Chapter Thirty-Five: The Slaughter Begins

  "Humming"

  A ray of light flashed continuously, appearing in a place with lush green grass.

  Yang raised his head to gaze at the sky, blue sky and white clouds, the ground beneath his feet was unusually solid, occasionally a gentle breeze would blow by, carrying with it the faint scent of flowers and grass.

  This is a completely picturesque and idyllic place, and it's not an illusion at all, this is a real place.

  "What a wonderful, mysterious treasure! Inside, there's actually a real world. This time, the Dragon Transformation Competition has one million cultivators, all of whom have been absorbed into this four-sided mirror treasure. And in different worlds, the treasure's mystical wonder is simply unimaginable!"

  Yang Yi said in a low voice, with his current understanding, he couldn't imagine that a hundred million powerful cultivators were actually just inside a small mirror.

  After calming down slightly, Yang Yi looked around and suddenly found that there was no cultivator around him.

  "It seems that all the monks have indeed been separated, and we will be here for a month. Within this month, we must kill a certain number of monks. In such a real world, there are crises everywhere, and we must be careful!"

  Yang Yi was also in no hurry, his expression cautious, slowly walking forward.

  "Huh? Is someone in front?"

  Yang's ear moved slightly, and he immediately sniffed his nose, catching a whiff of blood. His entire body quickly darted forward in a swift sprint.

  Whoosh

  Yang Yi looked at the small hill in front of him, where a man was looking around everywhere. At his feet lay a corpse with its head cut off. It was clear that these two people had met and then fought to the death.

  "Blood coagulation is fourfold, breath is not strong, can be killed!"

  Yang Yi's mouth corners slightly curved into a smile, and then he darted back and forth between the trees. As for the mountain forest, he was more familiar with it than anyone else. He quietly hid behind a dense foliage, took off the Moonfall Bow from his back, and drew the string to its fullest extent.

  "Whoosh"

  Yang Yi shot out five arrows in a row, the sharp whistling sound quickly caught the man's attention, but it was too late. A look of horror flashed across his face, and then his entire body was pierced with several bloody holes, dying instantly.

  Yang Yi's expression changed, and he suddenly looked into the void. Just as he shot and killed this man, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind: "Yang Yi killed No. 56874, obtained the opponent's score, and has now killed two people, ranking 94,438th."

  This sound was very abrupt, and Yang understood in an instant that it was the voice of the Four Sides Mirror. Only this magical treasure could be so mysterious and clearly tally up the number of cultivators each person had killed to ensure absolute accuracy.

  Yang's mouth corner revealed a hint of a smile, and he muttered: "Interesting, killing one person, and even the opponent's achievements are all added to his own body. In that case, there is no need to rush, when the time comes, just kill those high-ranking cultivators, and their achievements will become mine."

  "Whoosh"

  Yang instantly darted up the small hill, stretched out his hand and absorbed the essence of blood from the two corpses on the ground, put it into the jade bottle, and then flashed his body again, disappearing into the mountains.

  At the same time, in the space within the four-sided mirror, countless monks were constantly killing each other, and even many talented figures were killed. Dozens of them surrounded a powerful monk together, and finally the powerful monk died miserably.

  In this dragon-changing competition, anything can happen. Even the strongest person is not guaranteed to win and may be surrounded and killed by several strong people.

  Of course, there is one person who has always been far ahead. His appearance is like a death storm, and countless lives are harvested in his hands.

  He was called the God of Death outside, and this person was naturally Bai Yi.

  Ever since Bai Yi entered, he began a crazy killing spree. No matter who he met, it was always the same word: "death". There had never been an exception before. On his ranking, the number of deaths continued to rise. In just a short period of time, he killed more than 300 cultivators, extremely terrifying.

  There were also several other sons of the Dòngzhǔ, such as Xiè Yuánfēng from Qīng Fēng Cave and Huá Qiánkūn from Wú Yá Cave, who were all considered top contenders before the competition. As soon as they entered the Four Sides Mirror, they showed no mercy at all, quickly killing over a hundred people, with their rankings only slightly behind Bái Yì.

  Time slowly passed, and the ten days quickly went by. With the ten-day massacre, the remaining cultivators were extremely cunning, some were even frightened to death and hid in a place where no one could find them, quietly waiting for the Dragon Transformation Competition to end.

  Many monks who knew they couldn't rank in the top 100 withdrew from the competition, and in a world full of desolate mountains, finding someone who deliberately hid was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

  The top 100 rankings of the ten districts have basically been produced, and the fluctuation range is not large. The cultivators who can successfully survive for ten days are all extremely extraordinary.

  Yang Yi was currently inside the mountain cave, where he quickly refined the essence blood in each jade bottle. During these ten days, he didn't intentionally go out to kill people, but instead killed one and extracted their essence blood, then found a place to refine it, constantly increasing his own strength.

  He killed more than 100 people in these ten days, and his ranking was only 34,365, far from entering the top 100.

  "Call"

  Yang Yi's eyes suddenly opened, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, making the blood and energy in his body even stronger.

  "Ten days have passed, it's time to take action! Alright, you are our first target!"

  Yang Yi's eyes looked towards a valley in front of him, where there were twenty monks with fourfold condensed blood. These twenty monks had gathered unexpectedly and after a brief discussion, they formed an interest alliance to surround and kill those solitary or few monks.

  In this kind of alliance, it's very common in this competition where killing determines the outcome. Such alliances can be seen everywhere, and those powerful cultivators may be killed by these united cultivators at any time.

  Yang Yi had been observing them for several days and knew they were active in the valley ahead. After dozens of days, the number of people they had robbed and killed was also in the hundreds, a terrifying figure.

  "Whoosh"

  Yang Yi's body flashed, and he had already flashed into the mountain forest, disappearing from sight.

  At this time, in the outside world, around Huálóng Tower, there were countless cultivators watching the giant mirror in the sky. The mirror was divided into ten zones, each zone displaying the names of the top 100 cultivators.

  Many people find familiar names right above.

  Liu Jing also stared at the tenth district, and she almost memorized the names of the first hundred people, but still couldn't find the name she was looking for.

  "Brother, you think Yang Yi will...?" Liu Jing asked with some concern.

  "Nonsense!" Liu Yun quickly interrupted Liu Jing's words.

  Liu Yun looked at the rankings in the tenth district again, muttering to himself: "Yang brother's strength is powerful, with many means, he absolutely won't die, he must appear on this ranking..."

  Although he said so, Liu Yun's face was also full of worry, after all, it had been ten days, and generally speaking, if you don't get on the list within ten days, it's hard to get on the list again!

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