The disciples of the three sects were surrounding, all staring at them with fierce eyes, and from time to time someone pointed to their eyebrows, greedily looking at this group of prey.

In front of them was no longer a human being, but a blood spirit that could be harvested at any time.

How precious, plus the quality of this time is incomparable.

Something to fight for even if you break your head.

It seems that they have to strike first, and harvest the best first.

Bad thing!

The rock frowned, and the eyes of the three factions were all focused on his people, and it was impossible to get out.

Suddenly turned around, his eyes swept over everyone, how easy it was for a few thousand people to survive the slaughter of nearly 300,000 people.

The investment of thousands of such people is tantamount to a drop in the ocean.

The wolves looked around, under the claws of the tigers, and if they wanted to escape, they had to do it as a desperate strategy.

Oishi and Iwazo also saw the severity of the situation, and one by one they were like facing a great enemy.

The sword in his hand was trembling slightly, which showed the tension in everyone's heart.

This is a kind of torment, the strong enemy is at present, and it is not easy to survive.

Doth, whose hair was white, looked at the rock, and his brow, which had been wrinkled into pimples, suddenly stretched.

Nodding and calling out to the people he had brought, they were to their knees in front of the rocks.

As soon as he raised his hand, a short knife appeared in his hand, and I don't know what was smeared on the tip of the knife, and what was quickly carved on the back of the person who knelt down in front of him.

From time to time, he glanced at the chest of the rock, and in the end he didn't even raise his head, and the tip of the short knife in his hand worked like a fly.

The face is even more solemn and serious, as if it is something remarkable portrayed by his subordinates.

"Sheep's head!"

Iron Mountain on the side glanced at the rocks and thought thoughtfully.

Glancing at the tip of the knife that was flying like a fly, his eyes getting bigger and brighter.

The excitement was overflowing, and he pressed it down and rubbed his big hands.

"Come here, get us some of the ones you can draw!"

Iron Mountain roared loudly, called the people he brought, and knelt on one knee in front of the rock, staring at the blazing eyes on the rock's chest.

Now that Doth's masterpiece was finished, he made the man stand up and slowly turn around, so that everyone could see what he had portrayed.

"Sheep's head!"

Dashi and Iwazo spoke in unison, looked at each other, and suddenly there was a burst of light in their eyes.

It's like seeing a miracle.

I also saw an opportunity.

The three factions that were about to rush over were also in chaos, standing still and watching the performance on this side, I don't know why.

Why do you want to depict a sheep's head, a sacrifice before death?

I have never heard of such a situation.

"Haha! A sheep's head, a flock of lambs? ”

Laughing endlessly, pointing fingers, and talking.

Even the rock was dumbfounded, looking down at his chest and telling himself that it was a dream.

An unreal dream.

Sheep's head

For him, it was an ordeal.

A disgrace.

A hatred that can't be erased.

It was a painful memory.

But now, in this place in front of you, what are these people doing?

Depicting a sheep's head.

Look at them crazy and intoxicated.

He couldn't figure it out.

It's also unexpected.

Sheep's head!

That's the weakling.

It's the pain in my heart.

These people seem to regard this as a sacred thing, how can this be, how can it be.

This is a pain in my heart.

It's my shame.

It's my hatred.

He closed his eyes in pain and silently told himself not to be angry, not to be angry, never to be angry.

You can't do that!

This is a sheep's head, not a beast!

Suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the fanatical crowd in front of him, were they all his followers!

Look at their eyes, full of adoration, madness, and the desire to live.

I see!

It's the desire to be alive.

This is where the strength comes from.

That's it! It's just a sign, let them go!

Maybe it's the stigma that makes you motivated.

Maybe only with hatred can you know how to fight.

Who knows how many people will survive today.

And how many people will leave this world alive.

Think of it as a thought!

The living will remember carrying the head of a sheep.

Those who are alive will remember to carry responsibilities on their backs.

"Carrying the sheep picture today, he will see each other every day, so he will use this as a number!"

Doth, who also carried the head of a sheep, knelt down in front of the rock, pointed to the sky, and swore an oath.

"Carrying the sheep picture today, he will see each other every day, take this as a number!"

There were people kneeling in front of the rock, swearing to the sky, even the rock was also serious, and everyone knew what kind of predicament he would face next.

Part never to meet again.

Life and death together.

This is the power to live, not a simple sheep picture.

This is to instill in these people an invincible strength.

The power of faith.

At this moment, this belief is buried deep in the hearts of these people.

As long as you live, this power will never be extinguished.

Faith is a sheep figure.

Sheep figures bring power!

"Can we?"

There were natives who came over, with adoration on their faces, and with a tug of their hands, they tore their shirts, and it was obvious that these were smart people.

People who want to live.

Seeing the problem can be regarded as praying for a kind of shelter, praying for survival.

"Yes!"

The rock nodded happily, giving them a little hope, which was their own help, although they didn't know what to do afterwards.

But they are all indigenous to this world.

It's just a matter of doing your best to help them.

Whether you live or die depends on yourself.

Whether or not they can survive is still a question, even if it is the destiny of each other!

As they got busy, the natives joined in and carved a picture of a sheep on their backs.

The same oath to heaven is solemn.

Even so, there were only a few thousand people in front of the rock, and a large number of natives were indifferent, and they were even still praying for the qualifications of the disciples of the three sects to cultivate immortals.

Blood and tears can't wake up people who pretend to be confused.

The rock shook his head, he couldn't care so much, he was the one he had to take care of.

I don't know if I can live, and these people around me don't know how many people will die today.

"Tell them how to cultivate!"

The rock commanded, since he followed him, he must give them hope, and he must also give them strength.

The power to live.

Although the possibility of living is slim, there are still many possibilities.

Give them the same strength to live, and treat them the same as those close to them.

Duo Si and they were busy again, and the cultivation methods were transmitted to the minds of the natives through various means.

This kind of thing made these people shocked beyond measure, and their eyes looked at the rocks even hotter.

That's what it's called worship, and at this moment, that frenzy replaces everything.

Undoubtedly, this fanaticism is also a force.

"Listen to me, if you want to live, it's not that easy, everyone can die, but we still have to go through it, like this, do what I say, fast."

Rock doesn't want to do useless work, since he wants to live, he can't be so messy.

There has to be a clear goal, a perfect discipline, otherwise it's really hard to imagine.

Iwazo is on his left.

The boulder is on their right side.

The strongest man must be used to smash open a door to life.

Among these people, the two of them were the first to cultivate, and now they also have the cultivation of the eighth order of Qi cultivation, which is the right-hand man for themselves.

Behind them are Doth and Iron Mountain, and down in turn are the eight warriors from the Sacred Mountain.

After all, they are also cultivators, and they are also the backbone of these people.

In short, it is a front formation, with the rock on the head, and the high cultivation is on both sides, protecting the middle and the weak one.

Those natives who have not cultivated are in the end, there is no way, there are only so many people, and there are too many disciples of the three sects to face.

"Alive, go to the fairy world outside to see, who dares to stop me!"

The rock turned abruptly and faced the disciples of the three sects, shouting such words, he wanted to tell those who followed him to live.

This belief will run through this battle.

Until it's really alive.

Why fight.

It's to go to the outside world.

Tell them it's time to fight hard.

Want to live.

Live better.

It's going to be killed.

On the other hand, it is also to tell the disciples of the three sects what their determination is for.

Just to — live.

"Haha!"

The disciples of the three sects laughed heartily and pointed their fingers, and even the demon disciples almost tilted their mouths.

For many years, I have never seen anything like this, and I have never heard of the natives of this world going to the outside world.

The people of this world are just a bunch of captive beasts.

The brute has an idea, too.

The world is crazy.

……

"Kill!"

The rock roared and rushed forward with his sword raised.

The disciples of the three factions on the opposite side were still the demon disciples, but at the moment they looked at the group of people in the rock with disdain.

The rock doesn't matter, if you go up, you will cut it down, there is no fancy to speak of, and you are here to kill people.

Bang dang

Sword to sword, no one can help anyone!

However, the rocks have a helper now, and they are still a right-hand man.

On the other hand, there is no one behind the demon disciples of the three factions, all of them are sparse and tired, and they are used to fighting alone.

Poof

Dashi's sword slashed into the waist of the demon disciple from the right side, and Iwasan who attacked from the left side slashed at his left waist with the same move.

How did he hide, it was so miserable that he was almost cut off and thrown out.

The rocks didn't care so much, and the sword in his hand was wielded, just like the life-and-death battle in that valley at the beginning, but now he was full of spiritual power, and he tried his best to fight.

Just to create a way for yourself to live.

It also creates a way for the followers behind him.

That is to use the sword in his hand to open up a bloody path.

How difficult is the road to creation, bitter hatred of frost, just to live.

The same is true for the rocks on both sides and the big stones, although there are only eighth-order cultivations, but the three of them are like one, just like in the valley at the beginning, the killing god possessed.

Cooperate with each other, attack and defend each other, and there is no enemy in front of them.

Like a bolt of lightning streaked across the night sky.

Divide one into two.

The sharp edge lost through the disciples of the three sects, leaving a mess and stunned everyone.

"Huh! But that's it! …… Who else!"

The rock was relieved, and as soon as he turned his head, the disciples of the three factions shouted and shouted to gather together.