Inky clouds surged from the sky, and the wind from the dome blew the entire Aran world, it was ruthless and indifferent, adding a touch of coldness to the already snow-covered steel world.

However, between the black sky and the white earth, there are many creatures who are paying attention to the stories that are happening in another world.

They were monks, and in the midst of the great situation that they were powerless to reverse, they had some connection with the group of people who had entered the game more deeply than they were.

Maybe before that, they were acquaintances, fellow disciples, and Taoist friends...... Or maybe they were strangers and didn't know each other, but they came together for various reasons and formed a temporary team.

But at this moment, the monks of the Aramic world are bystanders, and the people who are in the midst of trials are the ones who really rush to the front line all the time.

But the wins and losses of their group of people, as well as the success or defeat of the king, are also concerned by the vast majority of this group of bystanders.

Because every time the next trial begins, a vague black shadow will appear on the peak of the highest mountain in the entire world.

No one knows exactly what it is, but some speculate that it is the embodiment of a mysterious will. Some choose to believe this explanation, and some choose to turn a deaf ear.

However, just now, all the monks who were waiting in the world of Syria chose to believe this explanation. Because just now the vague black shadow spoke for the first time, and as soon as it spoke, it brought its new rules to everyone here.

The monk who falls in the middle of the trial will also be wiped out by the rules along with the team he belongs to...... That's the new rule. And after people listened, there was panic and contempt.

Especially the followers of the Great Dao Descendants, who were undoubtedly the calmest and most indifferent of all the monks.

Because those geniuses are often gifted and unborn demons, what abilities they have and what strength they can show, the people of their own sect are undoubtedly the most clear.

Therefore, even if what this mysterious will says is true, they are not worried, because in their eyes, the person they support must be able to show their might and kill all enemies with their own powerful supreme law.

And for such a person, the only variable seems to be encountering an existence of the same nature as himself. However, those geniuses are only a tiny minority.

Now that the fifth trial has just begun, it only means that the real fight has just begun, so these people are not worried, because their genius will either run into a group of weak chickens, or they will be caught in an endless fight.

And the possibility of encountering the same type of character is simply minimal. They also have great confidence in their own genius demons, they think that even if they meet, it is just a desperate battle, even if they lose, they will not be aggrieved.

However, that's just what they think. And these people are only a very small minority of all the monks, and other than that, the vast majority of monks think differently from them.

And since entering this ancient city of Syria, all of them have been tempered several times, and all of them have constantly encountered that terrible change, and they have struggled down, whether it is the people of the Great Dao Sect, the Small Dao Sect, or the scattered cultivators, they have all suffered heavy losses.

But even so, the disparity in numbers between the various forces is still huge. But there was one thing that was agreed upon by all of them after the fifth trial was announced.

That's about White Nights. The news that the Demon Venerable White Night is also in this ancient city of Aram has spread far and wide, since the time when White Night appeared in front of the Sorrowful Cave, it has been widely spread by the Terran monks, and now the White Night can be said to be known to everyone, no one knows.

However, it has to be said that at such a time, the so-called unity of the human race still has a little effect. Because at this moment, almost all the Terran monks thought of the name of the White Night, and the word they thought of was to exclude the other.

Of course, if there were really geniuses of the human race who met Bai Ye during the trial, those so-called geniuses would just be able to attack him in groups.

As for the factors involved, there are too many.

In the final analysis, they still have confidence in their own strength and are already proud of the inheritance of the sect. Even if they knew that Bai Ye, the demon clan who was given the nickname of Demon Venerable, was not simple, they would still think so.

Besides, discerning people know that the so-called righteousness of the human race is just a hypocritical banner, and when it is really time to make a move, they may put down their pride and choose to shoot together, but who knows if this is their real full strength?

And if you want them to really make an unreserved attack on the white night, then I'm afraid there is only one reason for them to do so. That is to give them a huge benefit that they cannot refuse, or that the strength of the white night is shown to the point where they cannot sit idly by......

These are fine.

After all, people die for money, and birds die for food.

Life and death are fate, and chance is in the sky.

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And at this moment, in the steel world formed for the trial, the curtain has been unveiled, and countless battles are being played out in every corner of that small world.

Among those thousands of monks, their fastest trial progress had reached the level of the latest "conquest" that had begun. And the slowest one has also reached the level of taking Gu.

The speed at which this trial can enter is determined by their talent and luck, but it is not something they can control. However, the reality is that sometimes, some things, are not fair.

Or it could be said that fairness has never existed. In the world of monks, the so-called fairness is just the size of their fist.

You know, strength is the capital to win everything. And the fact that these people have been able to get to this point on the long road of cultivation is enough to show that there are no naïve fools among them.

The eternal truths of this world that have been immutable for all eternity, they are all more or less enlightened. And although this is true, some people think that it is not at all.

At this moment, someone hates.

They hate their origins, they hate their luck, and they hate their talents. Because of these, they deeply affected their compatibility with the Gu worms, even though those Gu worms were bred by their own hands.

But whether you can use the Gu worm for your own use as quickly as possible is your own business. Therefore, the opening of the fifth level of trial is like lowering an unfathomable iron net among them.

The iron mesh is a sieve, and they are the sand and gravel in the sieve. And what determines their weight is their strength, and if they do not meet the standards of the iron net, those who are small among them will be completely degraded.

They will fall into a bottomless abyss, and that abyss is called death. At this moment, all of them are hunters, and the prey is everyone but themselves.

It's just that hunters are strong and weak, and timing is the most critical existence. At this moment, in the steel world, the vicinity of the last source of the Gu Clan and within it are all places where the Flower of Killing blooms.

For a moment, the sound of insects, shouting and killing, biting and the sound of water rushing...... And the monk's pleas for mercy, all of which were mixed together like a complex and piercing symphony, sounding oozing and terrifying.

In fact, this is already a purgatory on earth. In this complex sound, Gu insects are large and small, and their bodies and races are also varied, and they are different......

But no matter what, at this moment, they were announcing to the monks of the Desolate Realm the terrifying glory of the Gu Clan's past and their terrifying fangs.

In the past, they were synonymous with death, but now these Gu worms are telling them with practical actions, telling the reason for the loss of their former glory and what kind of creatures they are in front of the eyes of the monks of the Wasteland.

In the trials at this moment, all the geniuses and the mediocre people all showed their abilities, they used their magic powers, and cooperated with the terrifying creatures they bred, killing opponents, hunting everything, and using them to help the strange-shaped insects that were born one by one, devouring ...... Advanced.

And in the midst of this bloody storm, there was a young man, wearing a torn white robe, with a striking waterfall white hair, and a pair of extraordinary terrifying eyes.

At this moment, he was standing quietly above the surface of the water pool of the source blood. Facing the sound of fighting in the distance, he had a feeling that maybe there were too many wars happening around him, or maybe the neighing of Gu worms was too dense.

The almost irrepressible throbbing was probably in his blood, maybe it was from his strange connection to the little praying mantis, or maybe it was both.

But from Bai Ye's point of view, he thinks that the generation of this feeling is still inextricably linked to the little praying mantis. After all, what the other party can feel now, he can feel, but what he can feel, the other party may not feel.

"Boss, I want to fight. ”

And just as Bai Ye's thoughts were surging, a slight call rang in his ears. It was a simple voice, it didn't sound pleasant, but it also brought Bai Ye infinite longing, which was the desire to fight and slaughter.

"Wait, I'll let you kill you later. ”

"Okay, I'll listen to the boss. ”

The voice sounded again, and above Bai Ye's shoulder, there was also a black shadow the size of a palm. From someone else's point of view, it's impossible to see what kind of creature the black shadow is.

But Bai Ye could see it clearly, because this was his contract Gu worm after all. Although there was a slight change in the contract, it did not hurt him.

And at this moment, in the face of the little mantis's request, he temporarily chose to suppress and refuse. And when he saw the ripples on the water beneath his feet, he turned his head again and glanced at the small black mantis.

"When the wind rises, we will kill it, right?"

As the old saying goes: the wind comes from the tiger, and the cloud comes from the dragon.

Now the monks are like tigers, and the tigers are rising together, as if a strong wind is coming. And he is willing to be a long dragon in the clouds, shoot in the wind, open his mouth to swallow the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, and the corpses of the tigers.

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PS: One more. (?? . ??)