Junior Disciple C

Chapter 105

After a short period of weightlessness, Feng Ye stepped on the solid ground again. After landing, he rolled on the spot and rolled away from the original place.

This move is not only to remove the momentum when falling, but also to avoid possible attacks.

Feng Ye squatted on the ground, held his breath and waited for a moment.

There was no attack, and there was no sound. There seemed to be no one here.Feng Ye stood up again, holding Hao Chen's pearl in his hand, and took pictures around him.

He is still in the underground palace, he just fell down, he should have come to a deeper underground.

There was still a narrow corridor in front of him, Feng Ye observed for a while, and after confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he continued to walk forward.

The big formation had already been activated, and he recognized one of the formations, but he didn't have time to recognize the rest.

The formation of eight ghosts is a formation for refining ghosts, and the eight ghost generals under the priests of Xiqiang are all products of this formation.

As the name suggests, after the eight ghosts enter the battle, they fight each other, and the one who survives is the strongest ghost and the most evil ghost.

But those who join the battle must be evil ghosts, ordinary ghosts are not enough, they must be the kind of evil ghosts that are fierce and can harm people.

Then the other formations nested outside the Bagui Luosheng formation must be formations that can assimilate people who enter it into ghosts.

In this way, no matter who enters the formation, even a benevolent person who is merciful to others and never commits murder, will eventually become a cannibal evil ghost unconsciously.

However, Feng Ye is not too clear about how these formations work. He has heard of the Eight Ghosts Luosheng formation, but this is the first time he entered the formation.

Separating the group of them should be the first step in the operation of this formation, and he doesn't know what is waiting for him ahead.

Feng Ye was going to take one step at a time. If he wanted to break through the formation, he had to find the eye of the formation, or walk along the movement of the formation to find the exit reserved by the formation itself.Of course, the prerequisite for the second method is that the formation itself must have an exit.

Some killing formations were originally set up to kill those who entered the formation, and of course they would not leave any exits.

As for forcibly breaking the formation with external force, it is not impossible, but the external force needs to be several times stronger than the large formation.

Feng Ye can actually do it, if it is his body.

But now he is just a spirit attached to a mortal body, not his body after all, and the power he can use is different from when he was in his prime.

In the battle of Lingxiao Sword Sect, he used Fang Yang's body to attack. In addition to not wanting to expose himself to cause trouble, there was also a reason why his current body's strength was limited.

Relatively speaking, the power that can be used through the medium of summoning the gods is a little bit more.

Feng Ye was cautious when he moved forward, but he was not particularly worried. Formation was his best skill besides swordsmanship. If he used formation to deal with him, he would definitely not be the one who suffered in the end.

His walking speed was not slow, and after walking for a while, he reached the end of the corridor.

There was no way ahead, and Feng Ye was blocked by a three-meter-high stone wall.

Feng Ye took the pearl and took a photo on the wall. This wall is different from the corridors on both sides. It doesn't look like a rock wall, but more like... a door?

Feng Ye realized that this was a stone gate.But how to open it, Feng Ye took the pearl and studied the stone door carefully.

He suddenly discovered that there was a mask in the middle of the stone gate.A vicious and ferocious ghost face.

He thought it was a decoration on it, but after touching it with his hand, he realized that the mask could be taken off. Feng Ye thought for a moment, and took off the mask.

And while taking off the mask, he is ready to avoid the trap of the agency.

However, there was no mechanism trap. After he took off the mask, nothing happened.

There was no sign of the stone door moving away, Feng Ye took a closer look, there was something behind the mask.

It was a sword, the blade was embedded in the wall, only the hilt was exposed.

The sword was stuck in the center of the stone door like a key.

Thinking of this, Feng Ye stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, the blade was tightly embedded, it seemed to be old, and it was almost integrated with Shimen.

But the muscles on Feng Ye's arm were tense, and with a sudden force, he pulled out the blade directly. As for the stones embedded in the sword body, they also shattered with Feng Ye's force.

Amid the sound of crushed stones falling to the ground, Feng Ye swung his sword and slashed across the air. He slashed towards the empty space, and the blade of the sword hummed "clank" following his movements.

It's a sword.Feng Ye thought to himself, listening to this voice would not be bad.He looked at Jianfeng again by the light of the pearl, and it was indeed a cold light.

The sword body, which has been inlaid in the stone gate for an unknown period of time, has not been corroded, but is brand new, with a light slash, it can cut off the enemy's head.

After Feng Ye observed the sword, he looked down at his other hand. Now he is holding the mask in one hand and the sword in the other. This Shimen is still...

Just now when he thought this way, Shimen, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly moved.

There was a vibration from the ground, which was the sound of the formation and the opening of the stone gate.

Feng Ye took a few steps back, waited for the stone door to be fully opened, and then took a look inside the stone door. It was still as dark as before, and he couldn't see anything at all.

He listened for a while, but he didn't hear any living things.He stepped in.

Feng Ye observed while walking, behind this stone gate, different from the narrow corridor before, this place is very spacious, it is a huge round platform, it can accommodate at least four to five hundred people, and I don't know what it is for.The wall at the edge of the round platform was built very high, like five or six meters, and ordinary people or beasts could not jump on it.

On both sides of the round platform, at a higher height, there are seats for watching the battle.

Feng Ye was taken aback when he saw the viewing platform, he suddenly turned around in a circle, he scanned the surroundings, he finally realized what this place was, and why there were masks and weapons embedded in the stone gate.

This is the arena used for fighting beasts...the Xiqiang nobles used it for fun. Of course, not all beasts fight, sometimes, they also fight ghosts, or...living people.

It has always been the tradition of Xiqiang to fight with a hideous ghost face.The ghost mask is both a protective device and a way to intimidate opponents.

Feng Ye clenched his sword tightly. Since he has already entered the arena, he will not be the only one in the Colosseum, so his opponent is...

Feng Ye threw the pearl in his hand, suddenly squatted down, controlled his strength, and rolled the pearl out.

The pearls rolled to illuminate the places they passed along the way, and Feng Ye's eyes moved along with the pearls.

The place where the pearl passed was always empty, Feng Ye's calculation of strength was very accurate, the pearl should be able to roll almost to the end of the round table.

However, halfway through the journey, the pearl stopped abruptly.

It hit something.

The pearl bounced back on the impact, and the light moved away from the thing again.

But because of a cold wind that happened to blow, the pearl was exerted the opposite force again.

Under the superposition of the two gravitational forces, the pearl swayed back and forth twice, and gradually stopped moving.

But this position was just right enough for Feng Ye to see clearly that face that was flickering in the dim light.

Not one face, but dozens, hundreds...

All are hideous ghost faces.

Among the ghosts, Feng Ye saw a few familiar ones, the Eight Great Ghost Generals...

The mask of the ghost general was exactly the same as in his memory, and even the figures of the eight ghosts were as tall as in his memory.

Feng Ye is not short, he is even a little taller than most people.Moreover, his figure is considered muscular even among grown men. Although there are no exaggerated and bulging muscles, the texture of his muscles is very clear when he takes off his clothes.

But even so, in front of this tall and burly ghost general, he still looks a bit petite.

They are like a high mountain, an insurmountable mountain, which once blocked the hearts of every foreigner who was imprisoned in the Western Qiang Imperial City.

These ghost generals are not afraid of pain and will not bleed. Mortal weapons can do nothing to them. Mortals face them, except for fear and trembling, being slaughtered as fish and meat at will, and there is never the possibility of resistance.

Feng Ye, like everyone else, could only helplessly look up at these ghost generals.

The scene in front of him evoked his memories, as if history was repeating itself.

The same Colosseum, the same people and ghosts.

but...

Feng Ye held the sword in his right hand, and slowly raised the ghost mask in his left hand. His eyes were fixed on the group of ghosts in front of him. There was no human emotion in the eyes of the ghosts. They were weapons that only knew about killing.

But it was the same for Feng Ye at this moment, the human warmth was slowly withdrawn from his eyes, and when he completely covered his face with the ghost face, he was no different from all the ghosts in front of him.

"Boom!"

The sound of heavy drums came from high above, and the sound of heavy drums echoed in the round platform, shaking the eardrums of all the ghosts on the platform.

It's the drums of war!

The ghosts moved after hearing the sound, and charged Feng Ye!

They were mighty, like thousands of horses and horses, and the sound of running footsteps even briefly overshadowed the sound of drums.

And Feng Ye didn't have any thoughts of dodging in front of such a ghost army. He also charged forward. Although he was only one person, he charged even faster than the thousands of troops on the opposite side.

He is like a moth to a flame, and also like...the god who fights all ghosts alone in the myth!

As soon as they collided, he swung his sword and chopped off the head of the nearest ghost. With a twist of his wrist, the blade of the sword pierced the chest of the next ghost without even stopping.

He didn't hesitate and show no mercy when he started. Even if the opponent had hundreds of times more people than him, he didn't show any weakness.

He was extremely brave, and he forcibly tore a gap in the ghost army's sprinting formation.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of the war drums began to change, and the drumbeats changed from heavy at the beginning to become more and more rapid and violent, and the battle in the Colosseum became more and more fierce.

Shadows and ghosts are intertwined under the shimmering light from the pearl, without distinguishing each other.

There were ghosts and shadows, shadows fell down constantly, and limbs were severed.

But this made the ghosts on the stage even more crazy.

This is a carnival of evil spirits, blood and killing make them more excited.

Slowly, here and now, there are no more living people.

Or, there never was.

The author has something to say:

Recently, you are as cold as the cold air that suddenly goes south, leaving me in the cold comment area with my arms around the few remaining small flames to keep warm =. = (secretly complaining)