The Baizhan Life and Death Altar is a place that ignores life but also changes destiny. The rich will either get richer or lose blood, and the slaves will either fall and be liberated or be reborn with desire.
There are all heaven-level slaves, world-level slaves, and great-level slaves.
Their master was brought to the Hundred Battles Altar of Life and Death, and through life and death battles until they won a hundred battles, they could get rid of their slave status and be recruited by the top ten Hunyuan forces in Zhongxing City. Their status would be like leaping from the abyss to the clouds. But once you lose within a hundred games, it means death.
In every life-and-death battle, the masters of both sides will bet against each other for Hunyuan gold coins or treasure resources that can be converted into specific Hunyuan gold coins. The audience can also participate in the bets.
As the banker, Baizhan Life and Death Altar takes a 10% commission, and its ability to attract money is extremely terrifying, so it ranks in the top ten among the many industries in the huge Zhongxing City.
Not only that, there is also a slave market. Even if you are a rubbish monk, as long as you pay enough Hunyuan gold coins, you can buy a great slave!
However, slaves participating in the sale can only be traded before signing up to participate in the war. If the first battle begins, his master will be prohibited from trading. The result will be either death in battle or winning a hundred battles in a row, otherwise he will be regarded as a slave by the Altar of Life and Death. Breaking the rules.
It is worth mentioning that some of those slaves are very strong, but some are very weak. The first kind of masters are slaves acquired with real combat power, and the second kind of masters may be family equipment or slaves. The ones bought may also be those who have high qualifications when they are weak. Not only that, the slaves are all of a life race with no status and no background. Their tribes were invaded and fell, or they came from the big world and those who were annihilated. Hunyuan forces, if this were not the case, a Realm Lord or a Great Lord would be reduced to a slave, and strong men of the same destiny would inevitably have conflicts when they saw him.
The weak eat the strong, this is the law of survival.
As for the scale of the Baizhan Life and Death Altar, there are at least twenty in the five star regions, and there are countless smaller ones.
It has given rise to a profession, the slave trader, who resells slaves and then uses powerful slaves to invade ethnic groups with weak backgrounds. They catch geniuses and strong slaves. Of course, they will occasionally step on hard problems.
As long as you do it cleanly and have connections, who can prove that the source of your slaves violates the rules?
The higher-ups also turn a blind eye and are too lazy to waste time investigating for the weak. After all, ethnic wars are common and are not prohibited unless they go too far and wipe out the entire origin of the ethnic group.
Zhao Fan is quite disgusted with this kind of industry and slave dealers. Although he has controlled the souls of many monks, there are reasons. If he captures soul slaves purely for profit, it is not only heinous, but also has no pursuit of cultivation. Otherwise, it will have a great impact on the state of mind and it will be difficult to make substantial progress.
The next day.
Zhao Fan appeared in front of the Baizhan Life and Death Altar.
According to the information provided by Qing Zhizun, this is a cave treasure that does not look very big from the outside. In fact, the inside is hundreds of miles across and is divided into ten battlefields. In other words, there are ten pairs of slaves competing for life and death at the same time.
"How to kill Master Minglang?"
Zhao Fan fell into deep thought. First of all, Master Minglang rarely leaves the Baizhan Life and Death Altar. Let alone half a year, even once in ten or a hundred years. He basically stays there to control the overall situation and comprehend and practice. This is The opponent's cave treasure is obviously not suitable for handling. Secondly, Lord Ming Ming plays an important role in such a large industry and has a wide network of contacts. He must have a lot of protective treasures on his body. Even if he can kill him in a head-on confrontation, the other party can rely on many treasures to get strong help. .
It has to be said that the second mission is indeed not at the same level of difficulty as the first mission.
Zhao Fan decided to go in first, so he spent a Hunyuan gold coin to exchange for an admission ticket, and then entered. With this, he could stay as a spectator in ten battlefields for twelve hours, and the admission ticket would be invalid. will be automatically moved out.
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Before you know it, the day is over.
Zhao Fan had a complicated look on his face. He couldn't calm down in his heart for a long time. The smiles of those slaves who were relieved before being killed were still vivid in his mind. Not only that, they even signed a contract of betrayal for the sake of the ethnic group and entered the Baizhan Life and Death Altar. He wanted to pass He won hundreds of games in a row to join the top ten Hunyuan forces in Zhongxing City, but ended up dying in battle. There was a look of reluctance and self-blame in his eyes that could not be closed even after he died.
Every slave has a bunch of bonds, including his wife, children, parents, and friends and people. But as he loses his freedom, he respects his master in his consciousness and has no qualifications to negotiate terms.
The Lord and the audience laughed happily when they won, and cursed at the corpse when they lost.
sharp contrast.
As for the slave market, he also walked around, and saw all the Heavenly Rank, Realm Master, and Great Master, their eyes were lifeless and they were reduced to walking zombies.
"This kind of industry shouldn't exist."
Zhao Fan clenched his fists slightly and gradually loosened them. If you are poor, you can be alone, and if you are rich, you can help the world. Now, he does not have the ability to completely disappear the slave industry chain in this Hunyuan world.
This was the first time that his desire to pursue strength was aroused by someone unrelated to him.
next moment.
Zhao Fan escaped into the Primordial God's Mansion and was about to ask Fuyue, Xiaoxiaoxian, and Pigu to give him some advice on the mission. Suddenly, his heart seemed to be touched by something. He subconsciously closed his eyes and meditated, and in his mind In the meantime, he couldn't help but imagine the scene when Qing Zhizun killed Feng Ziyi's entire clan through Karma.
cause and effect.
"cause and effect!"
Zhao Fan drew out the Kong Wu Knife from his back, floated in the void, and slashed his swords one after another. At the same time, he shook his head frequently and said as if correcting: "No... it's not like that... it's still wrong."
As the number of swings and denials increased, he felt that he was getting closer and closer to the direction he wanted.
But the power of the sword is getting weaker and weaker!
Fuyue, Xiaoxiaoxian, and Pigu stood in the distance and looked at this side, all puzzled.
"What exactly did the little junior brother realize?"
"Why does the power of the sword I feel keep weakening?"
"According to this trend, when I finally realize it, it is very likely that I will be able to cut off even a piece of wood with one sword."
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at this time.
Kong Wu Dao was also confused, and its voice entered Zhao Fan's consciousness, "Boy, what on earth are you playing at? People's enlightenment is in the direction of becoming stronger, but you, the more you understand, the more you turn around. At all, It's a waste of energy on something meaningless..."
Before it could finish speaking, Zhao Fan shouted coldly: "Shut up."
"..." Kong Wu Dao secretly said: "Okay, if you dare to be so cruel to me, I will never give you a chance when the Hunyuan War is over!"
And Zhao Fan, under the three puzzled eyes in the distance, was still going his own way and following the guidance of his feelings to understand.
This lasted for ten days and ten nights!
"Right, that is it!"
Finally, at this moment, as if Zhao Fan saw the first ray of light after groping for endless years in the dark night, he detonated the magic domain, triggered the blessing of the Dao pattern, and used all his means to slash the last knife into the void.
Wherever the Kongwu sword passed, not to mention shaking the void, it didn't even shake the floating dust. The sword had no power at all!
But what confused Kong Wu Dao, Fu Yue, Xiao Xiao Xian and Pi Gu was that while Zhao Fan sheathed the knife, he opened his eyes with an unstoppable smile on his face. Not only that, he also took out A jar of famous wine from outside the world, which is more expensive than the treasure of the great master, drank it in one gulp, then laughed loudly and said: "It's so happy!!!"
The height that the Eternal Dao Tree grows during the period of enlightenment is half as high as all the secret techniques in the past including the "Nine Jue Slash of Destruction" combined.
In other words, it is now two and a half times as big as before!
Zhao Fan casually threw the wine jar on the ground and looked at the motionless dust in the void. "This is my original secret sword technique, so I named it...Causal Slash."
Fuyue, Xiaoxiaoxian, and Pigu flashed in front of Zhao Fan.
Fuyue asked: "Junior brother, what have you been enlightening in the past ten days? It's just as I guessed. I saw the last sword clearly when you started it. You definitely used the detonation of the magic field and the blessing of the Dao pattern. It should have been It’s a sword with extreme power, but it’s strangely reduced to the point where it doesn’t even have a trace of power.”
"No, the power of that sword has not weakened in any way. It still contains my ultimate power."
Zhao Fan said mysteriously: "However, except for me, no one can feel it even if they are close at hand!!!"
