Chapter 162: Unemployed Devil

In the level of the spar mine, Wu Fei had also drawn a card with a race of demons. A pseudo-sss-level card, after each use, the contractor will randomly appear as an n-level demonic vagrant or an sss-level ruler.
That being the case... then you may as well bet first.
Wu Fei quickly clicked on the virtual screen to switch the identity card-
"Are you sure to switch the status of your contractor [Shen Xing] from [human race: heavenly master] to [demon: unemployed wandering ruler]?"
"confirm."
At the moment of identity switching, the distant blood clan gradually disappeared in the same place as what was pulled by the force; the next second, a black mist diffused in front of Wu Fei, and a skin color gradually appeared in the black mist Pale young man-he opened his mouth and showed two tiny devil fangs on his lips.
It was still cold and handsome, and he was right.
But unlike the last ruling appearance, this time, the demon does not look so aggressive-there is no magnificent costume that symbolizes the dominant position, no black wings that cover the sky, There is no strong black magic angle on the head, and even the pupil color is normal and deep black, not the cold and oppressive light gold of the ruler of hell.
He was also wearing an ordinary white shirt and suit trousers, and his clothes were still stained with blood and raised dust. It was stained during the fight of Prince Cai Cai Shen, and it looked like he had just fought a fight on the street. same. Except for the small pair of fangs, the man does not even see any demonized features, it is completely an ordinary human.
Among demons, the lesser the demonization characteristics, the lower the power and the lower the status. The demons like men are undoubtedly at the bottom.
Wu Fei glanced at the card surface:
n level
unemployed
Wu Fei couldn't help but feel a "sure enough" feeling.
Fu Wushuangzhi. He knew he would not be lucky again and again.
The handsome demon in front of him tilted his head and looked at him indifferently: "Who are you? Where is this? I am your contractor?"
According to the identity introduction, the current ruler is not only an unemployed nomad, but also a state of amnesia.
Now Wu Fei discovered that not only did he not remember his other identity, but he didn't even remember everything else.
Yuan Lao's millennium old eel is still struggling to resist the attack of the demon lord. The millennium old eel is an ss-level contractor, but his prototype's attack power is extremely weak, but his defense is comparable to sss-level contractors. Therefore, he turned the prototype into the front and could barely block it for a while, but it was not a long-term plan.
In this case, the face-drawing card is undoubtedly a waste of time and money and not necessarily a productive choice.
Wu Fei saw that the unemployed demon in front of him couldn't figure out the situation. In this race against time, he had no time to explain. He quickly switched identities again, from the demon to the heavenly master.
Shen Tianshi wore a white mask half-floating in front of Wu Fei. His long black hair was loosely tied behind him. His black eyes looked down at Wu Fei through the mask. He seemed to be silently asking him what he had to say.
Beside him, the air seemed to be exceptionally quiet.
Wu Fei anxiously stepped forward to grab his wide robe sleeve, seizing the time and asked: "God, our opponent is now an sss-level demon lord, can you deal with him?"
Now they have 7 resource points left, but the other party has only 3 resource points. The advantage of these 4 resource points is to match their remaining contractor status, and it is not that they have no way to deal with each other. As long as the tactics and strategies are appropriate in the game, players can kill bosses that are several times stronger than themselves, so in the case of own resources now being dominant, even contractors who face sss-level should not be helpless. Wu Fei roughly calculated it in his heart, and finally chose to ask Shen Tianshi who felt that he was most likely to have a solution.
Although they are all gods, the professional abilities acquired by different identities, or the methods they choose in case of encounters, are still different.
Shen Tianshi lowered his eyes, and his eyes seemed to fall on Wu Fei's hand holding his sleeve, seemingly thinking for a moment, then gently nodding his head: "Yes."
"Give me some time, I will lay out a formation that can weaken his strength. As long as he is introduced into this formation, his strength will be weakened to the ss level."
Wu Fei nodded again and again: "Yes, as long as it is weakened to the ss level, you can deal with him by switching your prince status."
After the mask, Heavenly Master's black eyes seemed to squint slightly for this sentence.
"But this formation requires a special material. It must take the blood of a demon or who is more powerful than the demon lord. The real identity of my demon identity is the ruler of hell, and his strength is stronger than him. Although the unemployed nomads can't exert their power, blood still works. After half of the formation, I will switch to the demon form, and I won't remember anything at that time. Bring the blood to me." Shen Xing said indifferently, turning out a small pink transparent glass bottle from the robe sleeve and handing it to Wu Fei.
This passage was a bit tangled, but Wu Fei understood what he meant, and quickly and carefully put the small glass bottles away.
The battle situation is urgent. Even with all-out defense, the bloodline of Yuan Lao's thousand-year-old man is still falling slowly with naked eyes. So Shen Xing was not idle while confessing these words. He had already chosen the location, waved his sleeves lightly, and began to draw the circle.
Old Lao had to fight against Shen Xing for time, and it seemed very difficult.
Yuan Sanfan knew that Wu Fei had pseudo-SSS-level contractors, and was originally looking forward to witnessing the domineering debut of SS-level rulers. He didn't expect his captain to summon an unemployed wanderer. Looking at the miserable look of Old Yuan in a depressed mood, I couldn't help but whispered next to Wu Fei: "Wu Fei, Wu team, the opposite is the summoning of the sss contractor. We are a bit difficult in this game..."
Wu Fei narrowed his eyes at the battle and turned his head, saying: "It's hard to win."
Wu Fei reached out and patted Yuan Sanfa’s shoulder: "Because I want to go further in the final plan, I have to go stronger if I go further. I have to work hard to win every battle that I can win. "
Wu Fei also couldn't tell exactly when his thoughts were generated. The most direct stimulus might be the failure of the Fallen Temple. After the extreme unwillingness and resentment, a faint fear appeared in his heart... even, fortunately.
Fortunately, this is during the season, in the Glory Arena, not a normal level. Even if it fails, it will not be eliminated; fortunately, there is a resurrection stone on his body. If one day really fails, at least there are still An opportunity for resurrection.
He won all the way smoothly. Before losing that day, the concepts of "will fail" and "will be eliminated" have gradually become blurred, as if it would naturally go on like this. But the failure of the level that day was like a warning bell knocking in his ear, telling him that if he really lost, he didn’t need too much, he only had to lose twice in the real level, and he would be forced to leave the final plan.
Leaving the final plan means that Shen Xing will never be seen again.
He couldn't understand the reason, but he instinctively resisted the result. He couldn't imagine how this kind of thing would really happen, so he could only do his best to avoid this result.
Fear of tragic results is often one of the motivations that drives people to work hard. It was like when he was in the college entrance examination that year, he wanted to take Peking University wholeheartedly. He couldn’t imagine what he would do if he played an awkward relationship with Peking University, so he studied before the college entrance examination. Tsinghua University.
Back to the moment, Wu Fei can only think of one way to avoid the fate of being eliminated, is to try to make himself stronger.
There are only two main ways to become stronger:
The first nature is krypton gold. In the final plan, if krypton is too much, and krypton reaches the level of the Star Wars team, the continuous improvement of krypton gold will naturally be limited; but for beginners like him, krypton gold can still bring him a lot Large room for improvement.
Wu Fei counted, according to the criteria of the final ranking awards of the glory arena in previous years, as long as they can maintain the ranking, after receiving the glory award, he should be able to rise to the golden position after participating in two or three levels. At that time, he can leave the final plan during the break and contact himself with a reliable sponsor.
In fact, since the poker game level, he began to attract attention because he was temporarily ranked first, and some unknown companies or organizations tried to add his communicator and get in touch with him, showing that he wanted to sponsor him, recruit him into the team or Sign a contract with him. But at that time Wu Fei concentrated on preparing for the next competition, and the enterprise institutions that extended the olive branch and the conditions for the opening did not particularly make him tempted, so Wu Fei shelved this matter on the grounds of preparing for the battle at that time, and waited until he Ascending to the golden level, this matter can be put on the agenda again.
By then, every victory he won, every result, will become his bargaining chip.
He always believes that it is not opportunities that are reserved for those who are prepared, but those who are prepared will always accumulate "opportunity points" and create opportunities for themselves.
The second is to strive for victory in each level. Not only is it possible to get more rewards after victory, the top 20% reward and the top 30% reward in the Glory Arena are not a grade, these reward resources can make them stronger, but also because he believes that in each It is possible to gain more experience and maximize growth only after working hard as much as possible, and this is undoubtedly more important.
So even in the face of sss-level opponents, he will not easily admonish.
Now is not the time to analyze the journey of the mind and heart to fill the chicken soup, Wu Fei did not explain more to Yuan Sanfa, but Yuan Sanfai saw an unshakable persistence in his eyes. So he nodded and affirmed: "Listen to you, there is something terrible about sss-level contractors, and the gods are certain. The whole level was haunted, and we don't survive."
Having said that, Yuan Lao's bloodline continues to decline-two thirds, one half, one third...
When the blood volume of the thousand-year-old man was only one-third, Shen Xing's formation was finally basically completed.
He stood in the center of the circle and calmly waved to Wu Fei.
Wu Fei was not far from him originally. When he saw it, he immediately ran over and saw that Heavenly Master nodded to him.
The mysterious heavenly master wearing the white and white gown of the impeccable immortality instantly turned into an unemployed demon with white shirt stained with blood.
The amnestic demon walker frowned slightly and looked at the circle he was in. He finally looked at his planner and said in a cold voice: "Why did you change me away quietly... What is this circle doing? of?"
Without waiting for Wu Fei to speak, he seemed to understand what came over. His cold eyebrows spread a little, but his dark eyes seemed to hide more displeasure. He lowered his voice and looked at Wu Fei low Voice: "You are fighting against others, you have changed my other identity... Do you think I am a low-level demon?"
"You think I'm useless, you think I can't protect you... is it?" His voice was hoarse with unspeakable temptation, and seemed to murmur in your ear. Wu Fei almost nodded following his coquettish inquiry, but fortunately reflected it in time before ordering.
His original plan was to play emotional cards with him, telling him directly that his identity is now in a special state, and he has amnesia, but they have experienced many levels together and have a deep emotional foundation. Now he needs his help. It takes a drop of blood from the other party...
But Wu Fei hesitated at this time, and he instinctively felt that he had to change a strategy at this time.
I'm afraid it won't work according to the words prepared before.
I really don’t understand why the walking gods in amnesia are so difficult to deal with. This was the case with His Highness the Prince, and so is the unemployed demon comrade now.
During their conversation, Yuan Lao's bloodline continued to decline, and only one-fifth was seen. There is not much time left for him, he must get the blood of the demon walker as soon as possible.
Wu Fei quickly turned countless thoughts in his mind, and finally settled on one.
Although it feels a little unreliable, he has no time to think too much, and he can only use the intuition generated in the conversation to say: "Yes, you are the demon I summoned, I am your planner."
"I have heard the legends of the world that the person who summons a demon can make a wish to the other at the expense of his own soul. I don’t care if you are a high-level demon or a low-level demon. This makes no difference to you. You It is the demon I summoned, my only demon, no matter how powerful you are, I can never have a second demon besides you."
The amnesia demon walker with a cold face across his face lowered his eyes after hearing this, and seemed to uncomfortably tilt his head and coughed.
Speaking of which, Wu Fei blinked nervously and continued: "So are you willing to take my soul and fulfill my desire?"
The demon looked at him with a cold face, and coughed secretly, and said seriously: "Well, I took your soul, and you can't find other demons to deal with it in the future, even if you encounter a powerful one The devil can't do it, just find me. Say, what is your wish?"
Yuan Sanfan next to him was forced to observe that their enemy is still "scrapping", watching Yuan Lao's precarious bloodline being too anxious, and not knowing who these two people are coaxing.
Wu Fei stared at his black eyes and whispered: "I want you a drop of blood."
The useless unemployed demon heard no further questions about what humans want from his own blood. He just raised his hand and bit his left index finger with pointed demon teeth, and handed it to Wu Fei.
Pale slender fingers reflected in the red blood beads, especially striking.
A drop of blood dripped onto his lips, and he opened it with his lips, staining his slightly pale lips with a tingling red.
And between these red and white, those dark, bottomless eyes looked straight at the human in front of him, waiting for him to collect his loot.