After nine beats of Olinna's drums, the subsequent trials never made too many waves.

All the trialists who sounded the drum of trials came to an ancient gray-white ring.

Gregory stood in the center of the ring.

"All trials with more than six drum beats can directly enter the Holy Blood Altar to sacrifice without accepting the challenge, and the trialists with less than seven drums need to challenge others here and accept the challenges of others, until the last twenty victors are left to be eligible to enter the Holy Blood Altar to sacrifice, and for each challenge, each side will have at least one golden scale as the winner's reward. ”

"The rest of the rules are the same as in previous years, life and death in the ring!"

The sacrifice of the Holy Blood Altar could not be exchanged for gold scales with silver scales, but could also be exchanged for totems with one gold scale, which was one of the reasons why they actively participated in the bloody trial.

Ron sneered in his heart, he only beat the drum five times, in order to pit the bloody Grand Duke in this ring.

The terrifying strength shown by the nine beats of Olinna's drums made the bloody Grand Duke jealous, and if he wanted to avoid Olina or even kill her, there was only one way, that is, to kill Ron, as long as Ron died, Olina as Ron's soul slave would inevitably be annihilated and die.

This challenge is the best chance, Ron only has five drums and must go through the baptism of challenge, this is the opportunity that Ron gave the Blood Grand Duke to kill Olinna.

Although the Blood Grand Duke will not end up in person, he will definitely let his minions come to the ring to frantically block and even kill Ron.

The sacrifice of the Holy Blood Altar can be exchanged for a totem with gold scales, and at least ten gold scales are needed to exchange for a pair of second-order totems, and there are not many gold scales in Ron's hand, if it weren't for Marais when he saved Olinna, he devoured a five-scale god general and hunted thirty-one god gold scales, Ron would not even be qualified to sacrifice once.

Being able to harvest more of the Golden Scales of God while shedding the wings of the Blood Grand Duke is the challenge that Ron is waiting for.

More than 300 people passed the trial of the Heaven-Shaking Drum, and most of them were eliminated, and this challenge was doomed to release blood and barbarism.

Soon, two trials that claimed to be not weak came to the stage, opening the prelude to the elimination trial.

Ron didn't immediately enter the ring, although he only had a golden stripe on his eyebrows, but the five beats of the drum had already proved his strength, and it was not bad for the rest of the group.

Ron didn't think there would be too many blind guys to challenge him, so he silently waited for the challenge of others.

"Are you the oracle of the Bloodfang Tribe?" a deep voice suddenly sounded beside Ron.

Ron frowned, but saw the man with five gold stripes on his brow leaning over.

"Who are you?"

The man seemed a little displeased with Ron's rhetorical question, but he still replied, "I'm Xavier of the Dreadful Alliance!"

Ron got an unexpected answer.

Xavier was accustomed to this kind of doubt, and he explained: "The gods of the ten tribes will often join forces to crowd out other trials in the midst of bloody trials, so the gods of Zachary will unite us to form the Dread Alliance to fight against those big tribes together, and I hope you will join us in the Dread Alliance." ”

Everyone only has one chance to participate in the bloody trial once in their life, and the reward of the divine grace at the end of the trial is too tempting, so those big tribes will always squeeze out or even kill those outsiders in the trial, and Xavier can think of uniting these people to resist the exclusion of those big tribes is also a bit scheming.

However, Ron didn't have much interest in them, in front of the tribe with strong cohesion, this kind of improvised patchwork organization would not have any results except for being reduced to a tool for a few people, whether it was the last divine grace that was rare, it was this talk about twenty places to enter the bloody trial, and it was doomed that this union would not have a good result.

Who would be willing to give up their own opportunities for the sake of strangers they didn't know, and who would want to go into the ring for the sake of someone else's chance, so the Dreadful Alliance was unattractive to Ron.

"Our Lord Zachary of the Dreadful Alliance is already a Nine-Scale Divine Envoy, and his strength is strong enough to compete with the leaders of those great tribes, and if we can be taken care of by him in the bloody trials, we have a better chance of surviving and receiving divine grace. ”

"How many of you are there?"

"We have more than a hundred people. Xavier seemed very informative, a hundred people is indeed a huge number, not to mention the quality, at least the fear of Lianmen has crushed those big tribes in terms of numbers.

Ron continued, "How many places can you get for the Bloody Trial?"

"We're going to get at least sixteen. ”

Ron shook his head in his heart, if it was still possible that the total number of people exceeded a hundred before, it would be too much to guarantee the quota of sixteen bloody trials, and in his opinion, the people of the big tribes would take up at least half of the twenty places.

Seeing Ron asking questions and missing without nodding, Xavier was a little displeased.

"We are strong enough to control this ring, and if you want to enter the Bloody Trials, you have to choose to join us. ”

Ron didn't seem to notice his displeasure, and then asked, "But in the end, there are only twenty places, and I can guarantee one if I join you?"

"Of course not. Xavier said, "We're going to run a bid within the Dreadful Alliance, and we're going to keep the highest bidder in the Bloody Trial." ”

Ron finally knew the rules of this fear alliance, but some people wanted to take the opportunity to restrain a wave of golden scales, and those who joined it, those who were willing to pay the golden scales could naturally get their help, and those who were not willing to pay the golden scales would naturally have to contribute to eliminate competitors for them.

The organizer of the Dreadful Alliance didn't even need to contribute, he could sit back and wait for someone else to contribute to him to earn the Golden Scales and end up in his pocket.

"I'm just a scale god, and I don't have extra gold scales to bid on. Ron politely declined.

"That's okay, even if you don't get a place in the Bloody Trials and join the Dreaded Alliance, at least you can ensure that the other Dreaded Alliance's people won't kill you when they meet you in the ring. ”

Xavier's last sentence already has a threatening connotation in it, joining the Dreadful Alliance will not kill you, and if you don't join, you will naturally kill you.

But for Ron, the threat was too unconvincing.

"I don't have any interest in joining the Dread League, you go. ”

"You've figured it out. Xavier said suspiciously, "You are just a mere one-scale oracle, I am willing to invite you to join the Dreaded Alliance, that is to give you a chance to live, refuse us now, and we will let you die in the ring later." ”

To Xavier's threat, Ron replied with only one word.

"Get out!"

Xavier left with a pale face, no matter how angry he was, he didn't dare to do anything under the ring.

The battle in the ring quickly decided the winner of the first round.

No one paid attention to the loser, and the winner walked out of the ring at the same time, not only winning a golden scale, but also getting a chance to refuse to be challenged.

If it weren't for the strength of the battle, no one would want to challenge continuously.

The second trialist came to the stage, just a three-scaled divine envoy, the blood in his eyes lingering, and Ron knew that this person must be the one controlled by the bloody Grand Duke.

Sure enough, he quickly took aim at Ron.

"Bloodtooth God General Ron, come up and fight!"

Many people looked at Ron with playful eyes, they all wanted to see what a drumming god was capable of, and those people of the Dreaded Alliance looked at Ron with pity, they already knew that Ron had rejected the invitation of the Dreaded Alliance, and even received an order to kill him in the ring to deter others, but they didn't expect that before they could make a move, someone would take action for them first.

After Ron stepped into the ring, with a flick of his fingers, five golden scales of the gods flew up in the air and floated above the ring.

"If you want to challenge me, one golden scale is not enough, take five out. ”

This is the right of the challenged, the challenger can pick the opponent, and the challenged person can at least choose how much to bet.

Five golden scales flew up from the other party's body at the same time, hanging in the void, looking at these ten golden scales, the rest of the people were a little hot, the ten golden scales could already be sacrificed at the Holy Blood Altar.

"Elemental Lord: Ice Armor!"

Ron let out a low sigh, and the power of the ice condensed into a blue ice armor attached to his body.

The vitality of the three-scale god general burned wildly, and his body was suddenly filled with dark black blood, which was a vision of the intertwining of distorted power and bloody power, and the blood archduke was obviously unwilling to leave Ron any chance, so this three-scale god who was controlled by him as a blood prisoner made a move that burned jade and stone, and did not hesitate to fight.

Seeing that the aura of the Three-Scale Divine General quickly broke through the limit of what he could control, a strange color flashed in Ron's eyes, and he had already discovered that the other party wanted to exchange a life for a fatal blow.

Ron originally planned to pretend to have a close battle with this three-scaled god in the future, and finally won by luck, so that he might be able to attract a few more blood prisoners, but now it seems that the blood archduke's jealousy of Olina has obviously reached the extreme, and he wants to kill him at all costs.

The three-scaled god general, whose vitality burned to the extreme, turned into a roaring blood shadow and rushed towards Ron frantically.

There was a dark black distorted shadow flowing in the blood shadow, like a demon crying, and the onlookers frowned.

Because this power was too powerful, the terrifying explosive power hidden in the blood shadow had far exceeded the limit of what the Three-Scale God General could explode.

This power also gave them a sense of extreme evil, which was even more evil than that of the Blood Beast.

A three-scale god general who has burst out with the power of distortion and the power of blood, the combat power that erupts after burning the vitality is very terrifying, so terrifying that Ron is not willing to fight him head-on, not because he can't, but in this kind of frontal hard shock, he will leak his strength too much.

And it's really not cost-effective to fight hard with such a first-order guy who is destined to die in the ring.

A dark red blood mist poured out from every pore of the Three-Scale God's body, turning into a twisted blood shadow that wrapped around his body, and as soon as the two approached, the Three-Scale God General had already burned his half-life.

With a wave of Ron's right hand, layers of frost shields appeared out of thin air, blocking between the two of them, but in this burning life force blow, no frost shield could escape the fate of shattering in an instant.

Ron's body turned into a shadow and dispersed, trying to dodge the crazy impact, but the shadows could not travel freely, and Ron realized that the twisting force had affected the space around him at some point, blocking the possibility of him dodging.

If others were affected by this distorting force, they would have no choice but to block the blow.

But in the jungle of vampire thorns, Ron had deeply felt this kind of predicament shrouded by distorted power and could not be avoided, so he had already had a way to crack it.

With a move of Ron's right hand, the Lord of Truth appeared in his hand at the same time, and a dazzling white light suddenly erupted from his body, the light was not very lethal, but it was so brilliant that people couldn't look at it directly in an instant.

The moment the light erupted, the three-scaled god general, who was shrouded in blood rainbow, subconsciously closed his eyes, even if he had only half a life left, his body should react as much as instinct when facing the sudden appearance of strong light.

Although the three-scaled god general closed his eyes, the blood-colored Changhong did not pause in the slightest, and after smashing the last ice shield, the blood-colored Changhong rushed into the light without stopping.

The blood-colored rainbow rushed into the light, but in the next second, he passed through the light again and rushed out of it.

When he opened his eyes again, the three-scale god with a twisted shadow of blood and mist would find that he was already on the edge of the ring in front of him, but there was no trace of Ron.

This life-burning blow was missed!

The Three-Scale God will be a little dazed, and at the moment when his life burns to the end, he knows that death has come, and this blow has brought him into the abyss of death.

Ron stood behind him with his back to the Lord of Truth in his hand, and Ron knew that the man behind him had run out of oil and could no longer pose any threat to it.

As long as you find the right way, this kind of opponent who has lost his mind and only knows that he is desperate is not difficult to solve.

The ice shields that were summoned were slightly inclined at angles, although they were not enough to block the opponent's attack, but they could make his experience deviate slightly from the direction, and finally use the opponent's subconscious reaction in the face of the sudden light, only a small sideways body was enough to dodge the surprise attack of the blood-colored Changhong, who was only crazy and irrational.

The blood-soaked prisoner fell, and the golden streaks on his eyebrows disappeared at the same time, turning into seven golden scales of the gods floating above his body.

With a casual move, Ron's seventeen golden scales turned into a golden streamer and fell into his hand.

In the eyes of others, this battle seems somewhat inexplicable, but the blood Grand Duke has a gloomy face, he has not been on the holy mountain for a long time, and because of the estimation of the existence of Hierro, there are not many blood prisoners under his control, and now he has not entered the bloody trial, he was killed by Ron with this small means, which made him hate Ron more and more.

As soon as Ron stepped out of the ring, a second blood prisoner with a twisted blood shadow in his eyes quickly stepped into the ring and challenged Ron by name again.

For the Grand Duke of Blood, as long as he kills Ron and kills Olina with Nine Drums, even if all those Blood Prisoners die.