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People outside can't see the specific situation of the Land of the Buddha, but they can get a general idea from the leaderboard on the forum.

Wang An chewed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, clapped his hands together, and said with a smile: "The big brother is still very good, and now there are more than 1,000 people in line."

Vivian looked at the phone and said calmly: "Generally speaking, at the final stage of the Futu game, there will only be a small group of people left. Only a few people will survive to the end, at most a dozen or so."

Wang An waved his hand: "This is just the beginning. Everything is still uncertain. Only potential stocks like Big Brother are worth looking at. Those who are already strong or weak, you don't need to look to know the result."

As he said that, he berated Su Changxing with 30 million points on the forum.

This is the gambling system about Futu on the forum, probably Doomsday Game acts as the banker, allowing other players to bet.

Such a banker is really fair, at least there is no need to worry about cheating.

For many players, this is an opportunity to get rich overnight. For players like Xiang Su Changxing, the odds have reached one to several hundred.

However, this bet is staged, not on who can survive in the end, but on how many names this person can enter before the next stage.

You can also bet on whether you can survive to the next stage, the odds are much lower, but if you bet on some powerful players, the first few stages are almost guaranteed to make money.

Putting pressure directly on a seventh-rank player like Wang An, being able to enter the top 100 is equivalent to throwing all the points in vain.

"It's not such a waste of points." Wei Wei gave him a white look, and said, "Even the saints of the doomsday religion can only be ranked in the top 50. She is a crazy woman. People don’t care about anything.”

She seems to know the saint of the doomsday religion.

"What!"

Her icy expression suddenly became dull, and she exclaimed.

Others might not have noticed, but the two of them were paying attention to Su Changxing's ranking consciously or unconsciously.

Su Changxing's ranking was rising at an alarming rate.

1000, 950, 900, 850…

Wang An was also stunned, no matter how powerful the people were, they should be killed one by one, and the ranking should be improved little by little.

But it looks like the leaderboard is broken.

"It can't really be a problem with the leaderboard." He had a surprised look on his face. If this continues, his 30 million points may become tens of billions.

This is much faster than stealing or robbing.

Immediately afterwards.

Someone on the forum discovered an abnormality in the leaderboard.

"Look, there is a person named Lucky Kid on the leaderboard whose points are rising crazily, and his ranking is also rising crazily."

This post attracted the attention of many people, and they all went to check the rankings and found that it was indeed the case.

"This person seems to be just a seventh-rank Extraordinary. He participated in the Buddhist Temple from Thunder Cloud City. Before that, he was confronted with Queshan Temple. The abbot of Queshan Temple threatened that if someone could catch him to Queshan Temple, he would be sent to Queshan Temple. It's a big show."

Soon someone turned over Su Changxing's underpants. In this world full of players, finding the identity of an ID is the easiest thing to do.

This has also caused a common phenomenon that most people will speak anonymously on the forum without using their own id.

Soon there was a player who was in Thunder Cloud City speaking: "It turned out to be him. I've seen him before, and I thought he was very extraordinary. I didn't expect him to be so powerful."

Another person spoke below: "But the points are growing too fast, it's not so fast to kill a pig, maybe the leaderboard is broken."

Then, many people questioned whether the leaderboard was broken, because Su Changxing's point growth rate not only did not slow down over time, but also became faster and faster.

This seemed very strange.

But even if the leaderboard is broken, they can't do anything about it, because the leaderboard was originally issued by the game system.

Theoretically speaking, there is no error at all, and the rankings have not made mistakes over the years.

…

As time went by, after a certain point in time, the weakest group of people finally couldn't bear the erosion of the plague and began to die in large numbers.

A demon hunter wearing a black mask squatted in the cave, his hands were covered with blood, and there were also seven or eight corpses beside him.

These people were all killed by him.

But his condition at this moment is not very good, the flesh and blood under his clothes are all festering, his nerves are gradually paralyzed, and even breathing becomes difficult later on.

"I can't die here, I can't die here, I can't die here..." He stared at the dark wall, murmuring to himself, and leaned his head weakly against the wall.

He couldn't figure out what went wrong, he was somehow infected with the plague, not only him, but all the people he killed were infected with the plague.

All people infected with febrile disease will fall into an abnormal state, and then die bit by bit.

It's just that he has a stronger physique and can carry more than these people, so he killed them while they were weak.

But after killing these people, he couldn't bear it anymore, and tried every means to dispel the plague, potions, rituals, and mysterious items on his body.

At the beginning, these methods were useful, and even once made him think that the plague had been driven away.

But the plague repeated itself and became stronger, and he needed to dispel it in a more powerful way.

After tossing for a long time, it was still useless, some functions of his body had been destroyed.

As a demon hunter, it's not that he has never seen plague, and he has also encountered many demons carrying terrifying plague.

No matter how terrifying the devil is, there is no such terror. He is now very sure of this fact.

This kind of plague seems to be spread from the most powerful plague demon. It cannot be expelled or cured, and it can only die in pain in torture.

There was despair in the demon hunter's eyes. Although he had the resistance to the plague, it could only make him live longer than others.

He stretched out his **** finger and drew a mouse's tail on the ground. It was so lifelike that the fluff on it was clearly visible, and he said softly:

"Keres, the most powerful plague demon in legends, with an old tail, horns, and antihoof."

His body trembled, his eyes overflowed with blood, and he came to a very certain conclusion: "There are demons among the players!"

He closed his eyes, and what appeared in his mind was a man wearing a clown mask, walking around the square in tatters.

"It's him?"

He couldn't be sure, even if he was sure, it would be of no use.

There is no way to pass on the news in this place, and only those who are determined to die will come to this place.

Immediately afterwards.

He cheered up a bit, and tremblingly depicted a ritual with blood on the ground.

He often wonders what is the difference between humans and demons.

Just because of the different levels of life, they are prey for those demons, that is, food.

But humans are different from animals.

Know how to fight with all your strength, know how to use power, and know how to learn power.

He recalled that on the first day he became a demon hunter, he was instilled by his teacher with the idea of ​​hating demons. Every demon hunter regards killing demons as the greatest glory, which is also their pursuit in this life.

Just for a moment.

He suddenly felt confused, confused about the meaning of his own existence, and confused about the rationality of being a demon hunter.

How long has this been going on?

He thought back, but couldn't remember clearly, probably a long time ago, the world he was born in was rushed in by countless demons and swallowed it up.

All the witchers fought hard, but they just evaded the car.

The destruction of the world is so natural, the whole process has no twists and turns, and there is no ups and downs, as if everything is doomed.

From the moment he saw his wife and children die, from the moment he saw the teacher fall in front of him, from the moment he escaped from that world, his faith began to gradually collapse.

This kind of collapse lasted for a long time, and finally he couldn't hold on any longer, and felt that all this was meaningless, so he came here, to the place of the Buddha.

He can't die here, at least not now!

He silently recited the ancient mantra, which came from a long time ago, and the space vibrated accordingly, and a scarlet light seemed to light up, and a pair of dark eyes opened in it.

Those are a pair of beautiful eyes, beautiful and bewitching, both men and women will climax just by looking at them.

The demon hunter's body turned into a black phantom bit by bit, starting from the top, and then condensed bit by bit.

On his face was a strange smile of a madman~lightnovelpub.net~ Buffalo-like fine hair grew on his skin, and his body became distorted and light, out of the state that a human should have.

Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth and slid to the ground.

The demon hunters gradually got rid of the influence of the plague, and humans will be affected by the plague, but demons will not.

Like a phantom, he crawled over the ground one by one, opened his mouth at 720 degrees, exposed his sharp fangs, and ate the corpses on the ground.

"Delicious~"

Dark red blood slipped from the corner of his mouth, he looked like a puppy that had been eaten to death in a basin, wagging its tail, extremely happy.

"tasty!"

"tasty!"

"tasty."

He ate at an ever-increasing speed, and his teeth collided with each other, making a metallic sound.