The monks wearing evil masks were like wild beasts on the loose, greedily searching for their prey.
The survival of the fittest is the only rule of this game.
Everyone knew it tacitly, and they took the initiative to avoid the strong ones at the level of the Son of Saint or the Quasi-Son of Saint, and only picked on the weak ones.
"It's time for us to take action, Meng Wan."
Xue Wuya whispered an order and then rushed towards several monks on the edge.
His figure was as fast as lightning, and he appeared in front of the two monks in the blink of an eye. He waved his right hand gently, bringing up two streaks of blood.
The two monks didn't even have time to react before they were killed on the spot and turned into two cold corpses.
"The Holy Son is mighty!"
Meng Wan gave a timely compliment, then joined the battle and killed the two monks with his sword.
Not only that, she was also quick-witted and captured two trembling monks in the chaos and imprisoned them aside.
The other saints and quasi-saints also displayed their powerful strength, like a tiger among a flock of sheep, leaving wailing and blood wherever they passed.
Ghost Blade held a long black sword in his hand. Wherever the blade passed, a gust of cold wind blew, and he quickly harvested another life.
Lu Shao has a graceful figure, but her moves are ruthless. A emerald green poisonous mist permeates her fingertips. Anyone who is touched by it will suffer from festering all over the body and die.
Soon, the powerful saints and quasi-saints completed the "killing target", captured the "prisoners", and tacitly chose to stop.
However, the killing continued around the altar.
Some weaker monks were not strong enough to complete the targets in a short period of time, and they did not dare to provoke those powerful saints and quasi-saints. They could only target other weak ones, and fierce battles broke out between them.
As time went on, there were fewer and fewer monks around the altar, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
The surviving monks all looked alert, their eyes flickering, and they were wary of each other, waiting for the moment when the trial would end.
"Heh, this trial is still as simple and boring as always."
The enchanting and charming voice echoed above the altar, with a bit of nonchalant laziness, but it made people shudder subconsciously.
The person who spoke was Yao Heng. She was dressed in a fiery red dress, and her eyes were full of charm. However, her narrow and long phoenix eyes flashed with a cold and cruel light that made people dare not look directly at her.
"That's right! This broken rule makes it impossible for this Saint Son to kill people to his heart's content. Otherwise, I could just clear the area and send those annoying people out. Wouldn't that be much easier?"
Ghost Blade laughed strangely, his tone full of bloodlust.
He licked the long knife in his hand and looked at Xue Wuya meaningfully, almost mentioning his name.
"Humph, if you want to go on a killing spree, you can just choose the good side, and then turn evil after not saving someone. Wouldn't that get you what you want?"
Xue Wuya snorted coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
Upon hearing this, Yao Heng and Gui Ren both sneered, and were obviously not interested in this proposal.
"Oh, it would be foolish to miss the chance to win just for a few ants."
Ghost Blade glanced contemptuously at the trembling monks around him, his tone full of disdain.
Yao Heng giggled, and although she didn't say anything, her expression was full of recognition of Ghost Blade.
The atmosphere around the altar became more relaxed as time passed.
For the strong ones at the level of the Son of God and the Quasi-Son of God, this level of test is just child's play.
If they couldn't even get through the simplest first level of Duobao Pavilion, they would have died countless times.
Everyone was standing at a distance from each other, wary and alert, waiting for the final moment to arrive.
Finally, at the last moment before the countdown ended, they killed the last "prey", and the evil faces on their faces instantly turned into good faces.
"Time's up! Congratulations to all the kind-faced people for gaining the qualification to enter the second floor of the Duobao Pavilion. As for the treasures, they will be settled uniformly upon leaving the Duobao Pavilion based on your performance in the trial."
A day later, that ethereal voice finally sounded again.
A dazzling white light lit up on the altar, enveloping all the monks wearing good masks.
When Meng Wan opened her eyes again, she found herself deep in a barren mountain with rugged rocks, and there was no one else in sight.
It seems that this transmission has dispersed everyone again.
Meng Wan did not take out the sword immediately, but carefully sensed the position of the fat bear and planned to meet up with the clone first.
However, before she had taken a few steps, she felt a powerful demonic aura enveloping her from all directions, carrying with it an undisguised murderous intent.
"Hehe, I was actually teleported together with a little girl like you who only knows blood. If that's the case, don't blame me for being rude!"
Yaoheng's voice, with a hint of cruel pleasure, came from nowhere.
Meng Wan's heart trembled, and she immediately realized that she had met a strong enemy.
She quietly activated the Blood Wheel Eye and finally saw the other party's true form in the endless demonic energy.
She saw Yao Heng, dressed in red, walking towards her like a burning flame, with a playful look in her eyes.
"Saint Son Yaoheng, I, the Saint Son of the Blood Path, am on my way. Are you sure you want to fight me?"
Meng Wan looked at Yao Heng warily, her eyes filled with solemnity.
It's a bit unlucky that I met the Saint of the Demonic Path, who has the worst relationship with the Blood Path.
I'm afraid we're going to have to fight a tough battle.
"Why, are you scared?"
Yao Heng covered her mouth and chuckled, her tone full of sarcasm.
"Unfortunately, Xue Wuya's name can't scare me. Isn't it enough to just kill you before he gets here?"
Before she finished her words, Yao Heng's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot in an instant.
The next moment, she appeared in front of Meng Wan, and her slender hands turned into sharp fox claws, grabbing towards Meng Wan's throat.
Meng Wan was prepared. As she quickly retreated, she drew the blood sword in her hand and slashed towards Yao Heng with a sharp sword energy.
"A trifle!"
Yao Heng snorted coldly, without dodging or evading, allowing the sword energy to cut into her body.
An astonishing scene appeared. The sword energy penetrated Yaoheng's body, but it seemed to have hit the air and did not cause any harm to her.
Meng Wan's pupils suddenly contracted, and she became more and more wary of Yao Heng's strength.
"Little girl, after seeing my strength, are you desperate?"
Yao Heng's voice rang out beside Meng Wan's ears, tinged with a hint of teasing and cruelty. "Just surrender obediently, and perhaps you'll suffer less!"
Before she finished speaking, Yaoheng's body began to undergo amazing changes.
Yaoheng's figure suddenly grew in size and turned into a huge red fox.
Three furry tails, like flames, shot up into the sky from behind the fox.
On the fox's head, there was a scarlet vertical pupil that slowly opened, emitting a creepy light...
It turned out to be an extremely rare three-eyed red fox, and it had cultivated three tails!
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