Chapter VIII Inside the Holy Island
After the leader explained the precautions, he allowed the monks to enter the trial field.
Hundreds of people entered from forty-nine, which was obviously enough to distribute. There were less than ten people in one area.
While others were still hesitating, Taiwei rode the silver giant tiger directly to the entrance of the first area, entered it without any scruples, and became the focus of people's attention.
In this era where people with special physiques are hidden and dare not go out on the road, what scruples does Taiwei have when his peers are competing against each other?
To be honest, in this era, the existence of ruthless inheritors has indeed seriously affected the power of the ancient human race.
Of course, the geniuses of other races with strong bloodlines and strong origins would not dare to show up for fear of being eaten.
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Seeing that someone actually chose the first area directly, everyone else's expressions changed.
"What does entering the first area indicate? Does he have the supreme strength to dominate hundreds of people?"
"Although the ranking of District 49 doesn't mean anything, most people will still avoid District 1. He is really confident."
"On the way into the city, I once saw him kill a saint!"
Many people were surprised.
Next, the strong men who had reached the realm of saints entered the Death Saint Island one after another. Everyone took a different path and did not want to conflict with others.
The trialists chose the entrance one after another. Almost no one followed the path chosen by the strong ones in front. Although judging from the atmosphere on the ancient roads in this era, the possibility of conflict was actually small, but no one was willing to risk their lives.
To bet on the kindness of others.
Taiwei walked into the Holy Death Island and then walked deeper.
This is an island full of wilderness, bigger than a continent, floating in the cold universe, and eternal.
Even the ancient planet of life may not have such a vast area. Even if it is divided into fifty districts, each area is vast enough.
Towering ancient mountains and tall mountains stand between heaven and earth, stretching in front of you. Towering old trees take root in the soil and are full of vitality.
This is a wild world that retains the most primitive features. There are many ancient medicines, some that are thousands of years old and some that have survived for tens of thousands of years are not surprising.
In the mountains, apes are crowing and tigers are roaring, and beasts are vying with each other, dripping with blood. It is a prehistoric scene of the weak and the strong.
Taiwei did not ride on the giant tiger, but measured the land on foot, entered the depths of the trial field, and walked on the Holy Island of Death. With a clear mind, he captured the traces of the Tao that have existed since ancient times, and felt the way of this place.
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In the following period of time, Taiwei has been studying various avenues on this island to hone his Zhoutian Ten Thousand Gods Dharma.
Soon, Dao Hen in the first area was almost fully comprehended.
After leaving a restriction on the giant tiger, he crossed the border and headed to other areas.
His figure can be seen from the first area to the forty-ninth area. His body is covered with blood-colored shackles, as if made of divine iron, with flowing and crystal luster shining, and he is as heavy as the sky.
Especially when he arrived in District 49, the shackles on his body weighed 48 million kilograms.
In each area, there are countless traces of the great road, or the traces left by the great sage, or some special terrain, or the traces left by some divine birds and ancient beasts.
Just like before, Taiwei completely decomposed the newly enlightened Tao and Dharma, integrated it into the system of the Heavenly Emperor's Conferring God Technique, and continuously evolved his own Zhoutian Ten Thousand God Dharma.
Countless avenues are constantly blending in Taiwei's heart, and he turns all these things into his own foundation.
Finally, he turned his gaze to the forbidden area in the center of the Holy Death Island, where there were roars of holy beasts and bloody light reaching the sky.
This is a forbidden area specially warned by the commander, and it has always been the burial place of various strong men.
However, the danger here is enough to threaten the saint, but for Taiwei, it is basically of no use.
He moved forward and avoided all crises in advance.
Only when I got closer to the center did I notice a special evil aura.
"Zheng!"
Suddenly, countless Dao patterns and divine chains of order emerged and attacked Taiwei. This was the power of a saint.
A circle of divine realm spreads out from the surface of Taiwei's body, controlling everything around it, invulnerable to all laws, and suppressing all Dao patterns and order.
"The Dao Patterns of the Saints! In fact, among the Saints of the Dead, this is the only place where the saints can realize their Dao, especially the core place." An expression of interest appeared in Taiwei's eyes and he continued to move forward.
After going around in a circle, avoiding all the places that he couldn't deal with, and comprehending many of the laws of the holy way that were coming, Taiwei came to the deepest part of the Holy Death Island, where the blood energy was like sword light, penetrating the sky and sinking into it.
high altitude.
Moreover, accompanied by the sound of clanking swords, a strong murderous intention was vaguely revealed, making people's souls throb.
"A lake of blood!"
The blood energy soaring into the sky and the sword gleaming all come from a bloody lake, which can be ten miles in diameter and is bright red and dazzling.
The blood clouds are surging, the mist is steaming, and you can feel the killing intent that penetrates eternity from a long distance away, as streaks of blood shoot up into the sky.
"A ten-foot-long blood pool, the burial ground of our ancestors and ancestors."
Next to the Blood Lake, there is a stone tablet, half of which has long been rotted away by the erosion of the years, and the ancient divine inscriptions on it can barely be discerned.
In fact, this blood lake is not more than ten feet long at all.
After so many years, the sea has changed, and the ten-foot blood pool has turned into a lake, but the murderous aura in the blood has not dissipated. It can be seen how terrible the murderous aura was driven into the body by the enemy when this strong man fell.
Coming here, Taiwei captured a spiritual imprint, telling a truth that besides the enemy, oneself is the most powerful opponent.
There is a bloody battlefield here, which can provide the conditions for those who come after to fight against themselves, allowing the trialists to understand themselves more clearly and continue to transform.
The bloody battlefield was in the lake. There were densely covered blood cracks. Taiwei did not hesitate and entered a bloody crack directly.
Although there were arrangements by the Emperor on the ancient road, the current leakage of the Heavenly Emperor's Divine Conferring Technique is still within his tolerance.
Whether it is absolving the outer universe as a god and refining everything; or pursuing inwardly and moving towards "nothing", these most exquisite mysteries have not yet been truly revealed and cannot be glimpsed.
What will be exposed is just a way to control the body and develop one's own potential.
"boom!"
Not long after Taiwei entered, the bloody crack was sealed, and a terrible duel began.
The opponent is himself. The opponent has the same physical body and the same secret method as himself. Even the forbidden realm and the Zhoutian Ten Thousand Gods method have been copied.
The only thing that cannot be copied is his spiritual awareness.
Predicting all the opponent's moves, Taiwei completely suppressed the opponent.
Even so, the battle still took three days.
After being suppressed in terms of grasping the fighter plane, the clone directly deployed the Zhoutian Ten Thousand Gods Dharmakaya to confront Taiwei!
Only when he really fought against himself did he realize how tough he was.
Unless he is completely crushed by someone's force, no one can hurt him before the dharma body of the Zhoutian Ten Thousand Gods is broken, and the damage to the dharma body can be quickly restored with divine power.
Taiwei took the initiative and suppressed it with all his strength, not giving the opponent a chance to recover. He waited until the clone's divine power was exhausted before killing it, and he almost fought to the point of exhaustion himself.
Finally, the bloody crack opened, and Taiwei flew out of the crack and fell next to the stone tablet, looking tired.
"As expected of me, even the clone is so difficult to kill!"
Swallowing the endless essence of heaven and earth, Taiwei recovers quickly.
At this time, his energy and spirit have been sublimated to an astonishing level. As long as he takes a small step, he can achieve the realm of a saint.
At this time, the trial time is almost over.
"when……"
On the twelfth day, a bell rang throughout the Holy Island of Death. The time has come and all the testers must exit this place, otherwise they will be sealed here.
Taiwei returned to the first area, retrieved his mount Giant Tiger, sat on it, and headed out.
There are silhouettes of people at every exit. Powerful men from various star regions either walked out of the trial field with serious injuries or in high spirits.
After everyone came out, the commander took out an iron plate, shook his hand and hit Cang Yu, sending out a soft holy light, covering the Holy Island of Death.
After a while, he took back the iron plate and said: "Everyone alive has come out. This trial is over."
"Only nine died, and the others survived. It seems that there was no major conflict inside." He said with satisfaction.
This time, the main focus was on comprehending the Great Dao, rather than a fight between the strong, and people consciously avoided conflicts. But even so, nine people died due to the dangers inside the trial field alone, which shows how cruel the trial road is.
Chapter completed!