Seeing that Zhuzhu ignored them, those people began to curse loudly, mostly meaning that Zhuzhu and others were cold-blooded and ruthless and refused to save them.
Jiang Xia was so angry that she wanted to fight back, but was stopped by Zhuzhu: "You don't have to worry about the dying person."
After hearing Zhuzhu's words, those people were shrouded in the shadow of death, and evil suddenly emerged from their courage. They did not dare to snatch the fruits from the monks of Taiqing Sect and Qiankun Sect, but they set their sights on Zhuzhu and the others.
Since you will definitely die if you don't find the non-poisonous amber glass fruit, it's better to fight before you die. Anyway, there are many of them, there is always a chance to grab the fruit from their hands.
After seeing their intentions, Zhuzhu silently summoned the Silver Moon Sword, and Ni Sifeng and Song Pingting were also ready to fight. If you try to take advantage of them, you will only die faster.
After some hesitation, Qiao Yu and Wu Mingxuan also stood beside them. In any case, they had to be reminded by Taoist Fellow Xiao Ni to be one step ahead of others.
As for these casual cultivators who did not pick the non-toxic amber glaze fruit, the only reason is that they did not choose to believe Taoist Brother Xiao Ni at the first time, and later tried to kidnap him morally, and then turned against him after the moral kidnapping failed.
If they were Taoist Brother Xiao Ni, they wouldn't pay attention to these people.
But at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and a bottomless crack appeared under the feet of many monks.
Among them were those casual cultivators who wanted to snatch the amber glass fruit from Zhuzhu and others.
A large amount of black smoke floated out from the cracks, and then turned into countless black hands, grabbing those people's ankles and dragging them into the cracks.
Those people struggled desperately, but no matter how hard they struggled, they were still firmly grasped by the black palms and could not break free.
"Help me...I don't want to die..."
Seeing half of their bodies being dragged into the crack, they could feel the eerie and cold breath coming from underneath them. After those breaths entered the body, half of their bodies immediately lost consciousness, and a large amount of life left their bodies and was swallowed up by those breaths. It is said that the place under the crack must be the dead zone.
These people seemed to be desperately trying to grab the last straw before drowning. Even if they were dragged into the crack, they were still shouting for help to their companions and those who were closer.
Even those casual cultivators who had wanted to snatch the amber glaze fruit from Zhuzhu and others had a drastic change of attitude, admitting their mistake and asking for help from everyone.
But no one dared to lend a helping hand to save these people, not because they were too cold and heartless, but because they were afraid that these resentful ghosts in the Dead Realm would bring them into the Dead Realm together.
Soon these people were unable to withstand the power of many resentful ghosts, and were all pulled into the cracks.
The cracks on the ground also disappeared, the fruit trees retracted into the soil, and everything returned to the same as before, except that there were hundreds of people missing from the square.
Although the square returned to its original state, the strange thing is that the mysterious power of Tianwaitian did not take away the amber glazed fruits from the hands of the survivors. Judging from this meaning, these amber glazed fruits should be a reward for them to pass the level.
Zhuzhu calmly put it into the storage ring. This amber glass fruit is much more precious than the ninth-grade baby-washing fruit.
The harvest from just one amber glaze fruit was worth all her gains from the Wuya Secret Realm.
The others also gradually understood that this was a gift from Heaven and Earth. They immediately forgot about the terrifying scene just now and happily put away the amber glass fruit.
However, before they could be happy for long, the square shook again.
The movement this time was much louder than the previous movement. Under the gaze of everyone, a ring slowly rose in the center of the square.
At the same time, the familiar deep voice sounded in their minds again: "The Heroes Arena Competition has officially begun. Life and death are at stake in the arena. Only the fifty people who are still standing in the arena can automatically advance to the next level."
What a sentence about life and death!
In other words, this level is about to start a group battle with bloodshed.
Zhuzhu was not very excited. On the contrary, she felt uncomfortable as if she had turned into a chess piece on a chessboard and been manipulated at will.
It was as if outside this world, there were some people using them as pawns and manipulating them to kill each other to please themselves.
In order to attract people like them, trial towers were specially built in various spiritual worlds, so that those who got the opportunity in the trial towers would flock to them even more. Thinking about it this way, it was really a big game!
And it happens every five hundred years.
It’s the person who doesn’t know how to play chess, the person behind the control of the outer world, but is it an immortal from the upper realm or a god from a higher realm?
It is said that immortals or gods who have ascended to the upper realm cannot interfere in the affairs of the lower realm. So how did these people deceive the rules of heaven and attract monks from the lower realm to come and start such a group competition?
And why do these immortals or gods let them, the little chess pieces of the lower world, fight with each other?
Is it just to spice up the boring and long life for fun, or is it because you really have a love for talents and want to help the monks in the lower world become immortals?
For some reason, Zhuzhu prefers the first option deep down in her heart.
These gods are not the compassionate ones in the myths and stories of the previous life on Earth, who like to save the world and save people. It is impossible for them to be so kind to strangers, especially those in the lower world who are like ants to them.
Even if she didn't want to face her true inner feelings, Zhuzhu had to admit that as she lived longer and her cultivation level gradually increased, except for some people she cared about, she became more and more indifferent to the life and death of others.
The innocence and kindness that I once had in my heart have long since been wiped out by countless fights and killings.
Of course, if she was really the Virgin White Lotus, she might have died long ago. A pure good person in the world of cultivation would not live long at all.
Nowadays, she is just a Jindan Daoist, but she is becoming more and more indifferent to the outside world. How can those gods who have lived for tens of thousands of years be so kind to distribute resources to the monks in the lower world every five hundred years.
Perhaps these chess pieces are the immortals with extremely long lifespans, a spice to pass the boring days.
But Zhuzhu is not willing to be the spice of other people's lives, even if that person is the supreme god.
However, when her strength cannot escape from chess and cards, and she cannot escape from the fate of being a chess piece, she still has to learn to bow to her fate and compromise.
She still had to go on the stage, and the game still had to continue. Even if she didn't want to be a pawn in the hands of others, she still had to live so that she could have a chance to become stronger and escape the fate of being a pawn.
Because some disobedient cultivators and family members died in the previous level, there are only about forty people left in the team led by Song Pingting.
The demonic cultivators such as Shen You Sect and Qi Qing Palace were even worse. Only Yu Chuanyun and his two junior brothers were still alive.
In fact, they didn't distinguish the non-toxic amber glazed fruits in the previous level, but the three blind cats happened to pick the non-toxic amber glazed fruits when they encountered a dead mouse.
Fu Xiaoxiao and the other demon cultivators were not as lucky as Yu Chuanyun, so they all died in the previous level.
A group with only three people left in the ring is the most dangerous.
Yu Chuanyun and the other three also knew that it would be difficult for the three of them to pass this test, so they had to pray to Song Pingting and others to let the three of them join the team.
Yu Chuanyun's strength was about the same as that of Wu Mingxuan and Qiao Yu, so the two of them thought it would be okay to let the three of them join, and they could ensure more people entered the top fifty.
But they were rejected by Song Pingting and Zhuzhu at the same time.
The presence of Yu Chuanyun and the three of them is just the icing on the cake for the forty of them, who are not weak in strength. Without them, there will not be much loss.
What's more, with the lessons learned from those casual cultivators, Song Pingting was even more unwilling to accept the demonic cultivators who had little credibility with her and the two Daoist Fellows Ni.
