In an instant, there seemed to be only the noisy wind and the sluggish soldiers standing in the heavens and the earth. The breeze gently swept through the corners of each soldier's clothes, and the floating water surface seemed to fluctuate, shallow to nothing, but it made people feel a kind of slim road ahead.

The army of fifty did not stand evenly in front of the high platform, but was cleverly divided into about twenty teams of the same number around the huge pit around the high platform. On the side of each team, there was a huge pit, each pit was about the same size, about five meters long and wide, and about three zhang deep, and the contents made everyone feel a kind of desperate fear, and the ultimate panic.

The soldiers were not stupid, and when they heard that they were going to come here to meet the nine-thousand-year-old Bai Zixiao, they could faintly feel uneasy. As far as they knew, that person was the Shura demon of the human world, the Yaksha Demon King, whose hands were full of the blood of the dead, and he carried the lives of hundreds of thousands, if not millions, on his body.

Now, the big pit that appears around them must be inseparable from their lives.

At the same time, Situ Xin also led the guards here. The silence around him made him deeply puzzled, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in his heart.

Following the eyes of the soldiers, Situ Xin rode his horse close to the huge pit not far from him. The moment he got closer, the sitting spirit suddenly roared and stirred like crazy.

Seeing this, Situ Xin tightened the reins, wanting to calm his beloved horse's uneasiness. But at this time, the horse seemed to be greatly stimulated, and it was completely like a beast, only knowing how to beat and struggle, completely ignoring Situ Xin, who was sitting on his back.

Suddenly, the horse's hind legs stepped on the periphery of the huge pit, and the ground collapsed in an instant, and Situ Xinlian fell backwards with the horse. Seeing that he was about to fall into the giant pit, Situ Xin quickly slapped his palm below, bounced back with the help of the palm wind, and fell around the giant pit. But his beloved horse was not so lucky, but fell into the pit safely.

At that moment, the neighing and howling of horses came from the pit, and the heart-wrenching sound was as if the flesh and bones had been forcibly separated with a knife, which made people feel palpitations and panic when they heard it. Situ Xin and the soldiers who were standing around the giant pit looked at the scene in the pit, as if thousands of small insects had crawled over them, panicked, uncomfortable and scared, and even had a feeling of nausea and wanting to vomit, faintly coming from their bodies.

I saw that in the huge pit, snakes, scorpions, centipedes and other poisonous insects kept crawling and biting on the horse's body, and the horse kept struggling upward, as if trying to escape from the huge pit. But the three-zhang high crater is not at all the range it can escape. Soon, the horse's body was crawling with dense poisonous insects, which looked extremely terrifying.

Even so, the steed kept struggling, and the gesture of survival made all the soldiers watching feel an indescribable panic.

Looking at the pain of his beloved horse who had followed him for many years, Situ Xin's handsome face was soaked with pain and hatred. He kept his head down, and the hair on his forehead half obscured his expression, but if anyone looked closely, they could see blood spilling from between his clenched teeth.

Situ Xin stood beside the pit for about a moment, watching his beloved horse's struggle, listening to its painful voice, and suddenly feeling extremely sad in his heart.

He was a weak man who couldn't even save a horse.

When he saw the moment the horse fell, Situ Xin quickly turned his head and didn't look any further, he didn't want to see the moment when it closed its eyes. Then he looked at the high platform not far away, and all Situ Xin could see was the half-exposed Xiao characters.

To him, that word was a nightmare.

Slowly walking towards the high platform, with every step, Situ Xin felt as if he was walking on the tip of a knife, with bleeding pain.

Ascending the high platform, Situ Xin looked at the white purple flute sitting on the chaise longue and grinding with Hua Qingmo's ears and temples, his eyes narrowed slightly. is worthy of Bai Zixiao, and the method he came up with is always so unexpected.

"Nine thousand years old, this king has seen a nine thousand years old method today, which is really an eye-opener for this king." Situ Xin sat down, looked at the panicked army downward, and sneered in his heart. Although this method of intimidation is a bit ruthless, it must be admitted that it is an excellent method.

It is only before death that one understands how important it is to be alive. People waste their time on earth because they can't predict their own death and don't understand the fear of death.

"King Liang has won the award, the lord of this governor is just willing to use ruthlessness, and King Liang is too distressed about the army in his hands." Bai Zixiao glanced at Situ Xin, and there was a calm sneer in his indifferent voice. He looked sideways at Hua Qingmo, his hand gently caressed the back of her hand, and the coolness of his fingertips made Hua Qingmo feel a kind of cold that was about to come in winter.

She looked up at Bai Zixiao, and her beautiful face seemed to have a sin smile, the ultimate demon, the ultimate evil, and the ultimate charm.

"Mo'er." Bai Zixiao suddenly looked down at Hua Qingmo, her voice was cold but with a different kind of softness.

"Huh?" Hua Qingmo replied suspiciously.

"This punishment is good, I have to praise you." The smile on the corner of Bai Zixiao's lips deepened, and it became more and more demonic.

Hua Qingmo was slightly surprised, her eyes looked at the huge pits in front of her, and the corners of her lips pursed slightly. She understood what this pit was for.

But acting like this is really Bai Zixiao's style.

"Mo'er just said casually, but nine thousand years old but acted like this, it should be Mo'er boasting about nine thousand years old!" Hua Qingmo looked at Bai Zixiao, and there was a joke in her voice.

Bai Zixiao looked at the smile on Hua Qingmo's face, his hand slowly slid to her face, and then gently flicked it on her forehead: "You seem to be getting bolder and bolder recently." ”

"It may be that the nine-thousand-year-old is too good to Mo'er, so that Mo'er is a little carried away." Hua Qingmo did not shy away from hugging Bai Zixiao's neck, and her face was very close to his. Looking at the smile on Bai Zixiao's face, Hua Qingmo's heart was even more puzzled, her lips came to his ear, and her voice was extremely soft: "Zixiao, what are you playing?" ”

"Want to know?" Bai Zixiao hugged Hua Qingmo's slender body and completely took her into her arms. He inserted one hand into Hua Qingmo's long hair, and the other wrapped around her thin waist, to outsiders, he seemed to be kissing Hua Qingmo.

"Hmm!" Hua Qingmo nodded in response.

"There will be guests you know soon, just wait quietly." When Bai Zixiao said this, her lips kept sticking to Hua Qingmo's ears. The slightly hot breath from her lips fell on her ears like a kiss, making Hua Qingmo's whole body stiffen.

Then, the white purple flute pine blossomed and stood up from the chaise longue. Hua Qingmo sat behind him, staring at his back, and for a moment, the person in front of her made her feel a kind of distance at the end of the world.

Bai Zixiao is wearing a light gold transparent white brocade robe, and the positions on the front, back and shoulders and arms are embroidered with pure gold fine threads to create a cluster of Yonghua noble flowing cloud patterns. The place where the collar is handed over is still the same brocade, and the upper part is densely covered with moire.

He wore a dark silk gold cloak and a long sword at his waist. The breeze lifted his robe, and the hunt flew like an immortal in the world.

Slowly to the front of the high platform, Bai Zixiao stared at the 500,000 army below, the corners of his lips slowly hooked, and he transmitted the voice with internal force, and his voice was enough to spread throughout the 500,000 army: "The Lord heard that you are now in a state of collapse and cannot fight. As for useless things, the Governor's consistent assertion is to ruin them, do you see the things next to you? This is called a pot, and it is a torture created by the beloved wife of the Governor, and if you can contribute to the beloved wife of the Governor, it is considered a place of death. ”

Bai Zixiao's face had an indescribable bewitching smile, like a blood-colored red flower that suddenly bloomed, beautiful and evil.

The 500,000 army was first frightened by the poisonous insects in the huge pit, but now when they heard Bai Zixiao's words, they were even more afraid and panicked, and some people had even begun to run away, wanting to escape from this world that seemed to be hell on earth.

"Whoever dares to take a step back, the first person to taste the pot is that person, you are so eager to give your life for the Governor, the Governor is deeply grateful."

As soon as Bai Zixiao's words came out, all the soldiers who wanted to escape stopped and stood in place, flustered in their hearts and didn't know what the road ahead was. The surrounding brocade guards are ready to go, always warning them what to do and what not to do.

Silence, half a million soldiers, but there was only silence, a calm that tended to be dead silence. Some of them faced Bai Zixiao, and some of them turned their backs to him, with different postures, but their hearts were all shrouded in the horror of death and the despair of the road ahead.

No one can't wait to die.

Looking at the dead army of King Liang, the smile on the corner of Bai Zixiao's lips deepened, as if some pure white flowers appeared in the demonic smelting of blood-colored red flowers.

Demon and pure, blood red and snow white, the ultimate contrast, the ultimate bewitchment.

"Useless things are ruined, this is the Lord's opinion. What you need after being affected by that night is not a verbal encouragement and a story, but a lesson of death. Bai Zixiao's voice was as cold as the sharpest ice edge in winter, like a north wind mixed with snow, instantly sweeping the 500,000 army in front of him.

They know that the man in front of them is a man who bears the lives of millions of people, they know that he is cruel to the loyal and good, they know that he is scolded by the people of the world, and they know that he is a person who brings disaster to the country. They knew so much that they hated him before they had ever been persecuted by him.

But at this moment, all the qiē seemed to evaporate and disappeared, leaving only the man in front of him, as if attached to the soul.

They are not useless things.