Chapter 478 I'm Too Tired (12)

"Although I can feel that you are trying to do something that conforms to the public's aesthetics, in my opinion, this is just a poor imitation and copy of popular culture, so I can't give you a score."

"Although the brush game looks simple, it contains many digital nodes. Every numerical suppression and release after obtaining key items are part of the game experience, but your game does not reflect it."

"Everyone can do things that often contain higher hidden thresholds, so I suggest you don't rush into this big market, slowly carve your own strange track, and you should have better achievements in the future."

After saying this, Lin Yuan saw that the text in front of him began to distort further.

The text in the illusion began to deform continuously. The existence hidden behind the game seemed to be able to tell what Lin Yuan was saying through the gods, and began to use words to reflect his emotions.

Every distortion seemed to carry a different power. The power overflowing from the text began to spread here and transformed into a series of strange visions.

Layers of blood and golden light emerged in the air. Although the scope of each vision is not large, it contains a profound Dao rhyme, which makes people know that this person is quite powerful, and he is guaranteed to be a Yuanying cultivator.

Seeing these visions, Daoxuan narrowed his eyes, clenched his fists, and the blood in his body began to boil, ready to take action at any time to save Lin Yuan.

And Lin Yuan looked at these visions and felt a little strange.

Strangely familiar.

Not long after, these visions disappeared, and the game brought by Daoxuan was directly deleted, leaving only one sentence: [I will come back again. ]

"Where did this villain come from?" Lin Yuan said helplessly.

Seeing the vision disappear, Daoxuan immediately reached out to grab it, and his blood and magic power suddenly burst out at this moment, turning into a giant palm to grab the vision, but he didn't catch anything.

At the moment when Daoxuan had the intention to attack, the opponent had immediately slipped away and disappeared without a trace.

Feeling the last remaining Dao rhyme of the other party, Daoxuan looked at the remaining power in his hand and couldn't help but said: "What is that?"

"I don't know, but just leaving a message can give rise to strange phenomena. The other party is not a star king, right?"

After listening to Lin Yuan's speculation, Daoxuan nodded first, then shook his head.

"If it is just a star king, then I can deal with it now. I am afraid that the other party's strength is more than a star king. Those who can come without being noticed and then leave quietly must be at least in the late stage of the Nascent Soul."

"Commander, you are also in the Nascent Soul stage, can't you catch the other party?"

"No." Daoxuan shook his head regretfully, "The Nascent Soul is also divided into four levels: front, middle, back and perfect, and the strength gap between the four levels is obvious. Every level of advancement is like a natural chasm. The other party's strength is too strong, even I don't know where the other party came from and what he wants to do."

Lin Yuan also sighed, feeling a little regretful.

But the focus of his regret is different from Daoxuan's. He regrets that the man went in the wrong direction.

Giving up his own weird aesthetics and actually making a brush game, except for wasting natural resources, Lin Yuan couldn't think of anything to describe this behavior.

If weird games are done well, they can become an aesthetic trend and drive the development of the live broadcast industry.

For example, the well-known "Dig Survival" and "The Next Day" series, the weird art style and not very down-to-earth gameplay have attracted waves of topics, making "sick" a label for the game and began to spread widely.

Everyone has a curiosity, and monks are no exception.

However, the psychological defense line of monks is generally higher. If they can make Lin Yuan feel weird, then the art style is really top-notch.

Shaking his head with regret, Lin Yuan couldn't help but say: "With such a high strength, why do you do such a thing?"

Daoxuan completely misunderstood the direction of Lin Yuan's sigh, and said with regret: "Yes, why do such a person do such a thing?"

"Maybe he took a detour. No, such a person can't be led astray, he must be saved."

"Yes, but how to save him?"

Lin Yuan thought for a while, then patted the bamboo slips and said: "Let's start with the game he made. Although I don't know why, he seems to hope that I can agree with the game he made. It just so happens that he makes games very quickly, so I will experience the game he made first, and then make arrangements for the next step."

Daoxuan did not immediately agree to Lin Yuan's proposal, but asked Lin Yuan to be patient and he would go back to discuss it.

This discussion almost blew the roof of the Righteous Alliance.

After the Immortal Master Wang of the Wanfa Sect knew about this, he would never do it.

Slamming the table hard, he roared: "Lin Yuan is the chief of our Wanfa Sect, what do you mean, Daoxuan? Are you asking our chief to take risks?"

"Master Wang, this is a request made by Lin Yuan himself." Daoxuan said helplessly.

"Just do it if he asks you to! He wants to be the leader, do you still have to agree?" Master Wang said angrily.

"Is there such a good thing?" Daoxuan said immediately, "Is it really possible?"

"Daoxuan, don't think of giving up now! Master Qimen, what do you think?"

The leader of Qimen began to tear paper from his body, and the paper continued to burn, combining the content that only he could see.

After watching for a long time, he found that his results were interfered with by someone.

This discovery shocked him. After all, his own magic was mysterious and unpredictable, and he could almost certainly see the solution. He never thought that he would be interfered with by someone.

After discovering this, he stopped the behavior helplessly, and then said to others: "To be honest, my detection results have been blocked. The opponent's strength is beyond imagination, and even my bloodline magic can be interfered with. This time I will not express my opinion."

"Okay, then Yinhun Hall, what do you think?"

"We will do what Lin Yuan says." Zhang Ting's father Zhang Quan, as the representative of Yinhun Hall, said helplessly, "The Ghost King said that Lin Yuan can do whatever he wants, and we in Yinhun Hall have no objection."

"Why do you Yinhun Hall like to make trouble so much!"

Seeing that Master Wang was unwilling to let go, Daoxuan could only wave his hand, and then Said to Master Wang: "Master Wang, I think you should respect the disciple's decision."

"But..."

"Care makes you confused, and if Lin Yuan was just an ordinary foundation-building disciple, would you object?"

"But he is obviously not ordinary!"

"I understand what you mean, but from the current situation, the mysterious person is obviously very powerful. If the other party wants to fight to the death, then we will definitely suffer a lot. But the other party has no ill intentions now, so it is better to listen to Lin Yuan and let him have more contact with the other party."

After carefully thinking about Daoxuan's proposal, Master Wang knew that what the other party said was right, but it was still difficult to accept emotionally.

After repeatedly persuading himself for a long time, Master Wang could only nod and say: "Okay. But remember, if something happens, we can withdraw at any time."

"That's natural."

Letting out a long sigh, Daoxuan felt that he was too tired to be the leader.