In the blink of an eye, hundreds of battles were decided within minutes! Almost all those challenged would choose to accept the challenge.
Because once you refuse the challenge, you will be despised and scorned by your fellow disciples, and will be dealt with at will by the challenger, and you will most likely still die.
Fairy Luomei was also challenged by two elite disciples.
One of them was a special envoy from the Yunlan Kingdom who patrolled the city. He was her direct subordinate and a disciple whom she personally taught.
Yesterday, the two of them were drinking and chatting happily, but today they are going to fight each other to the death! This disciple is named Qi Bing. Recently, he has repeatedly challenged opponents in the sect. He is invincible and has received a lot of nourishment. He has already entered the early stage of the golden elixir and has strong combat ability.
On par with Fairy Luomei, if the two of them fight, the winner will be difficult to determine.
"Fellow Daoist Xing Tu, if I fail, you will follow Qi Bing and accept the assessment! I can't help you from now on, you have to act according to the situation!"
With a calm face and cold eyes, Fairy Luomei communicated with Jiang Tian's divine consciousness and stepped into the battlefield without hesitation.
"The competition begins!"
Following the order given by Supreme Elder Baibeard, the battle broke out instantly, and strong men were immediately seriously injured and fell.
This battle was splendid, full of dangers, the ground was shaking, and it was dazzling! It was a chaotic battle, with thousands of strong men taking action at once, sometimes flying through the air, sometimes falling to the ground, and
No special battlefield has been established and isolated.
Blood splattered, streaks of silver light, electric light, black water, white rainbows... criss-crossed, making Li Wuji and others dizzy.
The vast energy swept away each other like a rolling tide, and from time to time, strong men fell in screams and turned into flesh.
Combatants must not only guard against the opponent's attacks, but also take into account the impact caused by the burst of magical powers of other combatants, and move and dodge at all times.
The shouts of killing shook the sky, the roars were like thunder, the strong men exploded with magical powers, swords were everywhere, lightning and thunder thundered, and flames burned the sky. All kinds of visions and vitality almost crowded the square, with limbs flying everywhere, and flesh raining down.
Splattered on the ground.
The surging vitality is like a thousand waves. The violent waves carry a frightening momentum. Sometimes they explode together and push in all directions. Sometimes they form a deep vortex, swallowing everything around them.
Each of the combatants was like a small boat, floating up and down in the rough waves of the sea, looking powerless and weak.
Some of the duelists at the foundation-building level had not even fought for a few rounds before they were unexpectedly hit by the powerful Jindan player. Both of them were torn to pieces and bombarded into pulp.
Golden elixir masters will not have any reservations or scruples just because there are fellow disciples with lower cultivation levels around them. Instead, they will use all their strength to unleash their magical powers without leaving any room for chance, often crushing fellow disciples with lower cultivation levels around them to pieces.
This is a blood-stained scene, completely simulating a real battle, no, I should say a fight.
From the perspective of longevity religion.
Fighting in reality is not as simple as you and your opponent. You often encounter various emergencies, passing strong men or monsters, and ever-changing environments, all of which will affect the battle situation.
This requires you to have adaptability, and you need to be good at using the external environment to attack or avoid! Without this adaptability, you will die! But many disciples in the audience will not be disturbed and impacted.
The sky was full of brilliance, the formation roared, and a formation barrier was formed. The inherent magic power was vast and tenacious, resisting the shock waves.
After killing the opponent, some contestants immediately quit the game, but if a strong person challenges him, he still has to grit his teeth and walk out quickly.
Some of the victors were covered in blood and wounded deep into their bones, but they still had high fighting spirit. They used their name tags again and continued to challenge the stronger ones! Half an hour later, the battle ended.
On the square, blood was flowing everywhere, corpses were piled up, and limbs were in a mess. There were still residual supernatural powers exploding in the sky from time to time, creating a pungent and rich smell of blood.
At least hundreds of elite disciples have fallen, and dozens of direct disciples have fallen in the past generations! Even many hall leaders have fallen, and one elder has been replaced by other strong men! Fairy Luomei was lucky enough to kill two challengers.
He returned home panting and covered in blood.
"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?"
The white-bearded Supreme Elder looked around with majestic eyes and shouted loudly: "If you want to be challenged by a strong person, use your famous name immediately! Give everyone ten breaths to think about it!"
There was dead silence in the whole place.
Only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard, and the injured strong men immediately took elixirs to quickly heal their injuries in preparation for another challenge.
Ten breaths passed, and no one issued another challenge. At this time, a new equilibrium was reached, and a new position was born! "The challenge for the leader and below is over! I wish the winner to take another step forward."
At this time, the white-bearded Supreme Elder announced, and then his face became solemn and solemn, and he said loudly: "All the disciples of the sect express condolences to those who died in the war, whether they were the challenged or the challengers, and express their condolences to those who died in the war, whether they were the challenged or the challengers.
With the highest respect!”
He bowed deeply and looked in reverence.
Ming Ruyi also stood up and bowed, meticulously, with compassion and reverence in her eyes, and a blessing in her mouth.
The whole place fell silent, everyone looked solemn and bowed solemnly.
Some disciples even fell to their knees on the ground with tears in their eyes, but gritted their teeth to prevent themselves from crying.
Just listen to the supreme elder loudly saying with reverence: "Their fighting spirit will be immortal, and their sacrificial spirit will be immortal!"
"This goes back thousands of years. From then on, the predecessors and sages who fought for the Immortality Religion and reached the pinnacle of cultivation, practiced hard, fought bravely without fear, will be immortalized forever!"
As his prayers and announcements ended, in the silence, ivory trumpets and horn trumpets were blown around the square.
The voice is rich, deep, and sad, chanting the Purana Sutra to save the souls of the dead, and the holy Beiming is like the sound of Zen singing, resounding in all directions.
This kind of sound is very complex, and the listener feels sympathetic, and a sad and heroic emotion surges into his heart, making people unable to help but shed tears.
"It's so lifeless! Fellow sects are killing each other, causing trouble for Xiao Qiang! It's so cruel and inhumane, it's so terrible!"
"At least more than half of the strong men have fallen! The battle loss rate is too high, it's better for our own people to fight our own people!"
Seeing such a battle, Li Wuji and others were dumbfounded and frightened.
Wu Yaoniang's face turned pale and she was trembling.
Even though Ye Keren had previously admired this system, he couldn't help but feel a little confused at this moment.
In order to pursue the peak of cultivation, is it worth it to kill fellow disciples and suffer serious battle losses?
To put it bluntly, for the people who died in the battle, that is, for the sect, is it cost-effective to suffer such heavy losses?
Fairy Luomei finished her bow, sat down, and said softly: "No battle damage! No battle damage at all!"
"What's the meaning?
So many people died, and yet there were no battle losses?"
Ye Keren couldn't believe it.
"The deceased will become the blood food of the victor. Through the altar of flesh and blood, or by running the secret method of blood-changing body transformation, the deceased's cultivation, energy, blood and spirit can be transformed and collected, and poured into the victor's body for absorption and refining.
Improve your cultivation!"
Fairy Luomei said softly.
Ye Keren and the others turned around and noticed.
In the square, every corpse and every stump of a body is covered with scripture runes.
The scriptures flashed, and the golden light filled the air, condensing like substance, forming shields of different sizes.
This shield seems to be stabilizing the remaining vitality and spirit of their flesh and blood, preventing it from overflowing and being destroyed.
On the many golden scripture shields, there are also the names of the deceased and the names of the people who killed him.
"You actually want to eat them!"
"Have you eaten it?
Fairy Luomei, isn’t that too cruel?”
Tang Linglong, Wu Yaoniang and others suddenly realized this, and couldn't help but feel horrified and almost screamed.
"almost.
To be precise, it should be absorption."
Fairy Luomei's beautiful eyes were full of fanatical greed and expectation, and she said in a trembling voice: "I have never had any trouble with the world before, and I have never eaten blood food. This is the first time! It is expected to be of great benefit to my cultivation."
"However, how cruel is this? They are already dead! How can such good flesh and blood cultivation be wasted!"