Cheng Ling jumped off the ring, and Wen Lan rushed to greet him, saying with emotion: "Brother, I didn't expect that your swordsmanship is so superb. I'm really worried about you."
Cheng Ling smiled and said: "Brother Wen Lan, Liao Zan, after this battle, we have another two years, we must not let down our guard. This ring battle is indeed a matter of life or death."
Wen Lan nodded and glanced at the arena where he had fought. At this time, two other monks were fighting on it, but the memory of Zong Yue's death still left him frightened.
Cheng Ling's spiritual consciousness swept over, and basically there was a new group of monks on the hundred-seat arena, and now it was the second wave of battles. He observed carefully and found that it was just as he had guessed. Once the monks were injured and bleeding during the battle, their blood, blood, and essence of flesh and blood would immediately be absorbed by the arena at their feet.
Fortunately, the other monk was not injured. If he had been injured and bled, he would have died on the spot!
Many monks also discovered this situation. They were all in an uproar and felt extreme fear and terror!
"Didn't it mean that at least one person could survive the ring battle? Why did both of the two people fighting die on it? Several of the immortal friends were seriously injured, and there was obviously no need to die. This ring is too weird, no! It can't happen anymore Stay here, everyone, run away!"
I don't know who shouted, and many monks who had not yet had their turn to participate in the ring battle fled away. Some monks stayed where they were, not knowing whether they dared or were wondering whether they should run away or not!
Wen Lan looked around and asked softly: "Brother Xian, do we want to escape together?"
Cheng Ling shook his head and said: "It's useless. Do you still remember the strange vision of heaven and earth that appeared before the arena battle started? According to my guess, it was a sealing formation. This formation has sealed the entire island, and no one can escape. stay home."
"What?" Wen Lan was shocked and said, "The entire island has been sealed? What should we do with those who escaped?"
"Just watch! Those people will come back sooner or later. Now that the seal is set, it will not be so easy to escape. Only by participating in the arena battle and winning can there be any hope of survival."
Wen Lan was doubtful and saw that he was not moved at all, so she could only force herself to calm down and stay where she was to watch the battle on the ring.
After less than half an hour, just as Cheng Ling expected, the monks who had escaped before came back in twos and threes. It’s just that their expressions are all abnormal, and their eyes are full of fear!
One of the monks stepped forward and asked, "How is it? Didn't you run away? Why did you come back?"
"It's scary..., it's really scary! We escaped to the edge of the island and found that the entire island was shrouded in a blood-red light curtain. A few of the immortals had the courage to break out of the light curtain, but Unexpectedly, as soon as they touched the light curtain, they let out screams. Then, their bodies seemed to melt, gradually getting smaller, and finally only a skeleton remained!"
"In less than a quarter of an hour, thousands of immortal friends melted beside the light curtain, and rows of skeletons fell to the ground. It was horrifying to see. It was really terrifying!"
"Really, as the voice said, there is still half a chance of life in participating in the ring battle. Once you escape, you will definitely die!"
Wen Lan was horrified, looked at Cheng Ling in disbelief, and asked in a trembling voice: "Brother Xian, have you known this for a long time?"
Cheng Ling nodded heavily and explained: "Yes, believe it or not, the moment the light curtain came down, I knew that no one could escape from this island. But I didn't expect that kind of death. Looking back at the eyes of those monks , they were completely defeated by fear, and their own combat power was less than 70%. If they met a monk with a tough mind, they would definitely die!"
Wen Lan took a look and found that it was indeed the case. The eyes of the monks completely lost focus. I couldn't help but feel secretly afraid, but fortunately I listened to Cheng Ling's advice and didn't flee with the monks. Otherwise, even if you have won, your future cultivation will be greatly affected.
The battle is still going on, with more than 500,000 monks, and even a hundred-seat arena will not end so quickly. But the result of the battle was as Cheng Ling expected. If the winner was not injured, he could walk off the ring safely. If he was injured, just like the previous monks, only a skeleton would be left, and both would be killed!
This continued for five days. About half of the monks had finished fighting, and more than 100,000 skeletons were left in the plain. Cheng Ling looked up at the sky and instinctively felt that the immortal power in the air was a little stronger. His expression changed, and it seemed that the demon giant's injuries had been greatly recovered.
"Brother Xian, why do I feel that the immortal power in the island is getting stronger." Wen Lan also felt something strange and couldn't help but ask.
Cheng Ling did not answer. His speculation was too unbelievable. Without the experience on the Demon Blood Continent, no one would believe him even if he said that he would break the sky. He is waiting for the ring battle to end!
Normally, there is no light curtain around the island. According to my own speculation, after the arena battle is over, the light curtain will naturally disappear. At that moment, it is the best time to check the sealing formation again, hoping to see some clues this time.
As the number of death monks increases, the immortal power in the island becomes more intense. Five more days passed, and finally the battle between the last pair of monks was over, and all the ring battles were over. At this time, the immortal power in the island increased by at least 50%.
Feeling the rich power of immortality, the faces of the surviving monks showed expressions of joy, as if they had completely forgotten the previous life-and-death struggle!
"With such strong immortal power, my cultivation will definitely advance faster. So what about the arena battle, as long as I win all the way, I will be able to cross several great realms in less than ten years!" One of the monks said proudly.
As the power of immortality increased, many monks at the peak of human immortality felt that their realm was loosening, and some even broke through to the virtual immortal stage directly on the edge of the ring.
"Yes, cultivation is about natural selection and survival of the fittest. Even if we are not here, many monks will still die. What's more, there is such a good cultivation environment here. It is much better to go to the island than to join a sect and be shunned by them." Another monk agreed with the former's point of view and immediately echoed.
Many monks in the field nodded, and even Wen Lan felt that he had no words to defend himself. Cultivation, to put it bluntly, is a struggle for interests and resources. Only by standing on the top of all living beings can everything be decided according to one's own will. Without strength, everything is just talk.
Cheng Ling sneered, what he said was true, but these monks were too short-sighted and only valued immediate interests. Although cultivating the Tao means striving for the first step, one must also assess the situation. A temporary lead does not mean that it can be maintained for a long time. Only by clearly understanding the situation can we turn danger into good fortune and go all the way to the end.
However, he did not argue with those people. Everyone had different ideas and he was not afraid of too many arguments. After the arena battle ended, the hundred arenas began to slowly descend. In less than a stick of incense, they were all submerged under the plain, as if they had never appeared before.
Next, the light curtain covering the island began to gradually recede. Contrary to the previous direction, which was descending from the sky, now it is slowly rising from the ground to the top of the pillar.
Cheng Ling immediately cheered up and activated his Holy Eyes of the Netherworld, staring closely at the light curtain that was constantly being recycled in the void. Mysterious lines kept flashing in his eyes, the light curtain retreated in an orderly manner, and the trajectory of the sealing formation was clearly revealed in his eyes.
Unfortunately, the light curtain was recovered too quickly, and only a trace of fur was touched. Before it could be fully seen, the entire light curtain converged on the top of the pillar and finally disappeared. Next, the one hundred and eight pillars gradually descended like a ring on the plain, and finally disappeared under the island.
At this time, a breeze blew by, and the densely packed skeletons left on the plain were gradually annihilated by the wind, and finally disappeared.
The whole process took less than a stick of incense. The monks seemed to be in a dream. The arena, stone pillars, and light curtains on the island all disappeared and returned to their original condition. Only when I looked next to myself did I realize at a loss that my friends who had practiced together in the past had turned into dust in the universe!
Cheng Ling sighed secretly and said to Wen Lan: "Let's go, the ring battle is over, we have to practice hard and prepare for the next two years of ring battle!"
These words were not loud, but they struck the hearts of the monks beside them like drums at dusk and bells at dawn. They suddenly woke up from the shock of the island's changes, turned around one by one, and returned to their previous retreat.
Cheng Ling and Wen Lan also returned to the mansion, and they were silent all the way. As soon as he returned, Cheng Ling got into the backyard. Wen Lan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he didn't know where to start. Looking at Cheng Ling's back, he shook his head helplessly and returned to his guest room.
"It's not enough. The current level of the formation is far from enough. The sealing formation can only touch the surface and can't find a trace of veins at all. I don't have much time left. Looking at the concentration of immortal energy in the island, the magic giant is passing by. During the ring battle, I recovered a lot from my injuries.”
This is just the island he is on. There are forty-eight islands left. Almost half of the monks on each island have died. Such a lot of blood and flesh essence is enough to recover for a long time.
He now fully understands why the arena battle must be held every two years, because the demon giant needs time to digest. After two years, all the essence, blood and flesh essence of the dead monks will be digested, and a new round of nutrients will be provided. .
What a powerful plan, what a vicious conspiracy! Judging from this situation, he has recovered from his injury very quickly. No, we can no longer sit still and wait for death, we must find a way! I can't do it alone, I have to rely on other forces.
By the way, there are also those immortal sects! Kidnapping ascendants or local monks has seriously damaged the vital interests of those sects. If they learn about the island group, they will definitely send out experts to destroy it!
But the most critical issue now is how to get the news out! Even if there is no sealed light curtain, the formation on the sea is still a big problem. In the past two years, we must make every effort to improve the formation, at least to send the message out!
The arena battle on Island No. 1 has ended, and I don’t know what’s going on with Zhang Chu. If he wants to find someone he trusts to tell him everything about the island group, this person can only be Zhang Chu!
