I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 2 Gods and Devils Arena

When Zhang Jun opened his eyes, the noisy shouts and strong smell of blood around him gave him the urge to open his mouth and vomit.

Eyes looking around.

He was actually in a place similar to an arena, with a stage in front of him that was at least the size of four or five football fields.

And all around, there were auditoriums similar to those in an arena, densely packed with people.

Huge cheers and noise came like a tsunami.

"Kill, kill, kill!!"

Amidst the shouts of killing, a young man holding a long sword was seen on the ring below, kneeling on the girl's arms.

Holding a long sword, under the screams and urgings from here, he suddenly thrust the blade of the sword into the throat of the girl in front of him.

Immediately, blood flowed out like a gush, splattering on the young man's face.

Suddenly a huge cheer ensued.

Zhang Jun's eyes widened and he looked surprised.

This is crossed?
He looked at the immortal figures in the auditorium opposite.

He looked around again at the arena-like environment.

And the clothes on the people around me, the gloomy faces, and the fierce looks.

【Welcome to the Arena of Gods and Demons! 】

[Task: Participate in a competitive match. 】

[Reward: Three wishing stars, and you can return to reality at any time. 】

Arena, righteous path, evil path...

Zhang Jun thought for a few seconds and remembered the words he said when he entered the game...

This is the game world.

go back? ?Only a fool would go back, I wish I could stay here forever.

Zhang Jun took a deep breath and felt light all over. The torture of the disease finally disappeared. It was only at this moment that he felt that he was still alive, not a walking corpse like in reality.

At this moment, the young man in the audience seemed to have won, but he took a few steps forward unsteadily.

There were a bunch of clay pots placed there.

It's just that most of the pots have been smashed, leaving only the last two pots.

Now everyone began to hold their breath and quietly watched the young man's choice.

The boy looked at the two jars and chose the jar on the left without hesitation.

"Snapped!"

The moment the clay pot shattered, a dark cloud surged out of the clay pot. The next second the boy rolled his eyes and lay straight back, no longer breathing.

"Eh?? How could this happen? Didn't the girl from Butian Pavilion clearly predict that the jar contains the antidote?"

Before Zhang Jun understood what was going on, he heard a sound of surprise coming from beside him.

Looking sideways, he saw three teenagers standing next to him. Their clothes were exactly the same as his own. It seemed that he and the three of them should be brothers in the same discipline.

The three of them were discussing the process of this duel with each other.

Zhang Jun stood aside and listened for a while before he understood what was going on.

It turns out that the way to duel in the arena is not only to kill the opponent, but also to complete the corresponding rules.

The rule this time is to smash clay pots.

According to the rules, two jars will be given each time.

After smashing it, the next round of jars will appear.

There are six rounds and twelve clay pots in total, but each pot corresponds to a kind of poison.

The poison may be strong or weak.

A weak one may just cause diarrhea on the spot.

It won't be fatal if it's strong, but it will definitely make people miserable.

However, as the poisons in the jars are superimposed, after the sixth jar is smashed, the various toxins are mixed together, and a poison that can cause blood and seal the throat will be produced.

Of the two jars in the final round, one must be an antidote charm and the other a poison.

The two of them were okay at first, but the girl was a disciple of Butian Pavilion and was proficient in divination.

Knocking all the way down, you can avoid the important and take the easy every time.

The young man was already on the verge of collapse.

After finally holding on to the end, seeing that the girl had chosen the jar, the boy finally couldn't help but kill him.

The disciples of Butian Pavilion were not good at fighting after all. Even if the boy was poisoned more deeply than she was, he was still defeated and killed in the end.

But who would have thought that when the boy smashed the jar chosen by the girl with hope, it would actually contain poison.

This result made everyone sigh.

Some people even suspected that this might be something the girl did on purpose. She knew that no matter what choice she made, the boy would kill him, so she deliberately chose the wrong clay pot and died with the boy.

"Elder brother, this game should be considered a draw."

"Well, no one wins, so it's a tie. It's a pity. The bet of three thousand spirit stones. If this junior brother can win, not only can his cultivation be further improved, but with three thousand spirit stones, he may be able to stand out."

Suddenly someone opened his eyes wide and pointed downward: "No, look!"

Everyone looked sideways after hearing this, and they were all shocked.

I saw the woman whose throat was penetrated, tremblingly getting up from the ground.

The blood had already dyed her clothes red, and every step she took would leave a bright red blood mark on the ground.

Regardless of whether it was the demonic path or the righteous path on the opposite side, the disciples on both sides were all moved by this.

"Fuck, this bitch is pretending to be dead!"

The disciples of the Demonic Dao were stunned for a short time, and their expressions were also different.

Some admired him, others sneered at him, and some even started to curse.

But these did not affect the girl's determined pace.

She swayed her body, walked step by step to the last jar, glanced at the boy's body on the ground, and threw the last jar to the ground expressionlessly.

"Snapped!"

The jar shattered, and a golden spell flew out of it and penetrated into the girl's forehead.

It can be seen that the girl's body swayed, and a black mist emerged from behind her and quickly dissipated. It was all kinds of poisons that had been accumulated before.

It's hard to imagine how a weak woman could persist to this point despite enduring so many poisons and experiencing the pain of having her throat penetrated.

"Win!"

Seeing the girl's narrow victory, everyone in the audience opposite let out loud shouts.

Someone even jumped up and appeared next to the girl in the blink of an eye, helping to stop the bleeding and heal her injuries.

Compared with the cheers of the righteous people in front of them, the devil's side can't be said to be like mourning Kao Yi, but they can't help but feel a little distressed.

I heard the young man next to me, who was suspected to be his senior brother, lowering his head and secretly feeling angry:
"Three thousand spiritual stones, how many treasures can be exchanged for in the arena? You cheap servant, you are so lucky."

Zhang Jun frowned, turned around and glanced at this guy.

The other person had yellow hair and was skinny. He was muttering to himself, but he didn't notice that Zhang Jun had silently taken a few steps away from this guy.

After the girl was sent down, there was a lively shouting and ridicule from both sides.

Zhang Jun watched with excitement.

This battle can only be seen by the Chinese Super League.

When the two sides were yelling at each other, Zhang Jun took a second look at himself. This body was younger than his own in reality. Not only was it light, but it was also very strong.

There are still some fragments of information in my mind.

Zhao Ju.

Gather one layer of Qi.

Cultivation method: Blood Demon Kung Fu.

The information was too scattered. Before Zhang Jun had time to organize and digest the information carefully, a huge bell rang in his ears, waking him up. "Boom!!"

The deep ringing of the bell suppressed the restlessness of the arena.

Immediately afterwards, a host wearing a white mask walked to the middle of the ring.

He took out a piece of white paper from his wide sleeve and solemnly read:

"The next battle will be between the Wusheng Sect and the Qingyun Sect. Both sides have their own personal vendettas. They are betting on their lives. The winner will live and the loser will die!"

Along with the reading, everyone gradually began to become quiet.

Wushengmen?
It's such an unlucky name, can't it be given a nicer one?
Zhang Jun secretly complained in his heart, and suddenly found that the light around him suddenly dimmed.

He lowered his head and saw a huge shadow in front of him, covering him like a hill, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Looked up.

Looking up against the light, he saw a two-meter-tall giant standing behind him at some point.

The giant was wearing a worn Taoist robe, his hair was disheveled, and his face could not be seen clearly.

Just standing there, the light around him seemed to be swallowed up by a force around him.

Are you a human? ?
Zhang Jun looked at the Taoist in front of him, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

But he didn't want to stumble, and his body suddenly became unstable.

Just as he was about to fall into a panic, the Taoist in front of him grabbed him.

The huge palm pulled on his arm, and the cold touch made Zhang Jun shiver.

This guy's hands don't look like a living person.

"Meet Master!"

In contrast to Zhang Jun's stunned expression, the three young men behind him had already bent down to pay homage.

Hearing the sound of three people paying homage behind him, Zhang Jun suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Could this guy be his master?
The Taoist waved his hand and let go of Zhang Jun.

"Master, this time you take action personally, could it be that your opponent is Taoist Yushu of Qingyun Sect?"

The eldest brother stepped forward and asked.

The Taoist nodded: "We are old rivals. We need to settle some accounts."

"Master, you have cultivated your skills and participated in creation. You have entered the realm of Taoism. How can that old man Yushu be your opponent?"

Senior Brother Huang Mao, who had just whispered the curse, immediately came forward and began to flatter him.

Zhang Jun listened and responded to the trivial information in his mind.

The path of cultivation is divided into refining bones, gathering energy, concentrating the mind, entering the Tao, and becoming the Tao.

Those who can enter the Tao are all elders of the sect, masters in their own right.

So I am a disciple of Wu Sheng Sect?

Can I change my sect?

This name is too...

After a moment, Zhang Jun sighed, no longer entangled in this matter.

He knew that this kind of thing was probably beyond his control.

Fortunately, the giant-like master in front of him seemed to feel quite safe.

"Kickkick..."

A huge turntable emerged and rose from the ring.

There are three layers inside and outside the turntable.

There are various strange shapes on each layer.

Each of the above graphics corresponds to the rules and methods of the next competitive match.

The three-layer carousel is terrain, rules, and competition methods.

If you are lucky, the rules may be simpler. If you are unlucky and encounter some extreme rules, then consider yourself unlucky.

Although Zhang Jun couldn't understand it, it didn't affect his mood.

He squinted at the rules above, but silently prayed in his heart that the rules of this duel would be a little more exciting.

After all, for a dying person, this may be the last scene.

Compared to Zhang Jun's excitement, the mood of the three brothers on the side was completely different from his. They had begun to pray silently, hoping that the rules would be simpler this time.

"Kakkaka..."

The three-tier turntables began to rotate at the same time.

Everyone held their breath.

"It's an arena match!"

Before he could think about it, the third senior brother Huang Mao shouted excitedly that this was the terrain for the arena competition.

There are no obstacles, no complicated environment, and it is most suitable for simple fighting.

"Hahaha, now Qingyun Sect may not even be able to rely on the terrain."

The eldest brother and second brother showed great joy on their faces.

"The Qingyun Sect is not good at fighting, but they are good at formations and talismans, but these things have lost the advantage of the terrain. Facing our master, they will definitely lose."

The eldest brother looked secretly happy, the methods practiced by the Wusheng Sect were all killing techniques.

Not to mention their Blood Fiend lineage, they are the most adept at fighting in the Wusheng Sect.

Taoist Yushu is afraid that he will be doomed this time.

Immediately afterwards, the turntable on the second floor also began to stop.

It's a weird skull shape.

"Feast!"

The three senior brothers were startled when they saw this figure, and the excitement on their faces quickly receded from their faces.

This is not a good rule.

Although Zhang Jun didn't know what the rule of "sacrifice" meant, he could feel a sense of uneasiness on everyone's faces.

So he approached the second senior brother and asked in a low voice: "Senior brother, what is this rule?"

The second senior brother didn't think much and explained; "It should be related to the sacrifice, and it depends on the duel method in the third round."

"Oh."

"Kakkaka..."

The turntable on the third floor was still turning, and everyone was getting nervous at this moment.

The way of competition is the key to determining the victory or defeat of both parties.

If the fighting is okay, you can completely crush the opponent with your strength.

But if it is not a fight but other methods, although the opponent can be solved by force in the process, the outcome may not necessarily be solved by force alone.

"Crack, click, click..."

The turntable gradually stopped, and when the long needle on the turntable pointed to a gourd, the faces of the three brothers instantly darkened.

On the opposite side, the audience of the Righteous People erupted into a huge burst of laughter, as if they had seen some kind of joke.

Although Zhang Jun didn't know what the gourd meant, he could think with his toes that it was probably not something their master was good at.

The host began to read out the competition method.

"The battle in the arena, alchemy refining, takes three hours. The first one to refine the elixir wins."

After the host finished speaking, he glanced meaningfully here and then continued:
"The rules are as follows. You two can draw the elixir recipe from the box. Most of the elixir recipes are incomplete and you need to find a way to complete them.

But there are also perfect elixir recipes, but the difficulty is extremely high. What you draw depends on your luck.

It doesn't matter even if the alchemy fails.

However, each time the materials for elixir are re-refined, Qi’s disciples need to complete a curse trial. According to the rules, the contestants’ disciples must also participate! "

(End of this chapter)