Mortal Alchemy

Back then, Bai Jianjia had warned Chen Ping.

To be especially careful in this second round, as all sorts of strange methods could appear as soon as one stepped onto the arena.

Even with Chen Ping's protection from third-order magical treasures and the Sword Avatar Dharma Body, he could still be caught off guard and fall.

And now, with the information from Shi Feilan, Chen Ping had to be even more cautious, as someone was aiming for his life.

Chen Ping and Shi Feilan walked out of the secret chamber.

Chen Ping could immediately sense several resentful gazes.

He looked up and scanned the area, but couldn't identify a clear target, as the person was hiding in the crowd.

Under these circumstances, he didn't dare to spread his divine sense, lest he be ambushed.

Within the second round arena, there were already nearly a thousand people gathered.

Chen Ping saw Wang Funi, Meng Huang'er, and Zhou Ying among these thousand people.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't go forward to acknowledge them or reveal their relationship, to avoid implicating them.

After waiting for another half day.

The charming voice of a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Myriad Desire Pavilion echoed in the sky: "Second round, defend the arena."

"In this round, only one hundred people can advance to the third round."

"The rules of the second round are: unlimited challenges to the arena champions, life and death in the arena are unrestricted, there are no rules until one side withdraws."

"An additional condition is that you must stay on the arena for at least half an hour each day to avoid being eliminated."

"Those who stay on the arena for less than half an hour will be eliminated and teleported out."

"Rankings will be counted from now on. Those ranked 500th and above can exchange for rewards. The further you go, the richer the rewards."

"The first and second place winners will receive the Tears of the Celestial Maiden, and the top fifty can choose any third-order reward from the treasure vault, and so on."

As the voice faded.

White mist began to emerge from the hundred arenas, isolating the inside and outside, and the hundred arenas began to move positions, disrupting the layout order.

Chen Ping's eyes lit up slightly: "In that case, I can choose an arena to defend."

Originally, he had planned to sit back and watch the tigers fight, and then challenge the arena when there were not many people left, but the rules of this second round forced everyone to challenge, eliminating the possibility of anyone being a mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

And this arena movement greatly avoided the wheel battle.

For Chen Ping, it was a bit fairer.

"Clang-"

After moving dozens of times, the hundred arenas made a sound and settled down.

Then many cultivators began to rush towards the arenas, entering the mist. The battle situation inside was isolated, but the spectators in the sky could clearly see the situation on each arena.

Chen Ping didn't move immediately, but quietly watched.

Once on the arena, one's fate was no longer one's own.

Anyway, he only needed to step onto the stage within twelve hours.

He would let others fight and exhaust their strength first.

In this way, the hundred elites who first stepped onto the arena were at a disadvantage.

Time passed little by little, and many people entered the arena, some died in it, some became arena champions, and some were injured and left.

After ten hours, the masters of these hundred arenas had almost all changed.

"It's time to move." Chen Ping drew out the Aurora Sword and rushed towards an arena, stepping into the mist.

And some people secretly remembered which arena Chen Ping went to.

"Bang-"

The moment Chen Ping stepped into the arena, a pink mist rushed towards him.

The attacker was a female cultivator from the Myriad Desire Pavilion, exuding a peculiar fragrance and captivating the mind.

Chen Ping didn't hesitate:

"Nether King's Kowtow!!!"

With Sword Qi Embodiment applied to himself, this pink mist couldn't confuse him.

"Die, die, die, die!!!"

The phantom of the one-armed Nether King immediately appeared, kneeling and kowtowing in the air towards the Myriad Desire Pavilion female cultivator.

"Pfft-"

The Myriad Desire Pavilion female cultivator immediately spat out blood, her black hair turned white, her appearance aged twenty or thirty years, and then her body staggered and her mana went berserk.

Chen Ping's first move was effective, and he hurriedly used the second move:

"Sword Lotus Formation!"

The Aurora Sword in his hand flew out, rushing towards the Myriad Desire Pavilion female cultivator at extreme speed. Lotus leaves appeared, forming a bud, wrapping her inside.

Then the sword qi erupted.

"Chichi-"

Chen Ping didn't take her life, but only severely injured her to the extreme, and then the lotus leaves dispersed. The Myriad Desire Pavilion female cultivator was covered in blood holes, miserable and dying.

Chen Ping told her: "I'll spare your life, remember my reward."

Then a mana hand emerged, sending the Myriad Desire Pavilion female cultivator out of the arena.

Above the high sky.

Bai Jianjia nodded slightly when she saw this scene:

"Junior Brother's attack is clean and neat, not giving the opponent any chance to fight back."

Attacks with Divine Soul secret techniques can only be possessed by the most outstanding disciples. She didn't know where Junior Brother learned this powerful Divine Soul secret technique attack from.

However, Bai Jianjia's eyes were full of worry: "The next moment is the most important."

As the arena champion, Chen Ping had to defend well, otherwise he would be exhausted by the wheel battle.

Moreover, outside Chen Ping's arena, some female cultivators from the Heaven-Born Sect and the Myriad Desire Pavilion were approaching, seemingly knowing that Chen Ping was here.

Gu Hong's eyes were cold: "Dying in the hands of the Heaven-Born Sect and the Myriad Desire Pavilion, you can't blame any of us."

Then Gu Hong stepped onto an arena to challenge, however, upon entering the arena, a peerless and enchantingly beautiful female cultivator was waiting for him.

Gu Hong's face changed: "Lu Shuiyi!"

How could he run into Lu Shuiyi, the most powerful and terrifying member of the Heaven-Born Sect, as soon as he stepped onto the stage? He was really unlucky!

In Chen Ping's arena.

After Chen Ping became the arena champion, he immediately took out the Violet Firmament Sword.

The Sword Avatar Dharma Body flew out above his head.

"Four Dharma Azure Cloud!"

The Aurora Sword used Sword Qi Embodiment, while the extra Violet Firmament Sword could help Chen Ping use Four Dharma Azure Cloud.

As the sword technique unfolded, four Chen Pings suddenly appeared on the arena. Of course, three of them were sword technique illusions, not Chen Ping himself.

In this way, no matter what preparations the people entering the arena had, even if it was a wheel battle, they couldn't lock onto Chen Ping's real body in the first moment.

Seeing this scene, Bai Jianjia breathed a sigh of relief:

"Using Four Dharma Azure Cloud to conceal the real body with sword technique illusions is indeed a wise move."

Immediately, a disciple of the Heaven-Born Sect rushed into the arena.

"Boom!!!"

The terrifying Indestructible Sword Qi of Four Dharma Azure Cloud instantly blasted over.

The Heaven-Born Sect disciple was immediately blasted into serious injury, with dense and horrifying sword marks appearing all over his body, and his body instantly flew out of the arena.

"Damn it!!!" Luo Daoliu's face was gloomy as he flew out of an arena:

"That Lu Jianyi of the Demon Subduing Sect also comprehended Sword Steel Condensed Astral. If I had known, I would have spent more time comprehending the Dao of the Blade!"

Now, twelve hours were almost up, and he couldn't possibly be eliminated without even surviving the first day, right?

Then he would really become the shame of Blade Spiritual Root!

He looked at a dozen or so Heaven-Born Sect disciples surrounding an arena, and immediately flew over, shouting:

"Get out of the way, I'm running out of time, let me go to this arena!"

Immediately, the faces of the Heaven-Born Sect disciples changed drastically, and they quickly said:

"Senior Brother, you can't go! The master of this arena is Chen Ping of the Eastern Xuan Sect!"

"..." Luo Daoliu's face twitched, his eyes were humiliated, and he immediately changed direction, rushing into another arena.