Chapter 1132: The Altar of Flesh and Blood, the Mysterious Gong of Body Changing in Blood

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of battles were decided within minutes!

Almost all those challenged will choose to challenge.

Because once you refuse the challenge, you will be despised and scorned by your peers, and will be dealt with at will by the challenger, and you will most likely die.

Fairy Luomei was also challenged by two elite disciples.

One of them was a special envoy from Yunlan Kingdom who patrolled the city. He was her direct subordinate and a disciple whom she personally taught.

Yesterday, the two of them were drinking and chatting happily, but today they are drawing swords at each other, fighting to the death!

This disciple's name is Qi Bing. He has been challenging opponents in the sect recently. He is invincible and has received a lot of nourishment. He has already entered the early stage of Jindan. His combat power is comparable to that of Fairy Luomei. In a battle between the two, the outcome is indisputable.

"Fellow Daoist Xing Tu, if I fail, you will follow Qi Bing and accept the test! I won't be able to help you from now on, you have to act according to the situation!"

Fairy Luomei had a calm face and cold eyes. She communicated with Jiang Tian’s divine consciousness and stepped into the battlefield without hesitation.

"The competition begins!"

Following the order given by Supreme Elder Baibeard, the battle broke out instantly, and strong men were immediately seriously injured and fell.

This battle can be described as exciting, full of dangers, shaking the earth, and dazzling!

It was a chaotic battle. Thousands of strong men took action simultaneously, sometimes flying through the air and sometimes falling to the ground. There was no special isolated battlefield.

Blood splattered, silver light, electric light, black water, white rainbow... criss-crossed, making Li Wuji and others dizzy.

The vast energy swept away each other like a rolling tide. From time to time, strong men fell in screams and turned into flesh.

Combatants must not only beware of the opponent's attacks, but also take into account the impact of other combatants' magical powers, and move and dodge at all times.

The shouts of killing shook the sky, the roars were like thunder, the strong men exploded with magical powers, sword energy was everywhere, lightning and thunder thundered, and flames burned the sky. Various visions and vitality almost overwhelmed the square, with limbs flying everywhere, and flesh raining down. Splattered on the ground.

The surging vitality is like a thousand waves. The violent waves carry a frightening momentum. Sometimes they explode together and push in all directions. Sometimes they form a deep vortex, swallowing everything around them.

Each of the combatants was like a small boat, floating up and down in the rough waves of the sea, looking powerless and weak.

Some of the duelists at the foundation level had not even fought for a few rounds before they were unexpectedly hit by the powerful Jin Dan. Both of them were torn to pieces and bombarded into pulp.

Golden elixir masters will not have any reservations or scruples just because there are fellow disciples with lower cultivation levels around them. Instead, they will use all their strength to unleash their magical powers without leaving any room for chance, often crushing fellow disciples with lower cultivation levels around them to pieces.

This is a blood-stained scene, completely simulating a real-life battle, no, it should be said to be a fight.

In the eyes of the Immortality Cult.

Fighting in reality is not as simple as you and your opponent. You often encounter various unexpected situations, passing strong men or monsters, and ever-changing environments, all of which will affect the battle situation.

This requires you to have adaptability and be good at using the external environment to attack or avoid!

Without this kind of adaptability, die!

But the many disciples in the audience will not be disturbed or impacted.

The sky was full of brilliance, the formation roared, and a formation barrier was formed. The vast and tenacious magic power contained in it blocked the shock waves.

After killing the opponent, some contestants immediately quit the game, but if a strong person challenges him, he still has to grit his teeth and walk out quickly.

Some victors are covered in blood and wounded deep into their bones, but they still have high fighting spirit. They use their name tags again and continue to challenge stronger and stronger ones!

Half an hour later, the battle ended.

On the square, blood was flowing everywhere, corpses were piled up, and the remains of limbs were in a mess. There were still residual supernatural powers in the sky that exploded from time to time, creating a pungent and rich smell of blood.

At least hundreds of elite disciples have died, and dozens of direct disciples have died in past generations!

Even many hall leaders have fallen, and one elder has been replaced by other strong men!

Fairy Luomei was lucky enough to kill two challengers and returned to her position panting and covered in blood.

"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?"

The white-bearded Supreme Elder looked around with majestic eyes and shouted loudly:

"If you want to be challenged by a strong person, use your famous name immediately! Give everyone ten breaths to think about it!"

There was dead silence.

Only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard, and the injured strong men immediately took elixirs to quickly heal their injuries in preparation for another challenge.

Ten breaths passed, and no one issued another challenge. At this time, a new equilibrium was reached, and new duties were created!

"The challenge for the leader and below is over! Congratulations to the winner for making further progress."

At this time, the white-bearded Supreme Elder announced, then his face became solemn and solemn, and he said loudly:

"All the disciples of the sect express condolences to those who died in the war, whether they were the challenged or the challengers, and pay the highest respect!"

He bowed deeply and looked in reverence.

Ming Ruyi also stood up and bowed, meticulously, with compassion and reverence in her eyes, and a blessing in her mouth.

The whole place fell silent, everyone looked solemn and bowed solemnly.

Some disciples even fell to their knees with tears in their eyes, but gritted their teeth to prevent themselves from crying.

Just listen to the Supreme Elder saying loudly with reverence:

"Their fighting spirit will be immortal, and their sacrificial spirit will be immortal!"

"This goes back thousands of years. From then on, the predecessors and sages who fought for the Immortality Religion and reached the pinnacle of cultivation, practiced hard, fought bravely without fear, will be immortal!"

As his prayers and announcements ended, in silence, ivory trumpets and horn trumpets were blown around the square.

The voice is rich, deep, and sad, reciting the Purana Sutra to save the souls of the dead, and the holy Beiming is like the fairy sound of Zen singing, resounding in all directions.

This kind of sound is very complex, and the listener feels sympathetic, and a sad and heroic emotion surges into his heart, making people unable to help but shed tears.

"It's so lifeless! Fellow sects are killing each other, causing trouble to Xiao Qiang! It's so inhumane, so terrible!"

"At least more than half of the strong men have fallen! The battle loss rate is too high, it's better to fight against your own people!"

Seeing such a battle, Li Wuji and others were dumbfounded and frightened.

Wu Yaoniang's beauty turned pale and she was trembling.

Even though Ye Keren had admired this system before, he couldn't help but feel a little confused at this moment.

In order to pursue the peak of cultivation, is it worth it to kill fellow disciples and suffer serious battle losses?

To put it bluntly, for the people who died in the battle, and for the sect, it was such a heavy loss. Is it cost-effective?

Fairy Luomei finished bowing, sat down, and said softly: "No battle damage! No battle damage at all!"

"What do you mean? So many people died, and yet there were no battle losses?"

Ye Keren couldn't believe it.

"The deceased will become the blood food of the victor. Through the flesh and blood altar, or the secret method of blood-changing body transformation, the deceased's cultivation, energy, blood and spirit will be transformed and collected, and poured into the victor's body for absorption and refining. Improve your cultivation!"

Fairy Luomei said softly.

Ye Keren and the others turned around and noticed.

In the square, every corpse and every fragment of its body was covered with scripture runes.

The scriptures flashed, and the golden light filled the air, condensing as if it were substance, forming shields of different sizes.

This shield seems to be stabilizing the remaining vitality and spirit of their flesh and blood, preventing it from overflowing and being destroyed.

On the many golden scripture shields, there are also the names of the deceased and the names of the people who killed him.

"You actually want to eat them!"

"Have you ever eaten it? Fairy Luomei, isn't it too cruel?"

Tang Linglong, Wu Yaoniang and others suddenly realized what was going on. They couldn't help but feel horrified and almost screamed.

"Almost. To be precise, it should be absorbed."

Fairy Luomei's beautiful eyes were full of fanatical greed and expectation, and she said in a trembling voice:

"I have lived in peace with the world before and have never eaten blood food. This is the first time! I expect it will be of great benefit to my cultivation."

"However, what's so cruel about this? They are already dead! How can such good flesh and blood cultivation be wasted!"