There is glory ahead.

Walk.

go ahead.

Wang Shuai walked forward.

After walking for a while.

On the Avenue of Stars, countless stars shine, and on the road, gathering into powerful figures.

The eyes of the figure are cold and ruthless.

The figure is real.

Although it is the starlight.

But these cold people.

Each of them has no living breath of life.

What's it?

Wang Shuai narrowed his eyes.

It looks very obvious.

These people are not living people.

But it can move or even fight like a living person.

There is a sword in everyone's hand.

"We are sword slaves, responsible for protecting this avenue of stars. Anyone who wants to walk up the sword mountain and obtain the fairy sword must defeat us again and again."

A sword slave said.

The voice is cold and ruthless.

Another sword slave said: "There are ninety-nine levels on this great starry road.

As long as you can pass fifty levels at a time, you can obtain a sword scripture.

If you can pass the seventy-seven levels at a time, you can get a sword heart.

If you can pass the eighty-eight levels at a time, you can obtain a congenital sword fetus.

If you can directly pass the ninety-nine levels, you can choose a fairy sword outside the sky.”

The sword slave said.

Wang Shuai's eyes frowned.

Fifty levels, one sword scripture?

Seventy-seven, one sword heart.

Eighty-eight, one innate sword fetus.

Ninety-nine, you can choose a fairy sword.

Needless to say, it must be too difficult.

It is estimated that it will be difficult to pass the level to fifty at one time.

At this time, a sword slave said:

"It must be once, that is, the first time I have embarked on this road. Next time you come back, there will be no such treatment.

Next time you can only pass the level and experience it, and there will be no rewards.

Unless you finally walk to the top of the mountain and pass through ninety-nine levels, you can get the chance to choose you with the fairy sword.

Instead of choosing the Fairy Sword, do you understand?"

Hearing the words,

Wang Shuai nodded and asked, "I'm curious, are you living or dead?"

A sword slave said, "You are wrong, we are from the alien world. We are ideology, which is what you monks call the soul, and have been devoted to this body condensed by the power of special stars.

You cannot feel our life breath, because the body condensed by the star power is a simple energy body and has no life.

But our ideology is the dominant one. So strictly speaking, we are both dead and living people."

alien?

Wang Shuai was shocked.

A sword slave said, "Don't be shocked, the universe is so big, there are too many worlds. For us aliens, you low-level people are also aliens. However, the planetary world you live in is too low, and you have not even reached the first-level civilization world.

And our world is already a third-level civilization world.”
Chapter completed!