The sky above the test school field was covered by a huge enchantment, and the five-colored Xuanguang in the middle formed a dome, which was enough to see a hundred zhang square. Surrounded by a circular platform, the entire school yard looks like a giant spinning top.

Tong Fei knew that under the cover of the dome in the middle was the battlefield of the competition. The outer Xuantai is divided into four sections: east, west, north and south. The high platform on the north side is the official disciples and judges of the Lingxu Sect, and the east and west sides are the waiting areas for the candidates and disciples, and there are entrances to enter the competition battlefield respectively. On the south side are the exits and the outer stands.

Although the grandstand was designed, in fact, there was a special formation inside the dome to isolate visitors from the outside world. Everyone can only see the entry and exit, and the situation inside the test room cannot be detected, which is more mysterious and solemn.

Tong Fei casually glanced at the judging table, there were about a dozen seats, and they were full. There are still quite a few standing on the left and right. It is estimated that they are all official disciples of the Lingxu Sect. Sitting in the middle should be the highest cultivation in the field, a middle-aged male cultivator and a female cultivator, and on the left and right sides are all Xuanyi Taoists, men and women, and their cultivation is not low.

Tong Fei just glanced at it, and immediately sensed that someone seemed to be inquiring about him, so in order to avoid complications, he immediately collected his mind. It is estimated that among these people is the Yuanying Monk, and it is estimated that they are the ones who visited him before.

But at this glance, Tong Feiyou found two acquaintances, they were among the Xuanyi Daoists, they were the sisters of the Fan family, and for some reason they also arrived here. How long did Tong Fei stay, caught in the middle of the waiting disciples, and slowly walked into the school field.

When I arrived at the south stand, I found that the people here were all pale like frost, sighing, and the air was filled with the smell of death, as if they had died of their father.

Tong Fei was wondering what was going on, when he heard someone whispering over there. Then I saw some Xuanyi disciples carrying stretchers covered with white curtains coming out of the gate of the competition.

Seeing this, some people immediately turned pale and sighed: "Look, there are dead people again." I don't know if I'll be able to get through!"

When the stretcher passed in front of him, Tong Fei felt that there was a person lying on the stretcher, but there was no breath at all, and it was estimated that he had lost his soul.

Tong Fei secretly thought, as Mu Jin'er said, someone fell at the first level.

It turns out that the reason why these candidates are so pale is that they are sad that the rabbit is dead and the fox is sad, and seeing others die will inevitably cause fear in their hearts.

Tong Fei didn't pay much attention to it at first, he had already heard that this death was probably a person with a weak mind, but it was a pity that he was a cultivator, but he died of fear. It's really sad and lamentable.

Looking around, Tong Fei noticed a familiar figure, it was Mo Zikai. It turns out that he was already here. Tong Fei was about to step forward to greet him, when he suddenly noticed that his face was pale, and his hands and feet seemed to be trembling a little, holding on to the railing, not daring to look at the dead man, and muttering to himself.

Tong Fei smiled lightly, walked up, and patted Mo Zikai on the shoulder from behind, but he didn't expect Mo Zikai to suddenly be startled, and said dreamily: "Don't, don't kill me!"

It wasn't until Tong Fei pushed him that he woke up.

"Brother Mo, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that it was Tong Fei, Mo Zikai calmed down, but his face was very bad

"It's you, Senpai. ”

Ever since he knew that Tong Fei was cultivating, Mo Zikai changed his name to his senior, and Tong Fei was not easy to correct him.

Tong Fei smiled: "How did you do it, like a bird with a bow." I thought you were scared, why are you nervous? ”

Mo Zikai sighed: "Senior, I think I'm still not comparable, I'm ready to quit." ”

"Exit?"

Tong Fei suddenly felt a little strange, he wasn't good before, why did he suddenly retreat, could it be that he was afraid?

Mo Zikai glanced at Tong Fei and said softly: "Senior, you don't know, let me tell you, more than 200 people have died since the morning. You said it was only more than 80 shows. It's not a competition, it's a slaughterhouse!"

"What, are there so many? there are dead people in every scene?" Tong Fei was shocked when he heard this.

"yes, I've been in for a while, there are three in total, and I've carried a dozen of them. ”

"How could it be?" Tong Fei frowned, feeling a little unusual in his heart. "How can so many people die?"

Tong Fei thought in his heart, it stands to reason that most of these players are top monks who have built foundations, and many of them have been walking in the wilderness for many years. No matter how you say it, it's battle-hardened. If you fight to the death, there is nothing to blame, but this is an illusory battle, not to mention that the soul is injured and will not die immediately, even if one or two people die without being mentally strong, it is normal, but after so many deaths, it is not normal! Could it be that so many people are not mentally strong? I am afraid this is somewhat unreasonable.

Tong Fei finally decided: "There must be a problem here!" So, Tong Fei secretly discussed with Feng Nao's heart. Because Tong Fei knew that Feng Nao was not a human race and had a special talent for divine souls, he would find something out of it.

"Feng Nao, do you feel anything?"

Feng Nao replied: "Master, I also feel abnormal, but I'm not sure, but this smell ...... So familiar!"

"Taste?" Tong Fei was shocked in his heart, and immediately asked what it tasted like.

Feng Nao said vaguely, "The enchantment here is very strong, and my senses have been disturbed. I hope I'm wrong, but I really smell spirits?"

"Spirit Demon, what is that?" Tong Fei didn't know anything about Spirit Demon at all, but from Feng Nao's tone, he could tell that this must be a big deal.

Sure enough, Feng Nao explained: "Master, the spirits and demons are what the mortal world says, they devour the souls of others to strengthen themselves......"

"What? You say it's Lu, is there really such a monster?" Tong Fei was even more shocked when he heard this.

Tong Fei still knows something about Lu, but this has always been a legend, and it is only recorded in ancient classics. No one has ever seen it in today's world. It is said that they are high-level corpse demons, but they have metamorphosed and cannot be regarded as corpse demons, but are classified as demons.

Ordinary corpse demons are the so-called zombies, they are the souls that do not disperse after death, accumulate into resentment, burrow in the bones, and become evil over time. Therefore, they generally do not dare to walk in the yang energy, and only hide in the grave and the yin place.

But Lu is different, they are not afraid of yang energy. Soul devouring creatures.

Some people say that Lu is a ghost who swallows the sun, and because they swallow the sun, they are not afraid of the scorching sun and yang energy.

Some people also say that the birth of Lu Zhi is a sign of the Great Dao Heavenly Tribulation, and when the heaven and earth are tribulated, there are often evil monsters in troubled times.

However, this is just a legend, and it is difficult for anyone to know for sure whether it really exists.

Now listening to Feng Nao's words, Tong Fei was surprised, there was really such a monster in this world? Could it be that the catastrophe of heaven and earth is coming?

However, Tong Fei couldn't believe anything: "How is this possible? This is the Lingxu Sect's Disciple Selection Conference, how can there be such evil things? Could it be that these dead monks are all related to monsters?"

"Master, I'm not sure that this realm has suppressed me very much, and many of my talents can't be used. Otherwise, I would have found out about his existence. ”

"Okay, I know!" Tong Fei calmed down, and suddenly had a plan in his heart, a trace of murderous aura flashed between his eyebrows, and he said secretly:

"Devil, no matter who you are, since I, Tong Fei, have met me, then I can't let you continue to harm people, good and evil have never been separated, this is the Lingxu Sect's major disciple selection, and you can't be allowed to run amok!"

At that moment, the bell rang in the stands.

The previous Jindan monk acted as the commander, came to the front of the stage and said loudly: "The eighty-ninth game is over, the winner is Zhao Shijie, the winner of the Hejian Scattered Cultivator!

After saying that, a young man in his early twenties suddenly rejoiced and shouted, "I passed!"

As soon as he shouted, everyone around him was attracted by him, and everyone's eyes showed envy.

And this Zhao Shijie is like a victorious general, his spirit is flying, and he jumped to the top of the Dongfang Xuantai, ready to accept the golden token given by the judge.

Subsequently, the Jindan monk shouted loudly: "The winners of the first five games are Zhao Shijie of Hejian, Liu Chengmin of Xichuan, Liuying of Dongqiong, Yin Quan of Zhongzhou, and Shangyuan Chong of Changbai, please go to the front desk to receive tokens." After speaking, the four figures flew to the Xuantai in the east one after another.

Three bells and drums rang, and the Jindan monk shouted again: "Congratulations to the five of you for passing the ten-person formation and obtaining the qualification of the five-person formation, I hope you will actively prepare and strive to successfully pass the test and become a disciple of this sect." ”

Brother Jindan's words resounded in everyone's hearts like a flood of bells.

Those players who used to look a little depressed seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and quickly swept away the haze and regained their spirits. Including Mo Zikai, who had retreated for a while, when he heard this, he seemed to tighten the sword in his hand, and the depression in his eyebrows turned into firmness.

Yes, this is the gladiatorial arena! In the eyes of most contestants, although there is life and death, there is hope in the end. Just like the road to cultivating immortals, there is no smooth road, in the face of personal glory, the life and death of others are no longer important, there is a saying that it is okay to die and be a friend, as long as you don't die in poverty. The human heart is like this, the world is like this, but what can I do! This is the cruel reality of the cultivation realm.

Seeing this, Tong Fei sighed in his heart.