At the same time that something happened in the eighth hall.
The carnage outside the palace has reached the fifth hall.
At this time, although there were not many people in the fifth hall, there were still about two thousand.
There are human king-level spiritual weapons here one after another, so they are not willing to let go of every light group.
So many people are still fighting.
Little did they know that the crisis had already arrived at this time.
All passages connecting the two ends of the fifth hall are closed.
"Crunch~Crunch~"
A strange mechanical sound sounded.
The patterns on the four walls suddenly came to life.
Dozens of machine beasts suddenly appeared.
"There's a situation! Stop it, everyone!"
Someone noticed something strange, but it was too late.
Dozens of ferocious machine beasts rushed over to cover them up.
In less than five minutes, the fifth hall was cleared.
…………
"six!"
At this time, the eighth hall was shrouded in dim light.
The weird crunching sound became louder and louder, and at the same time a cold and hoarse voice sounded.
But he just said "six."
People don't know why.
"Everyone, come closer."
Lu Wu looked a little solemn and said to the people of the Lingxi Sect behind him.
At this time, there were nearly 40,000 people in the eighth hall.
It's more than 160,000 less than when I came in.
Although more than 40,000 people is a lot, it does not give them any sense of security.
And at the same time that voice sounded.
The sixth hall began to be cleared.
Less than ten minutes later.
"seven!"
This was the cold voice in the dim light area counting the number "seven" again.
"Who the hell are you? Stop pretending to be a ghost for grandpa."
The atmosphere gradually became depressing.
Someone started shouting curses in the dim light area.
"If you have the guts, come out and challenge Grandpa to a duel. Let's see if Grandpa can beat you to the point where your teeth are all over the floor."
"…………"
But no matter how loudly he shouted, there was still no response from anyone in the dim light.
"Could the numbers that the voice just read represent the previous floors of the hall?"
At this time Bai Yan frowned and said.
"After all, all the passages in this dark space have been erased."
"Junior Brother Bai, what you are saying is that something happened in the halls on those floors?"
At this time, Lu Wu frowned and asked.
"This place can suck out all the flesh and blood of the dead. Senior Brother Lu, have you thought of anything?" Bai Yan asked in return.
"Sacrifice, or rather, sacrifice!"
Lu Wu thought for a moment and then said these two terms.
But after saying this, his expression turned ugly.
Because after he said it, he felt vaguely in his heart that it was true.
“The sacrifice of two hundred thousand people!
What a big game!"
"Your guess is correct. Everyone in the other seven-story hall may have died."
At this time, a group of people came over.
Ice and Snow Temple, Sword Tomb, Creation Academy...several top forces came together.
And the looks on their faces were quite ugly.
Lu Wu frowned and was about to speak.
A team leader from the Creation Academy took out several pieces of broken Life Soul Jade.
"Several people from our Creation Academy just stayed in the seventh hall.
But shortly after the voice read seven, he died."
Everyone's expressions changed again.
It is one thing to speculate, and another thing to confirm it.
There are only about 40,000 people in this space now.
There are 160,000 distributed on the other seven floors.
Counting from the time everyone entered the palace, it was less than two hours.
The death of 160,000 people in such a short period of time is simply shocking.
According to the ancestors of their respective sects, there were dangers everywhere last time, but only tens of thousands of people died.
And the most terrifying thing is, what will happen to those who reach the eighth hall?
What would happen if the voice counted the number eight?
The unknown is always the scariest thing.
"No matter what happens soon, I hope that we, the top sects, can unite."
At this time Xue Chi said to Lu Wu.
Everything Bai Yan and the others could think of, Xue Chi and the others had already discovered the situation.
Assembling the best combat power will give you some confidence when facing danger.
"good."
The situation is such that no one dares to say that they can handle it with their own strength.
"No matter who it is, it's not that easy to sacrifice us!"
But ten minutes passed, and there was still no movement in the eighth hall.
Even the crunching sound from before has disappeared.
But the people in the dark eighth hall did not relax because of this.
Instead, he became more and more anxious.
An uneasy mood spread among the 40,000 people.
Half an hour later.
Finally, there was movement in the area shrouded in dim light.
But it's not the number eight as everyone imagines.
But there was a slight chant.
Like some ancient sacrificial language.
Mysterious but unsettling. The chanting became louder and louder, and the glimmering area finally slowly dispersed.
Uncover the mystery myself.
Forty thousand pairs of eyes stared at it.
Every glance was filled with nervousness.
The first thing that caught the eye was a sarcophagus as white as jade.
The previous faint light was clearly coming from the sarcophagus.
And kneeling in front of the sarcophagus was a figure in black robes.
Because his back was turned, he couldn't see his face clearly, but he could tell that he was a man.
And those chanting sounds were made by him.
Seeing such a strange scene, everyone just felt chills running down their spines.
But that's not even the weirdest thing.
The most tingling thing was that the sacrificial words chanted by the man became louder and louder.
The next moment, a river of blood appeared in the void.
Along with the endless smell of blood, this river of blood rushed directly into the sarcophagus.
The jade-like whiteness of the sarcophagus itself formed a strong and distinct contrast with the blood.
And everyone also knows that this river of blood is made up of the flesh and blood of 160,000 people who have died.
Everyone was covered in goosebumps.
The river of blood flows, seemingly endless.
But the sarcophagus can absorb it all, like a bottomless pit.
"Who are you anyway?"
At this time, someone couldn't help but asked again.
I really couldn't stand this weirdness and depression, but the man still chanted his sacrificial incantation to himself.
"boom!"
Some people couldn't help but attack him.
However, no matter what kind of attack it was, it dissipated automatically within a few feet in front of him.
Everyone's scalp went numb again.
After a few minutes, his chanting finally ended.
At this time, the river of blood in the void seemed to be draining away.
The mysterious man suddenly stood up.
"As expected, it's not enough, then it's your turn!"
His voice was hoarse and cold. He suddenly turned around, and everyone's expressions suddenly changed.
At the same time, the people who had just cursed and attacked him instantly turned into blood mist.