Alchemy Emperor Of The Divine Dao Chapter 4057: The True Three Styles of the God of War

Chapter 4057: The True Three Styles of the God of War

What great pressure, and what an intense competition.

One person became the Killing Saint, while the others were all executed.

The woman opened her mouth, and asked, Senior, may I know which level the person with the fastest progress has reached?

This was very crucial.

Including Ling Han, everyone looked towards Wan He.

Wan He paused, and said, The fastest person has already reached the thirtieth level.

F***

Ling Han and the others all frowned. Then they would have lost out too, wouldnt they? The gap was too wide.

Senior, this is far too unfair, the Cauldron Forging Tier cultivator said.

Wan He sneered, This world is unjust in the first place. It can only be changed with ones own efforts.

Senior, can we enter the inheritance tower now? the True Self Tier woman asked.

Wan He broke into a smile, This is the correct attitude! Of course, you can come to the Blood Tower at any time to challenge and comprehend.

In this place, it is strictly forbidden for you to kill each other. Otherwise, you will all be executed!

En, you all introduce yourselves first. In the future, for a very long time, not only will you all be competitors, you will also be like-minded companions, and will be going on missions together.

The four of them introduced themselves. The Foundation Building Tier cultivator was called Chen Bing, the Cauldron Forging Tier cultivator was called Zhao Biao, and the True Self Tier cultivator was called Zhu Yan.

Wan He soon left elegantly, leaving the four of them to do whatever they had to do.

From the looks of it, there didnt seem to be any traps here. There was only cruel competition.

However, if it was just that, how could it make people completely devoted to the Battle God Palace?

Ling Han looked at the Blood Tower in front of him. Could it be that all its mysteries were here?

Zhu Yan was the first to move, and she had already walked into the Blood Tower.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Bing and Zhao Biao hurriedly followed after her.

Ling Han, on the other hand, was not in a rush. He circled around the tower once. He discovered that this tower was not ordinary. Not only was it a powerful Spirit Tool, it was also the core of a great formation.

Without batting an eyelid, he walked towards the great doors at the foot of the tower.

In the end, he would still have to face this.

After entering the tower, Ling Han felt as if he had stepped into another world. There were powerful warriors, and there was endless slaughter.

Pu, pu, pu! Innumerable drops of blood bloomed in front of him, and heads fell one after another. Not only were there adults, there were also children. In fact, there were even infants. Their stomachs were cut open, and the scene was incredibly bloody.

This kind of massacre would drive normal people crazy.

Ling Han was extremely resolute. He had walked all the way from the Genesis World, and had even witnessed the destruction of a whole realm, so how could he be distracted by this kind of scene?

He watched calmly, capturing every single detail.

Soon, he discovered that there were multiple seals hidden in the blood that had splattered.

These seals were all dark red in colour, and was akin to blood. Thus, if one did not carefully observe them, it would be impossible to discover them.

Ling Han was grasping these seals, and at the same time, it was inevitable that he would also be absorbing the images of slaughter.

Realization dawned on him. So this was how the Battle God Palace brainwashed people.

If he wanted to grasp these seals, he had to carefully look at these images of slaughter. The longer it took, the more likely it was that it would affect his mind, or even influence his personality.

Of course, that would definitely need a very long time. However, this Blood Tower had 33 levels.

What else was there?

Seeds like them were all competitors, so everyone would definitely feel extremely pressured, because once someone reached the top, the others would all die.

This meant that everyone would spend a lot of their time here. Then, with this influence, it would not be strange for their temperament to slowly be influenced, and their personalities to gradually become distorted.

Moreover, the images in the first level might only be a piece of cake, and would be multiplied with every successive level afterwards. In short, it was certain to turn a normal person into a mass murderer.

Ling Han took a deep breath. If that was all, he believed that with his self-control, he would definitely remain unchanged.

All right, then lets have a competition!

Ling Han extracted all the seals, then analyzed them in his mind.

After a while, he revealed an expression of surprise.

This was the first style of the Three Styles of the God of War. However, it was much more complicated than the first style that he had learnt.

The real Three Styles of the God of War.

Not bad, not bad. The Battle God Palace was really generous. From the very beginning, they were gifting the Saint Technique to him.

Ling Han quickly smiled. In any case, they could not leave the Battle God Palace. Furthermore, in the end, only one of them would be able to become the king of assassins. The others would all die, so what if the Battle God Palace passed this technique on to them?

He began to practice, over and over again. When he had completely mastered this style, a door silently opened, revealing a set of stairs that led to the second floor.

This first level, it would be considered as him having passed.

Ling Han smiled. He did not see Zhu Yan and the others who had entered before him. Thus,

they must have entered into separate spaces.

-Previously, he had already discovered that this Blood Tower itself was a precious tool.

Ling Han walked up the stairs, and soon arrived at the second floor.

Shua, a fierce Sword Qi slashed over, incredibly terrifying.

Ling Han couldnt help but feel shocked. He hurriedly dodged to the side. Then, he discovered that the person who had attacked was actually a child. He looked extremely innocent, but after his attack had missed, he immediately attacked again and again, every move fierce.

It was really hard to imagine that a child would actually have such a high cultivation level, that even Ling Han would feel some pressure. This had to be battle prowess above twenty

Heavens, at least.

But how could a mere five- or six-year-old child be so strong?

He immediately realized that this should not be a real person, but rather a manifestation created by the formation.

Ling Han activated his Eye Technique, and sure enough, he didnt find any majestic life

essence. It was just a blur.

Since it wasnt a real person, Ling Han naturally didnt need to have any more reservations. He aggressively attacked and killed this child.

Strangely, though this child had died, it had not dispersed. Instead, he was lying there like a real person. There was blood flowing, and one could even smell the strong stench of blood.

This blood was real!

The Battle God Palace was truly a freak. For the sake of twisting ones mind, they would do

anything.

Ling Han circled the surroundings, but did not find any doors that led to the third floor open.

What was going on? He had not passed the test?

Thats right. He had learnt the First Style of the God of War from the first level, so going by that trend, he should be able to learn the true Second Style of the God of War here.

He observed carefully, yet could not make heads or tails of the situation at all.

Could it be?

Ling Hans eyes turned to the corpse on the ground. This was clearly an illusion, but it still hadnt dissipated after being defeated. It should have been deliberately designed like this. F*ck! It cant be that freakish, right?

Ling Han faltered for a moment. Forming the appearance of a child to attack him, and having him personally kill a child was already cruel enough, but now, the key to the Second Style of

the God of War was probably on this corpse.

He was required to dismember someones corpse?

Although this was fake, Ling Han still felt a strong feeling of nausea. It was too

uncomfortable.

However, Ling Han still guarded his heart. He began to dissect the corpse.