Rumble!

There was a heavy muffled sound, and the fiery ground in front of everyone shook for a while, and hideous cracks spread out from the ground, like a lurking giant beast opening its mouth.

The ground cracked a huge opening, and a black-brown square altar slowly rose, revealing blood-colored heads the size of a carriage on the four corners, and blood seemed to be dripping from the hideous mouth, and the scarlet eyes flashed with crazy killing intent, as if they were unwilling to be cut off.

This altar is full of ancient atmosphere, the brown on it seems to be dyed with blood, countless statues of gods and demons in the primeval period have been carved on it, a red light shrouds the entire altar, Ying Yi felt a strong bloody aura from above.

This is a shield condensed with powerful blood qi, countless blood and qi like sand grains are as brilliant as the bright sun, and now the blood and qi power that Yingyi is proud of is like a pile of coarse sand and fine iron in front of this light shield.

Until the whole altar was fully revealed, everyone felt a magnificent aura emanating from above, and the whole altar was fifteen zhang high and sixty-three zhang wide, like a steel beast lying on the ground.

"Worship Jiangtai!"

I don't know when, the photo of Shen Gong was already suspended on the altar, and his voice was full of remembrance, as if he remembered something.

"At the beginning, the gathering of troops and generals in the DPRK and China was carried out on this altar, and countless sergeants and generals gathered here just to compete for the position of general to sweep away the demons. ”

The soldiers were in a trance, as if they had seen countless generals and soldiers taking the lead on this altar, and the blood that flowed out dyed this altar into the same color as blood, just to select the real elite of the army to defend the country.

"Only eighty-one of you will survive!"

Shen Gong's words were extremely cold, and in the face of the people below who were almost three times this number, he coldly gave the number "eighty-one".

"Why!"

A young cultivator couldn't help but speak up, he didn't understand why there were such cruel rules, who could get this far was not the best among his peers, and now in the eyes of others, it was just a bunch of numbers, which no one would be willing to.

Although only this young cultivator had a question, this was what everyone here wanted to ask, after all, the numbers in Shen Gong's mouth were their own lives in their eyes.

"Emperor, Ninety-Nine Supreme, the inheritance of my great business powerhouse is not something that anyone can take if they want to, "Eighty-one" and even the number of honors, this is a fixed number, and it is also a fate, your fate. ”

"No one can change this fixed number, and no one can violate the rules of worshipping Jiangtai, which was set at the beginning of the establishment of Baijiangtai. ”

"Naturally, if you want to quit now, I can send you out of Chao Ge Ling, but at the same time, I have given up everything here, you can make a choice now, point to Tai Qi, Chao Ge Ling Feng, at that time it is impossible for anyone to leave Dianjiang Tai, until the number of supreme beings is divided. ”

Everyone's faces changed slightly, and Shen Gong gave another choice, but it was equivalent to not saying that after truly seeing the inheritance of those strong men of the Great Shang Dynasty, no one could easily abandon it, even if they knew that it was a poisonous fruit, they had to swallow this fruit.

Looking at the photo of Shen Gong who seemed to be doing nothing in front of him, more than one person felt his cold-blooded ruthlessness, even in the court or in the sect, there would not be a big man who would let such a cultivator die at one time, because no one knew if there would be a grandmaster of the Seven Realms or a saint of the Eight Realms among these people.

The cultivators of the Seven Realms are enough to be the masters of a sect, so they are given the title of grandmasters, and the cultivators above the Seven Realms cannot be seen at all, they are already the sages of the cultivation field, and they are not weaker than the ancient saints.

The scene became very silent, no one wanted to leave, knowing that this place was about to become a huge meat grinder, but everyone used silence to express their hearts, because there will always be so many places, maybe the one who will survive in the end will be themselves.

In the face of the real inheritance, no one can still control their own heart, a person may be a little lucky if he thinks like this, but everyone is lucky, but they don't know who this luck will fall to.

The cultivators of the Seven Dynasties, who had already been wary of each other, became more vigilant at this time, and even looked at each other with a little cold light in their eyes, since someone was destined to be buried here for a long time, it was better to die others than to die themselves.

"What are the rules of this life and death worship?"

Ying Yu asked indifferently, although there are destined to be a large number of people who are destined to die, but there will inevitably be him among the living, in terms of strength, he is a cultivator of the True Meditation Realm, and there are only a few people in the field who can say that he can be crushed to death steadily, in terms of identity, he is the seventh prince of the Great Qin Dynasty, no matter what, these Qin Dynasty cultivators will protect him to the end, not to mention that he also has an absolute hole card.

"Rules just don't have rules!"

Everyone was stunned for a while, since there are only ninety-nine people who can survive, there must be some kind of cruel elimination method, and now Shen Gong took a photo and said that there are no rules, so how do they decide who lives and who dies.

"If you want to get the true inheritance of our dynasty, in addition to the qualifications and talents you have, you must also have enough luck, what is luck, life is luck, no matter what way you use, as long as you can survive in the end, you will get the real inheritance, and there will be countless possibilities in the future. ”

Shen Gong's voice was full of temptation, it turned out that this final test was so simple, just living, but in today's scene, being alive has become the most difficult thing.

"Greetings, Kai!"

With a wave of Shen Gong's hand, everyone fell into the worship platform, and everything became extremely illusory, leaving only the blood-like sky and the demonic earth under their feet.

Countless ferocious murderous aura spread out from the void, and the moment he fell into Baijiangtai, Ying Yi only felt his blood boiling, as if he was really fighting on the battlefield and had no return, the horse leather shroud, this is the will of Baijiangtai, which is the will and belief of those generals who have been in Baijiangtai's bloody nirvana.

This is a world like blood, this is the real battlefield, countless military souls and flesh and blood cast into the general's platform, the blood of the firmament, the gold essence of the earth, the battle of yin and yang, the crying blood Xuanhuang, here is the general's home, the soldier's cemetery.

"Eighty-one places, how to get them!"

Yan Jian asked heavily, now the Yan Dynasty has the smallest number of cultivators in the Seven Dynasties, but there are also twenty-seven cultivators, who have already accounted for a quarter of this number, and eighty-one places means that there will be at least nearly two hundred corpses here, even if he is the seventh prince of the Yan Dynasty, he does not dare to put forward his opinions easily.

As soon as Yan Yu's words came out, everyone was silent, no one dared to speak easily, and the first person to speak was destined to bear the final consequences.

The scene became extremely solemn, and the oppressive feeling made everyone dare not breathe loudly, and at this time, those cultivators with low cultivation levels were even more uneasy, they didn't expect the final rule to be like this, and they also understood that this was not what they thought before, and I don't know how many people were secretly regretting that they didn't leave just now.

After a few hours passed, Ying Yu raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "We can't continue to delay, it's time to decide on a method, Bai Jiangtai will not let us stalemate like this." ”

When everyone heard this, their faces changed, and the blood-colored light mask, which was originally invisible, was already faintly visible at this time, as if it was closing towards them, closing down at such a speed, although they didn't know what the outcome would be when this blood-colored light mask fell, but their intuition told them that nothing good would happen.

"What should I do, is it possible to start fighting like this, until in the end there are only eighty-one people left, but I am afraid that in the end you will not be able to stop killing. ”

Wei Wuyi said coldly, as long as you start to do it, in the end, I am afraid that no one will be able to stop, maybe only those who have really experienced the battlefield can maintain their true intentions in such bloodshed.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, what should I do!"

The speaker was dressed in a red python robe, it was Ji Donglai, the thirteenth prince of the Han Dynasty, his expression was inevitably a little anxious, and he felt the eyes behind him like a thorn in his back, he knew what these people were thinking in their hearts, nothing more than the fear of being abandoned.

"It is better to determine life and death by cultivation, starting with the lowest cultivation and killing until the last person. ”

This person's voice is extremely cold, and what he said is also extremely terrifying, the life and death of these people are like ants in his eyes, they can be easily pinched to death, his name is Zhao Wuming, the second prince of the Zhao Dynasty, a powerful cultivator of the True Meditation Realm.

"Zhao Wuming, you really dare to say it, not to mention that you can know whose cultivation is high and whose cultivation is low, you must know that the realm under the four realms is not everything. ”

Ji Donglai smiled coldly, and said to the opening, the comprehensive strength of this place is the weakest among the cultivators of the Han Dynasty, if he comes to the Han Dynasty according to Zhao Wuming's words, he is afraid that there will be only a few people left in the end, which is also the reason why he immediately objected.

Since this altar is called the worship platform, then the competition will be in the ring, the survival of the fittest will survive, and the loser will continue until all the weak are eliminated. ”

Zhao Wuming was cold and ruthless, his face was as cold as ice, and he didn't care at all that some people looked at his gloomy face, maybe he didn't have to care.

Although Zhao Wuming spoke ruthlessly, no one refuted it at this time, as if he wanted to use this silent way to approve his statement, after all, the natural law of the jungle is applicable everywhere.

"Still can't do it!" at this time, it was Ying Yi who spoke.

Well?

Several people placed their eyes on Ying Yi, and when they saw that it was him who spoke, their brows furrowed slightly, after all, many people remembered this face that did not know the truth or falsehood of the strange feats of "A Thousand People and a Thousand Faces" before.

"You said no, what is the reason?" Zhao Wuming said coldly, showing dissatisfaction with this little person who dared to speak out to refute himself, as if Ying Yi couldn't say the reason and wanted him to become the first person to die on this worship platform.

Ying Yi smiled slightly, and didn't speak, but raised his fingers slightly and pointed towards everyone.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then understood the meaning of Wineasy.

During the time they were arguing, the layer of blood and qi light mask was closed down a lot, if it was closed at such a speed, I was afraid that the layer of blood and qi light mask would have fallen before the battle for their lives in the ring was over.

Yan Yi thought for a moment and said to Yingyi: "Scholar, since you have a better idea, just say it, don't make everyone wait for a long time." ”

Ying Yi was slightly stunned, Yan Yi turned his back to him, but he didn't react in time when he opened his mouth at this time, and suddenly remembered the identity of the "thousand-faced scholar" he had made up, and he knew that he was going to start changing his inherent thinking from now on.

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