The Miao guards guarding the side did not dare to step forward when they saw this, Zhu Beichen's eyes were bloodshot, the muscles around his body were tense, and the blood vessels hidden under the cortex protruded, bursting out of blood imprints on the skin.

The patriarch was also startled, and knocked on the ground of the stone platform with his crutches, and the guards just came to their senses, and the two guards looked a little sluggish, and stepped forward in surprise and pressed Zhu Beichen tightly, who was almost on the verge of madness.

The two people carrying Han Qingxin had already carried her to the fire under the stone platform, and just waiting for the patriarch's order, they would throw her into the raging fire, the temperature of the flame was extremely high, and the blazing temperature had already dispelled the coolness in the hearts of everyone present.

Zhu Beichen slammed his head against a Miao man who was close to him, and under this collision, there was a bang, and the man who was five big and three thick felt that the sky was dark, and he fainted to the ground in a daze.

The next moment, maybe Han Qingxin would be thrown into the fire, his mood was extremely uncalm, and the swollen muscles held the rope that bound him tightly. Two more hurried forward to restrain him.

The wooden stake used to bind Zhu Beichen between the stone platforms was twenty centimeters thick, and he shook it with all his might, even if it was a senseless struggle, he couldn't watch a woman die for herself, even if he was thrown into the fire by this group of people, he hoped that he would be the first.

Several adult men's powerful arms pressed him and the wooden stake on the stone platform with all their strength, his performance was like a fierce beast that had already gone crazy, and he went straight to the arm of the nearest person to bite down, the strength of the upper and lower jaws was huge, almost desperately biting each other, bright red blood seeped out from the corner of Zhu Beichen's mouth, and then dripped to the ground.

He bit through the veins in the man's arm, and the warm blood stained the small patches of the stone platform red. The injured Miao man screamed miserably, waved his other arm, and hit Zhu Beichen's head with his fist, Zhu Beichen never let go, he had already lost his mind, the smell of blood stimulated his sense of smell, and he would not let go.

Fuck, Lao Tzu doesn't bite you to death, people who lose their rationality are often the most terrifying, and this is what Zhu Beichen thinks at this moment, he wants to bite the man in front of him to death, and under the violent bite of the two jaws, the flesh and blood on the man's arm are torn apart. The next moment, a large piece of flesh and blood with a small piece of blood vessel was torn off, and the man fainted in pain under the sharp pain that rending his heart and lungs.

Zhu Beichen held the bite of meat between his mouth, and his heart was still unfinished, constantly chewing the human flesh in his mouth. This made him feel excited, as if he was born to be such a bloodthirsty beast that he couldn't control himself when he smelled blood.

No one would agree that the boy dressed in Han costume on the stone platform was still a human being, and his behavior was unusual, with a coherent action of tearing, chewing and swallowing, and a bloody scene.

Where did the Miao people who chased the three of them know that this is still the cowardly young man who surrendered directly with his head thrown his knife in the rainforest, he was as fierce as a lion.

The timid Miao women under the stone platform couldn't help but cover their eyes and couldn't bear to look at it.

The rich plasma stimulated Zhu Beichen's bloodiness, and the thick wooden stake was also broken by him at this moment. The shape of the stake was revealed, a solid piece of wood that was as fragile as glass beneath the beast's body.

Seven rooms are not far from Zhu Beichen, and this scene really shocked him deeply, even if he has practiced hard qigong, to break such a thick stake, even if he has decades of skills, it is not so easy to do. He could see that Zhu Beichen could only do a little bit of short-term kung fu and had never cultivated internal strength, how did he do it?

In the case of a rapid explosion of human potential, it can reach a level that is unimaginable in normal times. But his performance was too unexpected.

Zhu Beichen snatched the scimitar in the hand of a Miao Min with his backhand nearby, and the blade was raised to the air, and under the blade was a fresh life. The sharp scimitar matched with the domineering hand of the knife wielder, and everyone seemed to have seen the next moment, the picture of blood splashing everywhere and the bloody head flying.

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The cold wind from the top of the mountain blows through this rainforest, and the damp mist drifts from afar along the wind, slowly blowing into the solemn atmosphere of Miao Village.

The mysterious melody echoes through the mountains around the rainforest, the sound of geese falling on the sand, and the flames that rise up seem to tremble in the air, and the arrogance is gone.

The notes played by Chang Xiao crossed the mountains again, and the sound was ethereal, like a veiled woman, a shy girl.

The sound of the seven laws is endless!

The dying Miao Min closed his eyes in horror, welcoming the arrangement of fate, and the figure like a jackal, tiger and leopard hovered in his heart. He was ready to die, but he didn't see the cold light of the scimitar fall.

Zhu Beichen's hand holding the scimitar was still standing in the air, and the beautiful rhythm deeply tugged at the heartstrings inside.

The hot and boiling blood cooled down, the eyes that condensed the fierce light dripped tears, the cool liquid washed the burning eyes, the tyrannical temperament returned to its original state, and the tense muscles also relaxed.

Bang, the scimitar in his hand fell to the ground.

The sudden upsurge just now had exhausted the strength around Zhu Beichen. After all, he hadn't eaten for a day and a night, and his strong heart was about to collapse at the touch of a button.

This is the fourth law, how many laws did the man in the depths of the mountains master? Is it really heavenly? That man's talent was terrifying. Seven rooms facing the mountains, I don't know what I'm thinking.

Also distracted was the old patriarch, Xiao Yin suddenly stopped.

His crutche-holding arm shook slightly, and his heart was in doubt. As the patriarch of the outer Black Miao, the elder of the entire Miao people, he is lucky.

He knew where the melody came from and who it meant, and it came here impartially, avoiding the death or injury of one of the sons of the clan, what did the lord want to convey, what did he want to express?

That supreme being, every move affects the fate of the entire Miao people.

The patriarch sighed, looked at the two people on the stone platform with worried eyes, and then turned to Han Qingxin in front of the fire. With a wave of the cane's right arm, Miao Min, who was carrying Han Qingxin, put her down. The patriarch hoped that he had done the right thing this time, because he didn't know what to do with the three men.

The fire was doused with icy water, and the crowd dispersed. The three were reinforced and tied to a stone platform, leaving only two guards on duty at night.

After the rainforest, deep in the mountains, on the banks of the Blackwater River.

The man who was blowing Chang Xiao was tired, and his smooth and white wrist rested weakly on one side.

Every interpretation of the Seven Laws is extremely draining. Every note is driven by the mind.

Only I know that if we talk about the sounds of heaven, the seven laws are just like the sound of the underworld, burning the essence of life, and sincerely praying to the ghost, so that you can borrow the power of the nine ghosts, play the sound of concentrating the soul and resounding the song of the ghosts of heaven and earth.

The strings are beautiful, and the emotions are nine shades.

It's a pity that for more than ten years, I have been so amazing that I can't even cultivate the nine-string sound, which is the real heavenly sound, the supreme tune above the clouds and mist of the nine heavens!