If Gu Lan and Liang Feifei are of similar levels, after all, what else is wrong with them, their cultivation and identity are above them.

What can they do if they stay?

Be a foil?

Ling Luoyu glanced at the soul beside him: "Senior, what are you going to do if you leave these people behind? Play with you to relieve loneliness?"

Soul chuckled and curled his lips: "Six people...you said, how can you play?"

His smile made Ling Luoyu's heart beat inexplicably, and he suddenly thought of what Jia Guizi and others had said.

Could it be that he wants-

"Senior, don't you... want to play big?"

"Playing big? Not big!"

The soul smiled and turned meaningfully.

"If I want to play big, I'll let you deal with them alone... Now, it's just one-on-one!"

Ling Luoyu's heart sank instantly—

really!

This immortal continues his rules of the game.

Kill each other!!

"How do you want to play?"

"The survival of the fittest... who can survive depends on yourself!"

“…”

Gu Lan, Liang Feifei and others flew out, stood beside Ling Luoyu, and looked alertly at the soul walking away.

"What is he going to do?"

"Continue to play his game!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes flashed over the people around him, and his eyes were cold.

"Or, like others, the corpse is gone and turned into a pile of...slag!"

"Continue his game?" Liang Feifei's eyes trembled: "Yes... I want us to continue to use each other..."

"yes!"

“…”

For a moment, everyone was silent.

Although they all guessed that the chance of surviving was very slim, when they were told that they would die, they were still very heavy and depressed.

After a long time, the white-headed man whispered embarrassedly: "But... why are we, the group of people..."

How to play?

In terms of cultivation, he and Gu Lan are not on the same level at all.

It seems that there is no difference between dying in his hands and dying in the hands of the soul.

Why did the soul still keep him and Ding Buliu to play this game?

They are just something that can be killed in seconds and can be killed in minutes.

Everyone looked at me for a moment, but they didn't even guess the meaning of the soul.

This high-level PK low-level game seems to be not interested in the level of soul, right?!

"I know, you are all wondering why I left you, all of you, will not wait for others!"

The soul turned around leisurely and smiled.

"Actually it's very simple... Your existence is not something that can be determined by cultivation!"

His fingers were leisurely pointing at Baitou Weng and Ding Buliu.

"For example, you two have similar cultivation levels, and they are the so-called brothers of life and death. What about you..."

His fingers turned and pointed at Zhan Cheng and Liang Feifei.

"Although your cultivation level is different, it's important to have feelings between you..."

Zhan Cheng and Liang Feifei's expressions changed.

"What do you mean?"

"What are you going to do?"

"It's nothing special. I just want to know...will you two kill to the death!"

He smiled with a bad heart, and his eyes turned to Ling Luoyu Gulan.

"Of course, I also want to know...who will be the final winner of you two!"

Gu Lan's pupils shrank: "Do you want us...six people to show up in three parties?"

really--

This time, just like the last time, the result given to them by the soul is still the survival of the strong!

"Not bad! Only the surviving person... will have a way out!"
Chapter completed!