The monk, who was as tall as a giant bear, grabbed the white-masked and gray-robed monk who had a pair of broken armor.
The two deep claw marks on the back and chest were flowing with bright red blood. The skin and flesh were open, and the white bones were vaguely visible.
Even though Qian Rentu had suffered such serious injuries, his expression remained unchanged and his red eyes remained undisturbed. However, at the moment when he caught the white ghost, Qian Rentu's calm eyes finally began to waver. .
A hand like a huge bear's paw firmly grasped one of the white ghost's long legs, as if it were carrying a thin bamboo pole. Qian Rentu's expressionless face showed an indifferent arc, and his red eyes There was a trace of bloodthirsty fluctuations in it.
The other hand instantly grabbed the other leg of the white ghost. The light on the white ghost's leg flickered and he rotated hard at the waist, as if he wanted to break free from Qianren Tu's control.
"It's over. It's so pitiful. There are no more white ghosts in the world."
Lingchu was watching attentively when he suddenly heard the sharp voice of the monk in the gray wolf mask beside him saying regretfully.
Surprised, he turned to look at the gray wolf masked monk, only to find that there was no one around him.
It was as if the monk in the gray wolf mask had never existed before.
Lingchu suddenly felt cold sweat dripping down his body, and his heart felt tense.
Maybe she met some seniors?
Before he could figure it out, a loud exclamation came from his ears, and Lingchu quickly turned his head to look back at the stage.
As soon as he saw it, it was raining blood all over the sky, scattering down the entire platform.
The white ghost was torn in half by force of life. The two halves of the body were scattered on both sides of the stage. The pure white mask fell to the ground. The dripping blood rain dropped drop by drop, dyeing the pure white mask. bright red.
Qian Rentu opened his arms, raised his head high, and faced the top of the underground arena. He opened his eyes wide and let the blood rain fall on his eyes, face, and body.
Invisible to the naked eye, streams of blood-colored evil energy slowly merged into Qianren Tu's body from the broken body and the rain of blood all over the sky.
Spiritual power infiltrated his eyes again, and the world in front of him changed.
The thick blood-colored evil spirit that originally surrounded Qianrentu became brighter and brighter as more and more blood evil spirits joined in.
Qianrentu's red eyes were also moistened with blood, exuding a faint blood-colored light.
If it were not for the use of spiritual power in his eyes, this weak blood-colored light would not be obvious in the originally red eyes.
Apparently, this Thousand Man Slaughterer must have practiced some kind of binocular technique.
Although this massacre of a thousand people was a physical practice, it was comparable to the Great Perfection of Foundation Building.
It's really too cruel.
Lingchu's eyes under the mask blinked slightly.
She shouldn't encounter this massacre of thousands of people, right?
After watching this battle, Lingchu felt that this underground fighting arena was really a suitable place for training.
If there were hundreds of battles, the killing intent would be overwhelming.
Of course, the premise is not to die.
Lingchu calmly retracted his gaze, gathered up his black cloak, stood up and left the stand.
Behind him, there were excited shouts from the spectators, happy words from the monks who had won their bets, and sighs from the monks who had lost their bets.
Lingchu, who had not placed any bets anyway, felt relaxed and walked straight to a room in the underground arena.
That is the management office of this underground fighting arena, including registration information and participation in fighting. All are handled here.
If Lingchu wants to participate in the fight, he needs to register here.
This is a small room with only a simple table. Behind the table is an old man with white hair and beard, closing his eyes and meditating.
The moment Lingchu stepped in, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the visitor with an expressionless face.
"Underground fighting arena, what's going on?"
A powerful voice sounded in Lingchu's ears. Lingchu looked up and saw the old man's cold eyes.
"I want to participate in the fight." Lingchu said calmly, his voice hoarse and low.
"Do you have any points cards from the arena? If so, bring them." The old man's tone was extremely cold and impatient.
Lingchu shook his head, "No, this is my first time."
"It's your first time here, so get a points card." The old man frowned obviously impatiently and took out a black sign from under the counter.
"Choose a nickname, how much cultivation level you have, fight between humans and animals, life and death."
"White Tiger, in the early stage of foundation building, people fight to the death." Lingchu closed his eyes slightly, was silent for only a moment, and then said firmly.
"Newcomers will fight to the death. Yes, but we haven't seen each other in many years." The old man Jie Jie said with a smile. He clearly looked like an immortal with white beard and white eyebrows, but he showed a cold expression.
For a moment, it was hard to tell whether this was a compliment or a derogation.
Lingchu smiled softly, but she didn't care. No matter what he meant, she thought it was a compliment anyway.
"Are you sure you want a human fight, or a fight to the death?" The old man confirmed again.
There are two types of opponents in the underground fighting arena. One is human fighting, as the name suggests, fighting with humans. The other is animal fighting, which is naturally fighting against monsters.
Fighting between life and death is a kind of fighting method, and in fact, the difference is not big.
If there is a fight, there will be a monk from the fighting arena to provide timely response, so that the monks participating in the fight can be rescued at the critical moment. However, if there is no time to rescue, there is still no difference. This kind of thing will not happen in the underground fighting arena. Among them, it is extremely common.
In a fight to the death, there will also be monks in the arena. However, here, unless the monks participating in the fight admit defeat personally, even if they die in front of the monks in the arena, the monks in the arena will not come to the rescue.
The arena monks in the death fight mostly just act as bystanders and prevent monks from killing their opponents even after they admit defeat.
For Lingchu, the difference between the two is actually not that big.
But relatively speaking, a death match will be more stressful.
However, it was this pressure that she wanted.
After receiving Lingchu's affirmation, the old man had no intention of explaining. How could the monks in the underground arena have any extra kindness? Whether the monk in front of him was alive or dead had nothing to do with him.
Instructing Lingchu to reach out and place it on the magic weapon specially designed to detect cultivation level. After confirming that the cultivation level was indeed in the early stage of foundation building, the old man threw a black sign to Lingchu.
"Take it, if you want to participate in the fighting method, just use your spiritual power to move around in a circle according to the pattern on the sign, and your registration will be regarded as successful. The fighting arena will automatically arrange an opponent for you. If you want to change a fighting method or Regardless of your opponent, you need to come here to change it again. When it is your turn, the sign will remind you half an hour in advance. If you are late for a quarter of an hour, it will be regarded as an automatic forfeit, and it will be counted as a loss, and a point will be awarded for each victory."
The old man finished the sentence extremely fluently without any pause in his tone.
Lingchu held the points card in his hand and his clear eyes moved slightly.
These points can be exchanged for things in the underground fighting arena, including exercises, magic weapons, elixirs, spiritual stones, etc.
