Lord of Bones

Chapter 782 Blood Refining Area

Suddenly, there was a sudden fluctuation of energy in the distant sky, instantly pulling Long Qiong back from confusion to the harsh reality.

She looked at the ten blood refining orders above her head that were flashing with a strange red light.

For other Yuanists, this is undoubtedly an irresistible and dazzling gold mine, tempting them to flock in like hungry wolves to compete for the rare opportunity.

Long Qiong no longer hesitated. He took a deep breath, and his hands, like dragon claws, quickly made the same hand-sealing movements as Li Yuan had done before.

The energy flowed through her fingertips, gathering into a powerful force.

As she completed the seal, a dazzling blood-red beam shot up into the sky.

Like a giant blood dragon, it tore through the sky, revealing a mysterious space passage leading to the next level.

Long Qiong immediately flew towards the space channel and disappeared into it.

.........

Above the sky, the entrance to the bloody battlefield.

A heavy blood-red light curtain hung low like a majestic sky, covered with countless tiny blood-red light spots, like scarlet sparks leaping in the depths of hell.

These blood-colored dots are none other than the Yuanists who are fighting bloody battles in the Blood Refining Battlefield.

"how so?
"I am a Blood Demon Lake Originator, and I lost 30% of my energy in the first level?"

Sha Ling'a's delicate face showed shock, and she said in disbelief.

Wu Daoji seemed quite calm, waved his hand and said calmly: "It's okay.

"As long as our core members can successfully enter the second level, other losses are acceptable."

Mona frowned when he heard this, and after thinking for a moment, he slowly said:
“I really want to see which forces’ Yuan masters have successfully entered the second level.

“Unfortunately, the Blood Refining Star Disk will only show the specific situation when the number of second-level elementalists reaches thirty.

"Otherwise, we will be able to know in advance which forces are the strongest enemies of the Blood Evil Lake Yuan."

Meng Yueqin advised: "Wait a little longer, it should be about time."

As they talked, the air around them became tense and solemn.

.........

The second level of the Blood Refining Battlefield, the Blood Refining Gathering Area.

The vast and boundless void seemed to be completely penetrated and permeated by endless blood.

Huge platforms were suspended in the air like solidified blood.

Each one is extremely spacious and is hundreds of feet in size.

They maintain a subtle distance from each other, like islands floating in a bloody ocean.

Suddenly, above one of the platforms, the void seemed to be distorted by an invisible force.

Then, an illusory door appeared silently.

A nimble figure suddenly rushed out from there. It was Li Yuan, who had killed more than a hundred Yuanists by himself.

He stood firmly on the platform, his body as straight as a pine tree, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, penetrating through the layers of blood-colored fog and scanning the surroundings.

Li Yuan touched his chin and thought to himself: "It seems that I should be the first one to step into the second floor.

“The Blood Refining Battlefield is completely different from the place where the Yuan practitioners I’m familiar with practice. It doesn’t seem to be set up simply for the Yuan practitioners with Yuan bones.

"Compared to the relatively clear competition and rules in Blood Evil Lake, the atmosphere here is more oppressive and cruel."

While Li Yuan was thinking, a similar phenomenon occurred on another platform not far away.

An illusory door quietly opened, and a tall and heroic woman walked out. It was Long Qiong, who had collected the Blood Refining Order with the help of Li Yuan.

The two looked at each other. Although there was no verbal exchange, their eyes conveyed a deep sense of vigilance.

It was so quiet that the only sounds they could hear were their own heartbeats and breathing.

After confirming that there was no danger for the time being, the two sat cross-legged on their respective platforms, closed their eyes, concentrated, and adjusted their states.

The Blood Refining Battlefield is strict, ancient and unshakable, and each level of space follows strict rules.

In the second-level blood refining gathering area, when the number of Yuanists increases to thirty, the first-level blood refining competition area will begin the countdown to closing.

The countdown was like an invisible storm, stirring up huge waves in the hearts of the Yuanzhe, foreshadowing that the cruel boundary between elimination and promotion was about to be drawn.

Time flies by, and several hours pass quietly.

On the other platforms, illusory doors appeared one by one and then quickly dimmed.

Figures rushed out from the portals, some were in tattered clothes and covered in blood, some were pale, but their eyes were flashing with undying fighting spirit and fatigue that could not be concealed.

Until the 360th person stumbled out, the rest of the platforms returned to calm and there was no more disturbance.

This means that he is the last person to enter the second level, and also announces the final closure of the first level Blood Refining Competition Area.

According to the brutal records of previous blood refining battlefields, there are usually only one or two hundred Yuanists who failed to obtain enough blood refining orders and survived the second level.

This time, 360 Yuanzhe entered the second level, a sharp drop of more than 100 compared to the past.

Most people can only guess the reasons behind this and are not clear about them.

Only Long Qiong knew that more than 40% of the Yuanists sent by Xuesha Lake into the Blood Refining Battlefield died at the hands of Li Yuan.

In the past, the Yuan practitioners of the Blood Evil Lake had always been able to rely on their powerful strength and the small number of blood refining orders required to enter the second level, as well as their numerical advantage, to occupy 70% to 80% of the seats in the second-level blood refining area.

But this time, the situation has changed dramatically.

The number of Yuanzers in Xuesha Lake is equal to that of Yuanzers from other forces.

The blood refining area is quiet at this moment, as deep as the abyss, which is breathtaking.

The air seemed to be restrained by an invisible gravity, solidified like a substance, so heavy that a drop of water could almost turn into a pearl.

All the Yuan people in this space shrouded by ancient rules held their breath and waited.

Their eyes were solemn, as if they were facing the deepest darkness in the universe. The atmosphere was so heavy that even time seemed to have stopped.

When the first level of the Blood Refining Competition Area was completely closed for an hour, the Blood Refining Gathering Area began to activate its horrifying and cruel mechanism.

The space gradually shrank in a subtle and imperceptible manner, as if an invisible giant was tightly grasping the void and controlling the fate of all beings in its palm.

Those platforms formed by blood will burst one by one from the outside under the pressure of space, like fragile bubbles dissipating under the scorching sun.

Three hours is the final deadline given to the Yuanzhe by the heaven and earth. It is also the time limit for them to race against time and struggle for survival on the brink of life and death.

By then, there will be only thirty bloody platforms left out of the thousands.

Each platform can only accommodate one survivor.

This means that the ticket to the third level is in the hands of only thirty strong men, and the rest of the Yuan masters have all perished in the ruthless fighting.

"Bam—"

In the distance, a deafening roar broke the silence of the Blood Refining Area.

The first platform could not bear the weight and exploded into countless bloody fragments.

The sudden sound, like the mockery of the god of death, made all the Yuan masters' hearts suddenly tighten. Tension and fear surged like a tide, drowning them in the endless blood-red space.

The space slowly shrank at an imperceptible speed, like an invisible giant, silently determining the rules of this game of life and death with its supreme majesty and profound wisdom.

The blood-red platforms floating in the void were either towering high like sharp blades piercing the sky, or hanging low like ghosts floating in a sea of ​​blood.

The Yuanzhe's eyes began to become sharp and alert. He scanned around and captured the subtle changes in his surroundings.

Their faces were distorted with tension, and sweat slid down their cheeks and dripped onto the platform under their feet, making a tiny but crisp sound.

"Bang bang——"

In the distance, the sound of platforms exploding continued, like the alarm bells of death, constantly striking the heartstrings of the people and reminding them of the urgency of time.

Every elementalist was silently calculating in his mind, trying to find the center of the space.

Because only the platform there can survive the coming catastrophe and become their last safe haven.

The number of platforms decreased dramatically as the space shrank, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and tension.

The Yuan-ers took action one after another. They jumped, ran, and fought, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this space that was about to collapse.

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An unprecedentedly brutal battle is about to begin.

Three hundred and sixty Yuanzhe, like heroes chosen by fate, launched a world-shaking and magnificent battle on the blood-soaked battlefield.

Figures wrapped in various energy radiances flickered in the blood-red void.

Some Yuan-zers specialize in close combat. They are as agile as lightning, holding Yuan-weapons that flash with cold light in their hands, like the scythe wielded by the god of death in the underworld, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the Yuan-zers around them.

Their eyes were filled with determination and ferocity. Every time they struck a blow, blood splattered everywhere, leaving terrifying trails in the air.

And those Yuanists who are good at long-range attacks are like gods in the sky, standing on high platforms, pouring down their Yuan power like a meteor shower, defeating their opponents.

The Yuan force is gorgeous and deadly, and the dazzling light is like gorgeous fireworks.

Their faces appeared particularly cold and indifferent under the reflection of the Yuanli light.

Some Yuan practitioners even resorted to forbidden techniques in order to turn the tide of battle at the critical moment.

The forbidden technique is powerful and strange, and can often change the situation of the battle in an instant, making the surrounding elements frightened and dare not approach easily.

As time goes by, the space compression becomes more and more severe, and the number of platforms decreases rapidly.

The disappearance of each platform is accompanied by a more brutal struggle.

The Yuanists began to no longer hold back and started to use their trump cards one after another, just to survive the brutal battle.

Their figures shuttled and clashed in the blood, as fiercely as the collision of planets.

The Yuan people travel together to resist the attacks of other Yuan people.

Some fight alone, relying on their personal strength to carve out a bloody path in the blood refining area.

The thrilling melee repeatedly presents stunning moments.

An old man in a green shirt was particularly eye-catching.

His hair and beard were all white, his face was full of wrinkles, and the years had left deep marks on it, but his eyes were as sharp as a torch.

He held a long sword in his hand, the blade of the sword glowing like a dragon.

Every time the sword was swung, it seemed as if the sound of a dragon's roar was heard.

Wherever the sword reached, the space was torn apart, leaving behind shocking cracks. It was invincible and could break anything.

Not far away, a middle-aged woman also became the focus of everyone's attention.

She had a graceful figure, as light as a fairy, but her eyes were as cold as ice, revealing a murderous intent that should not be underestimated.

A fan with intricate Yuan patterns painted on it was gently waving in his hand.

A strong wind suddenly arose, as if tens of millions of birds flapped their wings and flew high, blowing away the approaching opponents like fallen leaves and dragging them into an endless vortex.

However, even as strong as they are, they have to face a cruel reality: the number of platforms has sharply decreased.

As the space continues to shrink, the competition for platforms has become more intense, and there has even been a tragic situation where several people are competing for one platform.

The Yuan warriors fought fiercely, with blood splattering and lives withering away.

The air was filled with a heavy smell of blood, which made people feel cold and frightened.

Those who are weaker are destined to become victims in this struggle.

Their bodies were torn apart by the powerful impact of the elemental force, or pierced by sharp blades, and blood gushed out, dyeing the surrounding space red.

The wails and screams intertwined to form a tragic war song that echoed for a long time in the blood-shrouded void.

Suddenly, a figure wrapped in colorful lightning flames cut through the sky and rushed towards the center of the Blood Refining Area.

The wings of thunder and flame behind him flapped, causing bursts of roars, as if the god of thunder had descended, with overwhelming pressure.

The bone-breaking knife in his hand had terrifying lightning flames flowing on the blade.

Li Yuan's eyes revealed a cold and bloodthirsty intent, as if at this moment, he had transformed into the god of death on the battlefield, invincible.

Faced with such a chaotic battle situation, he thought to himself:

“Except for the large number of Blood Demon Lake Yuan Masters who took advantage of the situation, the Yuan Masters from other forces who were able to enter the second level should not be underestimated.

"Judging from their auras, there are quite a few people whose strength is far superior to Xue Yinchen.

"As expected of an old fellow who has stayed at the peak of the Half-Step Transformation Realm for hundreds of years and has not been able to sense the heavenly tribulation."

"kill!"

A deafening roar sounded, and a burly man as strong as an iron tower appeared, like a violent beast rushing out from the abyss of hell, with thick brown energy fluctuations lingering all over his body.

He tightly grasped a huge axe, with the axe blade shining with cold light, like the sharp blade of the god of death in the underworld, pointing directly at Li Yuan who was speeding in front of him, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty fanaticism and the light of destruction.

Li Yuanzheng shuttled between the huge suspended platforms like lightning.

Suddenly, he felt a mountain-like pressure coming from behind him. He was startled and quickly mobilized the energy in his body, pouring it madly into the Broken Bone Knife.

"Texture Technique, Bone Remnant Moon Rage."

A dazzling lightning flame suddenly burst out from his sword, transforming into a lightning flame moon blade that was nearly a hundred feet long, with intricate elemental patterns wrapped around it, and slashed straight towards the burly man.

Wherever the Thunder Flame Moon Blade passed, the space was torn apart, leaving behind shocking cracks.

"Bam—"

The Thunder Flame Moon Blade suddenly collided with the burly man's hastily raised axe, and an earth-shaking roar instantly burst out.

The burly man's arm was broken by the huge impact, as if it was hit by an invisible hammer, and the bones broke with a crackling sound.

"what!"

His face was distorted with pain, his eyes bulged out, and the burly man let out a shrill scream.

"How can this be?"

There was an expression of disbelief and horror in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)