The ancient and desolate arena is made entirely of earth-yellow hard ore, like a giant bowl embedded in a deep pit on the earth's surface.
Looking down from a high altitude, you can see a circle of rough dark yellow steps descending gradually. Each level is five or six feet high, and there are at least a thousand levels.
The surface of the steps is full of pits, or painted with rough humanoid murals, or carved with ferocious beasts, giving the entire ancient arena a strange and cruel atmosphere.
And in the bottom center area under all the steps is a circular gray boss with a diameter of several hundred feet.
I don't know what kind of jade it is made of. Although it looks like it has gone through a lot of wind and rain, the surface is still generally smooth with fewer potholes.
However, in many areas, a blood-red trace that has not dissipated can still be seen, which is shocking.
The ancient arena is located next to where the warriors gather.
After the white mist dissipated, it gradually appeared in front of everyone's eyes, making them widen their eyes.
"What a majestic structure! It seems to be quite old. According to me, it must be at least several hundred years, oh no, it is thousands of years old!"
"I didn't expect that there has always been such a place next to us. Why did those adults think of dispersing the white mist today so that we could see its true appearance?"
"I don't know why, but it always gives me a kind of inner fear!"
At this time.
Several foundation-building deacons wearing yellow python-patterned robes sat on black flying carpets and slowly descended from the sky.
The leader is the ordinary-looking Deacon Liu.
He glanced at the many curious warriors and said in a deep voice: "Zhenren Yun has given orders that all third- and fourth-level warriors can sign up to go to the arena and engage in life-and-death battles with ferocious beasts of the same level.
Those who successfully kill the ferocious beast can save ten years of mining time!"
Hearing this, everyone was in an uproar.
It should be noted that as long as you are captured in this mine, you will have to stay for thirty years before you have the opportunity to leave.
However, the mine is full of dangers, especially the second level where the fatality rate is extremely high. Casualties occur almost every day.
Needless to say thirty years, there are only a few people who can stay for ten years.
Although I don’t know why Master Yun suddenly issued this order.
But as long as you can kill a ferocious beast of the same level, you can reduce the mining period for ten years.
This is great news for all warriors.
"What's going on? What happened?"
"Ten years? I don't know if I can survive another ten days! It looks like a good deal!"
"What do you have to fear about ferocious beasts? I am in this mine, and I have the souls of countless ferocious beasts under my command. I don't mind one more!"
Some cautious people asked uneasily: "Deacon Liu, is he really a ferocious beast of the same level?"
If it were one or even two levels higher than myself, then unless I lost my mind, I wouldn't want to try it.
Deacon Liu nodded and said: "The order from the real person is absolutely true, you don't have to doubt it.
However, the minimum cultivation level of the ferocious beast is three levels, so I do not recommend participating for those who have not entered the Gang Qi realm."
He also has good intentions and reminds everyone not to overestimate their own abilities.
Everyone was convinced when they heard what Butler Liu said. After all, he had a good reputation among warriors.
"Then what if I win two games in a row and kill two ferocious beasts in succession?" A ferocious man with a ferocious face and body covered with flower pythons asked loudly.
"Haha, if you have such ability, then of course I can shave twenty years off your head!" Next to Deacon Liu, Deacon Su, who had a wooden face, sneered.
"Haha!" the vicious man laughed, as if he had succeeded.
Not only him, but some of the warriors present who were quite confident in their own cultivation had expressions of eagerness to try.
In Liu Mang's team.
The bald Wei looked at Lao Gutou and Liu Mang with a look of emotion in his eyes: "How about it? Do you want to do it or not?"
In the team, only three of them have cultivation levels above level three.
Lao Gutou shook his head decisively and said: "There will be no pie in the sky, there must be fraud in it!"
Lao Gutou has been in the mine for more than 20 years, and it has only been a few years since he left.
Therefore, the reward of this competition is not very attractive to him.
Liu Mang also shook his head: "I won't participate either."
Now, he is planning to cooperate with Furong from the Humane League to rescue the powerful warrior Xian Tu, so naturally he will not cause trouble at this time.
Seeing them like this, Da Wei couldn't help but show disappointment in his eyes: "Hey, why don't you go? Such a good opportunity, such a good opportunity, oh!"
Influenced by Liu Mang and Lao Gutou, Wei also hesitated.
In the end, he suppressed the impulse, but it was also a pity on his face.
Many warriors in the square were talking about it, and soon, comments similar to those of Lao Gutou also appeared.
Some people have always expressed doubts about this matter.
"I don't know what the ferocious beast is, what if it is the bloodline of an ancient beast?"
"Monks don't show kindness, so you have to think twice before you act!"
Their words persuaded some hot-headed people and made them look hesitant.
In the end, only a few dozen people signed up.
Among the tens of thousands of warriors in the square, there were almost a thousand of them at level three or level four or above.
Even though some people shouted loudly, they still backed down when things got real.
No one is a fool, especially warriors who can cultivate to the Gang Qi realm.
There is no free lunch in this world, and the rewards are so huge, but they also represent huge risks.
See this.
The faces of the many Shanhai Sect masters who are quietly paying attention to all this don't look very good.
They thought that if there were too few warriors to feed the beast, the beast would probably not be fully improved.
When the time comes, how can we prove the potential of the mother beast to the envoys of Ten Thousand Demon Mountains?
The man in black robe sounded a little disappointed: "It seems that today's warriors don't have much blood, which is far from the rumors."
Yun Ziping immediately agreed: "What the envoy said is true. Our human race is now flourishing in the immortal world, and the warriors are just things that can't stand on the stage.
Being able to let them come to our mine to mine is already a good use of everything.
However, there are too few warriors who have signed up, so we may not be able to test out the potential of the female beast. If you don’t mind, I would like to invite more people over."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "You can decide for yourself." The man in black robe said happily, obviously no longer interested in the warrior.
Seeing this, Yun Ziping knew what was going on. He turned around and said coldly to Nong Wenrong: "Those guys are kicking their noses in the face. In that case, there is no need to be polite to them anymore."
There was also a sneer at the corner of Nong Wenrong's mouth, and then his figure disappeared on the spot.
In the blink of an eye, he was above the group of warriors, standing with his feet in the void.
His cold voice resounded throughout the world: "For those who have just signed up, the commitment is still valid.
But those who have not signed up will still have to go to the arena, and no matter whether they win or lose the competition, there will no longer be any rewards."
What?
Hearing this, those third- and fourth-level warriors who had not signed up felt as if they were struck by five thunders, and they couldn't accept it for a while.
"Why! Why didn't you tell us just now?" A man with a yellow complexion growled in an extremely unwilling voice.
He was hesitating just now, but with such hesitation, he lost the precious opportunity to reduce the mining period for ten years!
"Um?"
Nong Wenrong, as a real Jindan, naturally had a sharp ear and eyesight, and he could clearly hear this person's words.
A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and then he waved his sleeves casually.
A small mountain peak dozens of feet high appeared immediately above the yellow-faced man.
And with an unstoppable momentum, it pressed hard towards him slowly but really quickly!
The yellow-faced man's complexion changed drastically, and his whole body was filled with a strong white aura, and he wanted to move to the side.
But he desperately discovered that at some point, two tough silver thorny vines had sprung out of the ground beneath his feet, and they quickly entangled his legs, making it difficult for him to move at all.
"No!"
The cry of despair sounded, like Du Juan crying for blood, and everyone who heard it was moved.
boom!
The hill then pressed heavily on the man's body, splashing countless dust.
After Nong Wenrong waved his sleeves again, the hill disappeared again, leaving only a mess of blood and mud.
"After ten breaths, those who do not appear in the arena will suffer the same fate as him." Nong Wenrong said coldly, "In addition, the ten people who fall behind will not survive."
After hearing his words, all the warriors' expressions changed drastically.
They didn't know whether Nong Wenrong was referring to warriors of level three or above, or everyone.
But no one dares to bet.
So, there were warriors in the square wearing gray shabby clothes and unkempt hair.
At this moment, they all tried their best to stimulate their energy and blood, their faces turned red, and veins popped out of their muscles. Their bodies turned into phantoms, and they rushed towards the arena next to them.
Among them, naturally included everyone in Liu Mang's team.
Liu Mang grabbed Li Wuhua with his left hand and Tang Huailin with his right hand, leading them to run away to prevent them from being implicated.
"Fuck grandma! Damn you bitch, you really don't treat us as human beings!" Da Wei roared angrily at the spiritual level.
"You should say, when did they treat us as human beings?" Li Wuhua sneered.
"It's over, it's over. It's hard to predict whether there will be good or bad luck here!" Lao Gutou sighed.
Others such as Tang Huailin, Mo Yiruo, and Leng Yiwen were all extremely angry.
Liu Mang also had a cold expression on his face, and he could not suppress his murderous intention towards Nong Wenrong.
Warriors are like ants, and warriors are like grass. He once again realized the humble status of warriors in the world of immortality.
"If we survive today, we have to find a way to lure Deacon Liu out tomorrow, otherwise things will change!" Fu Rong's solemn voice also came from his mind.
When they ran into the arena, ten tragic screams came from not far away almost at the same time.
Everyone turned to look.
It was discovered that the ten slowest warriors were each suspended in the air by a black iron chain as thick as an arm, penetrated into the chest, and hung in the air.
They stretched their legs and arms weakly, vomited blood, and their faces were twisted, but they still could not break free from the iron chain.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
These ten unlucky people were all subsequently exploded into pieces of flesh and died beyond death.
"You are so shameless, do you really think you can make the decision?" Nong Wenrong showed a trace of ridicule on his lips.
Looking at the cruel eyes of many warriors was like looking at a pig.