Chapter 2839

The octagonal altar is very large, and one floor can be comparable to Xiuxian continent or Shenwu continent.

Such an area has eight layers. When stacked together, it becomes an octagonal altar. The octagonal altar is not eight layers. Strictly speaking, the octagonal altar has nine layers.

However, not everyone can enter the ninth floor. Even the five old monsters in the supernatural realm can only stay on the eighth floor to practice. They waited, waiting for the number of monks to reach eleven.

Kill eleven monks in the realm of God and get their divine status, then you can enter the ninth floor.

If you want to be a true God, you only know when you enter the ninth floor.

The real temptation of the octagonal altar is not the strong spirit of life, but the exciting mystery of becoming a God. Entering the ninth floor and becoming a real God is the dream of every friar who enters the octagonal altar.

However, to realize this dream, you need to kill 33 monks in xiaoshenjing. Kill thirty-three monks in the great God realm. Even if you enter the seventh and eighth floors, you should also abide by the rules and kill 22 monks in the upper divine realm.

The five monks who can enter the upper divine realm occupy seven or eight floors. They need to wait and wait for the rapid growth of the great divine realm friars. The five ancestors have been longing for it for many years. Now, I finally see hope.

The first level killing game will not change because of the emergence of Zhen Cheng and Han Fei. Similarly, those monks who can kill others and ensure their survival, although they are not as evil as Han Fei, they all have their own life-saving secrets and survival rules.

One month, two months, three months

As time passed, the killing continued.

How many of the people who were brought into the temple, monks of God and man, are still alive? How many of the hundreds of ambassadors are still alive?

No one can answer this question.

Everyone knows. If you can't accumulate as many small divine realm gods as possible on the first floor of ziah, the possibility of obtaining small divine realm gods after reaching the second floor is almost zero.

This is a simple arithmetic problem.

You have to accumulate 33 gods sooner or later. Why wait until you enter the second and third floors. After accumulating enough small gods in the first floor, after entering the second and third floors, you can directly run to the next entrance, and finally directly enter the fourth floor to become a monk in the great gods.

The octagonal altar seems to have become a God for people's cultivation. The number of people killed has become a benchmark to prove the strength of people's cultivation. As long as you kill and accumulate 33 small gods and enter the fourth floor after a long-distance attack, you will be the monk of the great gods.

What a simple and straightforward temptation.

Even if everyone knows that entering the fourth floor will start the cruel process of accumulating gods, and even the struggle there will be more bloody, and no one will give up.

Even if Han Fei knew that this eight sided altar was a killing ground, a huge killing tomb that could never stop, it was still difficult to press the curiosity in his heart.

Han Fei once thought about leaving.

With the body, you can freely enter and leave the eight shrines. This is the privilege of having a physical friar.

However, if you leave the eight shrines, you can't leave the temple. What's the significance of leaving.

Before entering the Bafang temple, the old ancestor vowed to announce various rules. After entering the octagonal altar, all the monks in xiaoshenjing who abide by the rules died.

The living monks broke the rules without any punishment.

This is unfair.

However, if you leave the octagonal altar, will the God who announced the rules do it?

It's hard to say.

As long as the God wants, he can kill, and it's reasonable. You can leave the octagonal altar. However, you have violated the rules I set. Of course, you can't live.

Perhaps those rules really work only when death comes. It's a death trap. It makes sense to let those who are lucky or lucky to have the body die.

Of course, you can only destroy the flesh as punishment, and then let the ancestors with the flesh become like others.

Han Fei won't be fooled.

Even if it's just Han Fei's delusion or a possibility, Han Fei won't give the other party the opportunity to kill himself or destroy his flesh.

Kill 33 friars in xiaoshenjing and polish their combat skills in actual combat.

Magic?

ha-ha!

Every move used by friars in the little divine realm is a magic skill.

The mind forms a chessboard grid, which is Han Fei's magic skill. Colorful clouds and dark Qi kill, that's Zhen Cheng's magic skill.

In the octagonal altar, as long as you can let the other party fall and ensure your own survival, that is magic.

The first floor of the altar seems infinitely large and infinitely small. When you open your eyes every day, you see green grass and flowers. When you close your eyes every day, you see the same landscape.

Yesterday is like this, today is like this, and next month is the same.

The entrance on the first floor is slightly different from that on the second floor.

There are hundreds of miles of green grass and flowers. Sitting cross legged were 303 monks in the realm of God and man. At the moment, all the friars in xiaoshenjing didn't kill or communicate. They sat quietly, even closed their eyes and waited.

Han Fei and Zhen Cheng were among the 303.

Zhen Cheng arrived first, and Han Fei arrived later.

Even if Han Fei arrived late, it has been a month. Five days have passed since the 303rd little God's realm friar resisted, and no little God's realm friar has appeared again.

They didn't fight because each of them had 33 little gods. These 303 people have completed the killing mission.

According to their divine personality, nearly 10000 monks in xiaoshenjing fell in the killing game for nearly a year. Of course, among these people, there are also leading envoys and friars in the small divine realm who return from the second and third floors to the first floor.

Even if there are friars in the small divine realm on the second and third floors, they have lost the opportunity to enter the fourth floor.

These 303 living friars in the little divine realm. Have their own pride. Thirty three battles in a row. Or more, or less. They all won.

The entrance from the first floor to the second floor is particularly lush with green grass and flowers. The breath of life here condensed into drops of water, which fell on the body and face of every little God, wiping the cheeks of these winners.

These 303 little spiritual friars should enjoy such treatment.

They won't attack each other. Even some strange friars in xiaoshenjing still chat with each other. Even a smile is rarely seen.

Everyone has the opportunity to enter the second floor. There's no need to kill.

If you have 33 gods, it's enough. Why kill too much.

It's not their kindness, but the risk of killing is huge.

Sitting here are tigers. Each tiger has sharp claws and teeth. Now. They are enjoying the temporary tranquility, waiting to enter the second floor.

From the first floor to the second floor, there is a 99 meter square platform. Compared with the surrounding green grass and flowers, the high platform stands out. The 99 meter square platform is the same length in length, width and height. Any side visible to the naked eye is the same color and material.

When you fly to the 99 meter high platform, you can see eleven round holes on the table. At the same time, throw the eleven gods into the gate. The gate opens. After the light flashes, it will enter the second floor.

There's no danger. It's simple.

However, the 303 friars in xiaoshenjing didn't move.

Zhen Cheng didn't move.

Han Fei didn't either.

The others sat quietly.

Looking up at the sky, I can't see the sun, but the first layer of the altar is always so bright. This is a place where the day lasts forever, and there is no hiding place for darkness.

Maybe he sat too long. Han Fei shook his neck and opened his eyes slightly.

"When to enter?" Three hundred and three monks sat upright around the high platform. Although Zhen Cheng is invisible to the naked eye, Han Fei knows that Zhen Cheng is sitting opposite him. However, there is an additional 99 meter high platform between the two.

After entering the second floor, it may be separated.

That's not the point.

Even if you enter the second floor. The risk is also small.

There should be no problem entering the third floor.

Enter the fourth floor and the killing will begin.

These 303 people alive, as well as those monks who have waited for many years and are eager for everyone to enter the great God realm on the fourth floor as soon as possible, will start killing again on the fourth floor.

Want to go through the 4563 floor. It is also necessary to accumulate the divinity of 33 great divine realm friars.

it's too hard.

It's terrible to think about it.

If we put aside the monks who have become great God's realm and the 303 people in front of us kill each other, only nine people can become great God's realm monks in the end.

Scary and frightening.

Such killings are appalling.

This number may increase a little, but it will certainly not exceed 20. Only twenty monks of the great divine realm can enter the seventh floor, and even they have difficulty in entering the eighth floor.

Everyone did not act rashly, because everyone understood. Perhaps, the front foot has just entered the second floor, and the next moment, it has fallen.

No one knows whether there are small divine realm friars on the second and third floors who have not collected enough gods. No one knows how many monks in the great divine realm who have been waiting for many years like hungry wolves raise their butcher's knife when they enter the fourth floor.

In order to become the top God, no one will give up easily.

Enjoy the moment, accumulate strength and be ready for everything.

Han Fei has only one reliable teammate.

So does Zhen Cheng.

There must be such a combination among other friars in xiaoshenjing. Even, some wily guys have begun to unite secretly.

The benefits of joint seem obvious. However, the Federation doubled the difficulty of collecting the gods of the great divine realm.

It can't be achieved overnight if you want to get 33 great gods. This matter is urgent. If two people unite, they do have an advantage when fighting two-on-one. However, they wanted to kill 66 monks in the great divine realm, which was just a bit of a dream.

Moreover, when the total number of gods collected by the two reached 33. Can we still be so united with each other?

I'm afraid I can't.

Killing teammates can become the temptation of God. I'm afraid few people can bear it.

Besides killing, how to kill is a difficult problem. Now, in order to ensure their own survival, how to kill is also a headache for everyone.

"Wait!" Zhen Cheng's answer was only two words without a muddled explanation. Han Fei can sit here alive, which is enough to explain everything.

"Oh!" Han Fei didn't ask. The communication between the two ended so simply and quickly.

No need to explain.

Wait!

Everyone has this mentality.

Such days may last a long, long time. At present. It's safe to sit here. If a friar of xiaoshenjing rushes out from the second floor, he will certainly die without burial place.

At this time, the little divine realm friars who returned from the second and third floors certainly didn't collect Qi Shenge. However, the 303 little Divine Land friars sitting here are complete.

For safety, kill the one you still want.

So it makes sense to wait. Minimize possible hazards. When it was really safe, they got up, entered the second floor, went straight to the third floor and killed the fourth floor.

Of course, we need to rest before entering the fourth floor.

Everyone knows that the killing on the fourth floor will become more ferocious.

Nearly ten thousand friars in the little divine realm only lived three hundred spirits in the end. No one dares to be slack in the face of this cruel elimination.

Slackness, carelessness, means falling.

There is no retreat, or even no future. Having the moment is the happiest thing.

Han Fei closed his eyes again, absorbed the Qi of life and improved his mind. Within the divine space, the cyan breath turned into water droplets, just like an ocean. It was the power of divine thoughts. The necklace made of 33 divine figures was set on Xiaoqing's neck. Han Fei frowned slightly and thought about how to negotiate with Xiaoqing.

The Godhead he desperately got has now become Xiaoqing's plaything. If you throw those gods into the round hole of the square table, will Xiaoqing agree?