Time is like water, never looking back, the day of opening the door the next day, has arrived.

Wei Jiu looked at the dozen or so Shura Grass in his hand, and shook his head helplessly, this speed is still a little slow. But now that the passage is wide open, he can't delay any longer, but he is afraid that the remaining Shura grass will not have a chance to get it.

After defeating the Book of Black Magic, he used one day of the world to capture ten Shura grasses.

And on the second day, or to be more specific, in a day and a half, he only got eight Shura grasses. Although there was no danger, it could be seen that the number of Shura grass remaining in the third plate was actually limited, and the distribution was relatively widespread, so it was not easy to grab more.

Eighteen Shura Grass is already a remarkable achievement, and throughout the ages, no Shura has been able to boast such efficiency.

Ten Shura grasses can be condensed and absorbed, and the power of their Shura can be enhanced.

The remaining eight, if they are placed on other Shura, it is estimated that they will not be of much use, after all, there are not enough ten pieces, and the effect of absorption is minimal. But for Wei Jiu, it was different, with the Void Heaven God Ding in his hands, he could easily sacrifice these Shura grasses to enhance his strength.

Using the Divine Ding Sacrifice to refine ten pieces, the effect is actually similar to collecting ten pieces of condensation, so there is no need for him to continue to consume, and it is the key to go to the next layer as soon as possible.

The door of the passage in front of him opened, and Wei Jiu walked directly swaggering, he could feel that there were still a lot of Shura hidden around. However, he was not ready to continue to do it, after all, the time for the passage to open was limited, and if he was dragged up, it would be worth the loss to miss the time to enter.

As for those Shura, although they knew that Wei Jiu had ten Shura grasses on his body, they couldn't do anything.

No, to be more precise, I don't dare to do anything. How did those ten Shura grasses come from? They were definitely watered with blood. There is no doubt that there are definitely a lot of lives that die in the hands of Wei Jiu, although they covet Shura grass, but they don't have the courage to gamble with their own lives.

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This is like a kind of latent rule, only if both sides have the will to fight, will they intervene in the fight. Of course, the area of the fight is not just near the entrance, through the feeling of these three hours, Wei Jiu feels the rules more clearly.

When the entrance is wide open, only the Shura with the largest number of kills can enter, there is no doubt about this. But in addition to this, there is also an underlying rule that the person entering must be near the entrance.

The entrance is often only open for three minutes, and if you can't enter it within three minutes, no matter how many kills you make, your results will be invalid. Therefore, in addition to killing the number of people, the Shura also need to do one thing, which is to keep moving forward and try to squeeze into the area near the entrance.

In fact, these two rules corroborate each other.

If you want to move forward, you will inevitably encounter stumbling blocks, and if you want to get past them, you will naturally need to kill them. The opposite is also true, the further you go, the more chaotic the scene becomes, and the results that can be achieved will inevitably be better.

As for Wei Jiu, the place where he was standing at this time was next to the passage into the fiery mountains, which could be regarded as the most marginal place in this section.

The number of Shura in this vicinity is not very large, even if one or two occasionally appear, they only glanced at Wei Jiu in surprise, and then rushed towards the battlefield. Their thinking is simple, in order not to be abandoned by this world, they must rely on killing and climb higher.

As for abandonment, Wei Jiu had also heard that it was a major rule in this Shura world.

There are no less than 100 Colosseums like the Blazing Mountains, and when the Shura reaches a certain age, they will be sent to these Colosseums.

This first entrance, which is in the outermost section, often gathers the largest number of Shura. Once you step into the Colosseum, there is no way back, and if you don't get into the inner layer today, you will have to fight again tomorrow until you meet the conditions and move on to the next floor.

And this outermost section, the death rate is very high, and in addition to the normal killing deaths, it will also be regularly purged.

According to the texts of the Chaos Realm, it is generally limited to ten days. If you don't go to the next layer for more than ten days, you will be destroyed by the laws here.

This rule was still made by the Sage Qingdao, and for him, the Shura Realm was not just a place where he selected soldiers. As for how many people died and how much they suffered, he didn't care, or rather, these Shura themselves were like animals, not equal beings.

Although the cruel rules make people angry, the effect is undoubted.

The overall strength of the Shura Realm is far superior to that of the Spirit Realm, especially the number of strong people, which occupies a great advantage. And most of the powerhouses in the current Shura world are coming out of the Colosseum, and the Shura who got up from the pile of dead people is the real bloodthirsty and ruthless.

A few more bodies fell, his pupils filled with despair and helplessness, but he still died quietly.

At that time, the three hours finally arrived, and the entrance door opened instantly, and this layer of mysterious brilliance was permeated on it. Wei Jiu could feel that those Guanghua belonged to a simple rule force, which was very powerful, and it was to prevent others from taking advantage of the entrance to open the door.

At the same moment, a gray light appeared above Shura's head on the edge of the entrance, and it instantly condensed into clear handwriting.

“37”

A simple number made Wei Jiu gasp, this must be the number he killed, and he killed thirty-seven Shura in three hours.

At first glance, this number doesn't sound like much, but don't forget, this is only what he killed alone, and in general, there are definitely hundreds of Shura who died. And there are four such time periods every day, and there are no less than 100 Colosseums like this, so that nearly 100,000 Shura are killed in the periphery every day.

Although he heard that the Shura clan relied on strength to reproduce and the speed was very fast, hearing this death rate still shocked Wei Jiu in his heart.

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The matter is not over, the stone gate has been open for an hour, although this Shura is next to the entrance, but after all, there is still some distance. And around him, there were quite a few Shura's gatherings, and they all looked at him with a look of envy and jealousy.

Finally, two of the Shura couldn't help it, flipped their palms, and attacked him directly.

Although Shura, who had the number above his head, was shocked in his heart, the battle intent in the corners of his eyes did not dissipate, and it can be said that he had already killed his red eyes. In addition, he is about to enter the inner layer, how can he not be excited in his heart? The whole person seems to be a little inflated.

Of course, his expansion is qualified, and he can kill thirty-seven Shura, and his strength is beyond doubt.

In the face of the sudden attack, he didn't panic, and as soon as he raised his palm, he raised the scimitar directly.

If you look closely, you will find that this scimitar, which was originally very sharp, is not only blunt at this time, but even the blade is slightly bent. The reason is very simple, he fought for three hours in one go, and no matter how sharp the weapon was, it couldn't withstand the wear and tear of such a collision.

What's more, his background is not superior, and the capital he enjoys is limited, so it is impossible to get any divine weapons.

However, it doesn't matter if the knife is blunt or not, at least his fighting spirit will not be reduced by a cent. After all, he is about to enter the next layer, although he also knows that the road ahead is more difficult, but this is his only chance to soar after all, how can he not be excited?

With a strong shock, the blunt scimitar broke directly, forming two sharp blades.

With his palms jerking up, he struck at a speed that no one else could see, and the two blades sped out like darts. The scimitar can no longer fight, but if you change it slightly, it is a terrifying weapon that kills people invisibly.

Poof!

With two soft sounds, the pupils of the two attacking Shura dilated suddenly, and the palms of their hands tightly grasped their necks.

But did it work? The answer was no, two blades slashed through him, cutting his throat directly. Blood gushed out from the wounds, and their breath of life quickly dissipated, until the moment they completely collapsed, they didn't even let out a muffled snort.

"Who else? who is not afraid of death, just come and try!" Shura, who had the number above his head, shouted loudly and said coldly.

I saw that his palm flipped over, and several blades appeared between his fingers, as if they were about to come out at any moment. This is a means of killing, and it is also one of the several hole cards he hides, and now that the situation is critical, it is most suitable to deter the Shura.

Shura next to him shuddered, although they were powerful, they were not sure that they would be able to block such a deadly attack.

Shura, who had the number on his head, was happy in his heart, all he wanted was this effect, as long as he could suppress them, it was enough. A minute had passed, and no one dared to stop him any longer, and now as soon as he entered the entrance, all the suffering he had endured in the past would be rewarded.

But will things really go so well? The answer is no, at least at the time, he still underestimated the cruelty of the Colosseum.

I saw that in the crowd, a Shura suddenly poked out his head, and said with some anger, "There are only a few blades in his hand, what are so many of us afraid of?" Don't forget, everyone's goal is the dead soldiers in the Shura realm, for their own ideals, they are not willing to bear such a little danger, and what kind of dead soldiers can they be!"

His words sounded very reasonable, and in an instant, the momentum of soaring into the sky spread among this group of Shura.

They were really preached, at least for this moment. Watching the Shura with the number above his head gradually approaching the entrance, they were not idle, and slowly approached the past, and in the blink of an eye, a few of them had already rushed up.

Shura is like this, cruel, murderous, and simple-minded.

After a bunch of great truths, they just want to be able to kill this victorious Shura, and after a bunch of great truths, they just want to be able to kill this victorious Shura, and it doesn't matter.