Chapter 1495 Are You Sure You Want Me to Take Off My Mask?

At eight o'clock in the morning, the funeral was on time.

In front of the insiders of the Death Scythe, he revealed his original appearance, a white-haired boy less than 1.6 meters tall.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Lin Huang who was sitting in the first row and was out of tune with everyone.

Seeing Lin Huang's first glance, he was stunned for a moment. Although he is not a sword cultivator, he is also one of the best in the Heavenly God Realm, and he can clearly feel that Lin Huang's Dao of the Blade has broken through to the Heavenly Realm.

Without leaving a trace, he looked away from Lin Huang. He glanced at the other people sitting behind him, and when he saw the expressions on the faces of the people behind him, he immediately understood something.

Directed at Lin Huang and said, "New here, please briefly introduce yourself."

Lin Huang nodded, then stood up, turned to look at the people behind him, and took off his hood, "I'm a dead wood who recently joined the Death Scythe, please take care of everyone."

Emperor Wood is the real name of this identity, and Kuchiki is the code name he applied for in the Death Scythe.

After such a simple self-introduction, Lin Huang turned around and sat back to his original position.

Seeing that Lin Huang took such a simple stroke, Burial raised his brows, and he probably guessed that Lin Huang was concave.

Everyone else in the conference room was a little dissatisfied.

"This guy is talking about taking care of him, but there's nothing in his expression and attitude that needs our attention?"

"What a bad guy!"

"You're so arrogant in front of Senior Burial Day, you're so bold!"

Lin Huang naturally heard these mutterings, but he was too lazy to answer them.

The corners of Futian's lips raised slightly, but he thought Lin Huang's role-playing was very interesting.

"Okay, everyone else knows each other, no need to introduce themselves."

"Everyone has arrived, so let's go directly."

When the voice fell, the cuffs of the funeral shook, and a small cyan snake with the thickness of the little finger catapulted out and landed on the conference table.

Seeing that the little snake opened its mouth slightly, Lin Huang's group of seven quickly shrank, turning into particles that were swallowed by the little snake.

After swallowing Lin Huang's seven people, the black snake turned into a giant python, and the funeral stepped on its head.

In the next instant, a black vortex appeared out of thin air, and the black python carried the funeral sky into it.

After a moment of dizziness and darkness, Lin Huang and the others were already in a void when they were spat out by the giant python.

Lin Huang looked around, and the funeral day on the side had long since changed back to the appearance of a muscular man with a height of more than two meters.

The six people in the conference room just now were also present.

In addition to a few people from the Death Scythe, more than a dozen forces were also present, each forming a small group with a small number of people.

Lin Huang even saw two seven-star forces, both of which only sent ten people, and they were all five false gods and five true gods.

Just when Lin Huang wondered if there was a limit on the number of people in this secret realm, Qing Ming couldn't help but speak.

"Lord Futian, the number of people sent by the Seven Star forces is also so small, is it because there is a limit on the number of people in the secret realm?"

"It's not the reason." Before Burial Heaven could speak, a True God on the side spoke, "It's because the secret realm hunting is a personal battle, and each person's hunting points are only related to their own personal. Therefore, the major forces selected They are the strongest in their own forces, and it is also to prevent the weak from entering, and the low hunting points will bring shame to the entire force."

When he said the latter sentence, he deliberately glanced at Lin Huang.

This True God is currently the third mad demon on the Death Scythe White Scythe ranking. The reason why he was the most resentful to Lin Huang was because Burial said before that there were only three true gods who entered the secret realm this time. And he managed to secure the third place in the White Sickle Ranking, and was almost pushed out. The quota that he had worked so hard to get for a year was easily won by a newcomer. He was naturally the most unhappy.

Lin Huang didn't know how precious this place was. He just asked for it from the funeral day because he needed it, and then the funeral day agreed directly. The funeral day did not mention how scarce this place was.

He naturally heard the madman's scolding and scolding Huai, but he didn't know why the madman was hostile to him. He just thought that his previous attitude made the other party uncomfortable, so he directly ignored the other party's provocation.

In Lin Huang's view, this kind of low-level provocation is meaningless. If the other party is really capable, he should think about how to crush himself in terms of hunting points, instead of using guns to accuse Sang and scolding Huai before the hunt has started.

Seeing that Lin Huang did not accept the move, the madman did not continue to be aggressive.

On the one hand, there is a senior like Futian next to him, so it's not easy to turn against Lin Huang directly. On the other hand, there are so many other forces around, it is not good for them to see the infighting of the Death Scythe.

In fact, if it wasn't for the scruples of the funeral, he might have started directly with Lin Huang when he was in the conference room.

But what he didn't know was that he was lucky.

If he chose to start with Lin Huang at that time, he would have a high probability of directly losing the opportunity to enter the secret realm.

Ignoring the whispered conversations of the people beside him, Lin Huang glanced at the other camps.

The people from the Seven Stars War God Temple and Xenophobia have arrived. He even saw a few familiar faces, the God Wushuang of the War God Temple, and the frontier army of Xeno...

More than a year has passed, and these old faces, like Xingluo, are still in the False God Realm of Rank Nine, but their aura has obviously increased a lot.

Just when Lin Huang was quite emotional that this group of people had been left far behind him, a figure suddenly came over.

"Have I seen you somewhere?"

The one who spoke was obviously a playful man in a black robe. His voice was neutral, not male or female.

Lin Huang turned his head to look at Xiu Ming, laughed and joked, "Have you seen it before, you have to take off the mask and let me see it before you know."

Several people were wondering why Xiu Ming was interested in this newcomer, and when they heard Lin Huang say these words, their faces suddenly became a little weird.

"Are you sure you want me to take off the mask?" Under the white mask, the red lips raised slightly.

However, his mask actually isolated his lips. According to common sense, he should not be able to see any expressions on his face, but Lin Huang saw the corners of his lips raised.

At this moment, Futian couldn't help but speak, "The secret realm will be opened later, you two don't do anything for me!"

Lin Huang also heard something unusual from Burial's remarks, guessing that if the other party took off the mask, something might happen. And judging from the expressions on the faces of the people next to him, it is estimated that it will not be a good thing.

This also makes Lin Huang a little curious, what kind of ability does this guy who ranks first on the White Sickle list have.