Chapter 172 Information Statistics
As time went by, the list of people entering the battlefield became more and more detailed, even down to who left on which day and who's soul lamp went out on which day. This was not something that disciples who liked to browse forums could know; it must be the elders of each sect who were involved.
Zhong Ling'er began to thank Master Tianming for what he had done today. The people in the immortal cultivation world must have been dissatisfied with the Tianji Pavilion for a long time, and today they found an opportunity to vent their resentment. Otherwise, how could she have obtained such detailed information.
But gradually, she discovered the problem. Among the six major families in Zhongzhou, only the Ming family reported three people, and the rest remained silent.
Xuanyuan Ying'er was in charge of Zhongzhou's statistics. After receiving Zhong Ling'er's signal, she sent out a message, "Hey, among the six great families in Zhongzhou, how come only the Ming family reported three people? What about the other five great families? Did they not send anyone? If anyone knows, please let me know!"
"As far as I know, the Li family didn't send anyone!"
"The Lin family didn't have any. I heard that the Tianji Pavilion had approached them, but they spent money to buy two independent cultivators in, and both of them died."
"The Gu family didn't go. They said that if a talisman master went into the battlefield, he would die, so they resolutely refused to go."
"The Ouyang family doesn't have any. They say they have too few descendants and if they go, the family will be wiped out."
"Neither does the Ji family. The Ji family is Ji Bochao's family."
"Oh my god, no way, in five hundred years, there are only three people from the six great families in Zhongzhou?"
"I checked. In such a barren place like Dongzhou, there are more than a hundred people entering the battlefield!"
"There are more than 300 people in Nanzhou, and six people from the Xuanyuan family alone have entered the battlefield."
"The current number counted by Xizhou is 653. The Buddhist disciples have the most people entering the battlefield, about 300 people, followed by the Fire Phoenix Clan, with more than 150 people."
"Half of the Northern Province is occupied by the Godfall Battlefield, and Beiling City alone has sent more than 300 people."
Zhong Ling'er asked, "What about Tianji Academy? Does anyone know how many people Tianji Academy sent in?"
"Yes, why are the people from Tianji Pavilion silent? Come out and tell us how many people you sent and who they were?"
Several elders of Tianji Pavilion jumped up and down. It was obvious that someone was deliberately targeting them, but could they say anything? They definitely couldn't. If they told others, they would be ridiculed.
One disciple secretly asked the senior brother next to him, "Why did the master order us not to speak out on the forum? Didn't we send people?"
"They did send people, but they only sent less than a hundred people, and they were in there for less than three years, and only four people died."
The disciple blushed and lowered his head, feeling a little ashamed for his master.
Alas, I really can’t respond. If I say it out loud, I’ll be drooling to death.
But since the people from Tianji Pavilion didn't respond, would the monks let them go? Some people began to call out their names.
"I know one, Bai Qi, who entered five years ago and broke through to the Spiritual Transformation stage last year. He is now an elder in the Tianji Pavilion!"
"I have also heard of two people, Wang Qing and Li Jing, who entered ten years ago. After they broke through to the state of incarnation, they seemed to have gone to the academy to become teachers."
Then everyone talked about the news they had received, and finally Zhong Ling'er gave a summary.
“Wow, the people in Tianji Academy are so amazing. They broke through to the Spiritual Transformation stage within three or four years of entering. Moreover, only four people died among more than a hundred people who entered. The talents cultivated by Tianji Academy are amazing!”
The people below were immediately in an uproar. "What? Only about a hundred people went into Tianji Academy?"
"No way. Judging from what they said, it only takes three or four years for them to break through to the Spiritual Transformation stage. They must have entered the battlefield when they were about to break through. It doesn't seem like they entered the battlefield to slay demons, but rather to seek an opportunity for a breakthrough."
“They only had four deaths, how many deaths were there in other states?”
"Fellow Daoist above, you should ask how many people from other states made it out alive."
Ye Jinglan added at the right moment, "There were more than a thousand people in the five states, five of whom got out, and there are about three hundred people still alive inside, and the rest have perished."
Zhong Ling'er sent a message, "So many people shouldn't have died. Does anyone know what the situation is on the battlefield? Does anyone know the five people who survived? Can you ask them to tell us about the situation on the battlefield? Why were the people from Tianji Academy able to survive, but so many others died?"
"Yes, please ask someone to come out and tell us what is going on inside."
"We should ask the Tianji Pavilion why their people were able to come out alive, but my uncle and brothers died in there."
"Yes, I also want to ask why my father never came out after he went in. He is about to break through to the God Transformation Realm."
The relatives of the deceased monks began to question, some were sad, some were angry. Zhong Ling'er leaned against Bai Luochen and whispered, "Second Brother, I miss my eldest brother."
Bai Luochen patted the little sister's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, his soul lamp is still on. We still have time to rescue him. He will be fine."
On the distant battlefield of Shenyu, a pale hand filled with demonic energy inserted into Ouyang Ruochen's chest. The demonic energy on the hand was about to penetrate into his body along Ouyang Ruochen's flesh and blood. Suddenly, in his consciousness, a powerful aura exploded and lingered around him, instantly turning the bloody hand into ashes.
The monster attached to the dead man screamed and turned into a black mist and fled away.
Ouyang Ruochen covered his chest and gasped. He thought he was dead just now. Fortunately, the talisman that the junior sister put into his sea of consciousness saved his life.
Looking at the dozen or so people who had died around him and the five comrades who were barely holding on, he swayed and stood with them.
"Ouyang, are you okay?" asked a tall man.
“I can’t die!”
"Oh, you are wrong. We are surrounded by monsters and are close to death."
Ouyang Ruochen looked at the strange-looking monsters surrounding him and gritted his teeth.
Cang Yu said in his sea of consciousness: "How about I take you and escape!"
"No, I'm not there yet."
"Don't die. If you die, your junior sister won't let me go."
The two monsters suddenly merged together, and then merged with two other monsters. Soon, a huge monster as big as a nine-story tower stood in front of them.
"Give me your bodies, and I will save your souls from being torn apart."
Ouyang Ruochen raised the corner of his mouth, "It's you who is scared to death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a spiritual light suddenly appeared in his hand, and then a purple thunder came from the void. A purple thunder that was thicker than the monster fell straight down without any sign. A loud bang pierced through the sky and the earth. Countless purple thunder dragons flashed in the air, and the monster turned into a flying ash and disappeared in an instant.
Purple thunder? That was the Purple Heavenly Thunder that was specifically designed to defeat monsters. How could he have such a talisman?
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