The more than 200 people in the square, without exception, swallowed the Spirit-Building Pills. They did not hesitate too much, nor did they have the chance to hesitate.

Within the specified time, those who fail to build spirits without success will be judged as useless waste and are not qualified to stay on the island, and there is only one way to die.

"Ye..., Shiqi, how are you feeling in your body?" Shiba asked nervously with a pretty face.

Ye Xuan's breath was burning, and he felt his whole body burning. He opened his scarlet eyes, looked at Shiba opposite him, and said lightly: "Shiba, how many of you have swallowed, what changes have your body changed?"

"You are caring about me? I feel like my body..."

Ignoring Shiba's joyful and excited part, Ye Xuan listened carefully and said everything about Shiba's knowledge about him. Ye Xuan quickly understood what Shiba was like after swallowing two.

In contrast, his current physical changes are developing in a good direction, but the degree of improvement is greater.

Many people's eyes gathered at Ye Xuan, including the middle-aged man in black robe. They all wanted to see if Ye Xuan's final result was whether he was dead or alive.

In the corner of the square, the girl's cold eyes were faint, and her eyes always fell on Ye Xuan. With her strength as the second in this generation, she didn't dare to try five. Swallowing four was the limit. Even so, she was still burning all over, and she was in great pain.

"I don't know how long you can last." Seeing Ye Xuan's face calm and silent, No. 2 sneered secretly.

As time passed, less than half an hour later, the first scream rang out. The man's body was full of blood and blood. First, he was bleeding from his seven orifices, then his pores were opened, his whole body was hot, his skin melted, and he bleed wildly. The scene was very terrifying.

Several nearby disciples were frightened and suddenly lost their minds. They could not control the medicinal power in their bodies and died one after another on the spot.

This was just the beginning of the nightmare. In a moment, half of the people fell down in the square. Among these young figures, there were men and women. No one could be spared in the face of the test of death.

In a blink of an eye, blood flowed across the square, dyeing a large area of ​​ground red. The strong smell of blood spread out. Among the few people who survived, death continued.

In the deep pool underground, the water in the pool was as dark as ink.

The pond surface is flat, and at first glance it looks like a smooth ink-colored mirror. The mirror sometimes fluctuates, and a corpse floats up. The corpse is bleeding from seven orifices, and the pores are relaxed all over the body, just like a skinned blood man, which makes people creepy.

"Ah, ah." Two screams, and two more were teleported here.

They were lucky and unfortunate, and they were not transported into the pond water, but because of this, the two saw the bodies floating on the pond water.

"I've seen him. He only had one ear and teleported away half a day ago."

"Die, all of us are dead. We finally escaped here. It turned out to be a trap." The two of them roared unwillingly, and their roars were desperate, circulating in the dead underground space. With two thuds, they sank into the pool water.

There were many memories inexplicably in their minds. Before they completely fell into the past, they saw that there were other people at the bottom of the pond in a blur. These people were struggling and did not die.

"One Hundred and Twenty-four, you're not dead, that's great." Liu Jiao's eyes were filled with tears, her delicate body pounced on Lu Ze's body, and blood was still flowing in her seven orifices.

After an entire afternoon, those who could wake up in the square stood up and felt their own changes. The rest of the people who could not wake up became dead bodies on the ground, no one cared about them.

All the surviving young men, men and women, all eyes gathered on the first person, and the man who swallowed five spirit-building pills was not dead.

Ye Xuan's eyes were scarlet and he clenched his fists. The infinite sense of power made him very happy. He smiled at the most rare point. From then on, he was no longer the seventeenth, but the number one of this generation.

"I'm very curious about how you survived." Behind him was No. 2 Xu Qiuhan, who swallowed four spiritual elixirs and survived with difficulty.

Xu Qiuhan did not receive Ye Xuan's response. Her beautiful eyes stared at the back in front of her. The original No. 1 died suddenly on the spot. A boy in No. 1 seemed to be a few years younger than her. He broke the legends of all generations and became the well-deserved No. 1 of this generation.

"It's great if twenty-four people survived." The middle-aged man in black robe had a stiff face and smiled rare. The last two words were said to Ye Xuan, the first one.

Standing among the twenty-four people, Yan Qiuxue, who was standing behind, blinked her big eyes, looked at Ye Xuan silently in the first place, and murmured: "Brother Ye, it's indeed the most powerful one."

Both bald young men survived. The handsome bald man was smiling, picking up a few fallen leaves on the ground, wiping the blood on his face, and looking calm.

On the side, the honest bald man looked resentful and hummed viciously: "This person looks more outstanding than you. He just puts it in the crowd. He will put his hand on his chest and squeeze his buttocks at his feet. He will send a bunch of beauties to the door."

As he spoke, the honest young man gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, and continued: "He actually swallowed five spiritual elixirs, killing thousands of swords, and there is no law to do this. He will not die. In the future, he has strong strength and unlimited potential. How can we live?"

"If you are interested in beauty, you can improve your strength. There will be a lot of beauties thrown into your arms. With the same result, it will be better to achieve it with your own cultivation." The handsome bald man patted the honest bald man's shoulder and comforted with a smile.

The tyrannical look in the eyes of the honest young man flashed away, but he did not really hate Ye Xuan. Instead, he felt a sense of ruthlessness, being cruel to others and being even more ruthless to himself. He would never give up until he achieved his goal. He would have what others had.

The 24 people who survived successfully became Huang-level third-level disciples of Blood Prison Island. After half a month of basic skills practice, this generation's new ranking was determined, and Ye Xuan changed his name to Huang Yi.

On this day, twenty-four people entered a hall.

According to the rules of the Blood Prison Island in history, any new disciple will be led by a master. While teaching the practice techniques, they will pay more attention to the personal teaching of killing methods.

A monk who only kills people is different from ordinary practitioners. The test of his nature is extremely cruel. The new killer disciple faces the apprenticeship of his disciples. This is the first test.

Blood Prison Island is just a branch of Blood Prison Palace, not just their island. All the masters have tacitly understood and default rules. The master and apprentice can only be the opposite sex. When the master chooses disciples, disciples with good qualifications and appearance are naturally the most popular.

Masters and apprentices of the opposite sex are not bound by ordinary principles and can even fight each other. What will happen during this period? As long as you are not a fool, everyone knows it. As for how your apprentices choose and how you deal with others, it depends entirely on your own will.

"You, you, and you, you three will be my Xuanyi's disciples in the future." A middle-aged man walked out first, his eyes narrowed and his eyes swept over Xu Qiuhan, Yan Qiuxue and Huang Shijiu.
Chapter completed!