The entire Wanshan Mountain was like a piece of pastry at half past noon, with the information updated by [Futu] cut through it with a knife.
This indicates that in the next hour, half of the entire land will be a living area and half will be a dead area.
At this moment, those who were in the dead zone, those who still had hope, put down the fight in front of them and began to move to the living zone.
Of course, those who are already in the living area will not be idle. They almost unanimously made a similar decision, that is, to jointly prevent people in the dead area from entering the living area.
They began to gather at the edge of the living area.
No one organized or directed, it was all based on maximizing self-interest.
[Futu] This game, at this point, where the small teams were fighting to survive and advance, suddenly turned into a confrontation between two armies.
The key is that natural disasters are still going on. Although many people have understood that they can only last for a stick of incense, wherever they go, disasters are real. Once they occur, there will still be countless deaths and injuries.
Therefore, people born in the dead zone, regardless of their own strength, are completely at a disadvantage in all aspects.
Lu Ran, Ke Zhizi, Chu Yi, and more than ten patrolling apprentices who had survived were now sitting under a reverse slope, watching all this happen with cold eyes.
The dead seek life, the living seek survival, who is more ruthless than who?
Without him, just kill with your eyes closed.
Lu Ran watched without blinking, his palms were sweaty, but he still couldn't hold back and expressed his opinion.
"Why do I feel that this [Fu Tu] is just a joke? If you want to compete, then compete well. If you want to kill, just kill directly. Why do you keep going around like this? Are you tired?"
While speaking, a burly monk in gray clothes in the dead zone was thrown out by a bloody spear, drawing two sad arcs.
"Brother Ran, I don't understand very well. You said they want to select the strong ones and decide the winner. Why don't they have an arena competition? Why don't they just finish it like we do in a competition? Killing here and there like this, what's the point? Don’t you all teach your own people?”
Ke Zhizi frowned. She couldn't bear to look at everything behind her. She never looked back and stared blankly at a tree with a crooked neck in front of her.
But the sounds of killing and fighting were like the wind passing through her ears, and she couldn't ignore them.
"You guys, it seems you are really inexperienced and don't understand this immortal religion. Listen up, this immortal religion is called Huan Jiao. What is a ring? It is a circle. What is the symbol of Huan Jiao? It is also a circle. It just likes to put Everything is circled. The emphasis of the Huan Cult is called 'natural selection, survival of the strong'. As long as you are strong, the leader of the Huan Cult will accept any kind of disciples, open any kind of sect for you, and... You can turn a blind eye to your mistakes.”
Chu Yi still looked a little shaken, as if he couldn't stand for a long time, so he could only lie down half-lying. After drinking a few sips of wine, he got slightly better and said this long sentence.
Lu Ran found it very boring: "So, this Huan Cult is not a good one, and the leader is not a good person either?"
"It can't be said that Huanjiao still has more advantages than disadvantages for the entire Zhennan. Without them guarding that Tai'er Mountain, these eight countries might have been occupied by Xia Ya's gang of northerners." Chu Yi continued to explain: " As for the leader, you can never define a 'perfect immortal' by good or bad. Gods and men are unpredictable, just like the Tao itself. We, small people, eat meat and drink alcohol, and we can't even understand how to cultivate immortals. We must not use common sense to think. For example, the true meaning of [Fu Tu], and the origin of the Wanshan True Dragon, there are so many things that start but never end. Who can know what they are going to do? And even if you know, what can you do?"
Chu Yi's words were a bit cowardly, but they were also truthful.
Lu Ran didn't want to argue with him, but for no reason, he suddenly recalled the past and mentioned: "I have encountered a similar thing before, but the group of people were looking for a key, and then used the key to hunt for treasure. "
Lu Ran told Chu Yi about the experience in "Shui Laoguan" two years ago, hiding the characters and details.
Chu Yi was silent. He had probably heard and seen a lot of similar things. He was not very interested. He just said perfunctorily: "Whether it's treasure hunting or refining, the lives of tens of thousands of us, the lives of us people... Life, in fact, has been rotating in this Tao. Now that you have entered the Tao and entered the game, you will be at ease, but you should think more about how to survive the next hour, and be sincere."
"Yes." Lu Ran nodded, but his mind drifted elsewhere.
Chu Yi took a few more gulps of wine, then looked blankly at the sky and said no more.
Not far away, the fierce battle continued.
That line between life and death that originally did not exist in reality, with fighting, bloodshed, immortals falling to the ground, and monsters being punished, slowly emerged in front of our eyes, becoming clear and turning into a trace that can no longer be erased. .
It became a dead line.
Once you cross this line of death, you can touch the edge of life.
To hold on to this death line is to prevent death from crossing the line.
So the two people, who had never met each other before, came up and wanted to fight each other to the death, with you and without me.
Is this the way of heaven?
This is more like a child's game, right?
At noon, the sun is shining brightly, but can it be stronger than the one in the turbid sea that year?
Chu Yi's words, coupled with his long-standing understanding of this world, suddenly gave Lu Ran an idea.
Looking at the "death line" on the ground, he thought about the peaks and valleys, vegetation and wild animals he saw in the sky, as well as Fenli Town, Jumu Temple, the disappeared "Eight Immortals Tower", and even The bottomless pit that appeared after disappearing...
Vaguely, he seemed to know that the legendary "leader", the "perfect immortal", the dark giant-eyed temple, those true immortals, the Lord of Mount Li, and the way of heaven, they were planning something. What, he seemed to understand the true meaning of [Futu].
He turned his excited eyes to Ke Zhizi, only to find that Ke Zhizi was also looking at him intently.
"Brother Ran..." Ke Zhizi stopped talking.
"Huh? What do you want to say?"
"It's nothing... I was wondering if Young Master and Yang Ya... might also be in the dead zone and are struggling to get here."
Ke Zhizi smiled slightly, her light blue eyes a little dodgey.
Lu Ran tried to smile casually and kindly: "What exactly do you want to say? It doesn't matter, we are friends, good friends who have experienced life and death together."
"I...I can't be friends with the young master's friends." Ke Zhizi still said the same thing.
"It's okay. Hui Huan and I are friends with Lu Ran and Hui Huan. My friends with you are Lu Ran and Ke Zhizi. Do you understand what I mean?"
Although Lu Ran's words were a bit bad, Ke Zhizi understood them.
Ke Zhizi raised his brows and his voice was clearer than ever before: "Brother Ran, I want to tell you that I just had a dream..."
Lu Ran sat upright, forgetting about the "way of heaven".
However, in front of his eyes, there was suddenly a streak of gunfire that was white and bloody, and it stabbed Ke Zhizi in the back of the heart.
Some people died, but not completely...
