The sonorous voice sounded at this time, and it laughed and said, "Boy, what did you just say, are you desperate now?"

As soon as this voice came out, Sima Shao was startled, he took two steps back and shouted, "Who, who are you?"

The sonorous voice smiled: "You are the chosen one, don't you know my identity?"

Wu Fei sneered: "You are just a machine spirit guarding this space, what can you do, what if I am desperate, what if I am not desperate?"

"Haha, the more desperate you are, the happier I am, and the more you want to be miserable, the happier I am!"

Sima Shao's mood calmed down slightly, and said, "Master Jiling, how do you know that I am the chosen heir, and there is still one person who has not come in?"

The voice snorted: "Do you still need to ask, can you take out the magic weapon, and your movement is not restricted, what is not the heir of the Great Designation?"

Sima Shao looked at Wu Fei proudly and said, "Did you hear it, why should people like you follow me, no matter where you are, I am more than one level higher than you!"

Wu Fei snorted: "People like you are arrogant, in fact, in this life, no one is higher, cultivators are, mortals are too, you still hope for your grandfather, I hope he can help you get rid of the shackles of the High Priest of the Night, this is the greatest sorrow of your life!"

Sima Shao shouted: "Jealousy, you are jealous, you are a kid with no birth background, why are you fighting with me!"

Wu Fei sneered: "Insatiable, I'm jealous, right, I can't see others have good things, I'm jealous, right, selling my soul, I'm even more jealous, right?"

Sima Shao hated: "Okay, so what, now I can kill you at any time, you have no power to resist!"

Wu Fei looked at Sima Shao with pity and said, "You know what kind of place this is, you can't even figure out what this place is!"

Sima Shaodao: "This is the Gate of Light, could it be somewhere else?"

Wu Fei said: "It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, let me tell you, this is the place where the Flying Blood Bead is sacrificed, did the High Priest of the Night tell you?"

Sima Shao's body trembled when he heard the words Flying Blood Beads, and said, "You lie to me, this is the Gate of Light, how can there be a Flying Blood Bead?" He shuddered in his heart, because when he came in, the High Priest of the Night asked him to go to the high platform to see the red mist.

About the Flying Blood Bead, Sima Shao knows a lot, this blood bead can be called the most evil thing in the Demon Dao, as soon as the Flying Blood Bead comes out, the whole world will be ruined, if the High Priest of the Night uses it to ascend, this blood bead can destroy a hundred Bright Cities, and at the same time, the poisonous fog will envelop the entire Demon Dao, and then more than half of the mortals will die, and if the cultivator does not run in time, he will also suffer internal injuries.

Sima Shao turned his head to the red platform and asked, "Lord Instrument Spirit, is this here sacrificing the Flying Blood Bead?"

The voice snorted and said, "Yes, the Gate of Light is the sacrificial furnace of the blood beads, and those who come in are all sacrifices of the blood beads!"

Sima Shao's eyes widened in shock, he couldn't imagine that the Gate of Light was really the place where the Flying Blood Bead was sacrificed, that was not his previous cognition at all, if the Blood Bead Sacrifice was successful, how could he still get out alive?

Wu Fei suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

The voice was exasperated.

"I laugh at you for being stupid, once the flying blood beads here are successfully condensed, it will also be your death period!"

"Nonsense, impossible!"

"Oh, how many times has Your Excellency experienced the Flying Blood Bead?"

The voice was silent for a while, although it had seen Peng Yikun walk out of here, but it had indeed not experienced the condensation of the Flying Blood Beads, if the Flying Blood Beads were successfully condensed, the Gate of Light would come again, then it really wanted to prevent this from happening.

Wu Fei sneered at Gao Tai: "You are just a machine spirit, once you complete your mission, you will be wiped out, when will the blood beads condense, when will you be finished!"

The voice said angrily, "You talk nonsense!"

Wu Fei pointed to the shrinking blood mist on the high platform not far away, and said to Sima Shao: "You know how many people will die in the blood sacrifice, this Gate of Light is not a demon lord screening heirs at all, but a scam, it doesn't matter if you kill me, I hope you can destroy it!"

Sima Shao said angrily: "What does it matter to me that others destroy me, the cultivation avenue is to seek eternal life, for my cultivation, anyone can die!" After speaking, he raised his long sword and pointed at Wu Fei again.

Wu Fei sighed secretly, did he have to die here in the end, in this chaotic land, his body and cultivation were not Sima Shao's opponents, and most importantly, he couldn't take out a magic weapon.

At this moment, there was a sound of brushing the ground, and a white light suddenly lit up at the entrance of Chaos.

Sima Shao turned his head and saw a vague figure walking in.

"Oh, the third cultivator came in?"

The sonorous voice was very surprised, because of this blood sacrifice, only a hundred people died, and in the previous selection, almost a thousand people died.

The figure slowly became clear, and a young man staggered towards their footing, a handsome young man with a persistent look in his eyes and a silver Zen staff in his hand.

This young man is none other than Wu Fei's junior brother Ouyang Jize.

Ze'er's face was confused, he didn't know Wu Fei's identity yet, Sima Shao quietly moved his footsteps, and stabbed at Ze'er with a sword, and only one of the three people who came in could get out, Wu Fei and Ze'er must die.

"Be careful!"

Wu Fei shouted.

Ze'er has not yet adapted to the chaos of the Gate of Light, when he heard the sound, he found that there was a sword light piercing, and at the moment his body moved to cast the demon shadow to hide, but he found that his feet were filled with lead, as if he had fallen into a quagmire, and his body technique could not be used here at all.

Wu Fei threw himself at Sima Shao's back.

"Bang-"

Sima Shao stabbed Ze'er with a sword, felt Wu Fei pounce behind him, pouted, drew his sword and stabbed back.

Ze'er snorted, and a bloody arrow spurted out, and he covered his chest with his hands and fell to the ground.

Wu Fei knew that Ze'er was dead, and the next one was himself, he didn't care about Sima Shao's sword, his body swooped to the ground, his spiritual power spit out, and he pressed his palm on Sima Shao's heart.

"Poof, pop-"

Two abnormal noises came out, Sima Shao's body was shocked, and Wu Fei took a few steps backwards and fell to the ground.

Sima Shao stabbed Wu Fei's right chest with a sword, but his breathing was stagnant, and his back heart was also sealed by Wu Fei.

Blood gushed from Wu Fei's chest, and his spiritual power gradually lost, and he fell to the ground.

Sima Shao's facial muscles twisted twice, and he suddenly laughed.

"You, what are you laughing at?"

Ze'er pressed his chest and said angrily, although he was not stabbed in the heart, but his chest was pierced, and the injury was extremely serious, and now there is no seal and recovery pill, and the blood from the wound cannot be stopped.

Sima Shao smiled and said: "You two, you can't use magic weapons here, and you can't treat them, and when the blood runs out, your death will be miserable!"