The third floor of the sword boat.

Pang Jian leaned against the window, his expression indifferent, and withdrew his gaze from Fang Boxuan's body.

He was amazed.

The Blood Moon Leader, who had always been cautious and too timid, had never been too timid when he first saw Yu Yuan's reckless land, and there was such an unknown side.

The second realm, the young master of the valve Fang family?

Pang Jian couldn't help but remember that when Chixia Zhou was played by the Demon Linzhou and broke through the Gangfeng layer again, it was Fang Boxuan who tried his best to persuade everyone to dispel the idea of seeking revenge from the Demon Sect.

It was also he who reminded everyone again and again that the Demon Sect was the strongest sect in the Second Realm.

The Fang family was originally attached to the Demon Sect, and it was the premier valve of the Second Realm, and it was only because they did not obey the orders of the Demon Sect that they would usher in a catastrophe.

As a victim, Fang Boxuan should hate the Demon Sect to the core, why should he persuade everyone to stop their anger?

"He doesn't want to be noticed by the Demon Sect? Or are you afraid to even have the idea of revenge? ”

Pang Jian felt incomprehensible.

In the time that followed, the sword boat remained still.

Everyone was looking forward to the arrival of another group of people, or another intelligent being.

They longed, that someone would come and pull them and take them out of the endless smoke swamp.

Even if the banner that had released many ants and was entrusted by the foreign gods of the outer lands, if it could be reproduced near the sword boat, they would feel happy and excited.

The unchanged situation, for too long, too long without a new person appearing, makes everyone anxious.

However, the difficult situation of being trapped in the fog has never turned around.

The flame of hope in everyone's hearts is being consumed day by day with the passage of time.

Later, everyone stopped cultivating, and they had no intention of cultivating, and they all looked at the eternal mist with a confused expression.

Pang Jian, who no longer comprehended the chaotic sword technique, just maintained the existence of the spiritual power shield and silently watched the human nature on the sword boat.

this day.

"I can't wait for a turnaround, I don't want to wait for the spirit jade to run out, and die like Wang Ji from the unknown."

An outer disciple of the Sword Tower, under the long torment of despair and fear, his willpower suddenly collapsed.

He screamed at the endless smoke monsters on deck.

"Poof!"

He killed himself with a spirit sword, blood spurted from his neck, and his head fell to the ground.

Negative feelings of despair, starting with his self-slaughter, quickly spread, gradually infecting more people.

Everyone watched as his flesh and blood first decayed, then his dry bones turned into ashes, and finally turned into a part of the "treacherous mist".

"Wang Xin, I want to ...... with you before I die"

An outer disciple of Heigu came to the same junior sister, and the emotions that he had suppressed for many years exploded in his heart, and he said with a look of hope: "I am an outer disciple, and you are an inner disciple, and your master has always disagreed with the two of us. ”

"I don't have much spirit jade in my hand, I'm afraid I won't be able to last a few days. Wang Xin, if you are willing, we ......"

He looked at his crush and boldness.

The petite female disciple of Heigu pursed her lips and nodded slightly, and said with tears in her eyes: "I am willing." ”

So the two of them went to the first floor of the sword boat hand in hand, found a vacant room, and went to enjoy the joy of fish and water.

"Zhao Liqun!"

A disciple of the outer gate of the Sword Tower, who sacrificed the spirit sword and pointed at the same door, said: "Lao Tzu has endured you for a long time!" I've always known that my Phantom Cloud Sword will only have a big problem because I borrowed it from you for a few days! Zhao Liqun, you despicable villain, I almost died because of a mistake in the Phantom Cloud Sword during a beast hunting operation! ”

"I did it."

Another outer disciple of the Sword Tower sneered, "You and I both have a chance to be promoted to an inner disciple in the next test." You're my biggest competitor. I want you to die, don't you take it for granted? ”

"Haha! Zhao Liqun, everyone is going to die anyway, I have to let you go ahead of me today! ”

The two disciples of the Sword Tower, regardless of Qi Qingsong, whose face was pale, fought a decisive battle on the gradually open deck.

As the sword light flew by, their spiritual power shields were shattered by each other.

Almost synchronously, they were infected by the strange forces in the smoke, and their flesh was eroded first, and the dry bones stained with a little blood stained also turned into bone meal and scattered.

During this period, Qi Qingsong, who knew that he could no longer control it, remained silent throughout the whole process.

At a time when there is no hope, the so-called order is of little significance.

For those who resigned themselves to fate, for those who were bent on death, he could no longer restrain them.

is going to die, who cares about his attitude?

"Peng!"

A bright and touching female disciple of the outer gate of the Black Valley, Ben snuggled up next to a disciple of the inner door of the Black Valley, but suddenly the killer hit the inner disciple's chest into a depression.

The swarthy, short and ugly inner disciple, who couldn't believe it before he died, stretched out his hand and pointed at her: "Why? ”

"Phew!"

The female disciple spat at the mouthful, left from his fading light blue canopy, and said sharply, "If you hadn't given me some pills every now and then to teach me the way of cultivation, I would have served such a disgusting thing as you?" ”

"You don't pee on yourself, and I really want to love you and serve you willingly?"

She suddenly looked gloomy, laughed nervously twice, and suddenly said, "Bangs, I have avenged you." ”

"Back then, we teamed up together, and you were killed by Fan Qi's trickery, I knew that it was not his opponent, so I could only pretend not to know and endure it, and today I finally killed him!"

The murderer looked at the inner disciple named Fan Qi who lost his breath, and there was a relieved expression on his face.

Confirming that Fan Qi was really dead, she smiled heartily and cut herself off.

Despair is still there.

After all kinds of negative emotions fermented and brewed, all kinds of strange things that broke out frequently appeared on the sword boat.

Everyone is gradually numb.

"There are all kinds of creatures, and the human heart is treacherous."

Zhou Qingchen also came to the window, looked down with Pang Jian, and after he sighed, he suddenly said: "Pang Jian, I don't have enough spiritual jade in my hand." ”

"Hmm."

Pang Jian took out half of his spirit jade and handed it to him, and he also felt infinite emotion.

He didn't know how long it had been, but on the sword boat that was lost in the "treacherous fog", he had a complex feeling of seeing people's hearts.

Those who are truly desperate, seeing that the day of death is approaching day by day, no matter what strange things they do, he will not be surprised now.

Even, he will feel normal......

When the cloud and thunder were forbidden, through a cracked spatial gap, he saw the powerful foreign object like a lion and a tiger, because of the madness when he sensed a clear coordinate.

The eagerness of the foreign body at that time, the excitement of rekindling the flame of hope in his heart, he finally had a deep understanding.

It wasn't until he was in the "fog" and was also lost that he understood how torturous it was to be in this long, endless, hopeless and helpless environment.

Death, perhaps, is really a relief.

Those with weak willpower, watching the spiritual jade decrease day by day, watching the people around them being infected one by one and turning into nothingness, they are being destroyed physically and mentally all the time.

- It is a slow torture that acts on the heart and soul.

It's scarier than facing death.

How long has it been?

Those people on the sword boat were already full of ugliness, and the dark side of their hearts erupted one after another.

That one, a foreign body that has been wandering in the "treacherous fog" for many years, and how much time has it endured?

He didn't even have a sapient creature that could speak, His flesh was eroded, and only bones remained.

But he was still struggling for a chance to live.

"The strong are always strong, strong in their indomitable willpower, strong in their never give up."

Pang Jian had an understanding.

He regarded the loss of Jianzhou as a practice to sharpen his heart and boil his willpower.

He was firm in his belief and prepared to never give up even when it came to the last step.

After some more time, Pang Jian left his room and found Qi Qingsong, who was sitting in the stands on the third floor.

"The belongings on the deceased's body, the spiritual jade and spiritual weapons that can be used, as long as there is spiritual power, they will be distributed uniformly, right?"

"For those who have hope and are willing to continue to wait, if it is confirmed that they really don't have any spirit jade on them, they can be given priority."

Pang Jian put forward his own suggestions.

Qi Qingsong's heart was shocked, and he said, "You haven't given up yet?" ”

Pang Jian nodded: "If you live, there is still hope." ”

"I ......"

Qi Qingsong no longer has a rippling heart lake, rippling a trace of ripples.

The ripples gradually expanded, and his gray pupils shone little by little.

"Okay, I'll go to unified command and dispatch!"

Qi Qingsong, who had already accepted his fate and left everyone alone, suddenly flew down from the stands on the third floor of the Sword Boat and began to collect the things left behind by those who had lost their bones.

He boosted the morale of the people.

He shouted loudly, telling everyone to continue to persevere, and let everyone never give up.

However, not too many people really listened.

Many of the people who are still alive look at him with wooden eyes.

Those people are obviously still alive, but their eyes are full of defeat.

The heart, the willpower, and the desire to survive seem to have been eroded.

For those people, no matter what Qi Qingsong said, they had no reaction.

They just sat numbly, mechanically, stiffly, holding the spirit jade in their palms to draw strength.

Once the spiritual power of the spirit jade in their hands was exhausted, they would take out one or two pieces again and keep repeating them.

Until, when they can no longer take out the spiritual jade, they let the spiritual power cover disappear, let themselves be infected by the dense fog, and let themselves become a part of nothingness.

They are still alive, but they seem to be long dead.

"It's useless, whatever you say, it doesn't make sense to them. I don't think they can hear you, because they have a problem with their souls. ”

Zhao Yuanqi, a silver-haired girl, sat on the deck and said to Qi Qingsong, who was trying to revive the morale of the people: "People, I am most afraid of completely losing hope, and it will become like this after a long time." ”

"Unless, the sword boat successfully reaches the Forbidden Land, or returns to purgatory from this treacherous mist."

"Otherwise......"

Zhao Yuanqi shook his head: "Otherwise, it's useless to say anything, they won't listen to it, and they may not hear it at all." ”

Qi Qingsong was shocked.

Looking at the living dead sitting numbly, a fear surged in his heart, and he looked sharply at Pang Jian from the deck.

At this time, he was thinking......

If Pang Jian hadn't come to him, if Pang Jian hadn't talked to him, if Pang Jian hadn't helped him strengthen his confidence and belief, would he have slowly become like those people?

He couldn't remember how long he had been sitting there, or how long he hadn't spoken before Pang Jian came to him.

The survivors on the sword boat should have erupted with negative emotions, and it was time to go to settle grievances and festivals, and it was already over.

It's been a long, long time since there have been no conflicts or anomalies.

This sword boat, which still has many people surviving, has not spoken for a long time.

Walking, coming, talking, everyone stopped.

He Qi Qing Songben is also gradually numb, and it seems that at some point, he will become those living dead who have lost hope.

He suddenly felt a great horror.

Upon closer inspection, he found that those whose eyes were still moving and who were still listening to him were indeed ...... Not much.

"How so?"

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(End of chapter)