The saint starts out by traveling around the world with a group of elves.

The space changed again, and this time the scene that came into view was familiar to all the Ghost King candidates.

That was the battlefield with the setting sun as bloody as blood.

As soon as this battlefield appeared, even Chu Yi in the audience couldn't help but reveal an interested expression.

"The second trial will be conducted together with the third trial."

"The specific content of the second trial is survival."

"The specific content of the third trial is to kill the invaders of the ancient battlefield. The top three contributors can advance."

The voice of the will of the Knife Mountain Hell resounded in the hearts of all the candidates for the Ghost King. The frozen time and space began to flow, and a certain period of dusty history began to unfold in an alternative way.

"All soldiers of the Burning Army, fight to the death and never retreat!!"

“Fight to the death without retreat!!”

"..."

The war began. The six Ghost King candidates and Wu Xinrou, who appeared in an inconspicuous corner of the battlefield, looked at each other and tacitly chose to cooperate temporarily.

The specific requirements of the second trial were too concise, so concise that there were only two words: survival.

But precisely because of this, it indirectly illustrates one point, that this so-called ancient battlefield is absolutely extremely dangerous!

And this is exactly the case. The enemy we face in this war is not the so-called demon.

A figure suddenly appeared in the void. It was about four meters tall and sat on a specially made throne. This throne was made of pure spines of living creatures, but it did not look barbaric and vulgar. On the contrary, this throne was not only exquisite, but also had a unique and strange beauty.

The throne was very large, and was carried by a group of hunchbacked figures whose skin had been peeled off and whose eyelids, ears and lips had been sewn shut. These figures were crowded together, kneeling on the ground with all fours in an extremely pious posture, forming the base of this bone throne.

Weird and absurd.

When the seven Ghost King candidates, including Wu Xinrou, saw the specific appearance of the figure on the throne, they all felt a chill in their hearts.

This is a huge skeleton, but the race is unknown. The bones are black and covered with twisted living runes. The skull is cracked, and a strange flesh and blood vine has grown out of the crack and is wrapped around the spine of the bones.

The vast and unheard-of malice did not come from this skeleton, but from that strange flesh and blood vine!

While the seven Ghost King candidates were stunned, a black-haired young man holding a sword at the front of the army called the Fen Jue Army had already swung out a sword!

Within a radius of ten thousand miles, the world was horrified by this sword! The suppression of life instincts made Wu Xinrou pale. A sword energy that could not be described in words stretched between the world and took away the minds of all the candidates for the Ghost King!

This sword is absolutely unmatched!

But faced with this terrifying sword that contained burning sword intent and could easily burn mountains and boil seas, the black skeleton sitting on the bone throne simply stretched out his hand and grasped it in the air.

There was no violent explosion, not even any sound. It was as if an invisible giant mouth appeared in the void and swallowed the terrifying sword energy into its stomach by sucking it.

The black-haired young swordsman who was leading the team had a serious expression on his face, and then he activated an ancient formation.

In the sky, huge sword shadows as big as mountains began to appear and rushed towards the black skeleton. The sword cultivator's figure disappeared in an instant, and he had already started fighting with the black skeleton in the sky.

As the battle formation divided the battlefield, the ground in front of Fen Jue's army suddenly cracked open layer by layer. One after another, huge and strange flesh-like flowers quickly broke out of the ground. The flower buds burst, revealing strange naked human figures!

These strange humanoid figures are of different heights and shapes, with no hair or pores on their bodies, no physiological characteristics, no facial features, and triangular, petal-like mouthparts on their smooth, mucus-filled faces.

Seeing such a curious appearance, Wu Xinrou immediately thought of demons, but her intuition told her that these strange things were not as simple as demons.

"What should I do? I suggest we wait and see."

An alien with a knotted hoof tissue made a suggestion. From his expression, it was not difficult to see that the candidate for the Ghost King was very afraid of this unknown invader!

"No, this is a battlefield."

But Wu Xinrou disagreed. She glanced at Li Dachuan and Mu Yunfei. The former nodded carelessly, while the latter said nothing but drew out her sword.

"Come on, let's go together, this is the nature of the human race!"

The four-armed alien youth, Luo Mi, stepped forward and patted the alien candidate for the Ghost King on the shoulder. The latter seemed to have resonated with something, but he did not notice the disdain that Luo Mi had hidden so well.

The deceased unknown rat demon girl noticed this with her keen insight, but she had no intention of interfering.

Participating in the war is inevitable. Putting everything aside and passively avoiding the war, how can you make any contribution on the battlefield?

The outcome of the battle in the sky determines everything, which everyone can see. But that doesn't mean the battlefield on the ground is not important. If we can get rid of these strange humanoids as soon as possible, we may be able to use the advantage in numbers to help the battlefield above.

After joining the battle, Wu Xinrou discovered that the overall strength of these Fen Jue Army soldiers was very strong. The lowest one was at the late Jindan stage. Moreover, they formed a team of five and cooperated very well.

All teams will use a small military formation. The function of this formation is very simple, which is to attach surging fire spiritual power to the attack and cause flame burning damage.

These strange humanoid figures with inverted triangular mouthparts are very afraid of fire. It is obvious that the Fen Jue Army came prepared.

The seven extra candidates for Ghost King did not arouse suspicion among the soldiers of the Fen Jue Army, and their identities seemed to have been rationalized at the level of rules.

A punch hit a strange human-like figure, but the force was dissipated in an incomprehensible way by the mucus that was constantly secreted from the body of the strange human-like figure. One punch did not even make the strange human-like figure lose its ability to move.

This made Wu Xinrou frown, and in fact, this situation also happened to the other six Ghost King candidates.

They are essentially dead souls and cannot use the most yang flames. Some ghost fires from the underworld do not have much effect.

At this moment, the will of the Knife Mountain Hell seemed to have anticipated this, and some additional information suddenly appeared in the minds of the seven Ghost King candidates.

They can temporarily borrow the power of the Hell of Knife Mountain, but how much they can borrow depends on their own abilities.

The next moment, seven muffled groans sounded almost at the same time. Wu Xinrou frowned, carefully feeling the pain of being torn apart from the soul level, and punched out again.

This time, the mucus on the surface of the strange human figure in front of him failed to resist the invasion of the force and was directly torn into pieces.

But at the same time, the painful feeling of having one's soul torn apart deepened a bit.

Obviously, the power of the Hell of Knife Mountain is not so easy to borrow.