After entering the world of cultivating immortals, I have been living and sleeping

The two were at loggerheads, and because there was no evidence, no one could convince everyone, and the situation fell into a stalemate.

Jiang Yuan was determined to end this farce, mainly because he had an inexplicable sense of crisis lingering in his heart, and as the door closed, the sense of crisis became stronger and stronger. Of course, he was unwilling to waste time on such a meaningless dispute.

"Okay, just say a few words."

Jiang Yuan is a direct descendant of the Qingyun Sect, and his own cultivation is perfect in foundation building. In terms of deterrence, no one present can match him, so when he spoke, the scene suddenly became quiet.

"I don't care which one of you has inherited the puppet technique. I just hope that if the conditions for leaving the underground palace are really related to the inheritance, you two can help, otherwise..."

After the words fell, Jiang Yuan's eyes flashed with cold murderous intent. Looking at him, Wen Chang felt that he was being suppressed and his face looked ugly, while Ye Pianran's expression was indifferent, looking unfazed by honor or disgrace.

Other monks were not surprised by this. The mortality rate in the White Frost Valley secret realm was already high. Before entering the underground palace, they experienced a strange whirlpool that was impossible to resist. Most of the monks in the Black Sea area were probably dead.

Now, there are only the last twelve people left alive. Calculated according to the random and equal proportions in each area, the death rate exceeds 80%. This is a very exaggerated number, like an invisible big hand, grasping everyone's life. Heart, breathless.

At times like this, what everyone is thinking about is naturally nothing else but survival.

In order to survive, they will do anything. As Jiang Yuan said, if there is really a key to survival in the inheritance of puppetry, they will not hesitate to take action against these two people. What morality is not worth it in the face of life. carry.

Of course, no one has forgotten that both Wen Chang and Ye Pianran are direct disciples. This is why everyone can patiently listen to their arguments. If they were casual cultivators with no identity or background, they would have been killed long ago. So many things to come.

Everyone is afraid of their identities, not because of anything else, but because they are difficult to kill.

Even if he is killed, the other party's sect may use some means to record the image of the murderer. By then, there will be no way to escape, in the sky and on the earth.

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, few people are willing to conflict with a large family member.

After warning the two of them, Jiang Yuan restrained his murderous intention and said to Wen Chang.

"Fellow Literary Daoist, you know the most about this place. In your opinion, what should we do now?"

Wen Chang took a deep breath, suppressed the irritability in his heart, and said one word expressionlessly.

"Wait!"

Jiang Yuan frowned. At this point, he actually didn't trust Wen Chang very much anymore, and it was even more impossible to follow his advice. But for some reason, a voice faintly sounded in his heart. Perhaps, this was really the right thing to do.

Seeing that Jiang Yuan didn't raise any objection, everyone couldn't say anything. They had different expressions, and they obviously had their own plans.

After a while, a sudden change occurred.

Boom!

The humanoid puppets on both sides of the hall suddenly began to move. At the same time, the whole hall seemed to be shaken by a huge earthquake. The ground shook. Several monks were caught off guard and staggered, almost falling.

"What's going on? Didn't you say these puppets can't move?"

Jiang Yuan's face was gloomy.

"No, pay attention. It's not the puppet that's moving, but the structure of this place is changing!"

Ouyang Jing's words were shocking. After hearing this, everyone poured spiritual energy into their legs, stabilized their bodies, looked around, and found something was wrong.

The humanoid puppets originally arranged on both sides of the hall showed no signs of returning to action and were still as lifeless. The reason why it gave people the illusion of movement was because the hall was moving. To be precise, the hall changed from a rectangular space to a rounded.

Soon, the shaking stopped, and more than ten puppets still maintained the same distance, guarding the hall in a ring, surrounding everyone.

The door that everyone originally entered also disappeared in the vibration, leaving not even a trace, as if it had never appeared at all. It really answered the saying that there is no way to heaven and no way to earth.

This sudden change made everyone nervous, and their slightly relaxed nerves became tense again, especially the puppets facing them. Although they could not move, the cold light they reflected was extremely cold.

"Do you think this place looks a bit like a gladiatorial arena?"

Suddenly, someone spoke, it was Ye Pianran.

Hearing what she said, everyone was stunned for a moment, then realized it and exclaimed.

"Don't tell me, it's true. I have seen a competition in a gladiatorial arena. The arena is a very grand circular arena with spectator seats on all sides. People look very small in it...it's exactly the same as here. !”

"Arena, wait, this is not a good guess. Don't talk nonsense without evidence. If it is true..."

Someone picked up what he said, "Doesn't that mean we have to attack each other?"

As soon as he said this, the air fell into a deathly silence.

But the silence didn't last long before it was broken. Almost the next moment the words were spoken, the sound of a sharp weapon being pierced into the body was heard. A large hole was opened in the chest of the monk who asked the question, and the blood-red tip of the awl came out. , tick tick tick, blood gurgling.

"you……"

The monk whose heart was pierced looked dull, and then showed expressions of disbelief, anger, fear, horror, regret, etc. He turned his head stiffly, trying to see clearly who the person who attacked him was, so that he could carry out crazy actions after death. curse.

However, the only response he received was the oncoming palm force.

boom!

The head exploded, and red and white things were scattered all over the floor. The other monks scattered around in tacit agreement, each with their spiritual power aroused and their faces full of vigilance.

Ye Pianran was also among them. In fact, she had already expected this scene when she said the words "fighting arena".

Human nature is unpredictable. Never show your back to others. This person can only blame himself for his death.

After retreating to a safe distance, someone criticized the attacker.

"This fellow Taoist was too cruel. The situation is still unclear. Why should he be so anxious to kill someone?"

The person who attacked was a male cultivator in black. He shook off the blood on the awl, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his pale and bloodless face.

"Stop being so hypocritical. When I took action just now, many people must have noticed it, and they only jumped out to speak after the person died. The so-called righteousness of the famous family is nothing more than a group of sanctimonious hypocrites. It is really disgusting."

"you!"

The words of the male cultivator in black immediately angered many people. The smell of blood filled the hall, stimulating their emotions even more.

Several people were fighting each other and were about to take action.

Wen Chang hid in the corner and sneered when he saw this, "Let's fight, let's fight, the more people die, the better, but these guys are nothing to worry about. The real troublesome ones are the descendants of the seven sects, because they are too difficult to kill." .

There were twelve people present, no, there were eleven now. Including himself, there were four descendants of the seven sects. He seemed to have some advantages, but in fact he was the weakest among the four. This was also his The root cause of all the deliberate efforts along the way.

Just when Wen Chang was thinking about countermeasures, the few people over there who aroused real anger with a few words unexpectedly did not start a fight. It turned out that someone stood up and stopped their conflict.

"If we are really going to end up in a situation where we can kill each other, why don't we deal with the person with the most advantage together first?"

The one who stood up was naturally Ye Pianran. Seeing everyone's questioning eyes falling on her, she remained calm and smiled lightly.

"The person with the most advantage? That's not you, my direct disciples!"

"No."

The person who answered was Jiang Yuan. He nodded to Ye Pianran and spoke softly.

"There is one person among us who is a direct disciple of the seven major sects. He has a noble status, and he also knows the underground palace like the back of his hand, and knows all the treasures. In terms of advantages, of course no one can compare with him... You think so, friend Daoist Wen?"