The world of self-cultivation has been ruined by me

Jiansan and the others ascended layer by layer, but the people outside were still fighting.

At this time, it was completely chaotic, the more powerful people had already killed and left, and the rest of the people had basically the same strength, so the stalemate came down.

Someone was frightened by this tragic scene, and fled desperately. After finally leaving the battlefield, they encountered the golden grid.

He didn't pay attention, or he couldn't care less, he just wanted to leave this place of killing.

As a result, it passed through the golden grid, and the next moment, the body directly turned into pieces.

This scene was completely frightened by the people who saw it later.

Staying here is death, and they can't escape. They are cornered.

"what!"

Someone broke down and rushed back desperately.

kill,

Either die, or live.

The golden grid kept shrinking, getting closer and closer, and a breath of death enveloped everyone's hearts.

Not leaving room for it, everyone knew that there was no way out, and went completely crazy.

No defense, desperate to attack.

Blood stained the ground, and broken limbs and arms were everywhere.

No one noticed that the giant metal mountain was slowly absorbing the essence of flesh and blood outside, and a smear of blood gradually appeared on the golden mountain wall, and the number continued to increase.

People inside the mountain cannot see the changes of the giant metal mountain, and people keep meeting each other in small spaces layer by layer, the winner rises, and the loser dies.

On the top floor, there are a few figures, whose strength is obviously far superior to others, and they have passed all the way and passed the checkpoints.

Sword Three, Blue Sword, Gold Dust, Black Impermanence, Sword Seven...

The strange thing is that although they were on the same floor for many times, they never met. It seems to be a coincidence, and it seems that someone did not allow them to meet prematurely.

Just like now, there are only a few of them on this floor, but suddenly a few people are pulled from the space below to fight against them.

One knife, one sword, one palm, one punch.

The people who came here seemed to be sending food to them on purpose, and their strengths were very different, so they killed them casually.

Going up one floor again, before being assigned an opponent, Jin Chen spoke first: "Have you noticed that the controller here seems to send us up on purpose?"

"What do you want to say?" Qingdao said with a smile.

"Will this controller be a living being?" Jin Chen's voice was dignified.

"Why do you say that? You should know that the origin of gold is left by the existence of transcending Huashen. Their methods are unpredictable. Maybe this giant metal mountain has spirituality?" Hei Wuchang asked back.

Jin Chen glanced at him, did not speak, but coughed lightly, attracting everyone's attention, and then pointed outside calmly.

Everyone turned their heads to look at the past, and then their eyes were fixed.

At this time, the golden grid outside was already extremely close to the ground, and there were still many people fighting.

At the same time as they looked over, the golden grid suddenly accelerated and closed in an instant.

The people in the grid didn't react at all, and instantly turned into a pile of minced meat.

This scene has a sharp visual impact, and the scene is extremely tragic.

There was not a single intact corpse on the ground, only the blood that pooled into the river and the minced meat that filled the river surface remained.

It's like Shura's hell!

Even those who had experienced a lot of killings were a little shocked, their pupils narrowed and their bodies stiffened.

It seemed that he didn't want to be seen by them, or maybe it was because of the end of the outside, the surrounding golden light flashed, completely blocking the line of sight.

None of the people present were extremely intelligent. Even though they didn't see the following process, they also guessed what would happen next.

The golden grid is inseparable from the metal giant mountain. Since it did this, it must not be for no reason.

There is only one truth, and that is devouring.

The giant metal mountain is devouring flesh and blood!
Someone remembered something and looked down.

As soon as he moved, the others reacted and looked down.

The bottom is still the same, many people are distributed in layers of space, some are fighting, and some are resting.

But what they saw was not this, but the dead body they had just killed.

The corpse is gone!
At this time, one person died, and these people hurriedly looked over.

Under their eyes, there seemed to be a whirlpool passing under the person who had just died, and the corpse disappeared along with it.

Withdrawing their gaze, several people looked at each other with seriousness in their eyes.

Even Qing Dao put away his arrogant expression, and frowned.

There are various indications that this is not like what ordinary spirituality can do, and there are clearly traces of living beings.

trap?

Thinking of this, several people's faces darkened.

After a moment of silence, Qingdao suddenly smiled: "What's the matter? No one has come over after so long, am I too strong and have no opponent?"

Several people's eyes flashed, and they understood what he meant, this was a temptation.

In their eyes, several figures suddenly appeared, distributed in every space.

Their hearts sank completely, and they hesitated when they saw the person who suddenly appeared in front of them.

This place must be a trap, since that's the case, then...

To kill, or not to kill?

Do you want to continue to be at the mercy of the mastermind behind the scenes?

But can you resist? In that case, will you be completely trapped here?
puff!
A light sound suddenly sounded, and several people looked over, but it was Jin Chen who killed the person in front of him with a sword, and then his body rose.

Yes, there is no choice.

Several people understood in an instant, and without hesitation, they shot and killed their opponents one after another.

The next few people stopped talking, they were afraid of exposing themselves that they knew the existence of people behind the scenes, which would cause serious consequences.

Facing this terrifying existence, they can't resist, they can only try to hide their thoughts.

Kill all the way until the people below are completely killed, leaving only six of them.

has it ended?

The faces of several people relaxed a little, and they couldn't remember how many people they killed.

At this time, the surrounding space was distorted, and the figures of several people suddenly became clear.

Looking at the figure suddenly walking into reality in front of them, the expressions of several people completely darkened.

It's not over yet!

Jiansan is against a disciple of Danzong.

Green sword against sword seven.

Gold dust is impermanent to black.

silence.

The surroundings solidified.

Suddenly, a blood-colored brilliance lit up, Jin Chen pulled out the blood-colored long sword behind his back, and took the lead.

"Wu Ying Dao, one life for another, I will avenge you." Qing Dao looked at the figure opposite Jian San and said calmly.

After the words fell, the cyan long knife came out of its sheath, and with the sky full of green flowers, it sprinkled the sword energy on the opposite side.

Jian San's face was gloomy, he didn't say much, just pulled out the second sword behind his back, and pulled out the scabbard together.

No, it's not that he didn't pull out his long sword, that sword didn't have a scabbard at all.

It was an epee, without a blade, more like a block of iron.

His breath changed suddenly, full of domineering, with the aura of crushing everything.

Without any skill, he opened and closed, and swept across with a sword.

As the name suggests, the Wuying Daoist draws out a thin knife as thin as a cicada's wing in his hand. Whenever he moves his body, he must avoid its sharp edge and use his strengths to avoid weaknesses.

Suddenly, his body froze, as if bound by terror, unable to move.

A look of astonishment flashed across his face, Wuyingdao's wrist shook, and the blade's edge suddenly disappeared.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!
A series of impact sounds sounded, and at that moment, he cut out countless knives.

This is the Shadowless Knife, blooming with its own light.