial Venerable lost the qualification to compete for the Sun Lord. All she had to do was one thing: defeat evil and help the Star Lord obtain the Sun Source.

Void Chairman said lightly, "The succubus is too weak. Sending her up is just suicide. You don't think the Evil Camp isn't prepared for this, do you? This match can only be played by me. You can't suppress the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons' title. And don't forget, the god of the Free Covenant is of the same profession as him. He must have left a trump card. Anyone who goes up other than me will die."

As he spoke, the Evil Camp indeed sent a middle-aged Caucasian man in a black suit and white shirt, Gunther-Rehn, the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons.

The first thing the chairman of the Biological Alchemy Association did upon entering was to take off his suit, shirt, leather shoes, and pants, leaving only black boxer shorts, revealing a strong body like granite. Every muscle was filled with a hard texture.

He folded the suit, shirt, and pants into neat squares, and placed the shoes neatly beside them.

By the time he finished arranging his clothes and shoes, Void Chairman was already standing ten meters away, arms crossed, curiously asking, "Is this some special habit, a ritual to please the Supreme Being?"

"No," the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons responded, his expressionless face having a wild beast-like indifference, lacking human emotion.

"Then why?" Void Demi-God asked in a chatty tone. "It can't be because they're very expensive, can it?"

The Lord of Ten Thousand Demons said expressionlessly, "Clothes are an important basis for distinguishing between humans and beasts. Even the strongest beast, even the son of a demon god, will not realize that he needs clothes. And even the weakest human will feel that he needs a piece of clothing."

"Clothes symbolize humans' sense of shame. Shame is a manifestation of morality, and morality is the beginning of civilization. So clothes are the beginning of civilization, they are sacred."

Chairman clapped his hands. "I'm educated, I'm educated. You evil demi-gods are all talented people, and you speak with great depth."

The Lord of Ten Thousand Demons' pupils turned into stony gray-white and shot out two pale beams of light. The petrification beams penetrated the Void Demi-God, splashing onto the arena. The restrictions created large patches of white, like fragmented stone armor.

No energy or matter in the world can attack the Void Demi-God, unless it is a higher-level rule.

Like a projection from another space-time, the Void Demi-God disappeared silently and teleported in front of the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, swinging his fist directly at his face.

"Ora Ora Ora!"

The chairman, wearing a silver mask, teleported rapidly around the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, flashing back and forth, each appearance accompanied by a roaring barrage of fists, hitting dozens of punches per second, causing the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons' body to bang.

The melee ability of the Void profession is not weak. The core skills of the Saint stage are "Trading" and "Fighter." Of course, Void's Fighter does not have special effects, unlike the Swordsman who has sword aura, or the Enchantress who has bleeding. It relies purely on strength.

So don't look at Void Demi-God's fierce operation, he actually didn't break the defense.

Gunther-Rehn took a deep breath and exhaled a viscous purple smoke, spreading in all directions.

Void Demi-God immediately stopped punching and teleported away.

His eleventh-level poison smoke might not kill him, but it would definitely leave him in a weak state. Gunther-Rehn sprayed more and more poison smoke, even spraying tiny pillars of purple smoke from his pores, constantly spreading in all directions, rolling and surging.

Void Demi-God grabbed a cyan-gray staff and waved it gently. "Gale!"

In a whistling sound, a strong wind swept across the vast arena, rolling up the poison smoke and dispersing it to the left, right, and sky.

A few minutes later, the gale pushed the poison smoke to the end of the arena. The purple smoke did not penetrate the restrictions with the airflow, but was blocked back, with layers of purple smoke rolling back.

From the rolling purple smoke, the voice of the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons came: "Didn't you notice? The restrictions of the arena do not allow any matter with spiritual power to pass through. This is to prevent the spectators from interfering with the match."

"Similarly, the space of the arena is in a sealed state. No one can escape by any means, you can't teleport away, and you can't teleport anything out of the arena."

"Void, you can only fight me in the shrouded poison smoke."

Void Chairman sighed. "As a profession that loves freedom, it is indeed embarrassing to fight in a dog cage."

He clasped his hands together and gently rubbed them.

As he rubbed his palms, the space in front of him seemed to be pierced through a hole.

Turbulent airflow poured into the hole, and the purple poison smoke, like water in a pool, quickly flowed towards the hole. The purple smoke in the arena was visibly thinning.

The purple mist suddenly surged, and a tall demonic figure rushed out of the "thick fog," its membranous wings billowing in the wind, its eye sockets surging with a pale color, and two beams of light shot out like Superman firing lasers.

The chairman, rubbing the air, entered a virtual state, ignoring the petrifying beam's attack, and continued to rub, until the purple fragrance in the arena dissipated.

He had a bead in his hand, and after putting away the solid purple bead, he said, "Thank you for the valuable material."

A small sapling appeared above his head, and the sapling kept growing, forming a large tree resembling a Christmas tree. The tower-shaped treetop was covered with props, colorful and dazzling, with a wide variety, as if entering a department store.

Void Demi-God reached out, close to the top of the tree, and dropped the black Zhanmadao, which he steadily caught.

The next second, he appeared behind the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, Zhanmadao sweeping horizontally.

Pfft!

The Zhanmadao slashed a deep knife mark on the back waist of the demon with pointed goat hooves and membranous wings, and dark red blood flowed, like a flood breaking its banks, unstoppable.

Void Demi-God teleported to a distance, holding the knife and standing, and smiled, "Cromie's abilities are too balanced, able to resist, fight, and cast spells. He is very good at dealing with melee demi-gods, but for me, he is a living target."

The watching evil demi-gods frowned secretly. The leader of the West District Branch of the Spiritual Ability Association, one of the two candlesticks, slowly opened his mouth. "To kill Void, you must cast spells. Any means of close combat are ineffective."

Of the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons' ten demonic bodies, the demon Cromie, the hellish demon Corsis, the Nemian sow, and the giant eagle Gosso are all useless.

"This battle is not easy to fight. If the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons can win, the overall situation can be determined." In his words, he had great confidence in Gunther-Rehn.

On the arena, the Cromie demon, the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons in disguise, had a stern look in his long pupils, and purple smoke surged again from his nose and mouth.

The purple smoke did not spread, but accumulated in layers around him, completely enveloping him to form a defensive field.

The purpose of creating a defensive field was to ensure that he was not attacked by Void when switching forms.

Not every form has strong defense and recovery abilities. With the protection of purple smoke, if Void dared to attack up close, he would be happy to exchange injuries for injuries. The three-headed hellhound has three lives.

In the surging purple smoke, Cromie's form changed drastically. His height increased from three meters to seven meters, but his figure was very slender, with a slender waist and legs, and round shoulders. The surface of his body was covered with a keratinized layer like armor exclusive to women.

His face wore a bone mask, and under the mask were a pair of dazzling golden pupils.

She let out a soprano-like cry: "Wandering Bard!"

The Void Chairman, holding the Zhanmadao, instantly distorted his body, his spine lengthened, his body crawled on the ground, his legs turned into hind limbs, scales grew on his body, horns protruded from the top of his head, and his eyes turned into amber-colored vertical eyes.

Under the pressure of his title, he directly distorted into a hideous monster with an incomprehensible form.

Zhang Yuanqing's forehead revealed a golden lacquer-like sun mark, scorching and painful, and the hot and domineering power of the Sun God was poured into his body through the character card.

Cells greedily absorbed the pure power, and Yang Shen was also absorbing the power of the Sun God, making him feel warm all over his body and soul, like bathing in a hot spring.

Compared to the last time on Pafos Island, this infusion was considered gentle. The cells were not annihilated, and the soul was not reorganized.

After all, it only increased experience points and did not level up.

"Reward 12% experience points, lower than Pafos Island. Well, the Mount Shu instance is relatively simple, powerful in the boss and elite monsters, but for me, it's not too difficult. I hope the two Three Talents Pills can help me break through to Level 9."

Zhang Yuanqing opened the item bar and took out two pigeon egg-sized pills. Taking advantage of the fact that the infusion of the power of the Sun God had not ended, he swallowed them in one gulp.

In an instant, the two pills turned into pure Taiyin, Star, and Sun God power, dividing into six strands of power in the stomach and sinking into the Dantian. Then, through the Dantian, they rushed to the meridians, limbs, and bones.

Zhang Yuanqing's eyes darkened, and he only felt a magma-like heat flow burning the body's cells, quickly annihilating them. Then, there was a cold current rushing in the body, freezing the internal organs and obliterating vitality.

The soul was also suffering from the torment of ice and fire. He had a premonition that he would be completely destroyed in the next second.

At this time, Ya Can's starlight played a role, coordinating the chaotic Taiyin and Sun, smoothing out their dryness and coldness, and guiding the direction of the two forces.

The sun burned the meridians and cells, and Taiyin cooled down and repaired the organs and muscles frozen by Taiyin. The sun was responsible for thawing and warming.

The power of the stars was like the arc in the middle of the Tai Chi fish, pulling the orderly operation of the Taiyin and Sun.

Zhang Yuanqing's pain gradually subsided, and his soul and body greedily absorbed spiritual power until the Lingjing prompt sounded in his ears.

The character card's sun mark suddenly lit up, branding from the forehead into the sea of consciousness like a branding iron, appearing in the golden sea of consciousness.

This round of golden sun kept rising and rising in the world of the sea of consciousness, and finally solidified, becoming a tepid golden blazing sun, continuously and stably emitting a soft golden light.

Zhang Yuanqing naturally controlled the ninth-level Night Wanderer skill, Sun Will!

The Sun Will is the authority to integrate one's own will into the power of the sun. The power of the sun is no longer pure spiritual power or energy, it will contain the owner's will.

The stronger the owner's will, the stronger the power of the sun. The concrete description is that Zhang Yuanqing shoots a golden arrow, carrying his will of the arrow, and it will continue to track the enemy until it hits or the will of the arrow is exhausted.

For example, he can use golden flames to burn the enemy. If the will in the flame is immortal, it will continue to burn.

With the Night Wanderer's primordial spirit strength, only the Illusionist can compare to him among the major professions. The golden flame integrated with the Night Wanderer's meaning is basically impossible to dissolve or extinguish.

In addition, the Sun Will and Sunrise combine to form a rule skill: Sunlight!

The rule of Sunlight is: Sunlight shines, all things grow, all things are destroyed. All things grow represents: vitality, which can be regarded as a self-healing technique, but cannot be used on oneself, because the essence of "all things grow" is to lend one's life to others.

It's okay to shine on others, but not on oneself. All things are destroyed is an advanced version of the "Sunrise" ability, enhanced version, giving the rule of inevitable demise.

I have mastered the power of rules!

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the charred skeleton left by Nüba, his eyes clear, without any emotion.

After being promoted to the ninth level, the divine power of the Arrow of Love was purified, and all distracting thoughts were also purified. His thoughts were clearer than ever before, and even emotions were difficult to surge, becoming calm, even indifferent.

Soon, the countdown ended, and Zhang Yuanqing disappeared in the Mount Shu instance.