The bloody scene completely ignited the mania in the cultivator's heart, and this flame seemed to be burning more violently little by little. The cultivator with the broken arm was a cultivator from a medium-sized sect, while the dead cultivator was another sect that was comparable in comparison. Since there are deaths and injuries between each other, the next battle will naturally not be harmonious, if there is the first death, then there will inevitably be a second, and the ring match has unknowingly become a competition of life and death, and it has also become a revenge contest of the sect.

However, this escalating situation also seems to have been acquiesced, and none of the sect's leaders have stepped forward to stop it, it seems that they are also holding a breath in their hearts, and they have to put each other to death. The ring was getting bloodier and bloodier, and even some calm cultivators were gradually losing their minds under the influence of such an environment. The opponent in front of them seems to have become their own mortal enemy, but if they can't kill the other party, then the other party will definitely let themselves be crushed.

No one paid attention to the corpse that had been slain, not even the organizers of the Great Tournament of the Bladeless Gate. There were too many people, and the cultivators were also killing each other. Normally, when a cultivator is killed, another cultivator will jump into the ring and brutally kick the dead cultivator's body under the ring. Then he carried out a deadly attack on the cultivators who were still standing in the ring, if it weren't for Deng Shangwei still commanding some people without a blade to arrange the disposal of the corpses that were kicked out of the ring, then the surrounding area of these six rings would have already been filled with the corpses of these cultivators.

It was like a knotted cycle in which more and more cultivators died in battle. However, the dead cultivator aroused the revenge of his fellow disciples, and the avenging side soon became the avenged side. It wasn't until later that all the cultivators had already killed the red-eyed, whether you were an enemy of my sect or not, as long as you were a cultivator standing in the ring, that was the object I wanted to kill......

It was in the midst of such killings that time passed little by little, and more and more cultivators died. The white ring was almost covered with bright red, but none of the cultivators noticed that the blood that had been sprinkled on the ring showed no signs of clotting. No one would notice that the blood didn't seem to be flowing down the ring, as if it were a bottomless container......

There seemed to be a strange smell in the air, like blood, but there was a faint sense of difference. Wrinkles began to appear on Fu Xi's childish face, especially the folds in the shape of the Sichuan character between the eyebrows, which had not been stretched out since the moment the first cultivator died. But although he felt something was wrong, he didn't smell it deeply. Because the smell of blood is inevitable, after all, so many cultivators have died in the ring, if there is no smell of blood, he will feel strange.

But he always had a feeling of unease, as if there was some strange smell mixed in with the smell of blood. However, he felt that his thinking was slightly sluggish, as if he was deprived of oxygen, and naturally he could no longer pursue it. Not to mention the other bigwigs, seeing them breathing heavily, their pupils bloodshot, and their chests rising and falling rapidly, you know that the eagerness in their hearts has completely replaced the reason in their hearts. It seemed that an invisible voice was encouraging them in their ears, making them want to get up and enter the bloody ring to kill in all directions.

Fortunately, their cultivation was relatively high, and that ridiculous impulse did not completely expel their reason, but the bloodthirsty aura kept rolling around them.

The smile on Deng Shangwei's face became brighter and brighter, and others couldn't see it, but he knew that the ring was absorbing the blood of these dead cultivators little by little. After all, the ring was built in his wisdom, and how much effort did it take him to do all this! including the pair of no-blades, but ...... However, Wu Feng's whereabouts are unknown now, and as for how he escaped from his hands, he still doesn't understand!

But...... Hehehe...... But does it matter? Now that he is moving towards the goal he expected step by step, Wu Feng? What can Wu Feng do, his cultivation is not worth mentioning in his eyes at all. Even if he was still alive somewhere in the Dao Treasure World, so what, could he pose a threat to himself? No! It's not that he's conceited, but that's the way it is......

The corpses of those dead cultivators, in the eyes of outsiders, were collected because of the organizers. But in reality, he was using those corpses to achieve his ends. Is the blood in the ring enough? Not enough, the corpses have all been cut open and placed outside the ring. Maybe now these corpses are enough to surround the six rings and everyone in the ring, and the blood that can't stop is moistening this parched land little by little......

Fu Xi's heavy head swayed back and forth, as if trying to expel the lethargic feeling from his mind. He knew that he had already bred some irritability in his heart now, which was incredible, although his cultivation was far from being comparable to his own body, but with the earth-wide cultivation of his body, it stands to reason that his concentration was not general. I accidentally saw the grim smile on Deng Shangwei's face, as if it was blowing through the depths of hell like a sharp blade.

A spirit, Fu Xi finally knew what was wrong. Once they have fallen into the Dao, all the cultivators have attained the Dao. He also began to have some impressions of the strange smell of blood in the air, a bewitching smell, a smell that was more fishy and heavy than blood. It seems to be in the long river of time, rolling and moving, but there is no fishy smell emitted by the slightest coagulated blood.

Look at the ring where there is no white exposed, the blood in the ring is increasing little by little, but it is also decreasing little by little. It was as if there was a drain in the ring, and it would never let the blood overflow. But he knew in his heart that it was not that there was such a device in the ring, but that it was absorbed, absorbed by the ring. It would be more accurate to say that it was absorbed by some species under the ring......

He wanted to stop this from going any further, from stopping the beginning of the catastrophe that could happen in the future. But he didn't have that kind of spare strength now, and he was unconsciously caught in the trap of that young man, perhaps a long, long time ago, he had fallen into the trap of the other party......

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(Tianjin)