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Mo Beichen raised his head and looked at Jiang's extremely distorted face, his eyes were indifferent.

He was not frightened by the other party's terrifying appearance at all.

Seeing that Mo Beichen didn't respond, Jiang turned his head away with a clicking sound, but he didn't bother Mo Beichen anymore, it seemed that everything just now was a sign of his nervousness.

Finally the fifth day is over.

Before everyone had time to relax for a moment, several people wearing black cloaks broke into the stronghold.

Without even giving everyone time to react, four people were taken out of the stronghold where Mo Beichen was located by the group of black cloaks.

Then there were several horrific yells.

Everything was quiet again.

The black cloak who counted the skulls for them walked in front of everyone, "In the first round, a total of 130 people returned to the stronghold. According to the number of skulls, those people who were more than [-] people have just been killed. I think Again, there is only victory and death here, and even if you survive by chance, there is only death waiting for you in the end."

Mo Beichen closed his eyes slightly, and he found that his state of mind had slowly changed. This was not the first time that the black cloak had said this.

But this time Mo Beichen found that he was faintly excited.

Yes, excited.

This life-or-death thrill seemed to awaken some inexplicable longing in Mo Beichen's heart.

Maybe Mo Beichen has been subtly influenced by the atmosphere here during the five days in the yellow sand.

The black cloak waved his hand, and a huge water mirror appeared in front of everyone.

What appeared on the water mirror was the first ranking of the Battle of Hundred Demons.

This ranking is somewhat surprising.

Mo Beichen did not expect that his name would be ranked fourth.

And Jiang Tou, who won as many as [-], is not ranked first.

There is actually a person who has taken down 350 two skulls and is on top of him.

The number one person is called Wan Chengtian.

This person was not in their stronghold, and Mo Beichen had no impression of him.

"Next, you will come to the second stage of the Battle of Hundred Demons." Shui Jing was put away by the black cloak, and just after he said coldly, all the people in the stronghold had a strong spiritual light.

Another teleportation tactic.

But in the blink of an eye, all the people appeared out of thin air in an old forest with towering trees.

In front of them, there were also many faces they hadn't seen before, and they should be people from other strongholds.

"Look at your wrists," said the black cloak.

Everyone bowed their heads as promised, Mo Beichen frowned, and at some point a string of blood-red characters appeared on his wrist.

130 II.

If Mo Beichen remembered correctly, it was the number of skulls he had just obtained.

"Everyone has a number on their wrist. This number is the number of skulls you harvested in the last level, and it is also the number of days you can survive in this cursed forest."

"What the hell?!"

"What does this mean?"

"I'm only 32! Doesn't that mean I can only live for 32 days? What are you doing?!"

"..."

Obviously, the words of the black cloak startled everyone, and many people were very frightened by the news of their imminent death.

"This is the forest of the curse, all of you have been hit by the dead blood spell. When the numbers on your wrists become zero, your bodies will turn into blood mist, and you will be out of the game immediately." The black cloak ignored those The reaction of aggressive people.

"If you want to live longer, you can choose to kill other people. The remaining days of the people you kill will belong to you."

"The rules are like this. After one year, I will take the remaining living people out to accept the final trial of the demon king."

"You have one day to rest. Of course, you can also kill today. But you will not get other people's points, and I do not recommend you to do this."

"This cursed forest has enough water and beasts to guarantee your basic survival."

"Tomorrow, the second level of the Battle of Hundred Demons will officially begin. See you in a year." After speaking, the man in the black cloak disappeared.

The crowd was in an uproar.

What a disgusting ordeal.

But also exciting enough.

Now, no one has the idea of ​​killing people at will. After all, except for the person who ranked first, everyone doesn't have enough days to survive.

The second hurdle has not officially started yet, killing people cannot get the number of days others survived.

Everyone dispersed in a tacit understanding.

Survive by killing?

Mo Beichen felt a little bitter in his heart, he felt sorry for the hundred skulls he left behind.

That is a full hundred days of survival time.

Mo Beichen could only sigh in his heart that his luck was bad.

He didn't complain all the time, and started to search around in the cursed forest. While secretly remembering the general appearance of the cursed forest, he silently calculated what the black cloaked man said just now.

One year converted into 360 five days.

There are a total of one hundred people in this cursed forest.

If the number of survival days of all people is taken as a total, Mo Beichen estimates it to be about... more than 500.

And every day that passes, every living person consumes a day.

This is forcing them to fight fiercely from the first day, reducing the number of people.

The more people die, the better the chance that those left of them will make it through the year.

Mo Beichen found a fairly secluded foothold, drank some stream water, and killed a hare with his dagger along the way for a delicious meal.

After that, he recharged his batteries and waited for the arrival of tomorrow.

As the new sun slowly rises, kill to survive, from now on.

Under this almost perverted rule, this originally quiet forest of curses has gradually become a bloody battlefield.All people will try their best to kill others in order to survive.

Five days after entering the cursed forest, Mo Beichen's subordinates had already lost ten lives, and his number of days had gradually increased to 230.

Mo Beichen didn't dare to be careless. Although he now has ample number of days to live, the task he gave himself was to save as much time as possible for a year in one month.

Mo Beichen still had some impressions of the ranking displayed by the black cloak. Most of the people here did not have thirty days left.

If possible, Mo Beichen naturally hoped to collect a full year of survival sooner.

But the Forest of the Cursed is really too big, and the terrain is also very complicated.

Compared to being hunted down immediately, there are quite a few people who are at the bottom of the strength would rather stay alive.

And the more time passed, the fewer people survived. Sometimes Mo Beichen couldn't find a single person for a day.

A month passed, and Mo Beichen had only beheaded fifteen people in the Cursed Forest, and his survival time was stuck at the [-] mark, unable to break through.

After another three months, Mo Beichen, who had been hunting for a day, returned to his foothold.

He untied the cloth strip on his wrist, revealing the bloody characters 270 on it, and he couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth.

He finally collected enough survival days for himself.

He could breathe a little easier.

Mo Beichen threw his tattered clothes aside, revealing his scarred upper body.

He came to the creek, took out a piece of cloth with some water on it, and carefully wiped his body.

During these three whole months, Mo Beichen never closed his eyes. He even felt that he was born to kill.

The most dangerous time was when Mo Beichen was squatted back by a dozen people after hunting one person.

These ten or so people are all desperadoes who survived for no more than five days.

None of them are strong.

But it may be because of the fear of death, their attacks are all methods of injuring the enemy eight hundred and self-defeating one thousand.

They spontaneously gathered together, ready to gamble with all their might.

Then they selected Mo Beichen as their target.

As for why he chose Mo Beichen, when Mo Beichen saw the ordinary face in the group of people that he refused to cooperate with before, he understood in his heart.

Presumably that person told others that he was not strong enough and that it was luck to have so many skulls.

Everyone has no magic power, and everyone relies on a flesh and blood body. It is very difficult for one enemy to fight against more than ten people.

What's more, Mo Beichen had just finished a fierce fight and was extremely exhausted.

A dozen people surrounded Mo Beichen without saying much, and some even bit Mo Beichen's flesh and blood like beasts.

Mo Beichen's scars were basically all from that time.

But the final outcome was the annihilation of a dozen people.

In this pile of dead people, a nearly deformed hand crawled out from the middle, and the blood red number on the wrist increased for another 31 days.

At that time, Mo Beichen almost thought that he would not survive, but the next day, he discovered his amazing healing speed.

He found that there was a faint black air on his body, and that black air could speed up the healing of his injuries.

About five days later, Mo Beichen's body was completely repaired by the black energy.

Although he did not recover as before, he has the strength to fight again.

Want to kill, want to fight, want to enjoy the thrill of blood spattering.

After accumulating all the days, Mo Beichen originally wanted to spend his days quietly in the cursed forest.

But the bloodthirsty desire in his heart could not be suppressed at all.

If before he still wanted to say that he was killing to survive, then he just wanted to do so now.

His heart longed to continue killing.

Mo Beichen wanted to restrain the urge to take other people's lives, but he soon found that doing nothing made him more restless.

And if he doesn't feel the blood for a long time, he will go crazy and lose his mind.

There was no way, Mo Beichen had no choice but to leave his foothold and continue looking for prey in order to calm the mania in his heart.

If you can't find anyone, go and kill all kinds of beasts.

In the following time, Mo Beichen would use blood to soothe his spirit every day.

For the rest of the day, he didn't stop killing for a single day.

And he also gradually discovered that the black energy on his body was getting stronger and stronger, and at the same time his self-healing ability was getting stronger and stronger.

At this time, Mo Beichen was facing this group of Zhongtianshe giant scorpions, there were probably dozens of them.

Each Zhongtianshe giant scorpion was probably about the same size as Mo Beichen.

This is the habitat cave of the giant scorpions in the sky, and their six eyes are fixed on this uninvited intruder.

Although there was only one intruder, they didn't dare to be careless.

When the intruder started to move, they all swung their poisonous scorpion tails and attacked from all directions.

The phoenix eye was bleeding red, and the black air had already wrapped the young man's body.An astonishing murderous aura was released from Mo Beichen's body.

The corners of Mo Beichen's mouth were raised, he had no fear now, killing was as normal as him and drinking water.

Holding his dagger, he nimbly passed through those ferocious scorpion tail hooks, looking for the thrill of killing among these beasts.

In this year, Mo Beichen has not practiced magic power, after all, he has no chance to use magic power.

But Mo Beichen could clearly feel his rapid progress, he was much stronger than a year ago.

He is even confident that he can kill most of the cultivators in the early stage of foundation establishment without relying on magic power.

Because this kind of strength is the realization he has gained from the brink of death time and time again.

Mo Beichen suddenly looked forward to the return of his magic power.

He believes that with the accumulation of these killings, his path of cultivating demons will be a matter of course and smooth.

boom! boom! boom!

Soon, three Zhongtianshe giant scorpions fell to the ground.

Sensing the death of their companions, the rest of the Zhongtian She giant scorpions roared angrily. They no longer conservatively attacked with their scorpion tails, and they rushed straight like Mo Beichen.

The young man didn't show any fear, instead he smiled, and rushed towards those giant scorpions.

After a while, green blood slowly flowed out of the cave like a stream.

Immersed in the killing, Mo Beichen didn't notice that there was a silent young man watching him outside the cave.

"I didn't expect Lord Mozun to be so bloodthirsty before." Yuan Shu shook his head in disbelief.

After Yi Qingyun watched Mo Beichen enter the stronghold on the fifth day in Huangsha, he found a body that had just died.

As Emperor Qingyun, with the nickname of "Slayer", Yi Qingyun collected the most skulls in just one day.

Wan Chengtian who was pressing on Jiang's head was Yi Qingyun.

He held a bone sword and waited at the gate of the stronghold, stopping all the people who came to hand over the skull.

He will change to another one when no one dares to come to this stronghold.

In one day, he used this absolutely violent method to abduct 350 skulls and became the No.1 of that level.

"Today is the last day." Yuan Shu reminded beside him.

Yi Qingyun lowered his head, the blood on his wrist read 410 two.

On Yi Qingyun's first day in the Cursed Forest, the first thing he did was to kill Jiang Tou, who was the biggest threat to Mo Beichen.

That Jiangtou was so arrogant, he didn't expect someone to challenge him.When he faced Yi Qingyun, he actually played with some tricks of cat and mouse.

Who would have thought that he never went through ten rounds under Yi Qingyun's sword.

After killing Jiangtou, Yi Qingyun followed Mo Beichen silently for almost the rest of the time.

Just like the last time Mo Beichen was besieged by more than a dozen people, there were still five people secretly following behind him, and Yi Qingyun killed those five people together.

The man in the black cloak arrived as scheduled, and brought Mo Beichen and Yi Qingyun out of the cursed forest together.

The two of them were brought to an empty pool.

"It's rare for two people to survive. Only one of you can survive."

"Kill the other party, and then fill this pool with the other party's blood, and the road to inheriting the Demon Lord's supremacy will be opened." The black cloaked man said after a pause.

Yi Qingyun's request from the other party is not surprising, and Yi Qingyun has also thought about this situation.

Anyway, this was a corpse in the first place. If he confronted Mo Beichen, he could just pretend to miss and leave early.

To be honest, Yi Qingyun was more worried about Mo Beichen's current situation.

Mo Beichen seemed to have been completely controlled by the killing.

Yi Qingyun's worries were not superfluous. When he saw Mo Beichen beheading the head of the black cloaked man in front of him, he knew something was wrong.

The next moment, those blood-red phoenix eyes were already fixed on him.

The author has something to say: provoking, the first update will be delivered, and the second update will be later.

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