Chapter 324 of Volume 2 focuses on fratricide.

'The wind blows and the clouds move the branches.....' Ye Tingmu hummed a song, feeling leisurely and contented.

As time went by, more and more people gathered around. Everyone consciously divided into camps and gathered in groups of three or four.

Everything is still unclear and no large-scale conflict has broken out between them.

Everyone is waiting for the light curtain to open.

However, they remained vigilant against each other, watching each other with eager eyes.

After all, many people have died here, but most of them died in the killing between trial-takers.

Especially the trial participants from the other seven sects, who were full of intrigue and deception. Although the beast tide they faced in the trials were not snow beasts, the opponents they faced were actually very similar to the one Ye Tingmu faced.

The most fundamental reason why so many of them died was the intrigues among people.

No one was willing to go up, or if someone went up, the people behind him would not forget to stab you, and the three major tribes were even more bloodthirsty.

Although there was no fighting at the moment, it was not difficult to see that the look in their eyes when they looked at each other was full of murderous intent.

Therefore, during this trip to the fairy mountain, the biggest enemy is not the fairy mountain itself, but the trial-takers around it.

There are only so many inheritances or treasures in the fairy mountain, so everyone is his own competitor, and the most effective way to deal with competitors is to kill them.

At this time, thousands of people gathered around Ye Tingmu. They were all the trial-takers who had followed Ye Tingmu to win the Death Gate.

Having tasted the sweetness before, I now understand even more clearly that who to follow is the right choice.

At least for them, Ye Tingmu is reliable.

I don’t know how long it took, but more and more people came.

Almost all the people who passed through the customs and entered here gathered here.

At first glance, the number seems to be around two million.

Of course, this is just a rough estimate.

Suddenly at this moment.

A phantom descended here again, blocking out the sky and the sun, looking down at everyone.

The moment he appeared, the crowd instantly woke up. Ye Tingmu couldn't help but stand up and muttered, "It's finally started."

Looking up, this shadow was almost identical to the one Bamen had encountered before, also covered in black armor and surrounded by a blue halo.

But what is certain is that this phantom is not that phantom.

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the shadow slowly spoke.

Then an ancient and heavy voice slowly sounded.

"Congratulations everyone for passing the eight screenings and reaching the second round. I am the examiner for the second round. Next, I will read out the rules for the second round."

As the blue shadow spoke, he waved his hand, and suddenly a string of numbers appeared above the sky.

2156413.

The seven numbers were eye-catching and dazzling, but everyone's eyes were filled with trance and thought.

What does this number represent? No one knows, but it must have value and significance.

Ye Tingmu was also a little confused.

But the seven-digit figure gave him a bad feeling.

At this time, the voice of the blue shadow came out again.

"This string of numbers represents the current number of trial-takers here. The second level's assessment is very simple. When the number of trial-takers reaches 500,000, all survivors will pass the test, and the third level will begin." After saying this, the blue shadow spread out five fingers and pressed down into the sky.

"The second trial begins."

As the words fell, the figure also disappeared. The blue shadow disappeared without a trace, leaving only the floating numbers in the sky standing in the sky, proving that he had appeared here.

Everyone gasped and talked among themselves, their faces looking grim. Looking at the string of numbers above their heads, their eyes were filled with worry and fear.

The number reaches 500,000, and the survivors enter the third level.

The main theme of the second level is a fratricide?

Everyone knew what this meant, and for a moment they became even more wary of the people around them.

"There are still more than 2 million people left. 500,000 means one person survives for every four people."

"Damn, this trial is really perverted. It's obvious that they want us to become executioners."

"Hmph, that's fine. The more people die, the fewer people will share the treasure."

"When the immortal mountain was opened, it was said that out of a thousand people who entered, only ten returned, and only one out of a hundred survived. So that's how they died."

"Get ready to fight, fight your way out..."

People began to form cliques and factions, the strong formed alliances with the strong, and the weak were forced to stick together.

In an instant, three major forces led by Ying Changle, the Demon Lord's son, and Xia Lingkong quickly took shape.

The three of them represent three tribes, and they are all top combat forces.

Most of them are on the list.

Especially the team that Ying Changle belongs to, which has the largest number of people, and the ten major immortal sects and the Heavenly Court are all gathered under it.

In contrast, Ye Tingmu still has a scale of 1,000 people.

He touched his chin. This trial was becoming more and more interesting. It was going to turn this place into an arena.

His eyes were always fixed on the gathering place of the ten major immortal sects and the Heavenly Court. He had no intention of killing them now, even though he was sure of victory.

Keeping most of these people alive will still be useful to you, so there is no need to rush.

Then who should I fight? This is a problem.

He believes that every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. I can hit you, but I must have a reason. You need to be my enemy, otherwise my attack will be in vain.

Although I was reading Sun Tzu's Art of War, to be honest, I also had some knowledge of the Spring and Autumn Annals.

He scanned the crowd one by one, and finally fixed his sight on the place where the demons gathered, and even locked his sight on the son of the Demon Lord, thinking, if it really doesn't work, I can only beat you.

But on second thought, this son of the Demon Lord seems to be of some use.

He shook his head. "Forget it, let's stick to the plan. Making money is king, everything else is just a passing fancy."

Baili Qianqiu was stunned for a moment, "What plan?"

"You wouldn't understand even if I told you."

Thinking of this, he took out a jade flute from his storage ring and put it to his lips.

A gentle song spread throughout the place. The sound of the flute was melodious and long, and when it fell into the ears, it made people soar.

Thousands of people are looking at you in all directions.

Following the sound of the flute, I found his voice.

Ying Changle stared at Zang with an unfathomable look in his black eyes. He was in a trance for a moment. He was very curious that this young man who was decisive in killing and represented death could actually play the flute, and it seemed that he played it quite well.

The man frowned and the woman's eyes were full of peach blossoms. This kind of music is really beautiful. I have never heard it before.

Considering Zang's handsome features and tall figure, which girl here could not love such a man?

Extraordinary talent, handsome appearance, great talent, and strong background. Having any one of these four qualities is already excellent.

If you have all four, it’s a king bomb.