Volume 2: Blood Slaughter Chapter 109: Purgatory Road · Blood-Colored Adhesion

  On the snowy mountain, Luohe's divine consciousness observed the scene of the Blood Killing God Temple in the distance.

  The scene of the monks fighting against the demon beasts couldn't escape his eyes, his eyes were always calm and unruffled, only when Zhang Heng punched the snake demon flying did his mouth corners involuntarily bring a hint of smile.

  When the four-sided token gathered, the temple was about to open, and when the mysterious man appeared, Luo He's face changed slightly, and he quickly withdrew his divine sense.

  Just then, a half-transparent blood-colored figure appeared beside him.

  "You are... Blood Killing God Emperor..." Luo He felt a huge gaze, his face showing a surprised and uncertain expression.

  "I am a remnant of the Blood Killing God Emperor's external incarnation left behind 100,000 years ago. According to the mission left by my true body, I will guide you through the trials of the Divine Temple. You are an anomaly in this cave, and since your cultivation is not suitable, I will expel you from the cave."

  With a wave of his blood-colored hand, Luo He was shifted out by the power of the laws in this cave.

  At this time, outside the Blood Killing Temple, another blood-colored figure also said similar words:

  "I am a strand of external incarnation left by the Blood Killing God Emperor 100,000 years ago. According to the task left by my master before his ascension, I will guide you through the trial of the Divine Temple. This time, we are opening the highest level trial of the Blood Killing God Temple."

  "This trial is extremely difficult, and it's unlikely that even five of you will make it out alive. It's possible that all fifty of you will perish here."

  The monks present were all stunned, listening to the meaning of the blood-colored shadow. This trial was still the highest level. The monks who participated in the trial would absolutely be killed nine times out of ten, and it was even possible that all the monks present would be buried here.

  "Before truly opening the temple, you can choose to give up, but you cannot stay inside the cave dwelling anymore. I will send those who choose to give up out of the cave dwelling."

  Give up? Many non-top masters have moved.

  As soon as you enter this temple, it's absolutely a situation of nine deaths and one life. For those who are not very confident in their own strength, they will all secretly retreat.

  "I give up!"

  "Never mind, I give up."

  ……

  In no time, seven or eight people chose to give up.

  Most of these monks were from Fangyun Mountain, and their strength was around the late stage of Qi Refining.

  The blood-colored figure looked at these people with a hint of disappointment and a faintly mocking tone.

  "Even if I let you out, you can only spend your life in vain, so I'll send you on your way ahead of time."

  The blood-colored figure waved its hand lightly, and those seven or eight cultivators were instantly enveloped in a bloody glow.

  They didn't even have time to let out a miserable cry, and these monks turned into pools of blood, completely disappearing from this world.

  "Which of you still wants to give up? I won't take your lives." The blood-colored figure's mouth corners held a faint smile.

  "You are a divine emperor, why must you be so contradictory?" Just then, a voice that was all too familiar to Zhang Heng rang out.

  Zhang Heng knew without looking that it was undoubtedly Zhao Rui.

  It's really frustrating, how can Zhao Rui be so tactless?

  The blood-colored figure gazed quietly at Zhao Rui, his face expressionless.

  The whole audience fell silent, with all eyes fixed on Zhao Rui.

  The gaze of the blood-colored figure swept over Zhao Rui's body for a while, unexpectedly, he didn't show any signs of anger.

  "Are you a Zhao? Also a descendant of Huo Gui." The blood-colored figure muttered in a low voice.

  Zhao Rui couldn't help but feel puzzled, why would this Blood Killing God Emperor's clone know his surname Zhao? The mysterious old man who had saved Luo Ningxue earlier also knew his surname.

  The figure in red retracted his gaze and said softly, "From the moment I appeared, it marked the official start of the trial. None of you are allowed to quit. What just happened was just a test."

  The monks present couldn't help but take a cold breath, and many of them couldn't help but feel fortunate that they hadn't chosen to give up earlier.

  "Without a determination to survive even if it means being on the brink of death, entering the temple would be nothing but a futile attempt."

  The blood-colored figure might be because of Zhao Rui's reason, so I'll explain it once more.

  Zhuo Rui was fiercely pinched by Luo Ningxue's jade-like hand beside him.

  "What's wrong, Luo Shijie?"

  "Don't interfere in other people's business..." Luo Ningxue also found this son speechless, and transmitted her voice through her divine sense.

  A figure with blood-colored clothes walked slowly towards the Blood Slaughter Temple.

  Gently touch the wall of this temple with your hand.

  In an instant, the entire Blood Kill Temple became like a liquid, as if it was entirely composed of blood, constantly fluctuating, just like a bloody shadow.

  In a short while, the Blood Kill Temple seemed to be made up of semi-transparent red buildings, and even reflected the faintly swaying figures of the monks on the scene.

  "What a strange temple!" Zhang Heng could see the blood-colored temple above, and the astonished expressions of the monks present.

  Zhang Heng even had a feeling that this temple was like a living thing.

  A crimson silhouette's hand drew a long oval shape on the temple wall.

  With his movement, a blood-colored light gate about two meters high formed in front of the crowd of monks at the Blood Kill Temple.

  "Since there's no one left who wants to give up, you can all go in now..."

  The blood-colored figure spoke to the crowd of cultivators.

  All the cultivators present hesitated for a moment, and finally Nanming and Li Hong almost simultaneously walked out and headed towards the blood-colored light gate.

  Two figures disappeared before everyone's eyes.

  Then others also went into the temple.

  Zhang Heng didn't fall behind this time either and soon followed the monks of Dugu Sky City into the Blood Light Gate.

  "It's so dark here!" A monk next to him complained as soon as they entered the temple.

  Zhang Heng gazed around at the pitch-black world, feeling that even a cultivator's night vision was useless here.

  In this pitch-black world, there is only one blood-red wavy road left.

  "Is this still a road?" Zhang Heng only saw that the "road" was composed of a very viscous red substance.

  Anyone can see that this is not a normal road.

  Before long, the other cultivators also entered the Blood Kill Temple.

  A figure in red also appeared here, his body floating in mid-air.

  "This is a no-fly zone, except for me, you can't fly, and can only walk through this purgatory road."

  Some monks didn't believe in evil and tried to fly, but before their bodies even left the ground, they were pressed down hard on the ground by a powerful force.

  Zhang Heng tried jumping with his physical strength and found no effect.

  "The first trial, Refining Hell Road." After Blood Shadow finished speaking, he disappeared in front of the crowd of cultivators.

  Zhang Heng stared at the pitch-black world. If he didn't follow this path, he was afraid that he would disappear forever in this place.

  "There's no turning back now, let's just go with it!"

  Soon some monks walked towards that "Purgatory Road".

  The monks all kept a certain distance from each other as they walked towards Purgatory Road.

  Zhang Heng found that the cultivators in front of him, after stepping onto the Refining Hell Road, looked very stiff and dull, with a extremely gloomy expression on their faces.

  Before long, Zhang Heng also set foot on the blood-red sticky road.

  As he stepped on it, Zhang Heng felt a soft and fluffy sensation, but the road surface seemed to have a sticky force that made people's pace extremely slow.

  Damn it! This is totally a 22nd-century super glue-like existence! Zhang Heng cursed in his heart.

  Imagine a road covered with a layer of strong adhesive, and you have to walk through it from here. What would you think?

  This road to hell is definitely not paved with strong glue, but its effect is several times stronger than strong glue.

  "How frustrating!" Zhang Heng's feet lifted with difficulty and stuck to the ground again after landing.

  It's okay, Zhang Heng's physical strength is very strong, and this sticky force has a slightly smaller impact on him.

  As for the monks present? Zhang Heng's gaze fell upon these monks, each of whom walked forward in a wretched and disheveled state, their postures extremely strange.

  "Haha......" Zhang Heng couldn't help but laugh quietly.

  His laughter was low, but in this quiet dark world, it was still very clear.

  The monks suddenly glared at each other in anger.

  "Which son of a bitch is laughing there? I can barely move!" A somewhat familiar voice started scolding loudly from behind.

  Zhang Heng took a look and this person wasn't Wang Yuan of Xianyun Sect?

  Wang Yuan's stout body was moving laboriously on the road to Purgatory, with beads of sweat as big as soybeans streaming down his fat face.

  This kid's mouth is indeed very dirty. Last time, because of his big mouth, he was taken by Nan Ming as a bait, and unexpectedly, he still hasn't learned his lesson.

  "Shut up, fatty." Zhang Heng was now using Zhao Yun's image and didn't mind scolding him.

  Wang Yuan was taken aback by Zhang Heng's image for a moment, and then he burst out scolding: "You little white face, come over if you have the ability."

  Wang Yuan looked at Zhang Heng with a pleased and complacent expression, keeping a certain distance from him, not believing he would come over.

  "Alright, I'm coming!" In the next moment, Zhang Heng suddenly jumped over from several meters away and then stretched out his fist to lightly tap the fat guy.

  "Huang" Wang's entire body lay on the ground, his fat body instantly stuck to the sticky red road surface.

  Zhang Heng also used his foot to press him down on the ground.

  "Ah!" Wang Yuan's entire body seemed to have become a part of the red asphalt, unable to move.

  Zhang Heng let out a cold snort and left on his own initiative. Doing so was more satisfying than killing him.

  "Someone save me! Pull me out..." Wang Yuan yelled as he lay on the red sticky ground.

  Wang Yuan's hand flickered with a faint blue light, barely supporting himself as he struggled to get up. A monk ignored him and stepped on his body as if it were a footboard.

  Letting out a dull hum, Wang Yuan lay weakly on the red sticky ground.

  "Let me save you." Just then, a slightly cold voice came over.

  Zhang Heng looked up and saw Yuwen Lin from Feng Xing Gate.