The evil woman cultivates immortality, and the whole clan offers sacrifice to the heaven

Chapter 160 Encountering a Demon

The monks wearing evil masks were like wild beasts on the loose, greedily searching for their prey.

The survival of the fittest is the only rule of this game.

Everyone knew it tacitly, and they took the initiative to avoid the strong ones at the level of Saint Sons and Quasi-Saint Sons, and only picked on the weak ones.

"It's time for us to take action, Meng Wan."

Xue Wuya whispered an order and then rushed towards several monks who were on the edge.

His figure was as fast as lightning, and he appeared in front of the two monks in the blink of an eye. He waved his right hand gently, bringing up two streaks of blood.

The two monks didn't even have time to react before they were killed on the spot and turned into two cold corpses.

"The Holy Son is mighty!"

Meng Wan gave a timely exclamation of praise, then joined the battle and killed the two monks with his sword.

Not only that, she was also quick-witted and captured two trembling monks in the chaos and imprisoned them aside.

The other saints and quasi-saints also demonstrated their powerful strength, like a tiger among a flock of sheep, leaving wailing and blood wherever they passed.

The ghost blade held a long black sword in his hand. Wherever the blade passed, a gust of cold wind blew, and he soon harvested another life.

Lu Shao had a graceful figure, but her moves were ruthless. A turquoise poisonous mist lingered from her fingertips. Anyone who was touched by even a little bit of it would suffer from festering all over the body and die.

Soon, the strong men at the level of Saint Sons and Quasi-Saint Sons completed the "killing target", captured the "prisoners", and tacitly chose to stop.

However, the killing continued around the altar.

Some weaker monks were not strong enough to complete the targets in a short period of time, and they did not dare to provoke those powerful saints and quasi-saints. They could only target other weak ones, and fierce battles broke out between them.

As time went by, there were fewer and fewer monks around the altar, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The surviving monks were all alert with flickering eyes. They were wary of each other and waiting for the moment when the trial would end.

"Heh, this trial is still as simple and boring as always."

The enchanting and charming voice echoed above the altar, with a bit of nonchalant laziness, but it made people shiver subconsciously.

The person who spoke was Yaohan. She was dressed in a fiery red dress, her eyes were full of charm, but her narrow and long phoenix eyes flashed with a cold and cruel light that made people dare not look directly at her.

"That's right. This broken rule makes it impossible for me to kill people to my heart's content. Otherwise, I would just clear the place and send those annoying people out. Wouldn't that be much better?"

Ghost Blade laughed strangely, his tone full of bloodthirsty desire.

He licked the long knife in his hand and looked at Xue Wuya meaningfully, almost mentioning his name.

"Humph, if you want to kill people, you can just choose the good side, and then turn to the evil side after not saving the dying. Wouldn't that make you get what you want?"

Xue Wuya snorted coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Upon hearing this, Yaoheng and Guiren both sneered, and were obviously not interested in this proposal.

"Oh, it would be foolish to miss the chance to win just for a few ants."

Ghost Blade glanced contemptuously at the trembling monks around him, his tone full of disdain.

Yaohan giggled sweetly. Although she didn't say anything, her expression was full of recognition of Ghost Blade.

The atmosphere around the altar became more relaxed as time passed.

For the strong ones at the level of Saint Sons and Quasi-Saint Sons, this level of test is nothing but child's play.

If they couldn't even get through the simplest first level of Duobao Pavilion, they would have died countless times.

Everyone was standing at a distance from each other, wary and alert, waiting for the final moment to arrive.

Finally, just before the countdown ended, they killed the last "prey", and the evil faces on their faces instantly turned into good faces. "Time is up! Congratulations to all the good-faced people for obtaining the qualification to enter the second floor of Duobao Pavilion. As for the treasures, they will be settled uniformly when you leave Duobao Pavilion based on your performance in the trial."

A day later, that ethereal voice finally sounded again.

A dazzling white light shone on the altar, covering all the monks wearing good masks.

When Meng Wan opened her eyes again, she found herself deep in a barren mountain covered with rugged rocks, and there was no one else in sight.

It seems that this teleportation has dispersed everyone again.

Meng Wan did not take out the sub-sword immediately, but carefully sensed the position of the fat bear and planned to meet up with the clone first.

However, before she had taken a few steps, she felt a powerful demonic aura enveloping her from all directions, with an undisguised murderous intent.

“Hehe, I was actually teleported together with a little girl like you who flows with blood. If that’s the case, don’t blame me for being rude!”

Yaohan's voice carried a hint of cruel pleasure, coming from nowhere.

Meng Wan's heart trembled, and she immediately realized that she had met a strong enemy.

She quietly activated the Blood Wheel Eye and finally saw the other party's true form in the endless evil spirit.

She saw Yaohan, dressed in red, walking towards her like a burning flame, with a playful look in her eyes.

"Son Yaohan, I, the Son of Blood Path, am on my way here. Are you sure you want to fight me?"

Meng Wan looked at Yao Heng warily, her eyes full of solemnity.

It's a bit unlucky that I met the Saint of the Demonic Path, who has the worst relationship with the Blood Path.

I'm afraid we're going to have to fight a tough battle.

"What, are you scared?"

Yaohan covered her mouth and chuckled, her tone full of sarcasm.

"Unfortunately, Xue Wuya's name can't scare me. Isn't it enough to just kill you before he gets here?"

Before she finished her words, Yaoheng disappeared from the spot in an instant.

The next moment, she appeared in front of Meng Wan. Her slender hands turned into sharp fox claws and grabbed towards Meng Wan's throat.

Meng Wan was prepared. As he quickly retreated, he drew the blood sword in his hand and slashed towards Yao Heng with a sharp sword energy.

"Little tricks!"

Yaoheng snorted coldly, without dodging or evading, allowing the sword energy to cut into her body.

An astonishing scene appeared. The sword energy penetrated Yaoheng's body, but it seemed to have hit the air and did not cause any harm to her.

Meng Wan's pupils suddenly contracted, and she became more and more afraid of Yao Heng's strength.

"Little girl, after seeing my strength, are you desperate?"

Yaoheng's voice rang in Meng Wan's ears, with a hint of teasing and cruelty, "If you surrender obediently, you may suffer less pain!"

Before she finished her words, Yaoheng's body began to undergo amazing changes.

Yaoheng's figure suddenly grew in size and turned into a gigantic red fox.

Three furry tails, like flames, shot up into the sky from behind the fox.

On the fox's head, there was a scarlet vertical pupil that slowly opened, emitting a creepy light...

It turned out to be an extremely rare three-eyed red fox, and it had cultivated three tails!

(End of this chapter)