The Rose Fairy guessed that there might not be any chance in the fairy trail.

However, she didn't say it to Zhou Ju, because for a while, even she was unwilling to accept this fact.

Not to mention, Zhou Ju.

Perhaps, the people in the Haoyue Immortal Sect are also the same as the people in this cannibalistic village.

The people of the cannibal village are unwilling to accept the fact that they are evil, even if they know it in their own hearts.

The people of the Haoyue Immortal Sect are unwilling to accept the reality that the immortal trail can no longer give a chance, even if they do, they also know it......

……

The Rose Fairy slammed into a daze, her gaze a little glazed.

She looked at the numb villagers, and then at the merchants who were tied up by the flowers, and her mind was originally a mess, but now, it was as if she had been caught by herself.

Maybe......

Immortal traces are using this way to tell themselves, don't dodge?

The people in these villages, instead of "cannibalism", can survive, and survive better, at least, so that they live in the sun.

But when you think about it, how can the current Haoyue Immortal Sect not be like this?

They put all the hopes of the great sect on the immortal traces.

Because the miracle did not bring them a chance, they were terrified.

In fact, this in itself is a very red flag.

What is serendipity?

Chance is inherently erratic.

The avenue is fifty, the sky is forty-nine, and people are one of them.

Sooner or later, the fate in the miracle will disappear, and even the water in the well will dry up one day.

But they put all their hopes on this illusory opportunity.

Originally, the Haoyue Immortal Sect was a major sect, could it be that because of the loss of this so-called immortal trace, their Haoyue Immortal Sect would have no way to maintain its current status?

It shouldn't be like this.

It can't be like this!

So now, the Rose Fairy began to wonder.

Is the scene in front of you also instilling such thoughts in yourself?

All in all, the Rose Fairy felt that this trip to the fairy trail was not in vain.

At this time.

The young man was tied to a stake.

The caravans were very close to him.

"Hehe, I said little brother, you can't do this, do you have to die?"

The storyteller glanced at him, pulled his throat, and said loudly: "The gentleman has something to do, and he doesn't do something!"

The big man was happy and said, "Did the gentleman say that Mingzhe protects himself?"

"......" that

The book was angry, "Don't mess with my Dao heart!"

The big man laughed.

I couldn't help but laugh so much that I even burst into tears.

Even if the tears of the big man's laughter came out, no one would think that he was out of fear.

From beginning to end, Dahan did not show the slightest timidity.

It's as if this person's character is standing here.

Heaven and earth, fearless!

"Little brother, I have met a lot of people in my life, but it is really rare to be as interesting as you, if we plant it this time, we are all dead, then in the next life, we will be brothers, you are civil, I am martial, how about it?"

"That's fine. "Mr. Storyteller is free and easy.

"Haha, come on!" Dahan laughed loudly, "Before he dies, he can have more brothers, which is a great blessing in life!"

"Hands-on. The village chief said in a deep voice.

He was already getting a little impatient.

The more free and easy this big man is, the more uneasy he feels.

Young adults in several villages, carrying machetes, ready to do it.

When a knife falls, a human head rolls down.

They seem to be very skilled at doing such things.

There was not the slightest pause.

And those villagers are indifferent enough in their eyes.

It's not the first time they've seen such a situation.

Zhou Ju looked at it and felt very uncomfortable, and a ball of anger was burning in his heart. If he could, he would love to kill the people of this village!

The big man's head also fell to the ground.

Only the woman, her gaze flickered, but it was fleeting.

Dahan wasn't the first and not the last she saw.

In the future, countless more people will die here.

Just like this caravan, there are many people with strong martial arts, but those people, when they come to this village, will not have any precautions.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked out.

He looked at the storyteller tied to the stake and snorted.

"You are a member of our village, but you collude with outsiders and want to be disadvantageous to our village, the village chief is very unhappy, the village chief doesn't like it! Today, I will burn you bastard to death to make an example!"

The voice fell, and at this time, many people were moved.

Although they didn't like this storyteller, the storyteller was from their village after all, and he was a person they knew.

The children of their own family will listen to this storyteller when they have nothing to do.

Those businessmen, when they die, they die, they don't know each other anyway.

But this storyteller is a little different.

Of course, they didn't feel so unbearable because of this, but began to prepare firewood one by one.

The storyteller hung his head with a grim smile on his face.

"The saint said so much every day, but he never told me how to save myself. ”

"However, I don't want to save myself, I will die when I die, and I can't sleep at night living with you people, for fear that one day, I will become an animal like you. ”

The fire burns brightly.

The storyteller in the flames was still cursing bitterly at first.

In the end, only a mournful wail remained.

The sound was very loud, and everyone who heard it was numb in their scalps.

The fire grew bigger and bigger.

Every villager looked at it with a blank face, as if they were enjoying a shadow puppet show that was not outstanding.

The flames began to get smaller.

Finally, extinguish completely.

"Alright, let's all go back. The village chief smoked a cigarette and spoke.

The villagers, like marionettes, turned around and walked towards their homes.

Suddenly, there was another blazing heat behind him.

One by one, they turned around and stared behind them, but their eyes widened instantly, and their faces were full of consternation.

The flames that had been extinguished began to burn again, and the more they burned, the more they burned.

In the flames, a hideous face was reflected.

"The restraint of the saint is only used to restrain the good people, you people, you don't even know the name of the saint, how can you listen to the teachings of the saint?"

"Today, I burned the cloud of saints, and also burned the so-called benevolence, righteousness and morality, God will not punish you, I will punish you!"

"God will not bind you! I'll come!"

"If the sky doesn't open, I'll open it!"

"The damned don't die, the deserving people don't live, the truth in the world, is it all bullshit?"

The flames burn more and more.

Moreover, the range of those flames is still spreading, at an extremely fast speed.

"I'm dead, I'm going to hell. ”

"Hell is empty, and demons are on earth. ”

"You ......"

"Let's all die. ”

The fire, still burning, devours the villagers.

The flames, like giant pythons, completely devoured the entire village.

Gao Ge opened his eyes violently and found that he was already in a sea of fire.

He was a little puzzled, but he saw that the huge face was looking at him.

"Is it a surprise? Is it an accident? Your so-called immortal trace is not left by an immortal, but a demon ......."

“……”