Boom...
The violent movement made the world tremble.
Thick qi and blood permeated everywhere, like a sea of blood, covering all things.
The sound of fighting, screams, and laughter... intertwined into a never-ending world of killing.
Qin Feng was floating in the void, he could see everything, but those who were fighting could not see his existence.
This is a privilege given to him by the god of death, allowing him to observe the killing contest from the perspective of God as an outsider.
Looking at the corpses all over the ground, the blood flowing wantonly, this twisted and hideous world is enough to make anyone's heart jump.
Qin Feng even saw that a father and son were fighting each other, scarred by each other, but they refused to put down their swords, insisting on putting each other to death.
Brothers slaughtered, father and son turned against each other, husband and wife confrontation... scenes of ruining three views were constantly being staged.
"Are they... crazy?"
Qin Feng's heart trembled.
But then I thought about it, if he stood in the position of these people, how would he choose
Give up survival for the sake of morality
But to survive and become disrespectful of the six relatives, no different from beasts
Qin Feng repeatedly questioned his heart and seemed to have a trace of suspicion.
But in the eyes of those people, even if they don't do anything, there must be other enemies who will kill their friends and relatives.
Moreover, in this completely lost world, how can there be so much morality at all
"Qin Feng, you have to know one thing. Selling my soul to me does not mean that I will accept it all. Some people are not worthy to stay. Do you understand what I mean?"
Qin Feng's ear suddenly heard the voice of Infinite Death.
In other words.
Those who participate in the killing contest are all at the price of selling their souls, but this is not to say that once they fail, they can become ghost slaves around the god of death.
How high is the vision of the god of death
The ghost slaves he chose must be among the elite.
In other words, if someone he doesn't like, if they die in the killing contest, they will die completely.
"It's really cruel."
Qin Feng took a breath.
"There are more cruel things. What you see now is only the qualifying round of the killing contest. You haven't even entered the'City of Killing'. That is the real battlefield."
The god of death said again.
There are many people participating in the killing contest, and at least one hundred thousand participate in each contest.
There are only one hundred seats in the Slaughter City.
The top 100 people with the highest killing value are eligible to enter the city of killing for the final competition.
The so-called kill value is directly linked to the number of kills. Every time a person is killed, the kill value will increase by one point.
Under such rules, those with the weakest strength will naturally become cannon fodder, and they will be madly slaughtered by the strong to grab points.
As the competition continues, there are fewer and fewer underdogs, everyone is a master, and the difficulty of competing with each other will suddenly increase.
In addition, after killing the opponent, you can get half of the opponent's kill value.
Therefore, there are still some confident strong men who are too lazy to spend their energy to slaughter the weak, but directly focus on the high-scoring players.
"Can I enter the Slaughter City and see?"
Qin Feng asked again.
"Bringing you to the killing world is already giving you the greatest privilege. If you want to enter the killing city, you can only rely on your own ability."
Grim Reaper said with a smile.
Before entering the city of slaughter, no one knew what was going on inside. This mysterious and unknown feeling would also make people feel terrified.
Of course, if Qin Feng observes the Slaughter City from the perspective of God, he will take a big advantage, and this is not allowed.
Since he couldn't enter the Slaughter City, Qin Feng focused on observing the situation of the qualifying match.
In this round of the killing contest, those who can rank among the top 100, at least have the cultivation base of the ancient gods.
It is hard for Qin Feng to believe that so many ancient gods have emerged in just one game.
Although these ancient gods did not have physical bodies, but their souls had reached the stage of ancient gods, they were still incredible.
You know, Qin Feng's current soul cultivation is only the second heaven of ancient gods.
However, it is not to say that the ancient god of the second layer can safely enter the city of slaughter.
Qin Feng witnessed with his own eyes that a master of the ancient god of the second layer was attacked and besieged by several other people, sharing the killing value.
Within the specified time, those who did not enter the Slaughter City will be directly executed.
In the face of this desperate situation, everyone is a mad dog, and everyone should not be underestimated.
After a while, Qin Feng left the illusion and returned to the hall.
His face was pale and his eyes were heavy.
"How is it? Are you interested in playing it?"
Reaper laughed playfully.
Qin Feng was silent for a long time, and suddenly he glanced at the unconscious Iron Lady on the ground.
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"Can she participate, too?"
Qin Feng asked.
"of course can."
Reaper nodded and smiled.
"However, I don't recommend this."
He added another sentence.
"why?"
Qin Feng frowned.
"With her current strength, she can't even survive a second when she enters the world of slaughter."
Reaper bluntly said.
"Why is this? Isn't she able to restore her spirit power here?"
Qin Feng was surprised.
"You guessed it, the person who enters the Hell of Abi will always maintain what cultivation level he has when he comes."
"Of course, if you participate in the killing contest, you can cultivate in it and restore your soul power."
Reaper explained.
"How come there are such strange rules?"
Qin Feng looked speechless.
"This is the rule set by the last generation of death, and I can't change it either."
Reaper faintly smiled.
"If you follow this rule, Iron Lady is really not suitable for participating in the killing contest."
Qin Feng secretly gritted his teeth.
First of all, he and Iron Lady cannot participate in the same killing contest, otherwise the two will eventually face off.
If the two cannot participate in the same game, Qin Feng will not be able to protect the Iron Lady in the early stage.
Iron Lady is now weak in soul, and anyone can kill her, it is impossible to compete alone.
However, let Qin Feng leave Iron Lady alone, he couldn't do it in his heart.
"I want to ask, can the difficulty level of this killing contest be changed?"
Qin Feng asked a surprising question.
"The difficulty level can indeed be changed, what do you mean by that?"
The Infinite Death was slightly taken aback.
"Then, I want to take a gamble."
Qin Feng's face was stern.
"How to bet?"
The god of death looked at him with interest.
"I want to bet on double shares. I want to bet on Iron Lady's free body. If I win, we will both leave here."
Qin Fengyu was shocking.
If you gamble on the freedom of two people, then the difficulty of the killing contest will naturally double.
"For so many years, countless people participating in the killing contest, you are the first to bet double."
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