"ah--!"

As the first bubble burst, the first shrill scream finally came from the crowd.

There are still sensible people who have turned their attention to that place.

That's someone from the Wild Snow Sect.

As the bubbles dissipated, the body of the person who touched the bubbles began to fester from between his fingers, and the flesh and blood fell off inch by inch as if they had lost their vitality, falling to the ground.

When the people around him saw this scene, they suddenly woke up and retreated in horror.

The person who touched the bubble gradually turned into a pool of blood and was absorbed by the ground, leaving only a crystal clear skeleton.

Some brave people took their weapons and touched the bones lightly.

The corpse was immediately shattered into pieces, leaving only jade fragments on the ground, which then seemed to be attracted and floated towards the wall of the corridor.

Everyone felt a chill running down their spines.

Those walls and floors that look like jade are actually made of the bones of the dead!

The scene suddenly lost control.

Some people panicked and ran for cover; others remained stubborn and still wanted to touch those bubbles, which naturally turned into blood and bones.

Some people attacked the bubbles angrily, but found nothing; others simply crushed the talismans and fled the place of inheritance.

Of course, there are also people who don't give up and want to test the only thing that appears in this corridor, using weapons or spikes formed by spiritual power to pop those floating bubbles.

The bubbles still burst at the touch of a finger, with droplets flying everywhere.

Even the magical weapons in the Cave Realm were not spared and turned into black charcoal.

As for those who used spiritual power to pierce, they also suffered backlash, but their fate was better than those who had direct contact.

Now it seems to be an unsolvable situation - if they don't touch the bubble, they will be trapped here forever; and if they touch the bubble, they may not get anything, but they may die at any time.

Ke Shuyu continued to support the protection and fended off other people who tried to rush into the sword gate;

Ling Yao, on the other hand, walked quickly and immediately woke up some of the disciples in Jianmen who still looked dull, or simply knocked them down;

Liu Yuya was responsible for organizing the bandaging and treatment of the injured disciples, and led the people of Xingyao Peak to recite the Qingxin Jue together.

Jianmen's division of labor and cooperation were seamless, and there were no riots or too many casualties. But other forces were not so lucky.

The Purple Immortal Pavilion was slightly better; the Wild Snow Sect, as the first team to suffer casualties, had long since turned into a mess, with everyone working in separate camps and fleeing in all directions.

As for Shenlong Academy, although Zhong Zhennan has enough intimidation and appeal, he can suppress the people of the Hong Zhong Gang.

However, there is a mixed bag within the academy, and in the face of danger, people from other forces will not buy into Zhong Zhennan's reputation.

In fact, due to Zhong Zhennan's excessive strength, many people always thought that the Hong Zhong Gang wanted to use them as cannon fodder to block mines, and even fought with people from the Hong Zhong Gang.

Ling Yao knew little about the internal affairs of Shenlong Academy, but he also guessed that Xiao Jinian's situation would not be easy, and the Hong Zhong Gang might even take the opportunity to retaliate.

But he has too much time to take care of himself now.

The flying bubbles came in an endless stream, and their colors and shapes also changed.

The symptoms of the bewitched disciples also changed. They were no longer interested in the bubbles, but raised their swords and started fighting with others around them!

Not to mention paying attention to Xiao Ji Nian, he had just separated two Jianmen disciples who wanted to behead each other, and a big man from the Huangxue Sect next door picked up an ax and hit him, scaring him so much that he jumped aside.

.

what is going on?

Ling Yao was shocked and subconsciously looked at Ling Linhan, a possible "insider".

Ling Linhan was standing at the outermost edge of the crowd, watching the chaotic scene in front of him.

Perhaps it was because he was originally related to Patriarch Tianxin, but those bubbles did not float towards him, and those who were bewitched by the bubbles did not take the initiative to approach him.

He didn't notice Ling Yao's gaze, but clenched his fists tightly and frowned, as if he was angry and dissatisfied with all this.

Ling Yao only glanced at him and saw the changes in his mouth shape, as if he was muttering silently to himself:

"key……"

Suddenly, Ling Yao felt a sharp wind of a sword blowing by his ears. He immediately sidestepped and stabbed back with his sword.

The Liuming Sword carried electric light and pierced the chest of the man behind him fiercely.

Ling Yao didn't know this person, but judging from his clothes, he looked like a student of Shenlong Academy.

His eyes were glowing red, and even though he was stabbed by the sword, he still struggled forward without any pain, as if he wanted to use his body to lock the sword in Ling Yao's hand.

Ling Yao drew his sword to no avail, only to hear another roar from behind him, and a machete struck at his neck.

Ling Yao gritted his teeth and did not give in. Instead, he held the Liuming Sword tightly in his right hand, took out another spare sword from the mustard bag with his left hand, and swung the sword to behead the previous man.

The man fell backwards, and blood spurted out from his severed head, dyeing Ling Yao's sleeves bright red.

Ling Yao took advantage of the situation and raised his foot, stepped on the opponent's waist, pulled out the Liuming Sword, turned around and blocked the person behind him!

clang--!

The blades scraped against each other with a heartbreaking sound. The two quickly separated and then fell into a fierce fight again.

Because the corpse had been beheaded, the blood gushing out was particularly powerful and gradually flowed to Ling Yao's feet.

Ling Yao didn't pay much attention. Instead, he stepped into a pool of blood, turned around, and chopped down the person who came from the other direction to the ground.

The man who was confronting Ling Yao seemed to be stimulated, and his moves became violent and messy, and he slashed at Ling Yao with his sword at all costs.

Ling Yao picked up the heart thunder drum that he had prepared for a long time and took the opportunity to place it directly on the opponent's forehead.

The man immediately screamed, smoke erupted from his orifices, and he fell forward.

Just as Ling Yao was gasping for breath, he saw that some of the bubbles that were floating in the sky sank and took the initiative to get close to the corpse that fell on the ground, turning into pus and nothingness together with the corpse.

And the smooth white jade ground also absorbed the blood on the ground again.

But this time, Ling Yao clearly saw a strange red light flashing on the white jade ground, and then left red lines under the white jade.

——Like the blood vessels of a living thing, flowing and breathing.

It's just that everyone was busy fighting and almost no one noticed.

Compared with just now, the color of the entire corridor is also changing silently.

Every time one more person falls, the color becomes redder...

Ling Yao suddenly woke up.

Why does Shenlong Academy want to "share" the place of inheritance? Why not send its own students to search for treasures first?

It's because they know that many people will die here.

"Ling Yao! Look ahead!"

Ling Yao put the spare sword back into the mustard bag, held the Liuming Sword with trembling hands, and looked up.

The blood on the ground and wall in front became more intense, and the blood vessel-like lines became thicker and thicker, finally breaking through the shackles of the white jade and rushing out into the corridor!

Those who stood in front of the "vessel" had no time to escape and were impaled to the ground, dying painfully and cruelly.

Those "blood vessels" didn't seem to have the intention of attacking other people, but instead were clinging and intertwined on their own, making a rustling sound as they squirmed.

They form a huge door.

The patterns on the door are constantly changing, and different faces are constantly emerging from the intertwined shapes of "blood vessels".

Ling Yao saw the faces of the two people he had just killed.

A... vivid door made of blood.

Not only did Shenlong Academy know that many people would die here, but they also knew that only if enough people died would they have a chance to advance to the next level.

And these dead people, they belong to this door

--key.

When the bloody gate was completely formed, all the bubbles floating in the air had disappeared.

All the survivors breathed a sigh of relief.

Ling Yao began to hear some low cries.

These crying people may have lost their relatives and friends, or they may have experienced the fear of killing for the first time.

It's normal. Although they are outstanding young talents, many of them have only competed with their fellow disciples or went down the mountain to slay monsters. They have never killed anyone at all.

Compared to when he was a child, when he was forced to kill an enemy by his father for the first time and almost vomited out his intestines... these guys performed much better.

Bosses like Ke Shuyu and Ling Yao were obviously not suitable to end up comforting their disciples, so this task was naturally given to Liu Yuya.

The two of them stood guard around the disciple, watching closely the actions of other forces.

The bloody door has slowly opened, but inside, there is only chaos.

Everyone tacitly chose to stay put and make temporary adjustments.

In this corridor, they all suffered heavy casualties.
To be continued...