Too ruthless, I will become a group favorite in the world of cultivating immortals

I don’t know how long it took, maybe the mortals in the cage stood up, maybe they kicked out all the corpses that were in the way, maybe the blood fountain started to boil...

In Tiandu Immortal City, Mu Anran suddenly opened his eyes and found himself wrapped in a layer of frost.

She broke through the ice, and the ice was stained with her own blood, and there was something extra in her body.

It was like... a demonic aura condensed from a mass of death... No, it didn't look like demonic aura. It was gray with a hint of pink, and seemed to be a color diluted by blood.

"Me too?" Mu Anran was stunned.

She immediately lost her mind and turned her perspective to Fang Ling.

She endured it here, but what about Fang Ling?

In the blood spring, two bloody men were sent to the blood spring by the bloody water.

When the blood flowed into the ground, his face was revealed. It was Fang Linghe...

"Oh?" Xuesheng said, "You are quite unexpected."

The other person was still protecting his head, and it was the old demon slave.

Those who couldn't squeeze into the cage didn't jump into the bloody fountain. Some of them had the will to die.

But apart from Fang Ling, only the old demon slave had withstood the test of the blood fountain.

"It's not all a bunch of trash. All right, send them to the Colosseum." The blood in the blood fountain disappeared.

Lao Tuo was embarrassed, stepped forward and said, "So many times in the past years, you are the only two who have this luck. After entering the blood spring, you transformed from a demon slave into a member of the immortal city. You are lucky."

"But..." Lao Tuo sneered, "Don't think this is enough!"

The next moment, Fang Ling and the old demon slave found themselves in a place full of people.

There are countless strange-shaped buildings and high platforms, and at the bottom is an open space made of thick to black blood soil.

As the cage was released, the blood and soil rose and released some scarlet blood, making more than 1000 demon slaves' eyes red. After killing each other, Fang Ling and the old demon slave knew where the blood on the ground came from.

The old demon slave touched his whole body. His old face was still old, but his rickety body had regained some vitality, as if he had returned to the state of his prime.

He finally recovered from this incident and whispered, "This is the Colosseum of the Immortal City."

What does the Colosseum in the Immortal City look like?For Tianzhou Zhiyuan, this is nothing unusual, it is just for fun and some people cheer.His fists were clenched and his eyes were red, as if he was infected by the crowd, and he was shouting, "Kill him! Kill him! Kill everyone in the crowd!"

Treat humans as beasts, and in this place, humans will be like beasts, fighting it out to win or lose.

The blood and flesh splattered all over the field, the teeth were biting, and the legs were galloping, like wild beasts, and they were torn apart without looking for the south wall.

There is no southern wall left for them.

The old demon slave looked away, but Fang Ling looked at it silently.

I hope there is nothing good on the mainland.

When he was down, some people would not step on him and others would look down upon him; when he was strong, there would be crowds of people in front of his door, asking for a weapon.

But compared with what is in front of me, it seems like heaven.

A fire gradually burned in Fang Ling's heart, burning into his heart and body.

I have been hammering for many years, silent and depressed.

Fang Ling remained unmoved.

He can't save these people, he can't save these people, and he also has his enemies to kill.

Fang Ling suddenly thought of that face that could never be blurred.

Friend Ning Qing yawned, but his expression was determined when he entered the elixir room. Even though he was depressed while waiting for the elixir to be completed, he never relaxed.Fang Ling was puzzled, Ning Qing returned to his cynical look as he counted the newly released pills.

"What do you think alchemy is? People in the world think that alchemy is about calmness and calmness. But don't forget, the people who make alchemy are monks, and alchemy is also a kind of practice."

"I would like to think, if I refine the elixir with a different mood, will I get a different elixir? Speaking of this, I think you can try it, try to suppress your anger, All of them are integrated into one's magic weapon, and there may be different harvests."

"Everything in this world is like this. We are monks first before we can become alchemists and weapon masters. Xiao Fang Ling, do you agree?"

I don’t know how long it took, but the victory or defeat in the Colosseum was decided, but the noise around them became louder. Even the faces of the demon cultivators were red, and they said urgently, "Kill him! Kill him!"

There were only a few people on the field. Some were standing, some were kneeling and begging for mercy, some were fighting fiercely, and some were lying helpless...

The blood on the ground thickened again, staining his whole body.

Everyone on the field regained their consciousness, and then Xuesheng showed them how their ancestors got to the Abyss of Tianzhou, and described the world of Wangzhi Continent to them.

Seeing the standing people swaying, the people begging for mercy are dying, and the fighting people are at a loss...

Xuesheng turned sideways and said coldly, "If you want to become a part of our Immortal City, then bid farewell to your past with your own hands."

The old man smiled and said, "Go ahead, you two, kill them, cut them into pieces, and make a contribution to the undead city that raised you."

Fang Ling stood up numbly, with Ning Qing's face still in his mind.

The old devil couldn't help but shake his head and cried bitterly, "It turns out that the sun is like that! It turns out that the moon looks like that! It turns out that the world above is so beautiful!"

Fang Ling raised his eyes and could see the formation of demonic energy. He saw that the mainland was peaceful and peaceful. In this picture given by Xuesheng, there were no intrigues and intrigues, only the best things in the world.

The demon cultivators laughed loudly, "This year's Colosseum is wonderful!"

"The blood-born demon guard is still powerful! If it weren't for him, how would we know that mortals still have so many emotions!"

"Hahahaha! The seven emotions and six desires of mortals are really wonderful! They are really wonderful!"

Fang Ling stepped onto the thick soil and felt the sticky texture under his bare feet.

There happened to be a man who was unable to lie down at his feet.

He was still alive, with his eyes open, staring at the scene in the sky, filled with tears.

"It's so beautiful... It turns out that people... can hug each other..."

In the pink and tender wooden house, Mu An was sitting upright, without any expression or action, just lowered his purple eyes, watching seriously.

For monks, they work hard to practice Taoism and can experience many tragic things in the world.Those who are at the top of their Taoist minds, monks who are above the level of physical training, are sensible and know what can and cannot be done.

And what about Fang Ling?

Can he do it?
Mu Anran didn't say a word.

Fang Ling looked down at the man full of tears, but thought of the scene before he entered the abyss of Tianzhou. For the first time, there was someone else besides Ning Qing's face in his mind.

He was steadfast in his vows, determined to take revenge, and kept saying that he could.

"Are you sure you can?"

The voice of Bai Xiaosheng, who looked like a ghost, was ethereal.

Fang Ling said, "No matter what price I pay, attacking the abyss of Tianzhou and killing the enemy is my lifelong obsession!"

"Pfft!"

Fang Ling punched the man in the neck, and when he raised his head again, there was another burst of cheers from the stage, as if he had done something great and pleased the audience, and the audience rewarded him with cheers.