The wind quietly dispersed, the temperature slowly rose, the crowd stirred slightly, and the sun became particularly harsh.

The screen next to the ring flickered a few times, and countless induction probes around jumped into red light, and the powerful intelligent system had already determined the winner and was about to be made public.

But at this moment, the ice sculpture suddenly cracked, as if a powerful force was inflicting a devastating blow on it.

This blow is not from the inside out, but from the outside in.

On one side of the ice sculpture, layers of ice crystals are beginning to peel off rapidly, like dandelions flying around.

When only the last layer remains. Wu Chen's figure suddenly disappeared in place, and the pitch-black blade broke through the air like the wind, slashing out towards the huge ice block.

When the trajectory of the knife slashed, the last layer of ice crystals also peeled off, and the powerful cutting force was all poured into Lin Li's back, and then, the entire ice sculpture shattered.

Lin Li's figure flew out of the ring, and the huge wound behind him splashed bright red blood droplets, and his whole person fell to the ground, his eyes were split, and he was extremely embarrassed.

If the victory or defeat was already clear before, then now Wu Chen has moved his murderous intent, he stood on the edge of the ring and looked at the other party and waved his hand, and countless ice crystals re-condensed into a sharp arrow.

He held the tail of the arrow and pulled it through the void, as if an invisible bowstring was tightened, and the overwhelming spiritual power began to rage, and the crystal and sharp arrow was aimed at Lin Li.

Wu Chen's gaze was fierce, and he was about to let go of his right hand, allowing this arrow turned into ice to pierce through the opponent's heart, and let the sticky blood stain this holy land red.

But he couldn't let go of his hand.

Because a stronger force controlled the arrow, it stopped in mid-air and could not move the slightest.

Someone intervened in the competition.

Or rather, someone is preventing him from killing.

Wu Chen didn't know who it was, and he couldn't find where the other party was.

The buzzing of the ambulance suddenly sounded, and Lin Li was carried on a stretcher by nurses one by one.

Soon after, the ambulance, with its faint rescue lights flashing, disappeared from view.

"Win, win!"

The first to shout was Chu Ziyue, who stood by the ring and danced like a whole cheerleader.

On the screen next to him, there are actually already winners and losers.

The winner, loose cultivation Wu Chen.

Slowly, a few cheers rang out from the crowd, but more people showed their heads down.

Although they were shocked that Wu Chen had defeated Lin Li, and even looked at Wu Chen's gaze with a hint of admiration, they pressed the wrong bet, and the money was destined to be wasted.

For envy or worship, money is still more practical.

Wu Chen turned a deaf ear to these chants and sighs, he looked around in circles in the ring, but he could not find the blocker, and the other party did not appear.

Wu Chen frowned, gave up the idea of continuing to search, and now that he had a feud with Lin Li, it was a pity that he didn't kill him.

But it didn't matter, the crucial knife just now had already slashed at the other party, and he clearly looked at the pale green information flashing.

Repair to attribute -11

According to his observations, Lin Li's cultivation had already fallen to the point of the third layer of gathering spirits in an instant, even though the other party's cultivation talent was excellent, it was obviously impossible to recover to the peak in a short time.

Everyone saw that the competition was over, so they scattered in the discussion and prepared to go home to sleep, today is Saturday, and there is no need to go to school.

Although the competition has come to an end, this news will definitely spread throughout the academy in a short period of time, defeating the eighth layer of the Gathering Spirit with the cultivation of the sixth layer of the Gathering Spirit, if they don't see it with their own eyes, they may not believe it.

Only Wu Chen's face in the ring was solemn, and he didn't look happy.

In battle, he was opportunistic, and when Lin Li thought he had been defeated and let his guard down, he launched the most effective means of attack.

But in fact, Lin Li still has a lot of hole cards that are useless, and there are still many means that have not been used.

As for why Wu Chen was able to avoid the wind shadow slashing, the reason was actually very simple.

In that short 0.1 seconds, he entered another dimension.

Although the battle was won, a thick cloud hung over him, who was the last person to strike, was he there to protect Lin Li, or was there some other purpose?

Wu Chen couldn't figure it out.

Chu Ziyue pulled Wu Chen to receive the reward, and when she saw the posture, she was about to put it in her pocket, but Wu Chen didn't stop her.

He didn't care about that, because the bet he had made had been multiplied fiftyfold.

The dealer happily transferred the money to Wu Chen's account, because the dealer also made a lot of money, and all the bets went into his pocket.

Chu Ziyue had money to go shopping, but Wu Chen didn't follow, and men are rarely interested in such a thing.

However, he did not go home, and took a taxi to the southeast of the city.

About half an hour later, Wu Chen arrived at his destination.

Martyrs' Mausoleum.

He was going to see what was so strange about the cemetery, and he was going to see what was written on the huge stone tablet.

Looking up, there are tombstones standing everywhere in sight, they have experienced unknown years of wind and rain, spring and autumn, but they are still standing, as if when the city is in trouble, they will stand at the forefront and charge.

Wu Chen walked down the aisle to the center of the tombs, where flowers were occasionally placed in front of the tombstones, and food was occasionally placed.

It's just that most of these foods are messy, and I think homeless people often come here in search of food.

Wu Chen continued to walk forward, his steps lightly stepping across this land, although he did not belong to this city, but when he came here, he couldn't help but learn to be solemn.

These are martyrs, all brave men, their bodies buried in this land, and their souls will be immortal.

Unconsciously, Wu Chen was already standing in the deepest part of the tombs, looking around, he was the only one here, as lonely as life suddenly appeared in the realm of death.

He looked up at the stone monument, and a trace of fatigue gradually appeared on his face, as if he had walked a long, long way through mountains and rivers.

The stele is exactly the same as in the photo, there is no material to see, like the most ordinary stone, the surface has become smooth due to the perennial wind and rain, and the subtle scratches that cannot be erased also show the vicissitudes of life it has experienced.

Wu Chen took a deep breath and prepared to enter the alien dimension, which was the gathering place of death, and even he couldn't predict what kind of danger would appear in the alien dimension.

The sky darkened, and a faint mist began to fill the eyes, hazy but full of murderous intent in front of them.

Wu Chen instinctively clenched his hands into fists, but at this moment, a huge thrust exploded in his chest, and the slender figure flew out violently into the distance.

This thrust pushed him to the outermost periphery, and Wu Chen barely stood still, his chest rising and falling rapidly, consuming a large amount of oxygen, and staring around vigilantly.

There are no ghosts, and there are no evil spirits, which is a certain gap from what he imagined.

The force just now seemed to come from a distant stone tablet, which stood in the fountain of death, as if unwilling to be approached by life.

This is the land of death, and the dead are not welcome.

Wu Chen raised his eyes and looked, he was mentally prepared, and asked himself that no matter what picture he saw, he could do it without changing his color when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.

But after his eyes swept over, he still trembled involuntarily, his heart couldn't control the accelerated beating, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

The tombstones of the martyrs have long since disappeared.

In front of Wu Chen's eyes, a huge creature stood with its head held high, its claws drowned in countless bones and blood water, its head sank into the clouds and the white teeth were faintly visible, its wings spread out to both sides to cover the sky, its momentum and majesty seemed to condense into essence and turn into ripples to sweep in all directions.

But the picture is frozen, this huge creature is frozen in the last moment of life, still showing the splendor and history it once had to all beings in the world.

Wu Chen took a deep breath, calmed his mood as much as possible, and looked down.

Resentment mixed with coercion rolled in the air, blood turned into a fishy wind and swirled around, a piece of blood red completely covered the entire cemetery, and the mountains of corpses and bones roared towards Wu Chen.

In the center of the sea of corpses and blood, there stood a huge stone monument several meters high.

At the top of the stele, three big characters are spread on it, as if the clouds and water are completed in one go: Silent Moon Mausoleum!

Looking down further, hidden under the dried blood, the four sentences and twenty-eight characters were arranged in an orderly manner, exuding a sense of resentment and unwillingness......

"However, the bridge is covered with real ice, and the fairy road is singing. ”

"The tombstone stands and sings, and I forget the city of worries in the mountains. ”