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C4371 Horrifying

The death knell continued to ring. That martial artist let out a horrifying scream just like that. He was completely swallowed up by the seven-colored fog, and not even his bones were left.

"What?" "Is this the result of eliminating martial artists? Is this the rules of this game?"

Everyone froze on the spot, while Long Yan also became nervous.

"Looks like this game of death has been prepared for us for a long time. It's actually like this. After a hundred breaths have passed, only one person out of twenty can survive. Doesn't that mean nineteen people will die just like that?"

Gu Lingfeng quickly responded, "Gu Yang, fight, quickly fight!"

All of the genius candidates on the huge platform quickly became vigilant as they looked at the candidates around them.

"I still have eighty breaths of time left …."

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Every ten breaths of time, the death knell would grow stronger.

"How can this be? We are descendants of gods. If we die, the strength of the entire human race will decline, and a fault will appear. "

Many people still couldn't believe the death game, and on the platform, the nineteen warriors were all looking at each other in alert, not daring to make the first move.

When the time was up, only one person could survive on the stage. If there were more than two people, everyone would fall into the seven-colored fog.

Everyone was incomparably stupefied, and a 180 degree drop occurred in their hearts. Earlier, everyone had confidently said that this was a great treasure that their divine ancestors planned to bestow upon them, but they didn't expect it to be this kind of game of death and slaughter.

"Take out your best battle state and kill the opponent in front of you. You will receive supreme glory!"

In the sky, there were dozens of phantoms of deities. They were filled with awe-inspiring aura as their divine voices shook the earth.

Everyone finally understood. In other words, those warriors on the platform could no longer hesitate. If they wanted to live, then they must kill their opponents cruelly. Only by fighting could they live.

The victor would be able to live while the twenty of them would only be able to live. This battle was simply too cruel.

Time continued to flow, and there were still 70 breaths of time left.

In order to survive, these practitioners no longer had time to hesitate in the span of 70 breaths. They all rushed to attack the opponents they thought they had a chance to defeat.

In order to survive, everyone would risk their lives.

Long Yan finally understood that even if our dragon spirit hid in the Illusory Dragon Kingdom, it would still be taken out, so everyone had to go through this process.

The martial practitioners that were fighting had completely gone crazy. Their bodies were filled with a murderous aura, and their blood was overflowing with passion. They had even taken out their life-saving measures.

Gu Yang unleashed the power of eighteen gold-armored Martial Gods. At the same time, he burned his divine blood, increasing his strength by a huge amount.

At the same time, the same was true for the other martial artists. Failure meant elimination and death.

Who would dare to take their life as a joke? Geniuses that didn't participate all held their heads, no longer filled with excitement like before. They weren't even kneeling down to worship their divine ancestors anymore.

"Why is this happening?" No one had a choice but to face this game of death.

They were completely terrified. If it was their turn, then they would die. What should they do? Great prospects, dreams of a beautiful future. Everything was gone. All their lives were gone. What else could they say?

"Divine Ancestor, this is not true, everything is not true. Why are you testing us like this? The chances of survival are only one in twenty, and death is far greater than this."

Even so, we still need to bring out our true strength and face our enemies. If we win the battle, we might get unlimited honor and benefits, and since our ancestors set up such a cruel competition, the benefits will certainly be the greatest, and the god's ancestors have also arranged for us to fight well, so we are all evenly matched opponents, so don't be afraid, everyone, we are fighting for the spirit god, and for the honor of fighting, we are all proud of that. "

As soon as these words were spoken, the geniuses of the Ancient Spirit Divine City had a strong momentum and their blood boiled. It seemed that their deaths weren't that scary anymore.

"Ancestor, there will definitely be some benefits that are equal to us. They did all of this for us, so what's there to be afraid of when they die?"2

"You're right, what's there to be afraid of!"

Gu Yang had already started fighting with a warrior. After all, he was the son of Gu Yu Mo's team leader, so he got a lot of Successor Disciples and quickly defeated his opponent. That warrior let out a scream as he fell into the seven-colored divine mist.

Everyone was frightened. One man dead, one alive. In an instant, their imposing manner was back to its original form.

Because no one is unafraid of death.

Fight!

There were only eighteen people left on the plaza. They began to fight madly, their eyes bloodshot as they unleashed their strongest attacks, hoping to eliminate their opponents.

Suddenly, two people joined forces and began to fight fiercely against the warriors around them. Time was running out, and the number of eliminated warriors quickly changed from eighteen to nine.

The end result of those people was that they were all transferred into the Seven Colored Divine Mist and then let out a blood-curdling screech, then nothing was left of them.

Who would be the final victor? Everyone began to look forward to it. With every death, everyone's proud hearts would be suppressed once again.

A 20% chance of survival, this was undoubtedly a terrifying game of death.

There were no martial artists who didn't risk their lives. The last nine were all relatively powerful. They had more magical powers and more protective measures. Naturally, they had a higher chance of survival.

In fact, this was also a contest between genius martial artists from the greater god city. They finally had the chance to desperately display their abilities, and even if they didn't participate in this death game, their eyes were still bloodshot.

Some people roared out with tears in their eyes. Anger and hatred suddenly appeared in their hearts. There was even no place for them to vent these feelings of hatred.

They should blame these ancestor gods for creating this kind of game of death for them, but these ancestor gods were all respected ancestors that they had worshipped since they were young.

The image of the god ancestor had long been deeply engraved in their hearts, so many genius martial artists had released this kind of anger onto their opponents.

They had all gone completely crazy. The game of death had no rules, and it was just a chaotic battle.

With only 40 breaths of time left, there were still seven people on the field. There were several times when Gu Yang was almost killed by the surrounding martial artists. However, he was able to nimbly dodge them all.

Boom!

Another warrior had his head pierced by a sword on the spot, his life and death vanished, and he died an extremely miserable death.

Soon after, the corpse was also eliminated from the seven-colored divine mist below.

When everyone saw this, they were filled with terror.

"Why are you treating us like this, you motherfucker!" Someone finally could not hold it in and began to curse.

"You are not allowed to insult our ancestors!" Following that, this warrior was ruthlessly taught a lesson by a few warriors beside him. Even so, they were still full of respect for their god ancestors, and had already deeply rooted their thoughts.

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