Chapter 1352 New Role

Xu Yang grabbed the lion skin scroll in his hand, weighed it, and found it was almost weightless. He felt nothing unusual, so he unfolded it.

At the moment the scroll was unfolded, a golden stream of light flashed from the scroll.

Xu Yang wanted to dodge again, but he was too close to it. The golden light went straight into his brow, into his meridians, and into his soul.

"It's a spell!"

Xu Yang had been planted with the spell "Yuan Mo Feng" when he fought with the purple-robed man before. He knew the suffocating feeling of being clamped by a huge devil's claws.

And this time, the power of the spell was even higher than that of the Yuan Mo Feng.

He was nailed there and motionless. Not to mention activating soul power and spells, even his breathing was still.

After a moment, Xu Yang suddenly felt his stiff body loosen up, and he couldn't help but breathe heavily, like a drowning person trying to get out of the water.

He hurriedly used the method of internal vision to check.

"A magic spell has been cast outside the Purple Mansion space!"

"Soul power is restricted!"

"The body can only exert the level of Peiyuan realm!"

"Except for the two talents of red fire and golden thunder, all others cannot be used!"

Xu Yang looked down and found that he had a set of red and gold armor on his body. There were exquisite patterns on the surface of the armor, which was quite noble and gorgeous.

"This?"

Xu Yang's attention fell on the scroll again, but the surface of the scroll was blank.

Just when Xu Yang was a little at a loss, the voice of the woman who claimed to be the Yuanmo priest came out again from the blank lion skin scroll.

"Honorable Lord Leihuo, please don't be afraid. For the sake of fairness, all those who enter the Yuanmo Battle Road to participate in the Demon God Test have their cultivation limited to Peiyuan realm, and their original body and skills are not allowed to be used. The only thing they have is the talent that has been activated in the blood of the Yuanmo royal family and the talent that everyone has in their fate."

A circle of light spun out from the center of the lion skin scroll, reflecting Xu Yang's face like a mirror.

"This is what you look like now."

Xu Yang saw that he was wearing a lion-like mask on his face, the color was the same red and gold as the armor.

He touched the mask and found that it was fixed on his head. Unless the head fell off, it could not be taken off at all.

"I don't think it will be a masquerade next? Is it a killing game with masks?" Xu Yang asked.

"You are now a war lord in the world of Yuanmo War. Those who participate in this test with you will also get their own new identities and be subject to the same rules. This is the rule of Yuanmo War, or the law of war. As for whether it is a masquerade or a killing game, it all depends on your mood." The woman's voice came from the scroll, without any emotional fluctuations, cold.

"What is the standard of the winner?" Xu Yang asked again.

"The standard of victory?" The woman's voice paused, "Survival."

The answer was within Xu Yang's expectations, but he still wanted to confirm it.

"What is the time limit for this war?"

"Just complete the war missions indicated on the Yuanmo Ancient Scroll in your hand. Remember the warriors who participated in the Yuanmo Battle Road Test last time, how many years ago? It's been too long, I forgot. Because some of them indulged in this world, they can only be reduced to ashes in the end."

After that, the voice of the Yuanmo priestess no longer appeared on the scroll.

"Yuanmo priest, Yuanmo Ancient Scroll, Yuanmo battlefield, war mission." Xu Yang exhaled a long breath and tried to calm himself down.

"This is not a game that you actively participate in, but a battlefield of life and death where you are used as a chess piece in the war."

Xu Yang's mood became nervous, not the kind of nervousness that his life was in danger. It was the nervousness that he felt that his fate had been controlled by some mysterious power.

At this time, the surface of the scroll in Xu Yang's hand showed handwriting.

"Lord of War, your first war mission is to occupy a city gate within seven days. This city gate will become the base for your territory and the new dynasty to fight. If you exceed the time limit, you will be strangled by the power of the Yuanmo."

Xu Yang believed that what was said in the scroll was true, especially the last sentence.

The restrictions in this strange space were too terrible. He felt like a small chess piece placed on the chessboard of war, and could be eliminated at any time because of a wrong move.

"Name: Leihuo."

"Fate: War Lord."

"Fate Talent: Lord's Glory. It can increase the morale of the soldiers on the battlefield."

"Blood Talent: Thunder and Fire Spells, which belong to the attack type."

Xu Yang saw an introduction about himself in the lower left corner of the scroll.

"I wonder how the monk Jin Yu is doing now? I wish him all the best." Xu Yang looked up at the sky, which was very blue.

......

Almost the same situation was played out in other corners of the Yuanmo War World.

Under a big tree with a crown like a lion's mane.

The monk Jin Yu wore a white lion mask made of fine iron, and his monk's robe turned into a wide white cloak.

"Name: Demon Eye."

"Fate: Demon Priest."

"Fate Talent: Demon Blessing, which allows soldiers on the battlefield to obtain a state of life blessing and restore some health."

"Blood Talent: The third eye, which can see the trajectory of enemy attacks."

The monk Jin Yu touched the white lion mask and bald head on his face, and said to himself: "Demon Eye, how can I be a demon? Isn't it good to be a monk who eats chicken?"

The monk Jin Yu put away the scroll and looked around.

Because he has a third eye, his visual range is fifteen feet around, which is much larger than Xu Yang's ten feet range.

"It is a world that needs to explore the light, and the unknown place is darkness."

"My mission is to occupy a city gate. I guess Xu Yang must have received this mission, and he will definitely complete it successfully."

The monk Jin Yu looked up at the sky, "The sky is so blue, and the floating white clouds look like a roasted chicken."

Under the white lion mask, saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth.

......

Beside a river bank.

Minghe turned into a priest in a blue robe, but the mask on his head was a hippopotamus face, with two large nostrils that were particularly prominent.

"Shouldn't I wear a mighty lion mask? I have the purest Yuanmo royal blood. The old demon sitting on the lion throne of the Yuanmo Palace has some relationship with me." Minghe saw his appearance and began to complain loudly.

"That's his fate, not yours. Your fate is not noble enough, so you can only look like this and use your original name. Only those with noble fates can have a lion mask and be given a new noble name." The lion skin scroll gave a cold answer, and then stopped talking.

Minghe looked carefully at the small words on the scroll.

"Name, Minghe."

"Fate, Chaos Priest."

"Fate talent, fish in troubled waters. In a chaotic battlefield, let the soldiers gain an advantage."

"Bloodline talent: Water spell, belongs to the attack type, can create large-scale battlefield chaos."

Minghe looked around.

"I don't know where my brothers are? I don't know how many city gates there are here, I still have to occupy one of them as soon as possible. I am the eldest prince, and I can't be left behind by them."

......

A canyon, the wind is blowing.

Baofeng got a lion skin scroll here.

He wore a leopard print robe and a leopard mask.

"Name, Baofeng."

"Fate, Pathfinder."

"Fate talent, Sprint. On the battlefield, increase the movement speed of your soldiers slightly."

"Bloodline talent: Storm spell, attack type."

Baofeng carefully read the words on the scroll twice, and said to himself: "I am in good condition now. Next, I will find the city gate first and develop my own kingdom base as soon as possible."

Baofeng identified the direction, "My vision is limited to a range of ten feet. If everyone is like this, I bet I must be the fastest among the brothers."

Swoosh--

His figure disappeared from the spot like a gust of wind.

......

A hidden woodland.

Dark Night was wearing a black nightgown, half hidden in the shadows of the woodland, with a hyena mask on his face.

"Name, Dark Night."

"Fate, thief."

"Fate talent, sneak attack. On the battlefield, let the soldier's figure temporarily hide, and will be discovered when the opponent approaches."

"Bloodline talent: Trap spell, which is an auxiliary type, can prevent the opponent's actions on the battlefield."

Dark Night's hand holding the lion skin scroll trembled a little: "What a damn dog. I am the third prince, but my fate is just a thief."

Two cold lights shot out from the eye sockets of the hyena mask.

"Well, I will be an excellent thief. I want to steal my own victory and my own dynasty. Brothers, you

be careful. Hehe."

......

A stinking swamp full of miasma.

The stinger got his lion skin scroll nearby.

He was wearing a robe with black scales and a snake head mask on his face.

He leaned on a smooth boulder to bask in the sun, like a snake.

"Name: Poison Sting."

"Fate: Dark Priest."

"Fate Talent: Curse of Weakness, which demoralizes the opponent's army on the battlefield."

"Blood Talent: Venom Spell, which is an attack type and can poison the enemy."

Poison Sting took a deep breath: "I like the smell of the air here. The stench makes people excited and stimulated. I feel my blood is boiling."

"My mission is to occupy a city gate. No one can easily get close to me, or they will be poisoned."

......

A relatively flat green grassland.

Hard Armor also got a lion skin scroll.

He wore a suit of iron armor, a rhinoceros iron mask, and rode on a monster with a rhinoceros head and a horse body.

"Name: Hard Armor."

"Fate: Heavy Cavalry."

"Fate Talent: Charge, which can strike the opponent on the battlefield in a straight line."

"Blood Talent: Heavy Armor Defense, which is a defense type, which can temporarily give our soldiers a higher defense."

Hard Armor looked at his monster mount and laughed out loud.

"It's so impressive. My childhood dream is to ride on such a warhorse. I will soon capture a city gate."

......

Beside a pond.

Tear picked up a lion skin scroll.

The power of the devil on the lion skin scroll changed his appearance.

Now he holds a huge hammer made of fine iron and wears a crocodile skin mask.

"Name: Tear."

"Fate: Destroyer."

"Fate talent: Demolition, can quickly destroy buildings."

"Blood Talent: Frontal Bite. It is an auxiliary type, which can temporarily double the frontal attack power of the soldiers, but the soldiers' own defense will be halved at the same time."

Tear shook the big hammer in his hand: "I like the feeling of tearing things apart. I am going to occupy a city gate. If anyone stops me, I will tear down his house and his bones."

......

The edge of a muddy mud pit.

General Chu Shi disguised himself as a soldier wearing armor and an elephant mask. The only thing that has not changed is that his physique is much larger than that of ordinary people.

He carefully examined the lion skin scroll in his hand.

"Name: Jushan."

"Fate: Warcraft Lord."

"Fate Talent: Warcraft Power, with a physique and powerful strength like a warcraft."

"Blood Talent: Demon Blood Boiling, which is an auxiliary type, which can temporarily triple the strength of the soldiers."

General Chu Shi carefully put away the scroll, clenched his fists like hammers, and clattered.

"Jushan is my name here. I will use my powerful strength to build my own dynasty. Taking over a city gate is just the beginning."

......

A garden with a rainbow across the sky.

I don't know whether the rainbow makes the garden more beautiful or the garden makes the rainbow full of fragrance.

In the center of the garden, a woman is holding a yellowed scroll in her hand and reading it.

The woman wears a golden crown inlaid with sapphires, a robe made of white lion fur, a pair of exquisite silver armor under the robe, an unsheathed sword on her waist, and a pure silver mask with a white lion's face on her face, so her appearance cannot be seen.

Her curvy figure and extraordinary temperament are more beautiful than a rainbow and more fragrant than a garden.

"Name: Lan Xiang."

"Fate: Queen of War."

"Fate Talent: Queen's Glory, will most likely make the wilderness stragglers without masters surrender and become available soldiers."

"Blood Talent: Queen's Sword, belongs to the attack type, can penetrate all defenses."

The woman in the lion robe put away the scroll and said loudly: "I, Lan Youyou, must be the queen wherever I go. The scroll says that the Yuanmo Battle Road is an unknown battlefield. Xiao Zi is the only harem of this queen."

Ahem.

"It's Xu Yang, he's here too. I won't let anyone bully him here, betting on my queen's glory."

New role, new battlefield.