Chapter 59 It starts with blood

Seeing that no one stood up again, the old man tapped his chin lightly, put his hands behind his back, and said leisurely: "Since you have not quit, prepare for mountain climbing. Once every three years, thousands of people will come and hundreds will return. With ten lives, people will gather in groups."

The maximum number of people in the team is three, regardless of weapons or methods, the living is the magic way."

These words made everyone feel excited, their hearts beat faster, and their eyes stared fiercely at the stretch of mountain road in front of them. The deep red blood witnessed the fighting again and again, the winners and losers, and the fame and fortune were reserved only for the living.

The sky was getting dark, and the old man had no intention of procrastinating. He flicked his long sleeve and dropped a sunken red box from the boulder. With a slight hook of his sword finger, the lid of the box was lifted. It was too far away and no one could see clearly what was inside.

Then, the old man pointed sideways at the red box on the ground and said in a cold voice: "There are thousands of locust wood sticks in the box. Each stick has ten knots. Take one from each and go up the mountain. After killing the person, insert the stick into the heart of the other person and soak it with blood. Ten lives will be saved."

If you sign red, you can climb to the top."

Yin locust tree, Mo Yu's heart moved, recalling what he had read before in the bookstore. This tree is cold in nature and likes shade. It grows in deep tides. It does not bear leaves all year round and does not let birds fall. It is said that it sucks blood when it comes in contact with it, just like those man-eating flowers and plants.

Weird.

Such an evil thing should do something like this, which makes people suddenly feel eerie and bloodthirsty.

There were no other rules. After saying this, the old man sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and let his white hair blow gently in the wind.

Everyone in the square was silent. Some people in the front row started to move. They stepped forward in twos and threes and walked under the boulder in awe. They took out the wooden sticks from the box and hurriedly put them in their arms for fear of being seen. Then they spread out their body skills and jumped into the woods.

The crowd moved forward slowly, and in silence they bent down to pick up their lot, and walked straight into the forest. Everyone chose a different direction, but they had to be different. The forest is vast and there will always be boundaries. Entering first will benefit from the location, and entering later will benefit from the people. Everyone has his own way.

Intend.

Mo Yu was not at the end, but in the middle and back. He deliberately stayed in the second layer of the sky. No matter whether he went in to attack alone or in a group ambush, he would not have no chance of winning. He saw with his own eyes that Gu Changqing was the first group to enter, and he was also the one in the middle.

As for the direction, I don’t know if it’s because he’s a talented person or if he has other plans.

The entry speed is getting faster and faster, and the flow of people is gradually approaching the boulder. There are more than 700 people in front of them entering the forest. Now in the square, they can clearly hear the fighting and roaring in the forest, one after another, especially the screams, which makes the people outside even more

Panic and uneasiness.

The arrow is on the string, and now there is only a dead end if you want to retreat, so you have to move forward regardless of your options. Many nervous people already have their weapons in hand, glaring at the people around them with unkind expressions, pretending to be stern.

Finally, it was Mo Yu's turn. He stepped forward and looked at the old man in black from the corner of his eye. He didn't dare to stop and bend down to reach for his hands. He took out a pair of white wooden sticks from the box. It was cold and dim in color, like human bones.

He quickly put the wooden pick in his arms and stepped forward when the old man of the giant rock man made some movement. He frowned and opened his eyes, stared at Mo Yu's back sharply and shouted: "That kid in black, wait a minute!"

As he spoke, Mo Yu was already several meters away. The old man's face sank, and he stretched out his right hand to pull Mo Yu's body back.

Everyone had different expressions, and they stopped to avoid hiding, leaving an open space around the boulder.

Mo Yu looked at the old man in astonishment, his heart beating rapidly, and he clasped his fists in confusion and said, "Senior, what advice do you have?"

The old man said nothing and looked at Mo Yu up and down. Finally, when he saw the black sword in Mo Yu's hand, his eyes were filled with doubts. He put his right hand to the palm and sucked it. Mo Yu felt a strong tear and Youqi could not control himself and flew towards the old man.

"Senior!?" Mo Yu was angry. When the sword was given a name, he was an inseparable friend of the master. Such rude and violent robbery made him furious, but he was intimidated by the opponent's strength and forced to endure it.

The old man didn't pay attention to Mo Yu's expression at all, he just groped Youqi up and down, frowned and pulled out the sword. Under the sparkling sunlight, Youqi's black sword body sank into the air.

Everyone looking around was stunned. It was not surprising that the scabbard was all black, but it was very rare for the sword body to be black. Looking at the old man's reaction, they all speculated whether the broken sword was a treasure, and more or less had other thoughts.

The reason why it is a broken sword is that there are many gaps in the blade of Youqiu sword, which are clearly visible to others. The old man's face was dark and difficult to understand. He lightly clasped the blade of the sword with his fingers, listened carefully, and finally touched the gap on the blade and asked casually: "This

How did you get the sword?"

Mo Yu's chest rose and fell, and he suppressed his anger and said coldly: "The things abandoned by the boss of Fangge were bought with a few copper coins."

After listening to Mo Yu's answer, the old man sheathed Youqi and threw it at Mo Yu's feet like trash, waving his hands to drive him away: "Gold and jade are outside, but there is waste inside. Let's go."

The gap in the sword blade, coupled with the old man's words, revealed that Youqi was just a flashy piece of scrap metal. Everyone instantly lost interest and looked at Mo Yu in their own moods.

Mo Yu silently picked up You Qi, waved his sleeves to brush off the dust, turned and left without saying a word, keeping this insult firmly in his heart.

Perhaps the old man was just happy to see Hunter and became curious about Youqi. He resides in the eighth heaven, has a demonic body and a mind, and acts as he pleases, regardless of the feelings of others.

Everything continued, the speed of the remaining people increased, Mo Yu's figure was no longer visible, and the old man was wondering about one thing at this moment: "I did feel a chill from the black sword just now, why was it gone when I took it? The sword was

There is nothing unusual about a broken sword. Could it be that you have been in this southern wilderness mountain for a long time and have an illusion?"

…

In the forest, Mo Yu's figure jumped down from a tree and jumped into a bush, trying to stay as low as possible. There were shouts of death all around, and there were people fighting everywhere, and the soil he passed was bloody.

It has been a moment since we entered the forest, and everyone has probably already entered. Fumo Mountain is high and steep, and this forest is boundless as far as the eye can see. There are more than enough people for thousands of people, so you have to be careful at all times.

From the moment you step into the forest, it means that you have begun to conquer the demons. You have no choice but to live or die. No matter how you use any means, the only way out is to survive and obtain qualifications.

Mo Yu's body lay still like a cheetah, and the movement around him gradually disappeared. The sound of fighting moved deeper into the forest. It was closer to the edge here, and those wandering around should be those with low levels.

In the midst of his thoughts, a rustling sound came from not far away. Mo Yu's spirit froze and he held his breath. He saw a young man walking out from behind the trees on the left front.

Wearing a white robe, his face was pale, and he held a slender green sword in his hand. He looked around cautiously, and approached Mo Yu with light steps, but did not find anyone hiding in the bushes.

Mo Yu's heartbeat was getting faster and faster. He looked behind the young man and found no one. It was not bad. He was a lone traveler. Watching his movements, he could handle it.

The two of them were getting closer and closer. When they were two meters away, Mo Yu bent his knees and kicked the ground, leaping out of the bushes and rushing towards the young man.

The incident happened so suddenly that the young man was so shocked that he uttered the word "Ah", subconsciously swung his long sword across his chest, and stepped back sharply.

However, the distance was too close, so Mo Yu came out preparedly, using all his strength, You Weep struck the young man's sword hard, and the handover of the weapons made a light buzzing sound, with a few sparks.

"Pfft~", the young man's chest sank and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The long sword fell from his hand and his body hit the ground heavily, sliding for several meters.

The crown of his hair was broken and disheveled. He was covering his mouth and Mo Yu was already standing in front of the young man. You Qi coldly pointed at the young man's neck.

"Gulu~", the young man swallowed, broke out in a cold sweat, and said shivering: "I...I am the young master of the Zhao family in Qiaoling, you...you want to kill me?"

As he spoke, he tried to tilt his neck back, fearing that he would tremble and hit the tip of the sword.

Seeing the fear in the opponent's eyes, Mo Yu hesitated with his sword hand, frozen in the air and unable to move forward. It wasn't that he had never killed anyone before, but he just didn't want to kill someone for no reason.

Although he had made preparations for climbing in advance, whether it was for Sun Xiangyi or for beggars, he had to obtain this qualification. With this idea in mind, he also knew that killing people was inevitable.

But now, a living life is under his sword, without any grudges or grudges. He can't understand the other person's life like this, and his education does not allow him to do so.

The other party is a member of the Demon Cult, so what? No one is born evil, the Demon Cult is just a title given by the world, and all demons are destined to be unbearable and unwilling.

If this sword were struck, he would be completely on the road to no return, stained with innocent blood, and not only his hands would be dirty, but the remaining narrow tenderness belonging to Jun Yuxuan in his heart would be completely covered in dust.

"Brother?" Seeing Mo Yu's hesitation, the young man suddenly became hopeful and gasped: "I just have no fear of the magic ladder and want to come and experience it. I don't really want anything. Let me go. In the future

You are my benefactor in life and death, Zhao Yi!"

As he spoke, he coughed again and the corners of his mouth bled.

Mo Yu was still fighting between heaven and man in his heart. Looking at the young man's expression at this moment, he finally sighed and put away his cry.

The young man was overjoyed when he saw this. He sat up with his hands on his hands, knelt down in front of Mo Yu, and kowtowed three times: "Young hero's kindness in sparing his life will be engraved in Zhao Yi's heart."

Mo Yu was irritated and took out the wooden stick from his arms and threw it on the ground. Zhao Yi was horrified, thinking that Mo Yu wanted his life, so he moved back in fear: "You are not..."

Mo Yu waved his hand to interrupt the opponent, pointed at the wooden sign and said: "The sign is divided into ten spaces. Insert one space into your body and I will try the effect."

Zhao Yi's face froze, and there was resentment in his eyes, but only for a moment. He slowly picked up the wooden stick, held it in his hand, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and inserted it into his chest.

"Hiss~", gasping for air, Zhao Yi pulled out the wooden stick and quickly sealed the hole with his fingers on the bleeding area. Then he looked at the wooden stick and found that it was not stained red. His face instantly turned pale and he looked at Mo Yu in panic.

Mo Yu just wanted to verify whether it was feasible to use the blood of a living person on a wooden sign, and he would not go back on his word.

Facts have proved that Yinhuai has been tampered with, and the blood of living people will not work.

Now I have another headache. It seems that there are only two ways to obtain qualifications. One is to kill ten people and soak them in blood according to the requirements, and the other is to set up an ambush at the end point and steal from those who have filled the ten cells.

The first type is low risk, just look for someone with a low level; the second type is more dangerous, those who can get the qualification are all talented and have a deep level. If you try to seize food from a tiger's mouth, the result will only be a desperate explosion of the other party.

Until death.

His thoughts only lasted for a moment. Mo Qi's face was filled with sadness, and he stretched out his hand to Zhao Yi: "Let's go."

Zhao Yi showed disbelief and hesitated, not knowing why. It wasn't until Mo Yu said "Let's go" again that he threw the wooden stick over with joy.

After taking the wooden stick, Mo Yu turned around and walked towards the forest. Suddenly, there was a chill behind him and a strong wind blew in his ears. Mo Yu suddenly turned around and jumped back.
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