1357: C1357 The game of Death

C1357 The game of Death

Rumble …

The violent sounds caused the entire world to tremble.

Qin Feng was floating in the air. He could see everything, but those people who were fighting, could not see his existence.

But then he thought, if he was the one standing in front of these people, how would he choose?

Give up life for morality?

But for the sake of survival, he didn't even acknowledge any of his kin and was no different from a beast?

Qin Feng asked repeatedly in his heart, as if he had a trace of suspicion.

However, in their eyes, even if they did not make a move, other enemy must have killed their friends and relatives.

Moreover, in this completely lost world, how could there be so many morals to speak of?

"Qin Feng, you need to know something. Selling your soul to me does not mean that I will accept all of it. There are some people that are unworthy of staying behind. Do you understand what I mean?"

The voice of the Death God suddenly came to Qin Feng's ears.

In other words.

The people who participated in the Great Slaughter Competition all paid the price with their souls, but that did not mean that if they failed, they would become the ghost slaves by the side of the Death God.

How high is Death God's standards?

The Ghost Slaves he chose must be the elite of the elite.

In other words, if he looked down upon someone, and died inside the Great Slaughter Competition, they would also die.

"It's really cruel."

Qin Feng gasped.

"What's even more cruel is that what you are seeing right now is only the qualifying match for the Great Slaughter Competition. You haven't even entered 'Slaughter City', that's the real battlefield."

The Death God said.

There were a lot of people participating in the Great Slaughter Competition, and every time, there would be at least a hundred thousand people participating in the competition.

And there were only a hundred people in the seating area of the Slaughter City.

Only the top one hundred in killing value have the qualifications to enter the Slaughter City and participate in the final competition.

The so called killing value was directly linked to the number of people killed. Every time a person was killed, their killing value would increase by one integral.

Under such a rule, the weakest among them would naturally become cannon fodder. They would be massacred by the strong and robbed of their integral.

As the competition continued, the number of weaklings continued to decrease. As all of them were expert, the difficulty in competing would also suddenly increase.

In addition, after you kill your opponent, you can get half of their killing value.

As such, some of the more confident Rankers were too lazy to expend their energy to kill the weak, and directly set their sights on the high integral contestant.

"Can I enter the Slaughter City to see?"

Qin Feng asked again.

"Bringing you to the Slaughter World is already the greatest privilege I can give you. If you want to enter the Slaughter City, you can only rely on your own abilities."

The Death God laughed.

Before entering the Slaughter City, no one would be clear about the situation inside. This mysterious feeling would cause people to be extremely afraid.

Of course, if Qin Feng had observed the Slaughter City from a God's perspective, then he would have gained a lot of advantage.

Since he was unable to enter the Slaughter City, Qin Feng focused on observing the situation of the qualification tournament.

Only this round of Great Slaughter Competition would be able to rank in the top one hundred with at least cultivation s with paleo-god period.

Qin Feng found it hard to believe that so many ancient gods had appeared in a single match.

Although these ancient gods did not possess any body s and only had their soul cultivation s up to the paleo-god period, they were still inconceivable.

One must know, Qin Feng's current soul cultivation, was also only a Second Sky of the Ancient Gods.

However, that does not mean that Second Sky of the Ancient Gods can steadily enter the Slaughter City.

Qin Feng saw with his own eyes, a expert with Second Sky of the Ancient Gods was ambushed and attacked by a few others, and their killing value was divided.

Those who did not enter the Slaughter City within the specified time would be directly executed.

Faced with such a desperate situation, everyone was a mad dog. No one could underestimate him.

After a while, Qin Feng left the illusion state and returned to the main hall.

His face was pale and his eyes were heavy.

"How is it? Are you interested in playing? "

Death God laughed playfully.

Qin Feng was silent for a long time before he suddenly swept a glance at the unconscious Iron Lady on the ground.

"Can she also participate?"

Qin Feng asked.

"Of course."

Death God nodded and smiled.

"However, I don't recommend this."

he added.

"Why?"

Qin Feng frowned.

"With her current strength, she won't even survive a second after entering the slaughterhouse."

The Death God said straightforwardly.

"Why is this happening? Could it be that in this place, she is unable to recover her soul power? "

Qin Feng was extremely surprised.

"You guessed right, when people enter the Avicinaraka, they will always maintain whatever cultivation they have."0

"Of course, if you enter the Great Slaughter Competition, you can cultivate inside it to recover your soul power."

The Death God explained.

"How can there be such a strange rule?"

Qin Feng was speechless.

"This is the rule set down by the previous generation of Death, I can't change it."

Death God smiled faintly.

"According to these rules, Iron Lady is indeed not suitable to participate."

Qin Feng clenched his teeth.

Firstly, she and Iron Lady could not participate in the same match between Great Slaughter Competition s, otherwise, it would be a showdown between the two.

If the two of them could not participate in the same match, Qin Feng would not be able to protect the Iron Lady in the early stages.

Iron Lady's soul was currently weak. Anyone could kill her, but there was no way for her to participate in the tournament alone.

However, he couldn't get Qin Feng to leave the Iron Lady behind either.

"I would like to ask, can the difficulty level of this Great Slaughter Competition be changed?"

Qin Feng asked a surprising question.

"The difficulty level can indeed change. What do you mean by that?"

Death God was slightly stunned.

"Well, I'd like to take a gamble."

Qin Feng's face turned grim.

"What kind of bet?"

Death God looked at him with interest.

"I want to bet on the freedom of the Iron Lady. If I win, both of us have to leave this place."

Qin Feng's words were shocking.

If they bet on the freedom of two people, then the difficulty of Great Slaughter Competition would naturally double.

"In all these years, among the countless people who have participated in the Great Slaughter Competition s, you are the first one who dared to make double the bet."

Qin Feng's words caused the Death God to be even more shocked.

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