Suddenly, the world in the illusion suddenly rose up with wild sand, and dark clouds covered the sky and sun, as if it was the end of the world. Shen Feng stared blankly at everything that happened, because the place where Shen Feng and the sand people were was not affected at all. Just as he was about to ask, Sharen interrupted Shen Feng and said with a smile.
"Junior brother, everything that happens here now is the result of my casting. I don't have much time to exist. I have long lived enough of the fantasy sand that has survived for tens of thousands of years. Eventually, everything here will condense into a grain of sand. You can use it to create a grain of sand." Keep it, because this contains the technique that I have created with all my life's efforts - the sand world."
"After I leave, you should have a good understanding. It will be helpful to your future cultivation path. And the most important thing is that you must use this technique when you kill people from the Xingri Sect so that you can fulfill my wish. .”
After the sand man finished speaking, his body slowly became transparent, but his smile still remained. Before he disappeared, he asked one last question, "Junior brother, what is your name?"
Shen Feng quickly bowed and clasped his fists and said loudly, "Senior brother, my name is Shen Feng."
The moment Shen Feng finished speaking, the sand man disappeared. Finally, Kuangsha returned to calm, and a grain of sand floated in front of Shen Feng. Shen Feng held the sand in his right hand and was lost in thought.
In less than a stick of incense between Shen Feng and Sha Ren, Sha Ren recognized Shen Feng as his junior brother by virtue of Shen Feng's water drop and stone penetration, and gave him his life's hard work.
This kind of behavior touched Shen Feng because he had never had anyone care and pay attention to him before, and Sharen was the first one.
Just when Shen Feng's thoughts drifted away with the disappearance of the sand man, a loud roar brought Shen Feng back to reality.
"Listen up, disciples inside, take out all your temporary tokens and put your spiritual power into them, and you can come out."
Shen Feng collected the sand, then took out the temporary token from the storage bag, and then poured his spiritual power into it. A soft light spread all over Shen Feng, and then Shen Feng arrived at the trial square in a blink of an eye.
Shen Feng stood on the square and heard the comments from the people around him.
"What's going on? I was fighting with the sand man just now, and suddenly the sand swept the whole world, and then stopped again inexplicably."
"Yes, yes, I also encountered this situation. Could it be that the sect did this on purpose?"
Shen Feng listened to other people's conversations and looked very confused himself.
After a few breaths, a roar interrupted people's communication.
"Shut up! What monks cultivate is the heart. You see, when you encounter problems, you start to mess up. What a shame!" The person who spoke was the old man with Scar, Huo Yunzi.
"Please be patient, it's normal for our sect to have accidents." This time it was the gentle old man in yellow robe who spoke.
But just then a voice came from the crowd in the square
"Elder, I would like to ask you boldly, if there is a problem in the trial, how should the sect judge the standards for accepting disciples?" This person is a young man with sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes.
After this person finished speaking, the square fell into silence, and then a solemn voice sounded
"What our Demon Moon Sect wants is killing. Since the illusion trial has been interrupted, you can kill each other. The thirty people left after the killing is over will be my Demon Moon Sect's disciples. Before that, I will count five. If you want to give up, get out now."
This man is sitting in the center, with his white hair blowing in the wind, his face expressionless, and there is blood surrounding his body in every move he makes. He must have killed many people. He is the leader of the Demon Moon Sect, bloody killing!
"One, two, three, four" when the bloody shout reached four, the atmosphere gradually became depressing, making people breathless. Those with low cultivation levels and those who could not bear the pressure left the trial one after another. In the square, Shen Feng was also struggling in his heart and wanted to leave. He was not forced by this pressure, but he didn't like killing, but he only had one chance. He knew that if he wanted to become stronger, then this road would He had to go, so he gritted his teeth and stayed.
As the last five fell, there were only fifty people left in the square from the original hundreds. The lowest cultivation level was at the fifth level of Qi Condensation, and the highest cultivation level was at the eighth level.
I saw the leader of the Blood Killing Sect waved his hand, and a bloody light shield slowly rose up, shrouding the fifty people in it. Each of them was like a mountain pressing on their body, because what followed was a life and death battle, elimination. Twenty people will lose their lives permanently.
"Your killing begins!" the Blood Killing Sect said cruelly.
Immediately everyone got into an attacking posture, and then a shrill scream was heard from the crowd, followed by the sounds of various magical powers and weapons rubbing against each other.
The strategy Shen Feng formulated for himself was to protect himself wisely, try not to engage in life-and-death fights with others, use his powerful spiritual power to avoid the enemy's attacks, and delay until the end of time.
The idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. The monks in the square are divided into three areas. The first area is where the monks on the fifth level of Qi Condensation are the main targets of attacks. The second area is where the melee fights on the sixth and seventh levels of Qi Condensation are. In the third area, no one dared to provoke the monks on the eighth level of Qi Condensation, and the area they were in became a restricted area.
Shen Feng's mere evasion was listed as the target of most people's attack, because in their view, Shen Feng could only evade because of his lack of strength, and his equipment was only a short sword, and he did not even use magical powers.
"Hey, you take the dead man's spot first!" I saw a burly man swinging a heavy fist and hitting Shen Feng in the face. Shen Feng turned sideways and cleverly dodged it, and then tiptoed to the ground with the big man. Pulled away.
"Boy, you have some skills, but in the end it's all about showing off your skills." The big man mocked Shen Feng mercilessly.
Shen Feng ignored this, he just needed to stick to his principles.
The big man made a seal with his hands, and a shadow of a wolf appeared behind him, one foot tall, with red eyes, and rushed towards Shen Feng with its mouth wide open.
Shen Feng had already fought with the one-eyed snake, and the phantom of the wolf did not cause the slightest fluctuation in Shen Feng's heart. Shen Feng still tiptoed to the ground, deftly avoiding the wolf's attack.
The fight between Shen Feng and the big man gradually attracted the attention of a small group of people. Among these people, there was a short young man who also made a hand gesture and shot a beam of light from his hand to attack Shen Feng.
Shen Feng had already noticed the short young man's actions, so he turned sideways and hid again. Then the short young man and the big man jointly attacked Shen Feng.
Shen Feng fled forward easily, but the principle of good people being deceived came true for Shen Feng. There were already five people chasing behind Shen Feng, followed by ten, fifteen, and twenty people.
This funny scene made Shen Feng dumbfounded. He originally wanted to be a mess, but ended up provoking so many people.
