Bian Qing is not an ordinary god king realm, the teleportation channel constructed by this rudimentary magic circle can be easily solved by him, but he doesn't, there are many mysteries in his heart that need to be solved, and some guesses also need to reach the destination of teleportation to be confirmed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The time of teleportation was not short, and while the other test takers were still dizzy, Bian Qing had quietly found a place, sat down cross-legged, and began to check where he was.

In the process of teleportation, Bian Qing had accurately judged that the teleportation circle was not sending everyone to a certain place in the Artifact City, but sending everyone deep underground, to what extent, so deep that it almost reached the center of the Divine Energy Realm.

"Bang Bang-"

With a series of crisp whips, several disciples wearing the costumes of the Artifact Alliance, wielding blood-red whips several zhang long, slammed the test takers who were still dazed.

"Hey, hey, don't pretend to be dead anymore, hurry up for Lao Tzu!"

These whips are crudely made, but they are indeed god-level artifacts, and the whips seem to have undergone special treatments, and the whip is full of barbed spikes, and the spikes are also fed with drugs that prevent wounds from healing and stimulate the spirit.

The screamers of the test takers who were scratched began to wake up. When everyone opened their eyes, they found that they were already in a terrifying world, there was no forging room here at all, and there was no forging god master, this was the purgatory of the god realm!

"We are disciples of the Artifact Alliance, what are you doing here?!"

Several sixth-level disciples of the God King Realm who volunteered to participate in the exam easily dodged the whipping, and they fought against several disciples of the Divine Weapon Alliance, who were also disciples of the Divine Weapon Alliance, why could these disciples whose cultivation was lower than their own treat themselves like this.

"Three-four-seven-eight, six-two-one-three, you are also considered disciples of the Artifact Alliance, hahaha, don't dream!hahaha-"

The few disciples with whips in their hands laughed wildly unscrupulously, as if they were listening to the most ridiculous thing.

"You are pigs, you are dogs, you are lowly slaves. From today onwards, you only have numbers, no names. If the grandfathers who serve you are happy, they can let you live a few more days, otherwise, look around, those people are your examples!"

A disciple of the Artifact Alliance, whose face was pale and cultivated to the sixth level of the God King Realm, pointed to the surroundings of this underground space, and under the light of the miserable white fluorite, the huge rock wall of the underground space was covered with bloody human skins, as well as a hideous corpse with incomplete limbs. No, these are not corpses, as the miserable white disciple whips them, those hideous corpses will even let out a scream, except for the screams, they don't even have the strength to move their bodies.

"Wow wow-"

Many female disciples who were deceived vomited directly, as if they had even vomited bile, and in the end, they were only retching and sobbing.

"Hey, hey, little beauty, you don't have to work, just serve grandpa, hahaha-"

When the miserable white disciples saw that there were female disciples, their eyes suddenly flashed with evil light, and the whip was rolled, and those female disciples had been pulled into his arms, and a pair of dry palms like chicken paws had been stretched into their arms recklessly, and they kneaded wildly, and they didn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade at all.

"We're not right, we're quitting!"

These female disciples are mediocre in their cultivation, in the sixth-level powerhouse of the God King Realm, there is no room for resistance at all, the number is "three, four, seven, eight, six, two, one three" and several other sixth-level disciples of the God King Realm, and there is even a seventh-level disciple of the God King Realm, but they are not willing to be deceived and let others slaughter them, they draw out their blades and rush towards the miserable white disciple frantically, this guy is the highest cultivation among the disciples of the Divine Weapon Alliance present, as long as he kills him, he can be forced to ask where the left magic circle is, and everyone can naturally take the opportunity to escape.

"Look for death!"

These three or four test takers did not rush in front of the miserable white disciples at all, and with a cold and piercing sound, those few rebels were actually restrained in mid-air by a blood whip that flew out at some point, and they couldn't move at all, and a man in a bloody robe, with his hair scattered, like a ghost, floated out and stood on a platform as white as jade at the front of this underground space.

"You don't want numbers, you don't want to obey us, do you?!good, good-"

The blood-clothed man's eyes were redder than his clothes, and the red was so dazzling that no one dared to look at him. Every time he said that it was good, the bound few people were about to kill pigs and screamed for a while, no one saw how the blood-clothed man made a move, the skin of these rebels was peeled off from the body little by little, and the peeled off skin was torn apart one by one, with black and red blood, a string of blood water was lowered from the air, and the blood was sprinkled on the body of the test taker below, and no one dared to move, except for the screams of these people in the underground space, there was no sound anymore, and even the sound of breathing almost disappeared, and the atmosphere was miserableIt's weird.

The miserable white disciple was triumphant, his hand had already reached into the lower bodies of several female disciples, and a few poor women were so frightened that they didn't even dare to cry, they were like a body with a lost soul, allowing the lightness and ravages of the miserable white disciple.

"Shen Tuzi, I'll leave it to you here, these women will be sent in for me!"

The blood-clothed man shook his hand, and several rebels were hung around the rock wall like the previous corpses, and he stared greedily at the dozens of female disciples, and slowly returned to the place where he had been hiding before. The white jade platform was sprinkled with the blood of the rebels, red and white, witnessing the bloodshed and cruelty just now.

"Senior brother, can't you leave one for us?!"

This miserable white disciple named Shen Tuzi seemed to have expected this result a long time ago, and he screamed miserably, his tone almost pleading.

"Shen Tuzi, you can stay if you want-"

The blood-clothed man's voice was even more gloomy and cold, and Shen Tuzi was so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything more, so he quickly reluctantly withdrew his hands, sucked his mucus-stained fingers greedily in his mouth, and motioned to the two young junior disciples beside him, and obediently sent this group of women to a dark hole behind the white jade platform.

"Hey, hey, hey—"

As the group of women entered, there was a creepy sneer from inside the cave, and the entrance of the cave slowly closed, and there was no more sound.

"This person is amazing!"

Bian Qing stood quietly aside, watching everything in the cave coldly, he knew that this underground space was not so simple, but he would never have imagined that there was a quasi-god master realm sitting here.

The cruel guy who was called Senior Brother by Shen Tuzi had already stepped into the threshold of the Divine Lord Realm with one foot, Bian Qing could crush all the Artifact Alliance disciples in the cave, but he couldn't deal with this Senior Brother, so he decided to be patient for the time being, and not to cause unnecessary trouble to himself first.