Because of his "sarcastic face", Chen Shen lived a very fulfilling life in the next month or so——
Provoking his sect, one after another!
Repeated high-intensity battles, tense nerves at all times, if any other independent force encountered such a situation, they would probably collapse long ago.
But for Chen Shen, the wave after wave of enemy cultivators provided him with a steady stream of experience points, and it was not too late for him to be happy!
As for the group of ice palace female nuns, they were almost numb from the initial shock to the subsequent habituation.
Recalling when they first set foot on the ancient battlefield of Whirlpool, most of these female nuns were a little wary.
But if you ask them now what their biggest feeling has been since the beginning of the Whirling Ancient Battlefield, they will definitely answer in unison: "Boring!"
There is no other way, who said that their coach Chen Shen can crush the enemies almost every time with his own strength?
Moreover, this guy was afraid of being robbed of his valuable experience points, so he repeatedly stopped the Ice Palace sisters from lending a helping hand.
As a result, after every war, the only task left to these female nuns was a monotonous and comfortable task——
Clean the battlefield...
That evening, the sky above the ancient battlefield was filled with flaming clouds.
At first glance, the red sea of clouds looks like it has been soaked in the blood of countless cultivators. It is spectacular and cold, but also has a hint of coquettishness!
At this time, under the long sunset, a young man was holding a Nether Blood Blade, stepping on Lingbo ghost shadows, galloping among thousands of troops——
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing a peak eight-star Xuanzun and gaining 370 billion experience points!"
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing a Nine-Star Xuanzun and gaining 450 billion experience points!"
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing a two-star Xuanjun and gaining 4.5 trillion experience points!"
"bite!"
When the last prompt for killing the enemy to gain merit points, the long tail sound disappeared, Chen Shen finally heard the voice he had been waiting for for a long time——
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully advancing to the five-star Xuanjun!"
"Ding~ Five-star Xuanjun needs a total of 30 billion experience points to advance to six-star level. The current experience bar is still short of 299.4 billion points."
Chen Shen put away his sword and stood up, taking a long breath: "Huh~ After fighting in this ancient battlefield for a month, my level of Xuanxiu has been improved to a higher level? Not bad, not bad."
"If this momentum continues, the Heavenly King realm will not be out of reach, right?"
"After all, according to what Bing Yuyao said, in the past competitions on the Whirlpool Ancient Battlefield, the 'Nine Titles' could not be competed until five or six years after the competition started at the earliest."
"Well, I still have a lot of opportunities!"
This time, there was no need for him to give orders personally. The Ice Palace nuns, who had been protected like "flowers in a greenhouse", had begun to clean up the battlefield spontaneously.
Chen Shen, on the other hand, frowned slightly after a moment of joy at the improvement in his realm.
In his hand, he was still holding the half of the arm that the last enemy cultivator who was half-stepping into the Xuanjun realm had intercepted and forcibly "plucked off" when he sneak-attacked him from behind.
This half of the arm is a little weird. The skin that should have been plump is now like dry tree bark, wrinkled.
And if you look closely, this arm is extremely white in color and does not look like the remains of a person who has just died...
Immediately, the young man glanced at the buckle tied around his waist, frowned slightly, and said to himself: "It's really weird!"
"What kind of object is the 'soul-gathering belt' that this holy mountain equips every racer with?"
"When a cultivator is killed, the goose egg-sized ruby on his belt can drain away the remaining essence and blood of the deceased. It can also be said that it is used to 'count heads' and to score points.
Prepare."
"But I just took off one arm of the Half-Step Xuanjun. At that moment, he was not dead. Why was all the blood and essence in his arm sucked away by the ruby on the soul-gathering buckle?
?”
With nothing to do, Chen Shen told Bing Yuyao about his curiosity.
The little iceberg beauty frowned slightly and shook her head slowly: "I don't know exactly what happened."
"I only know that all the cultivators from the sect who have participated in the competition on the Whirlpool Ancient Battlefield have been forced to wear this 'soul-gathering belt'."
"The function of the soul gathering belt is to connect with a small part of the energy and blood essence of the wearer. In this way, as long as the opponent dies at the hands of the wearer, his blood and essence will be returned to the one on the belt.
The rubies are sucked away and stored." "When the competition for the ninth rank comes, if the surviving sects of more than ten or twenty directions are unwilling to continue fighting for fear that the younger generation of geniuses will suffer too heavy a loss.
, you can ask the Shenshan side to come forward for arbitration.”
"At that time, the arbitration ranking will be based on the amount and grade of blood essence in the sect contestant's 'Soul Gathering Belt'. It will be in full view of everyone, and it will be fair and just!"
"Another point is: once the person wearing the Soul Gathering Belt dies, or if he is not dead but takes off the belt voluntarily, so that the mechanism inside is damaged, then all the essence and blood stored in the ruby will
They will all be burned to nothing with the soul gathering belt."
"This eliminates the possibility of some racers appearing to 'get something for nothing' and specifically buying other people's soul-grabbing belts in order to seize the ninth title."
…
After hearing Bing Yuyao say a lot, Chen Shen still felt that he had missed the point.
Perhaps, even Bing Yuyao herself just "knows it" but doesn't know "why"?
"Oh, that's all. Anyway, before I put this thing on, I have checked it repeatedly. There is nothing wrong with the soul-gathering buckle itself."
"Maybe I'm too sensitive?"
Immediately, he curled his lips and smiled casually: "Hey, ladies and sisters, please work harder and quickly clean up the battlefield. Let's continue to move forward!"
Then, this guy didn't forget to add happily in his heart: "The one who upgrades to a magical horse is the happiest~"
At this time, in the Phoenix Palace above the sacred mountain.
In this most domineering Phoenix Palace, a crimson fire shadow floated in the air.
In His Highness's place, stood an orange-red fire phoenix.
Fortunately, this palace is big enough and strong enough, otherwise it would be impossible to accommodate her flaming phoenix true body!
"Han Yizhi, what you just said... are all true?"
"Absolutely true!"
It turns out that this phoenix girl is none other than Han Yizhi!
I just don't know what she told the superior Huo Feng? It actually made the other party's eyes condensed with a look of great surprise...
"Hehehe, okay, okay!"
"We, the Fire Phoenix Clan, have held hundreds of competitions on the Whirling Ancient Battlefield. Only today have we welcomed the first talent to face the true meaning of the competition..."