Ten days passed in a blink of an eye.
Today is the day when the third round of competition begins!
Today, the Immortal King of the Underworld used his magical power to cause an altar that was sleeping underground in the inner city to rise high out of the ground!
It was the Circular Mound Altar built by the First Killing Emperor. It had three floors and was paved with blood-patterned marble.
In the center of the third floor of the altar, there is a huge stone tablet. The stone tablet is 100,000 feet high and inlaid with 10 million blood-colored crystals the size of fingernails, shining like stars.
The jade platforms on both sides of the altar were already filled with old monsters from Dongtian.
Under the altar, stood a hundred participants headed by Ning Fan.
In the third round, it is the Taoist heart that is tested!
Participants who stand on the altar and touch the stone tablet can light up the blood-colored crystal with the evil energy accumulated from their own killings.
In the process of lighting up the crystal, the subject will endure the torment of evil spirits several times that of his own body.
Those who do not have a strong Taoist heart will be counterattacked by evil spirits.
Those with a firm Taoist heart can obtain different levels of evil spirit improvement based on the number of lit crystals and the strength of the Taoist heart.
The power of most of the magical powers in the Killing Hall is linked to the strength of the evil spirit.
For the monks of the Killing Hall, the stronger the evil spirit, the stronger the magical power.
This blood sea altar can increase evil spirits. Generally speaking, it will only be opened once every ten thousand years. Monks who want to use the altar to increase evil spirits can use the power of the altar to increase evil spirits after spending a large amount of killing points.
Like the Tower of Babel, it costs Dao Crystals to increase the evil spirit on the altar. The more the monks increase the evil spirit, the more Dao Crystals are consumed.
And even if no one uses the altar to increase the evil spirit, just opening the altar once will cost nearly 400 billion Dao Crystals.
The Blood Sea Altar was last opened 3,700 years ago.
The other monks in the Killing Hall have to wait for 6,300 years before they have the opportunity to use the power of the altar to increase the evil spirit.
"The Immortal King of the Underworld is so generous that he actually opened the Blood Sea Altar for a mere apprenticeship ceremony..."
"The last time it was the Tower of Babel, this time it's the Blood Sea Altar. The Immortal King of the Sea of Hell seems to attach great importance to this contestant."
"It's no wonder that the Immortal King of the Underworld attaches so much importance to this year's contestants. After all, Ning Fan is one of the candidates in this year's competition."
Some old monsters were discussing in low voices when suddenly, a sound of coughing spread throughout the inner city.
These old monsters looked in the direction of the sound. Their expressions changed.
The one who coughed was none other than the Immortal King of the Underworld.
His brows were slightly furrowed and his eyes were slightly displeased. He didn't like being talked about behind his back.
When they saw the Immortal King of the Underworld showing his displeasure, all the old monsters shut up obediently. Don't dare to talk nonsense anymore.
For a moment, the entire inner city was deathly silent, and you could hear a pin drop.
"Qiantu, announce the rules." Immortal King Ninghai said calmly.
"yes!"
Qian Tuzi clasped his fists respectfully to the Immortal King of the Underworld, then had a copper box brought over, placed it in front of him, and said loudly in the direction of the hundreds of participants,
"In this copper box, there are name tags of all the little friends. I will randomly draw the name tags. Whoever is drawn will go to the altar and light up the crystal with evil energy."
"If the participant's Taoist mind is unstable and is counterattacked by evil spirits, the score for this round will be zero. Each time a crystal is successfully lit, the score will be increased by 1 point. After this round, the top ten people with the total score will advance to the fourth round. .”
The results of the first two rounds can already affect the third round.
Except for Ning Fan, everyone scored zero points in the first round.
Only the 76ers had results in the second round. The other 24 people who advanced through the lottery still had zero results.
If these people want to squeeze into the ten-person quota, their chances are slim.
Ning Fan looked at the copper box, his eyes flashing slightly.
This copper box has no openings on six sides. The surface is covered with thought-isolating and teleportation array patterns, which can isolate spiritual thoughts, and can randomly put in and send out fate cards.
But Qian Tuzi patted the copper box, and in a flash, a nameplate in the box was revealed.
The name tag is suspended in mid-air, after a breath. Turn into powder.
On the nameplate was engraved the word Ren Xiao.
"Ren Xiao, come to the altar!"
Qian Tuzi gave an order, and a white-robed man with loose immortality walked out of the crowd and climbed onto the altar step by step.
His name is Ren Xiao, and he was born in the intermediate cultivation star - Demon Sea Star.
He is also considered a young demon with a good reputation in the Demon Sea Star Territory. He has killed many people in his life and his evil aura is not weak.
Standing under the giant monument, Ren Xiao took a deep breath, the evil energy around him dispersed, and slapped the giant monument with his palm.
In an instant, thousands of crystals lit up one after another on the giant monument!
"3852 points... Not bad evil spirit, but unfortunately, this son's Taoist heart is not strong enough. Although he kills a lot, he is a good talent for practicing the way of killing..." Qian Tuzi said to himself.
As soon as his voice fell, an evil aura several times more powerful than Ren Xiao's evil aura suddenly poured out from the giant monument, turning into a sheet of blood and drowning Ren Xiao.
Under this ferocious evil spirit, Ren Xiao's eyes gradually turned blood red and were invaded by the evil spirit.
I felt a pain in my chest. I took a few steps back and suddenly fell to my knees on the ground, coughing up blood.
After the palm was separated from the giant monument, the evil energy and blood that poured out immediately disappeared.
Ren Xiao looked at the giant monument with a wry smile. He knew that he would not be able to get his 3852 points.
The score is related to the number of kills in a lifetime. Not only the number of kills must be looked at, but also the difference in cultivation between the killer and the killed.
He often kills beyond the level, and his score is naturally very high.
If you rely on your immortal cultivation to slaughter mortals, even if you kill tens of billions, there will be no points.
Ignoring Ren Xiao, Qian Tuzi patted the copper box again, looked at the nameplate flying into the sky, and said loudly.
"Next, Wang Yu!"
A skinny young man who had cultivated as an immortal stepped onto the altar and placed his palms on the giant monument.
This person lit up a total of 4274 crystals, but unfortunately, he could not withstand the evil energy emanating from the monument.
The score for this round is zero...
"Lu Jia!"
"Ding Feng!"
"Bai Hong!"
...
There were thirty-five Loose Immortals in a row, but none of them could withstand the evil energy coming back from the giant monument. Their scores for this round were all 0 points.
The thirty-sixth person who ascended the altar was a young scribe.
After he ascended the altar, he did not reveal all the evil energy, but only released a little evil energy, lighting up 1,000 crystals.
It's not that he can't light up more, but if he lights up more, he may not be able to withstand the backlash of evil energy.
The amount of evil energy released is small, and the evil energy that comes back is within the range he can bear.
"This guy is smart and knows how to make choices. Although 1,000 points is a small number, it is better than 0 points."
Qian Tuzi nodded. He slapped his palm on the copper box again, took out the next name tag, and ordered people to go to the altar.
With the precedent of young scribes, many others followed suit. He didn't even try his best to release the evil spirit.
So, some people lit up 1,200 crystals, some lit up 800 crystals, and some lit up 1,500 crystals, and most of them got points.
The score is small. Compared with the previous zero-point parties, it is much stronger.
But in this way, it goes against the meaning of the existence of the Blood Sea Altar.
Ning Fan looked at each of the competitors indifferently. These people were ready to take advantage of the situation before they boarded the altar, and they became timid.
What they are afraid of is the killings they have committed and the evil spirits accumulated along the way.
Such a cowardly approach before fighting means that he has sneaked into the Killing Hall, so what future can he have?
Those who are timid before fighting will naturally not have a strong Taoist heart.
Those who are afraid to face their own sins. Dao heart is naturally not that strong.
Ning Fan opened his palms, looked at his white palms, and frowned.
This palm looks clean, but in fact it is already stained with blood and sin.
Along the way, he has waded through too many seas of blood and committed too many killings.
He never runs away from the sins he has committed. He will not kill someone and then accuse others to make himself feel at ease.
He kills. He doesn’t kill not for evil reasons, not for good reasons.
The world is helpless, how can one say good and evil clearly!
As a monk. Once you embark on the path of spiritual cultivation, you must be prepared to kill and be killed!
"Next, Yu Kun!"
"Next, Zhao Qing!"
"Next, Chizhen!"
"Next, Ning Fan!"
Ning Fan looked at his palm. Scenes of bloody feuds echoed in his mind.
He forgot to look at other people's results. When he woke up, he realized that it was his turn.
Standing next to him were Yu Kun and Chi Zhen, both of whom smiled bitterly.
"Chi lit up 12,490 crystals, and Brother Yu lit up 9,455 crystals."
Chi Zhen explained as if he knew that Ning Fan had been distracted and not paying attention to the results of himself and others.
Both of them tried their best to release all the evil spirits, and finally resisted the backlash of their respective evil spirits.
Their Taoist hearts are not weak, and they are all chosen at the moment. Unfortunately, they met Ning Fan in this competition, and finally had no chance to join the Killing Hall.
"Brother Ning, I hope you can surprise Yu again." Yu Kun advised.
"I don't go to the altar to light up the crystals. The purpose of this altar's existence is not to light up the crystals."
Ning Fan's eyes were sometimes clear and sometimes blank. Gradually, he felt a sad atmosphere from the blood sea altar.
Very few people can feel this sense of sadness.
Only the monks who have truly faced the killing, endured blood for a long time, are physically and mentally exhausted, but have to fight, can feel this sadness!
Walking up to the altar step by step, Ning Fan stood under the giant monument and closed his eyes. He still stretched out his hand and pressed it on the giant monument.
One stop is a day!
In his mind, the killing scenes replayed themselves.
He stood on the altar, and as the day passed, he seemed to be one with the altar!
"Strange, why has Ning Fan not lit up the crystal for so long? What is he doing?" Countless Dongtian Destiny Immortals were confused.
Only the old monster who was above the True Immortal could vaguely see that there was a natural Tao Yun gradually solidifying in Ning Fan's body!
And only a handful of senior figures in the Killing Hall know that Ning Fan is doing something that few people can do!
Fei He's eyes were as wide as camel bells, and he was so excited that he saw an even more perfect Ning Fan!
Yao Qingyun looked at Ning Fan in disbelief, gritting his silver teeth, and there was only one sentence that kept coming back to his mind.
"Separating cause and effect... He can actually do it! The Great Elder guessed it right! Even the elders of the Killing Hall and I can't do this kind of thing! Why can he do it!"
The Immortal King of Nether Sea suddenly looked solemn as never before. He did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to open the Blood Sea Altar, just to see Ning Fan peeling off his cause and effect!
No, not only did he want to see Ning Fan peel off the cause and effect, he also wanted to see another interesting thing!
Except for the killing emperors and great elders of the past, no one knows about this!
That thing is more difficult to do than peeling off cause and effect!
What the Immortal King of Nether Sea wants to see is that scene!
"If he can really do this, our Killing Palace will not declare itself the Blood Realm and become extinct in the East because of this! There is still a possibility of continuation!"
One day, two days, three days...
Ning Fan stood on the altar for ten days!
He clearly had his eyes closed, but he seemed to be able to feel the sadness of the entire killing city. The desolation of the entire Blood Sea Star, the desolation of the entire Blood Sea Star Territory!
That desolation is the helpless sigh that once you enter the world of cultivation, you can never look back.
The desolation is the introspection and self-injury of entering the sea of blood and falling into the devil's path forever.
Ning Fan felt it vaguely. On top of this blood starfish, there is an entrance that leads to a middle-thousand world.
That middle thousand world is the killing blood world.
There are monks and mortals in the Killing Blood Realm. Mortals and monks actually live in the same world and rarely have any disputes with each other.
It was as if there was a voice telling Ning Fan that the existence of the Killing Palace was to protect the people of the Blood Realm...
Just to protect these descendants, the Killing Palace was established...
No one wants to be a devil when he is born, no one wants to kill the world and stain the world with blood.
No one wants to join the Killing Hall as soon as he is born and become a murderous demon killer...
In order to protect the Blood Realm, the monks of the Killing Hall killed many people.
This altar. It is not only to increase the evil spirit of the monks of the Killing Hall, but more importantly, it is to help the monks of the Killing Hall to free themselves from cause and effect and wash away their sins.
What this altar offers sacrifices to is not the sky or the earth, but the souls killed by the monks of the Killing Hall throughout their lives!
All grudges will end with death and disappear.
Finally, Ning Fan opened his eyes, his eyes as clear and bright as the Big Dipper stars.
he felt. At this moment, I feel as if I have become one with the altar.
He opened his palms and felt that he had an indescribable mysterious power at this moment.
Suddenly. A powerful force of great supernatural power emitted from the altar and blessed Ning Fan.
Suddenly, Ning Fan found that he was shorter and looked more frail.
He returned to his appearance as a boy, and his cultivation seemed to disappear in an instant!
But he didn't panic. His eyes were still calm, as if he knew what would happen next.
He looked at the giant monument quietly. After a long time, the bloody figures of several young men walking out of the giant monument.
Most of these blood shadow youths are at the 2nd or 3rd level of Pimai. The leader is named Ning Feng, and his cultivation is at the 4th level of Pimai.
Ning Feng and others once wanted to spy on Ning Qingqing bathing and cheat on her, but they were led into a pack of wolves by Ning Fan and died at the mouth of the wolf spirit.
All in all, that was the first time Ning Fan killed someone, using his mortal body to kill a monk!
Several blood shadow youths looked at the young Ning Fan with resentment in their eyes.
Young Ning Fan raised his finger, and several blood shadow boys immediately turned into blood and dispersed into young Ning Fan's body.
"You chased me, and I caused you to die among the wolves. The grudges of the past will be wiped out!"
The old monster here gradually came back to his senses.
They didn't know that Ning Fan was stripping away cause and effect and washing away his sins. They could only vaguely see that the scene at the altar represented that Ning Fan had used a mortal body to kill the monks.
"Mortals kill monks! How could this boy be so ruthless even before he entered the path of cultivation?" Some old monsters exclaimed.
Who has never been weak? Who has not cultivated step by step from an ordinary life?
There are countless powerful people here, but no one can kill the monks with their mortal bodies. From this point of view, Ning Fan has been extraordinary since he was a mortal.
There was a flash of light on the altar. Ning Fan's figure had grown slightly taller, and his cultivation level had reached the fifth level of Pulse Pulse.
Among the giant monuments, a black-robed Rong Ling stepped out. It was Wu Southeast, the elder of the Tianli Sect who once plotted against the paper crane.
"Pulse the fifth level, kill Rong Ling!" This time, many old monsters showed surprise.
Ning Fan used his mortal body to kill Pimai, and used his Pimai body to kill Rongling. Could it be that he had jumped through the ranks and killed like this all the way!
Wu Southeast's bloody figure looked at Ning Fan, with resentment in his eyes and more of fear.
"The grudge between you and me is over, just leave!"
Ning Fan pointed a finger, and the blood shadow immediately turned into blood and dispersed, submerging into Ning Fan's body.
There was a flash of light on the altar. The figure of young Ning Fan had grown slightly taller, and his cultivation had reached the early stage of soul fusion.
This time, the blood shadows of countless Tianli Sect monks flew out of the giant monument.
Among them, there are many golden elixirs!
These monks all died under the great formation of mountains and rivers!
"The Melting Soul Killing Golden Pill has killed more than one Golden Pill!" More and more old monsters showed surprise.
The blood shadows of Tianli Sect were not all, Ning Fan's killings when he merged with spirits were not a few.
Countless blood shadows of demons, ghosts, forest ghost cultivators flew out from the giant monument, and countless blood shadows of monster tides and beasts flew out from the giant monument.
Among those blood shadows, there are countless golden elixirs and even Nascent Souls!
"This boy actually killed Nascent Soul when he was merging spirits!" Some old monsters had already expressed surprise.
"The grudges of the past are wiped out!"
With the young man Ning Fan's pointing, countless blood shadows exploded into blood light and disappeared into his body.
In a flash of light, the boy Ning Fan has become a young man and has transformed into a Nascent Soul.
From the huge monument, countless endless sea souls flew out, and even gods!
There are the transformed gods of the Black Buddha Sect, the transformed gods of the nine tribes of the Continental Tribe, and the blood shadows of countless pseudo-desolate beasts!
"Nascent Soul kills transformed gods and slaughters wild beasts! And he has killed so many of them!" A lot of shocked gasps came from the jade platforms on both sides.
"Wait, leave!"
Under the guidance of young Ning Fan, countless dead blood shadows shattered into blood and disappeared into his body, while his evil aura became more and more serious.
There was light shining on the altar again, Ning Fan had transformed into a god.
When he transformed into a god, he swept through the nine tribes in the name of Lu Bei, massacred the Xinghai, and massacred the Endless Sea in the name of Zhou Ming. He had a great reputation!
The blood shadows of strong men continued to fly out from the giant monument, filling the sky.
"The cause and effect of the past are ended today and dispersed!"
Ning Fan suddenly flicked his sleeves, and countless blood shadows shattered into blood light, and bit by bit they disappeared into his body.
There was another flash of light on the altar, and Ning Fan had already reached the level of cultivation.
When he was refining the void, he fought bloody battles with hundreds of sects, swept through the Sky Clouds, covered the Vine Palace, destroyed the Puppet Emperor, killed the Rain Emperor, and killed the Cloud Lion!
When a series of broken blood shadows with strong auras came out of the giant monument, countless old monsters showed solemn expressions.
Finally, the altar's brilliance flashed, and Ning Fan regained his Shading Peak cultivation!
Countless blood shadows of Broken Void and Life Immortal walked out from the giant monument!
Among them, there are 146 destiny immortals from the Yao Zong Star Region, and even more destiny immortals from the Dan Sect!
The eyes of some old monsters changed, and they finally understood why Ning Fan dared to offer a reward to the head of the Alchemy Sect.
It turns out that Ning Fan has been feuding with Dan Zong for a long time!
There were too many blood shadows, and no one could see everyone's faces one by one.
Yao Qingyun looked at the bloody figures of all the monks of the Yao family, closed his eyes bitterly, and tears flowed from his eyes.
"Yao family, have a good journey, we will not owe each other anything from now on..."
Ning Fan looked at the blood figures who looked either shocked or angry, his eyes always as calm as water and as cold as starlight.
"I would rather kill someone in my life. It doesn't matter what is right or wrong. The people I kill may be innocent, but there is nothing I can do about it. There is no room for mercy on this path of spiritual cultivation! Leave!"
Ning Fan raised his finger, and the strong men of the Yao family shattered into pieces and passed away in blood.
The blood shadows of other strong men also scattered.
Countless amounts of blood poured into Ning Fan's body.
All the blood shadows disappeared, and Ning Fan didn't say anything. He just patted the storage bag, took out a wine jar, and sprinkled the fine wine under the giant monument.
There is no sadness, only solemnity.
At this moment, he was not paying homage to his enemies, but as a monk, he was paying homage to those who were fellow monks and had no choice but to die in the world of cultivation.
Then, he smashed the wine jar with one palm!
Ning Fan suddenly took a step forward, his whole body filled with evil energy, blood stained the sky red, and he slapped the giant monument with his palm!
In an instant, 790,000 crystals lit up on the giant monument!
At the same time, evil energy more than ten times that of Ning Fan came out of the giant monument and turned into a bloody fist, hitting Ning Fan's chest.
Ning Fan's black hair danced wildly, his eyes were like a devil, he opened his mouth and swallowed the fist shadow alive without any backlash!
This is his evil spirit, this is his killing, he does not escape or avoid, he just faces it calmly!
The moment he swallowed the evil spirit fist light, the evil energy in Ning Fan's body surged more than ten times!
Ning Fan glanced at each other and took another photo on top of the giant monument.
This time, all ten million blood crystals light up!
And a bloody treasure light suddenly rose into the sky, but then rushed into Ning Fan's storage bag at an extremely fast speed.
"That's right!" For the first time, the eyes of Immortal King Ninghai showed a look of surprise! (To be continued.)
