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Unconsciously, half a month has passed since the blood-colored trial, and there is still half a month left, and the secret realm will be closed, and all the monks of the trial will be teleported out of the secret realm, this is the rule of the secret realm, and no one can change it. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

On the Blood Universe Island, the monks of the various forces of the Martial Kingdom are all waiting for the arrival of this one-month period, after all, the people who enter the secret realm are basically genius disciples of their respective forces.

"Half a month has passed, and the bloody trial should have reached its most cruel moment. A monk Chong Ming sighed.

All the monks who have participated in the Scarlet Trial know that in the first half month, if they are not too unlucky, they will basically gain something if they encounter some Jedi or terrifying beasts.

It's just that there is a harvest and there is competition, after all, it is far faster to snatch other people's resources than to slowly search for them alone and take risks to grab treasures.

Because of this, the monks of the trial all want to get each other's resources, and when the monks in the secret realm meet, they are often life and death, with countless casualties, only the strong can have more resources, and only the strong can live, this is the true meaning of the bloody trial.

"Everyone, why don't we wait and take a gamble and see which of our three sects has more and rarer resources in the end?"

The one who spoke was an old man from the Heavenly Sword Sect, nicknamed the Old Man of the Three Swords.

"The old man bets with you, this is a furnace of dust Yuan Dan that the old man refined not long ago, and the old man will take this as a bet. Yi Yuan, the head of Dan Array Peak, smiled and took out a small porcelain bottle.

As soon as they heard that it was the Dust Yuan Dan, many Chong Ying monks all looked at it, even those late-stage monks were no exception.

The rarity of the Dust Yuan Dan, as a Chong Ying Cultivator, is naturally very clear, but this is a game between the three major sects, and others dare not interfere if they want to gamble.

"Hahaha, Yi Daoyou's shot is really magnificent, and the old man also took a thousand-year-old wooden core and gambled with Daoyou. Elder Three Swords said boldly.

Everyone was moved, and they all looked at the old man with the three swords, only to see that he was holding a one-foot-long black wooden branch in his hand, exuding a rich wood attribute spiritual power.

The monks who were watching on the side sighed, but they didn't notice that in the crowd, an old monk wearing a rag robe and a pair of peach blossom eyes was squinting at the dust yuan pill in Yi Yuan's hand and the thousand-year-old wooden core in the hands of the old man with three swords.

"Amitabha, since the two Taoist friends have bet, Lao Wei also used a fragment of an innate spiritual treasure to gamble with the two Taoist friends. The old monk clasped his hands together and slowly walked out of the crowd.

But as soon as he came out, all the monks near him hid away like ghosts, like plague gods.

The old monk was not annoyed, obviously he often encountered such things, and he had long been accustomed to it.

Seeing that it was the old monk who walked out, Yi Yuan and the old man of the three swords hurriedly retracted their hands and stared at him with a wary expression.

The old monk had no choice but to take out a palm-sized cyan fragment, which seemed to be gold and not gold, and there were many mysterious patterns engraved on it, and I didn't know what it was, but judging from the strange fluctuations it emitted, it was indeed a fragment of the innate spirit treasure, which surprised all the monks of the three sects.

The innate spirit treasure, that is a treasure that even a cultivator of the Sect Master Realm cannot have, even if it is a fragment, the value is very amazing, and the old monk actually took it out as a bet.

"It's okay for Master Jiuxiu to gamble, but the old man suggested that our bet be temporarily handed over to Zhao Daoyou, the sect leader of the Yunlan Sect, for safekeeping, I don't know what the two of you think?"

"The old man has no opinion. Yi Yuan agreed.

It's just that the old monk was a little reluctant, but the other party both agreed, so he could only nod and hand over the innate spirit treasure fragment in his hand.

Seeing that the bet fell into Zhao Yan's hands, the old man of the three swords and Yi Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, after all, the old monk was a scoundrel of Jiuxiu, and everyone in the martial arts country knew about it, and his character was never guaranteed.

I heard that the old monk Jiuxiu has a proud disciple named Jin Chanzi, who has completely inherited his mantle, as well as ...... Shameless scoundrel.

In the secret realm, the true meaning of the bloody trial has only begun now.

There were monks fighting all the time, and along with the brothers and sisters in the same family, the best companions in the usual life, they began to distrust each other.

After all, people's hearts are unpredictable, and if they don't get it right, they will die, no one wants to be a stepping stone for others, everyone wants to get more resources, so that after going out, their fate may be able to change.

The battle became more and more intense, almost all the monks who participated in the trial killed each other, in order to get more resources, or in order to survive, they had to kill, because if they didn't kill someone, they would be killed, this is the most basic and cruel survival rule of the blood trial.

No matter how chaotic the outside world was, the Huoying Dragon's lair was very calm.

The place where the volcanoes are located is very remote, and few monks will come here, after all, from a distance, as long as you are not a fool, you will know that this is definitely a place of great evil, and coming here is no different from looking for death.

In addition, this is the lair of the Fire Ying Dragon, and the spirit beasts within a radius of a hundred miles, whether they have opened the spirit or not, do not dare to approach here, because this place represents death.

It was this place where all humans felt that it was a big murderer, but after Qin Ming swaggered and looted the dragon's lair, he opened up a temporary cave not far from the dragon's lair, and he cultivated unscrupulously.

Let's ask if he has scavenged Huo Yinglong's lair, does he Qin Ming still need to risk his life in the secret territory and run for that little "small profit"?

The most dangerous place is the safest place, and he deliberately opened a cave near the dragon's lair, just to prevent other monks or spirit beasts from disturbing his cultivation.

After searching the dragon's lair, Qin Ming decided to cultivate the soul splitting secret technique and cultivate the second soul soul.

After all, not only did he have a life-and-death enmity with the Heavenly Soul Demon Lord, but he also deceived the Ancient Demon King and obtained many treasures from the other party, and he even ransacked Huo Yinglong's lair, any of which could make him die thousands of times.

For the sake of insurance, Qin Ming decided to split the soul, after all, having an extra soul after splitting the soul is equivalent to an extra life, even if his main soul is destroyed, as long as the soul is fine, he can still cultivate.

After placing many formation prohibitions at the entrance of the cave and hiding the mechanism, Qin Ming spent a whole day raising his spirit to the peak state.

Before that, he also took out the things he had scavenged from Huo Yinglong, and sitting under him was the straw mat woven by the thousand-year-old soul nourishing grass, and the incense burner on the side was the Yilong incense that restrained the demons in his heart.

There were several jade bottles placed in front of him, and the contents inside were all the best spiritual liquid to restore spiritual power.

Qin Ming took off his shirt and sat cross-legged naked, and after his divine sense was restrained, his hands began to pinch the spiritual technique, and he silently recited strange syllables in his mouth, and black runes flew out from between his hands, as if they were attached to his skin one by one according to some rules.

As the spirit pattern flew out, there were more and more runes attached to Qin Ming's body, and under the careful count, there were one hundred and eight runes!

Suddenly, Qin Ming suddenly opened his eyes and let out a loud shout.

"Transform!"

Bang bang bang!

He raised his hand and struck his chest three times in succession, and when a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, the one hundred and eight runes attached to his skin were all filled with spiritual light, like melted remnant snow, merging into his flesh and blood.

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