The atmosphere in the field suddenly became subtle.
Xing Zhan's expression has never improved since Li Han refuted him.
Undoubtedly, this little girl from the Bird-beak Clan who had almost no fighting power and the old woman recommended by the urban king Jiang Qian were people they looked down upon.
But once someone comes forward to win him over, it's like snatching his right to speak and challenging his authority.
No matter how you look at it, it's uncomfortable!
The coldness condensed in his eyes became heavier and heavier.
But Xing Zhan didn't say anything. With a sneer on his lips, he looked at the field.
Gu Ling from the Birdbeak Tribe is actually still very young.
She was frail, and wore a snow-white dress decorated with colorful feathers. She had big, clear eyes, yet very timid.
After Jianchou asked, her body tensed up and her lips trembled slightly.
Looking at Jianchou hesitantly, Gu Ling timidly said, "Can we, can we?"
us
Jianchou, who was looking at Gu Ling, was slightly surprised after hearing these two words.
She subconsciously thought of Gu Ling and looked to the side. Standing next to her was an old woman with a bent back. She had a head full of silver hair and wrinkles on her face, but she gave people a very simple feeling.
Except for the kitchen knife that looked a little out of place, she looked like an ordinary village woman.
us…
There is no one else on the field.
It turns out they knew each other.
Jianchou made a judgment naturally and replied with a smile: "Of course, it's just a matter of walking through the passage, it's not a big deal."
At that moment, Gu Ling's face showed a bit of surprise and gratitude, but the look she gave Jianchou was also mixed with curiosity and scrutiny.
Almost subconsciously, she glanced at Li Han over there.
But Li Han didn't react at all, as if he agreed.
She bit her lip, pulled the sleeve of the old woman next to her, and whispered, "Then I'll go with my mother-in-law. Mother-in-law?"
After saying that, she looked to her side.
The white-haired old woman glanced around the whole place, and she understood clearly in her heart: they actually had no other choice, either they could go together or join Li Han's side. As for Xing Zhan, he would not accept them.
What's more, it may not be safe over there.
So, after taking a deep look at Jianchou, the white-haired old woman bowed and thanked Jianchou: "Then I'll have to trouble you, Miss Jianchou."
"No problem, please."
Jianchou stepped aside and motioned for them to come over.
So, Gu Ling nodded, held the old woman's hand, and walked to Jianchou and the others, standing near Chen Tingyan - it was obvious that no one wanted to get close to a man with a deadly face like Zhang Tang and a killing god like Li Han.
Seeing this, Jianchou laughed secretly in his heart.
She was about to turn around and walk back to say something to everyone, but unexpectedly, a sneer suddenly came from the other side: "You are such a burden, you are really open-minded. Aren't you afraid of dying if you go in? Hahaha..."
Gu Ling, who had just stood still, almost immediately turned pale and showed a somewhat embarrassed expression.
Jianchou also frowned and looked across. The person who was speaking was standing behind Xing Zhan. He was tall and thin, with a high spirit on his face. He was looking at him with a disdainful expression.
The Impermanence Clan, Xing Fei.
I have an impression of this person.
Before taking the written test in the square, Xing Zhan once joked about her name, saying "She gets worried about everyone she sees." It was Xing Fei who laughed the loudest at that time.
She looked back at him, her frown slowly loosened, and she actually revealed a faint smile, and said calmly: "Life and death are determined by fate, as for whether it will be delayed or not, Brother Xing Fei, please don't worry about it. The eighteen levels of hell are about to open, Brother Xing Fei should pay more attention to himself."
After all, among this group of people, Xing Fei's cultivation level is not very high. Now he dares to stand out and ridicule others, simply because he relies on the current power of the Wuchang Clan.
Can…
Once the eighteen levels of hell open, this so-called "momentum" will be of no use to us.
"you!"
Xing Fei obviously didn't expect that his sarcasm would be met with such a meaningful and veiled remark!
This female cultivator is so brave!
"How dare a mere Soul Bead Realm cultivator speak so arrogantly!"
Raising his hand and pressing on his waist, Xing Fei became angry and wanted to do something immediately.
However, the moment he raised his hand, a gloomy and oppressive aura slowly rose from another corner of the field and almost immediately hit his heart, making him feel cold all over and his heart tremble!
This is…
Xing Fei was shocked and turned around to look—
He was wearing a navy blue robe and standing not too far from Jianchou, with his hands behind his back, not saying a word. His deep blue glass eyes showed undisguised sneer as he looked at him.
Severe cold!
"Xing Fei!"
At the critical moment, Xing Zhan, who had been watching, shouted loudly.
"What are you doing?"
"I… "
Xing Fei hadn't come to his senses yet and subconsciously wanted to refute.
However, Xing Zhan had already rebuked him harshly: "Although we are now divided into two factions, we are both monks from the City of the Dead. Do you want to kill each other like an ungrateful wolves?!"
“That’s right.”
Xing Fei raised his head and exchanged glances with Xing Zhan, then he dropped his hands from his waist in hatred and sneered, "Brother is right, why should I bother with such a loser!"
Xing Zhan smiled and patted his shoulder, but gave Jianchou a half-smiley look and said, "There is still some time before midnight. Let's go and discuss what to do after entering the Eighteen Layers of Hell."
"good."
Xing Fei agreed, and the two walked back to the crowd on the opposite side.
Jianchou, who was sitting opposite him, sneered in his heart.
This is a play!
It was obvious that Xing Fei wanted to take action because of a disagreement, but he didn't expect Li Han to release his pressure immediately, and he didn't dare to move.
Although Xing Fei's cultivation level was not low, compared with Li Han's amazing combat power, how could he possibly fight back
Therefore, Xing Zhan came out to give some hypocritical advice, and in his words he also indirectly criticized Li Han for killing the monks from the City of the Dead, and he was an ungrateful person.
This is truly the most ridiculous joke that Jianchou has ever heard since entering the Extreme Realm!
She shook her head, turned around with a smile, and walked back to her side. She glanced at Li Han and said, "Thank you, Master Li Han."
His imposing aura and pressure were put away after Xing Zhan and Xing Fei retreated.
In response to Jianchou's thanks, he nodded casually but said nothing.
She didn't know if it was Jianchou's illusion, but she felt that Li Han didn't look particularly unkind at the moment, but the distant and cold look in his eyes was deeper than before.
Is it because she didn't know him in the past that she feels that this Li Han is different from the one in the rumors
A slight doubt flashed through his heart, and Jianchou glanced at them.
Seven people.
In addition to Zhang Tang, Chen Tingyan, Li Han, Gu Ling, the old woman and Jianchou himself, the other person was Chen Tingyan's fellow member of the Dayu tribe, named Wang Renjie.
This person was wearing a gray robe and seemed to have little presence. He just stood next to Chen Tingyan.
Because the Day Traveler Clan and the Impermanence Clan had an old grudge, he could only stay with Chen Tingyan. They didn't talk much from beginning to end and seemed lukewarm.
Because the monks had amazing memories, everyone had seen the virtual images cast on the Dingzheng Nebula scroll, and they knew the names of the seventeen people in front of them, so there was no need to introduce themselves to each other.
Jianchou knew Zhang Tang, Chen Tingyan, and Li Han at the same time, but there was no connection between Zhang Tang, Li Han, and Chen Tingyan, and they were even at odds with each other.
So, Jianchou became the only one suitable to talk.
She sighed inwardly, thinking that their team was very strange, like a hodgepodge of strange creatures put together.
"It is indeed still a long time before midnight."
"Although we are a temporary team, we don't know how long we can survive. But everyone should know that the fight for the cauldron is dangerous and will eventually lead to mutual slaughter. But only the one who remains in the Eighteen Layers of Hell can become the cauldron leader."
Having said this, she paused and looked at everyone.
"I don't know, do you have any ideas?"
Zhang Tang, Li Han, and the old woman naturally didn't say anything. Wang Renjie was not familiar with Jianchou, so he didn't say anything either. The little girl Gu Ling shook her head, indicating that she had no idea.
In the end, only Chen Tingyan was left.
"Well... Jianchou, since you asked like this, you must have some ideas. You might as well just say it directly. We will listen to you."
Want to roll my eyes.
This team is like a dull gourd...
Jianchou felt an indescribable heaviness and sighed, "I do have an idea. There can only be one winner of the Ding Competition. But I believe that some of us don't want to fight for Ding Yuan. Rather than losing our lives, we want to survive."
Hearing this, Gu Ling nodded and involuntarily pulled the sleeve of the old woman next to her.
The white-haired old woman touched her head, and the look she gave Jianchou became somewhat strange.
It is really surprising that a person who was recommended by the Palace of Prince Qin Guang to enter the Dingzheng, who has the weakest Soul Pearl Realm cultivation in the history of the Extreme Domain, said, "I want to survive rather than lose my life."
Even Wang Renjie couldn't help but look at Jianchou.
Be calm in the face of sorrow.
She herself did not want to fight for Ding Yuan, but she had to reach the Eighteen Levels of Hell, and safely cross the Shi Tian Creation Array and return to the Nineteen Continents.
As for whether she would lose her life along the way, it depended on her luck.
"Before we reached the Eighteenth Level of Hell, there was actually no fundamental conflict of interest. In fact, we had the same goal - to get ahead of others and reach the lower hell as quickly as possible."
Using a common goal to bind together a group of people who were originally scattered was a strategy that Jianchou thought of at this moment.
As for what kind of changes will occur after going down, Jianchou cannot predict it.
So, she didn't think about it and just did the best she could at the moment.
After all, this is also related to her personal interests.
If everyone went together, firstly, the danger would be much less, and secondly, she would have a better chance of successfully getting down to the eighteenth floor.
Jianchou spoke as he looked around, and when he saw that no one said anything and that they agreed with what he had proposed, he felt a little relieved.
Finally, she spoke out.
"So, I think our group should avoid fighting along the way, and we should not initiate a fight with others, to ensure that we reach the seventeenth floor as quickly as possible. At that time, we will fight among ourselves and kill each other, and then solve the problem. Before that, we will focus on speed. What do you think?"
"… "
No one spoke for a moment.
It is undeniable that Jianchou's words were clear-headed, well-organized, feasible, and in line with everyone's fundamental purpose.
only…
On the other hand, she saw things too clearly.
The essence of the fight is to kill each other.
She didn't shy away from the fact that some people would go their separate ways or even draw their swords against each other if they turned back. She said frankly that everyone could do whatever they wanted when they reached the 17th floor. This directly touched the dark spots and itchy spots in the hearts of those who were interested in Ding Yuan...
"I have no objection to such a plan."
Wang Renjie was the first to agree.
Chen Tingyan spread out his fan and smiled elegantly: "Of course I will only follow the lead of Chou Ma."
Zhang Tang nodded slowly.
Gu Ling and the old woman looked at each other and said, "We have no objection."
Finally, everyone looked at Li Han together.
Li Han raised his eyebrows slightly, but kept looking at Jianchou, with a few glimmers in his eyes, as if he was exploring: "No objection."
This look...
So sharp.
Did he notice something
Jianchou had a strange premonition in his heart, but it was vague and could not be clearly explained.
It is indeed in everyone's interest to go down as quickly as possible, but in fact it is in Jianchou's interest the most.
If she could get ahead of the others, she would have enough time to pass through the Shi Tian Creation Array.
But if she follows others, she will not only have to face the battle in the eighteen levels of hell, but also have to be careful of attacks from those who come later.
For her, there is really no other option except "fast".
If everyone thinks about it more deeply, they will find that this plan is not actually the best.
The best plan is to be a fisherman, wait for the snipe and the clam to fight, and then wait for the opportunity to act, rather than rushing all the way. However, Jianchou mentioned that everyone can disperse at will in the 17th level of hell, and everyone thought that it is not too late to "wait for an opportunity to act" in the 17th level of hell.
Therefore, they hardly noticed the slightest abnormality in Jianchou's proposal.
Li Han
Jianchou calmly withdrew his gaze, his voice normal, and said calmly: "Since everyone agrees, let's do it this way. Let's take a rest first and wait for the gates to the eighteen levels of hell to open."
After saying that, she found a corner and sat down cross-legged, placed the pitch-black Wind-Swallowing Sword on her knees, raised her hands and pressed them on the scabbard, then looked up.
Zhang Tang had no intention of meditating or resting. He just stood beside the steps, looking at the tripod in the center with a calm look.
Gu Ling and the old woman also found a place to sit down.
Chen Tingyan on the other side almost wanted to walk towards Jianchou immediately, but Wang Renjie pulled him aside and said, "I have something to ask you," and spoke in a low voice.
Only Li Han, after taking a quick look around, actually came directly to Jianchou's side, lifted his robe, and also sat down cross-legged.
Part of the navy blue robe was spread on the ground. The evil ghost pattern embroidered on it had a ferocious beauty under the golden light.
His fingers were like dry bones, resting on his knees, and the dark green tripod ring on his index finger made the finger look even paler.
The back is straight and the temperament is extraordinary.
This gesture, falling into Jianchou's eyes, suddenly awakened certain scenes hidden in his memory...
Suddenly I felt something subtle.
The fingers on the scabbard trembled, and she slowly turned her eyes away, looking at Ding Zheng Jin Ling in front of her, but she spoke casually: "Have Master Li and I known each other in the past?"
The two people sat almost side by side in a straight line, so their shoulders were also in a straight line.
When Li Han heard this, he simply lowered his eyelids, hiding all the dark light in his eyes, and the fingers resting on his knees did not even move, as if his emotions were completely calm.
His voice was cold, and he used an extremely strange tone to slowly speak: "I have been practicing in the Extreme Region for forty or fifty years. I see that you are so young and you have just arrived. I guess you and I are isolated on the island of the human world and don't know each other."
"Li Han" had been practicing in the Extreme Realm for forty or fifty years, and Jianchou had never lived to that age. There was no chance for him to meet him on an isolated island in the human world, let alone in the City of the Dead.
So...
Jianchou curled his lips silently.
Chen Tingyan on the other side quickly finished talking to Wang Renjie and walked over.
Jianchou did not speak again, or rather, she did not intend to speak again. She just slowly closed her eyes, and her perception of the whole body was raised to the extreme.
At this time, the thinking is also the clearest.
Once the Eighteen Levels of Hell are used as the venue for a fight, even the Eight Directions Yama Palace cannot interfere.
This was her opportunity.
She had ten formation plates in her hands, three for defense and seven for offense; she also had three killer magic weapons, which could easily kill those in the early stages of Jade Nirvana, but even those in the peak stages of Jade Nirvana could easily die if she wasn't careful; she also had elixirs, talismans and other things to support her.
Now that her cultivation is at the lowest level, she could lose her life if she is not careful, so the first thing she needs to guard against is attacks from others.
So, after a little thought, Jianchou separated a part of his mind and sank it into the Qiankun bag.
The fingers on the scabbard moved slightly, and a small array plate appeared in the palm of her hand, which she pressed silently.
A strange wave spread out from her palm to her entire body.
However, except for Li Han who looked back at her, no one else noticed.
Light and shadow flow inside the building.
Under the cover of the nebula, it is difficult to distinguish between day and night.
Everyone in the City of the Dead has begun to make adjustments, waiting for the moment the door opens, but the nebula scroll is not peaceful at all.
There are a total of eighty-six people participating in this competition, including eighteen people from the City of the Dead.
But because of Li Han's ruthless behavior, a ghost cultivator from the Leopard Tail Clan died early, and his virtual image immediately shattered from the scroll when he died.
After that, the seventeen people in the scroll remained motionless.
But the other virtual images disappeared from time to time.
Even Fengdu City was missing four people.
Obviously, this was the same as the situation in the Wrongful Death City. There must have been fighting, and people died. However, the people in the building did not have the Xuan Ring to observe the situation, so they did not know who had done it.
The only thing that can be confirmed through the Nebula Scroll is that the favorites to win the championship this year are still there.
Pan Hexun from the Wheel King Palace, Niu Dongliang from the Bull Head Clan, and Zhong Lanling from the Ghost King Clan...
When midnight was approaching, Jianchou opened his eyes and first looked up. After seeing the situation clearly, he counted carefully and couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "The powerful ones are not dead yet..."
Chen Tingyan had already opened his eyes at this moment, and he almost rolled his eyes when he heard this.
"Isn't this certain? After I watched, there was a tough battle. There were more than a dozen people from Fengdu City who entered the third round this year. Judging from their bloodthirsty nature, they stopped after only four died. Apparently, they also formed an alliance. Hehe, what a show..."
“You are in the play too.”
Jianchou stood up with his sword in hand and reminded with great interest.
The smile on his face froze, and Chen Tingyan stopped talking for a moment: "You are so cruel!"
When you are in a play, how can you have the right to lament about others
He shook his head, sighed, and touched his neck: "Why can't I think straight and come to participate in the competition..."
Jianchou heard it, but did not comment.
Chen Tingyan just looked like a fool. He was not forced to come to Dingzheng, so how could he not have ambitions? It was just that he hid it very well, and she pretended not to know.
At this moment, the atmosphere on the entire floor has completely frozen.
The two groups stood opposite each other, clearly separated, but they all raised their heads and looked at the golden cylinder and the golden runes floating and flashing on it.
As soon as midnight arrived, a strange "rustling" noise was heard.
The countless golden runes that formed the Ding Zheng Golden Order and were suspended in the air were flowing and spinning in all directions like scattered flowers breaking through the waves.
Amidst the metallic sound of water, the Ding Zheng Jin Ling actually spun into a huge circle, almost covering the open space below the ground floor.
“Boom!”
The ring spun a circle, and immediately a strong wind blew!
Jianchou, who was standing closer, had his sky blue robe fluttering in the air.
She looked up and felt a wave of fear in her heart.
The dazzling golden light on the Ding Zhengjin Order suddenly dimmed during the rotation, as if it had turned from a piece of gold into a piece of stone!
“Boom—”
The circle formed by the golden order continued to rotate.
The golden light dims a little more!
The entire circle seemed to be stained with ink, gradually turning into a strange pure black.
Soon, the last bit of golden light was swallowed up by darkness.
“Crack!”
It was as if a key turned and clicked into place, and the door opened instantly!
At that moment, a cold breath suddenly came from the center of the circle, covering everyone's heads.
The door to slaughter has opened at midnight!
Inside the pitch-black circle was a grayish-white world, a chaotic mess where nothing could be seen clearly.
The tripod rings worn by everyone emitted a dark green light almost at the same time, as if they sensed the opening of the door and urged everyone to get in.
only…
No one moved.
Jianchou and Xing Zhan had been enemies for a long time and were now eyeing them covetously.
Who knows if one party leaves first, will the other party take the opportunity to do something ruthless
Therefore, at this critical moment, everyone forced themselves to hold back.
"Boom..."
After turning extremely dark, the ring was still rotating, and soon it completed a circle.
When it reached the next circle, a little golden light leaked out.
Oops!
The door has actually started to close!
Jianchou frowned, and his eyes met Xing Zhan's almost instantly, and they said almost at the same time: "Let's go!"
Now there is no need to argue about who comes first.
Almost at the same time as their words fell, both sides flew out from the ground and headed straight towards the gray and chaotic world in the circle above their heads!
The cold breath approached instantly.
There is also a vague sense of disturbing depression.
Jianchou held the sword in one hand and placed the other hand on the array plate, and was about to plunge into it.
However, there was a deep white light that suddenly flashed across the street!
"call out!"
It turned out to be a long white iron chain, like a poisonous python, shooting towards Jianchou like lightning!
The Impermanence clan, the soul-catching rope!