After entering the stone mirror, Qin Mo raised his eyes and looked around, this was a huge stone room.

The stone chamber was lit up by a subtle glow on the stone walls, which was so empty that there were only a few large stones placed at random, and there was nothing left, no branch openings, not even the entrance when you entered.

There were forty or fifty people who entered the stone mirror, and these people were much more stable than those outside, and most of them were carefully observing everything around them, some staring at the boulders, and some people were paying attention to the strange stone wall.

An hour passed like this, and there was no change at all in the stone chamber, and no one found any mechanism or anything like that.

Now everyone has different thoughts in their hearts, and they are all thinking of ways to break through, but they don't get any hints from the Holy Mansion, and the stone room is becoming quieter and quieter.

Another hour passed, and the stone chamber remained unchanged, but someone finally took the first step.

A tall young man dressed in a dark warrior costume suddenly shot at a monk beside him, and his methods were extremely ruthless, directly piercing the head of the person next to him with one palm.

The others immediately became alarmed, and many began to denounce the perpetrator.

The tall monk didn't care, and said indifferently: "Everyone has seen that there are no exits and entrances here at all, and it is obvious that the Holy Mansion means that only those who live to the last can join the Holy Mansion." Only the best ten of us made it out alive. ”

There was a dead silence here, but everyone was more vigilant, they didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past.

Many people disagree with the tall man's statement, but in this weird atmosphere, everyone has to prepare for the worst, maybe what the tall man said is really the intention of the Holy Mansion, after all, this test is indeed very different from the past.

Silence is often the most terrible, and it is also the most able to drive the negative emotions in people's hearts.

Finally someone struck again, one or two, and in the end there was almost no one to stay out of it, and everyone was desperately fighting.

Qin Mo is also unavoidable to fight with a few people, those who can enter the stone mirror naturally have extraordinary means, Qin Mo relied on the mysterious exercises to barely gain the upper hand, but it is impossible to take down the opponent for a while. Moreover, in such a chaotic battle, it is impossible to do your best every time, and you have to watch out for other people's sneak attacks.

However, there are also some people who take different measures, and some people do their best to kill their opponents in seconds, so as to deter other opponents and win a greater advantage for themselves, and avoid defeat due to the exhaustion of wheel warfare.

As time passed, most of the people in the stone room had died, and most of the rest were injured, and Qin Mo was also injured in the battle in turn.

Now that Qin Mo has no choice, the result can already be predicted, the vast majority of people who enter the stone mirror today will stay here forever, and some monks with slightly lower cultivation began to curse the Holy Mansion.

Qin Mo raised his combat power to the best state, his momentum rose sharply, and he shouted: "Kill." ”

A cold murderous aura spread around him, Qin Mo urged the true qi to condense on his palms, and his palms turned into two divine swords and rushed into the crowd to take the initiative to attack, only in this way could he get out of the current situation.

The two third-order masters who were still entangled with Qin Mo just now were cleanly beheaded by Qin Mo. The people around were all terrified. After a moment of silence in the crowd, there was chaos again, and everyone knew that the cruelest moment was coming. If you don't fight with all your might, you can only become someone else's sword and die.

Qin Mo's momentum was extremely strong, rushing to kill everywhere, despising all opponents, and blood would be spattered everywhere he passed.

Qin Mo fought bloodily and became more and more courageous, and his combat power continued to rise with his momentum.

A third-order intermediate master faced Qin Mo with a palm, and his bones were broken in an instant, and one arm was broken.

Immediately afterwards, the man was killed by a sword qi from another monk who had been killed, and the blood of the broken corpse was gushing, staining a large area of stone walls red, which was shocking.

There are more and more people who fall down in the stone room, and the one who is alive is naturally stronger than the other, Qin Mo gradually felt that the pressure was getting bigger and bigger, but at this moment, the blood in his body was boiling, and the battle spirit was high, although he was facing a group of masters whose cultivation was comparable to his own, or even surpassed his own by one or two small realms, he was not afraid at all.

At this point in the battle, Qin Mo was no longer as free to move as he was at the beginning, and a murderous purple-clothed master stared at him and launched a crazy attack on him.

The purple-clothed master was the same age as Qin Mo, his face was resolute, and his burly figure was faintly domineering, giving people a very dangerous feeling, Qin Mo estimated that the other party's cultivation was close to the third-order intermediate realm, a small realm higher than Qin Mo, but Qin Mo was not afraid at all, and also launched an offensive and the two fought to the death.

The purple-clothed master made a sharp move, and the sword qi released from the outside only took Qin Mo's vital point, although Qin Mo was at a disadvantage, he did not dodge or dodge, and moved forward with offense. Condensed the fierce strength on his fists, and smashed horizontally and vertically against the opponent's sword qi, Qin Mo's iron fist hit the opponent's sword qi and made a piercing sound of metal handover.

The sword qi was shattered, and Qin Mo also took a few big steps back. None of the people who are still alive are weak, and although Qin Mo is not afraid of his opponent, he does not dare to slack off. Stepping on the Kunpeng Change, he instantly rushed to the front of the purple-clothed monk and slammed into the opponent's face with a punch, this blow can be described as extremely tricky, and it is difficult for ordinary people to dodge, but just when Qin Mo's fist was about to touch the tip of the purple-clothed monk's nose, the purple-clothed monk's body suddenly blurred instantly, and then appeared three feet away, although the three feet were not far away, but at this moment, Qin Mo's old power had not been born, and he could not reach the other party at all.

Qin Mo was also shocked that the other party had such a strange body cultivation, and he had to be more cautious. The purple-clothed monk didn't use this kind of body just now, he must have wanted to use it to give Qin Mo a surprise blow and achieve the effect of killing with one blow, but he was forced out by Qin Mo strongly.

The man in purple seized the opportunity, his body changed again, and he quickly rushed to Qin Mo's body, then rose up and jerked his knees towards Qin Mo's chest, in a hurry, Qin Mo had to cross his arms in front of his chest to block, and with a bang, Qin Mo flew upside down in response, coughing up blood. The man in purple sneered and rushed towards Qin Mo again, flying up in the air and slamming his right foot towards Qin Mo's chest, Qin Mo poured the true qi of his whole body into his right arm, and swung his iron fist to blast at the right leg of the man in purple, Qin Mo stood still but spurted out a mouthful of blood, staring coldly at the man in purple. The man in purple flipped back, the corners of his mouth twitching.

No one dared to relax in the slightest in the battle of life and death, and the two of them unfolded their bodies at the same time, as fast as lightning, constantly changing positions, and the sword qi shot out in all directions. Hundreds of moves have passed, and both of them have played real fire, and each of them is extremely violent.

In the end, the two of them changed their bodies at the same time, concentrated the strength of their whole bodies on their right arms, and threw a fierce punch at each other, wanting to kill each other with one blow.

The two fists touched, Qin Mo Xiuwei was slightly inferior to the other party, and he flew two or three feet away, hit the stone wall, coughing up blood, this punch made him pay a painful price. Although he knew that the other party's cultivation was above his own, he was confident enough to take this punch, but the purple-clothed monk's punch was far beyond its own strength, and Qin Mo instantly thought that the purple-clothed monk must have cultivated some kind of secret technique, and he could increase his attack power by paying a certain price.

Even so, the purple-clothed monk was not comfortable, his face was pale, and his eyes flashed fiercely.

His cultivation was already higher than Qin Mo, and now that he had passed hundreds of moves, he hadn't taken Qin Mo down, and he began to mumble in his heart, that move just now was enough to kill Qin Mo, but Qin Mo was only seriously injured, and he didn't have to worry about his life. But the most infuriating thing was the blow just now, his right hand bone was actually discounted, he never wanted to hit Qin Mo's body so strongly.

The purple-clothed monk exhaled deeply and said slowly: "I underestimated your strength, and you can actually be my current dragon strength, but if you meet me, you will definitely die today." ”

Qin Mo said: "You are crazy enough, you have crazy capital, but you are not qualified to point out life and death in front of me, and it is uncertain who will kill the deer." ”

The man in purple didn't wait for Qin Mo to finish his words and shouted: "Phantom Body Method", and then his body changed, his speed was so fast that he turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Qin Mo, the afterimage was split into two purple-clothed monks, and the two figures flicked their legs at the same time and kicked Qin Mo's chest and back respectively with a fierce wind.

A cruel smile flashed at the corner of Qin Mo's mouth, and the Divine Phoenix Tribulation consumed essence blood to recover from his injuries in an instant. Instantly turned around and the fierce iron fist cooperated with Liuhe to shoot a leg shadow that approached the purple-clothed man, and the sound of bones shattering came from the purple-clothed monk's leg bones. The afterimage disappeared and the purple monk fell. The six fist shadows of Liuhejin hit his leg at the same time, and the entire leg bone was completely shattered, and the blood stained his purple clothes even more poignantly.

Qin Mo would not give the other party any more chance, and he stepped up and slashed the head of the purple-clothed monk with a sword qi with his right palm.

The purple-clothed monk was dumbfounded, his face was full of surprise, and he didn't understand how Qin Mo could see the phantom clone produced by his phantom body technique to the extreme. He didn't believe that Qin Mo's cultivation could distinguish between the clone and the body, and that kind of extreme speed could only be seen by a fifth-order master, but what he didn't know was that Qin Mo's divine sense cultivation was already comparable to a fifth-order powerhouse. Moreover, the phantom clone he exhibited and Qin Mo's Liuhe Jin were not at the same level at all, and the six times the combat power inspired by Liuhe Jin was real, while the mixed shadow clone was just an eye-catching method produced by the extreme operation of footwork.

Qin Mo had just consumed his essence blood to recover from his injuries, and he was still in peak condition at the moment, which made many monks in the field frightened, in their opinion, Qin Mo was a little strong who could not be killed, no matter how serious the injury was, he could always maintain his peak combat strength, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became.

More and more people fell in the stone chamber, everywhere was stained scarlet with blood, and the air smelled of blood. There were corpses and broken arms everywhere, and the screams were endless, and the entire stone chamber was a Shura hell, showing all kinds of misery.

In the chaos, some people noticed Qin Mo's battle just now, and felt that Qin Mo defeated the strong with the weak, and it must be the end of the strong crossbow at this moment, and they wanted to take the opportunity to take Qin Mo. But just as he rushed to Qin Mo's approach, he regretted it. Qin Mo's cold eyes made him feel like he was falling into a 10,000-year-old ice cellar. Under the domination of such a law of the jungle, there is no need to be merciful, Qin Mo is not a pedantic person When the opponent approached, a punch was thrown, and the opponent was punched into the chest by Qin Mo before he could scream, and a blood hole with a bowl mouth in his chest was transmitted back and forth.

The blood that splattered out and splashed on Qin Mo's face made his temperament a little hideous.