The only way

Chapter 196

The cultivator as tall as a giant bear grabbed the white-masked and gray-robed cultivator whose long armor had been broken off.

The two deep claw marks on the back and chest were bleeding red blood, the flesh was open, and the bones could be seen vaguely.

Even after Qian Rentu suffered such a serious injury, his face remained unchanged, and his red eyes remained calm. However, at the moment when he caught Bai Youling, Qian Rentu's eyes, which had been calm and unwavering, finally showed fluctuations .

A hand like a huge bear's paw firmly grasped one of Bai Youling's long legs, as if holding a thin bamboo pole. Qian Rentu's expressionless face showed an indifferent arc, and his red eyes Among them, a trace of bloodthirsty fluctuations flashed.

The other hand grabbed Bai Youling's other leg in an instant, and the aura on Bai Youling's leg flickered, and he spun around his waist vigorously, as if trying to break free from Qianrentu's restraint.

"It's over, poor thing, there are no more white ghosts in the world."

Lingchu was concentrating on watching, but suddenly heard the shrill voice of the monk in the gray wolf mask beside him and said regretfully.

Surprised, he turned his head and glanced at the gray wolf mask monk, but found that there was no one around him.

It was as if the monk with the gray wolf mask never existed at all.

Lingchu suddenly felt cold sweat dripping down his body, and his heart tensed up.

Maybe, she met some seniors?
Before he could figure it out, a loud exclamation came from his ears, and Lingchu hurriedly turned his head to look back at the stage again.

Looking into the eyes, it was the blood raining all over the sky, spilling down the entire platform.

The white ghost was torn into two halves by the harsh life. The halves of the body were scattered on both sides of the table. The pure white mask fell to the ground, and the blood rain dripped down, dyeing the pure white mask. bright red.

Qian Rentu opened his arms, raised his head high, and turned his back to the top of the underground arena, with his eyes wide open, letting the rain of blood fall on his eyes, face, and body.

Waves of blood-colored evil energy slowly merged into Qianrentu's body in a state invisible to the naked eye from the broken body and the rain of blood all over the sky.

The spiritual power infiltrated the eyes again, and the world in front of him changed.

The thick blood-colored evil spirit that originally lingered around Qianrentu became brighter red as more and more blood-colored evil spirits joined in.

In Qian Rentu's red eyes, with the infiltration of blood, there was a faint blood-colored light.

If it wasn't for the use of spiritual power in the eyes, this faint blood-colored light would not be obvious in the originally red eyes.

From the looks of it, this Qianrentu must have practiced some kind of binocular technique.

Although this massacre of thousands of people is a physical training, it is comparable to the foundation building Dzogchen.

It was too cruel.

Lingchu's eyes under the mask blinked slightly.

She shouldn't have encountered this massacre, right?

After watching this battle, Lingchu only felt that this underground arena is really a suitable place for training.

If there are hundreds of battles, the killing intent will inevitably be overwhelming.

Of course, the premise is not to die.

Lingchu looked away faintly, gathered the black cloak, got up and left the stands.

Behind him, there were shouts of excitement from the spectators, happy words from the monk who won the bet, and sighs from the monk who lost the bet.

Lingchu, who hadn't placed a bet anyway, felt relaxed and walked straight to a room in the underground arena.

There is the management office of this underground arena, including registration information, participation in fighting skills, all are handled here.

If Lingchu wants to participate in the fighting method, he needs to register here.

This is a small room with only a simple table inside. Behind the table is an old man with white beard and hair, who is resting with his eyes closed.

The moment Lingchu stepped in, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the person with no expression on his face.

"Underground Arena, what's the matter?"

An energetic voice rang in Lingchu's ears, and when Lingchu raised his head, he saw the cold eyes of the old man.

"I want to participate in the fight." Lingchu said lightly, his voice hoarse and deep.

"Do you have a score card for the arena? If you have one, bring it." The old man's tone was extremely cold and impatient.

Lingchu shook his head, "No, it's my first time here."

"It's the first time you come here, so get a point card." The old man obviously frowned impatiently, and took out a black sign from under the counter.

"Have a nickname, what level of cultivation, human or beast, life or death."

"Baihu, in the early stage of foundation establishment, people fight and fight to the death." Lingchu closed his eyes slightly, and after only a moment of silence, he said firmly.

"The newcomers are going to fight to the death. It's true, but I haven't seen it for many years." The old man said with a smile, he was obviously a fairy with white beard and white eyebrows, but he showed a gloomy expression.

For a while, it was hard to tell whether this was a compliment or a derogation.

Lingchu smiled lightly, but she never cared, no matter what he meant, anyway, she thought it was a compliment.

"Are you sure you want a human fight, and a death fight?" The old man confirmed again.

There are two types of opponents in the underground arena, one is human fighting, as the name suggests, fighting with humans, and the other is beast fighting, which is naturally fighting with monsters.

As for life fighting and death fighting, it is a kind of fighting style, in fact, the difference is not too big.

In a live fight, there will be a monk from the arena who will respond in time, so as to save the monks participating in the fighting at the critical moment. However, if there is no time to rescue, it is still the same. This kind of thing, in the underground arena Among them, it is extremely common.

As for the death fight, there will also be monks from the arena, but here, unless the monks who participate in the fight admit defeat, otherwise, even if they die in front of the monks in the arena, the monks from the arena will not rescue them.

The arena monks in the deathmatch, more, just acted as a bystander, and prevented some monks from killing their opponents after admitting defeat.

For Lingchu, the difference between the two is actually not that big.

But relatively speaking, deathmatch will be more stressful.

However, what she was looking for was precisely this pressure.

After getting Lingchu's affirmation, the old man didn't intend to explain, the monks in the underground arena, how can there be extra kindness, and the monks in front of him, whether they are dead or alive, have nothing to do with him.

He signaled Lingchu to stretch out his hand and put it on the special instrument for detecting cultivation. After confirming that his cultivation was indeed in the early stage of foundation establishment, the old man threw a black sign to Lingchu.

"Here, if you want to participate in a fighting method, just use your spiritual power to walk around according to the pattern on the sign, and you will be deemed to have successfully registered, and the arena will automatically arrange opponents for you. If you want to change a fighting method or If you are an opponent, you need to come here to change again. When it is your turn, the sign will remind you half an hour in advance. If you are late for a quarter of an hour, it will be regarded as an automatic forfeit.

The old man's tone did not pause at all, and he finished the sentence very fluently.

Holding the point card in his hand, Lingchu moved his clear eyes slightly.

These points can be exchanged for things in the underground arena, such as exercises, instruments, elixir, and spirit stones.

(End of this chapter)