Seeing that everyone's expressions were different, the head of the sickle also knew that this matter should not be done too quickly, so he put away his expression just now, and stood aside and was silent with everyone. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zi Moyu only thought about how to choose, and didn't think about what the scythe master's words meant.

The depressing atmosphere always makes people feel bored, and the atmosphere of decadence is on the table, but Zi Moyu still doesn't say a word, and everyone can't help but doubt the ability of this Zi Sandalwood head to be in charge.

"One hundred and eight of you go to the nearest farming family to find one hundred and eight boys, and bring them here, and the rest of you will wait here with me, and as for the future, I think, we should look for the traces of this beast clan. ”

Zi Moyu casually pointed to a sect and asked him to arrest people, and those people's expressions suddenly looked ugly, as if someone else had robbed him of something.

But for now, this method is undoubtedly the best solution, and everyone has no objection, it is better to sacrifice one hundred and eight boys than to sacrifice so many monks, although the boys are innocent, but at the critical moment, the role of the monks is more useful than that of boys.

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the head of the Scythe Gate standing on the side, and then retracted it for a moment, as if it had never appeared.

But it was said that on Ao Ling'er's side, another day passed, and everyone's expressions became weak and pale, and it was nothing more than a year.

"Huangpu Yue, you said that someone would come to rescue us from this Raushzi's formation, but why hasn't anyone come to reinforce yet?"

Many people wanted to question this, but they really couldn't spare time, so they could only silently attack the black creatures that kept popping up on the ground.

"Huangpu Yue, you have deceived us to such a point, if one day I wait out, it is not a gentleman to take revenge. ”

Huangpu Yue's expression was faint, in the past few days, he has heard hundreds of such words, and now he has no expectations for this reinforcement, he has not come for so long, presumably he has no way to use this formation.

Ao Ling'er is also speechless for this kind of person, silence represents all her words, no way, if she is asked to say, this person is really stupid and stupid, don't you see that people Huangpu Yue has stopped talking, and is not comforting you, you are still chattering here, what do you mean?

sighed from the bottom of his heart, alas, it's understandable to be stupid, but if you run out and be stupid if you have something to do, it's hopeless.

Seeing that no one answered him, this person began to scold again, saying that Huangpu Yue deceived him and asked him to come here to die.

Looking at these people Ao Ling'er was silent for a while, although he was tired of this person's stupid behavior of scolding, but watching these people slowly die in front of him, and still when he had the ability to let them out, how could he think about it in his heart.

Huangpu Yue is also depressed, now this face, is not what he wants to see, if there are no reinforcements, then he will have braids, these people said, as if they are happy to see them like this.

"Chixin, is there any way for you to make this formation crack without being discovered by others?"

There is no way, Ao Ling'er can only ask for help from Chixin, no matter how people say it, he is also an old monster who has lived for tens of thousands of years, for this kind of thing, he has more experience than himself, a rookie in the immortal cultivation world.