At the top of the peak, the evening breeze is howling.

A few bad guys and ghosts stepped forward and set up a pot for the old woman.

She took off the gourd she was carrying and poured water into the pot from the inside.

Although she was blindfolded, this mother-in-law's movements were very skillful, pouring water, adding ingredients, proportioning, and stirring......

Even if she couldn't see it, she was still able to manage everything in a very orderly manner, until—

"Mother-in-law, what kind of water are you?"

Over there, Yang Ning suddenly asked, and his question directly frightened the spoon that was stirring in the old woman's hand and fell into the pot.

Hurriedly taking out the spoon from the pot, the old woman said, "Busy, don't, don't talk to me, I don't know you!" ”

Yang Ning: "Mother-in-law, I remember that you can sing." ”

Old woman: "No, you're mistaken. ”

Seeing that the old woman didn't want to take care of herself, Yang Ning stopped talking.

He leaned back in the chair below him and closed his eyes for a nap.

Soon, smoke rose from the cauldron under the old woman's hand.

At the last moment before the nightfall, relying on a little light from the sky, you can see the scene of the peak of the Celestial Peak:

The Yin soldiers are standing guard, the ghosts are busy with their souls, Meng Po is boiling soup, impermanence and the judge are panicking, the guilty academy disciples are crying and breaking their bowels, and Yang Ning is sleeping soundly.

The main thing is a hell scene.

It's just that at this time, it is no longer the king of Hades who is in charge.

When it was completely dark, the first pot of soup was ready.

The old woman tried two mouthfuls by herself, and said, "It's okay, this pot is ten years of decoction dose." ”

Over there, Yang Zaixing waved his hand, and a group of disciples who had joined the academy for less than ten years were brought up.

These people only thought it was their turn to die, and one by one they cried and cried so badly that they were thieves.

But the ghosts and yin soldiers on the side were not used to them, and each person had a bowl of soup, whether they wanted it or not, they were all forced to pour it into their stomachs.

After drinking the soup, the Yin soldiers led the men down the mountain.

In the future, these people will not think about the academy anyway.

What they once learned in the academy will be forgotten, and what awaits them will be the lives of ordinary people.

It may seem pitiful, but in fact these people are very lucky.

There were 20 years of Meng Po old soup, 30 years, and so on, and they were busy until more than 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, and finally sent all the more than 4,000 academy disciples who drank Meng Po soup down the mountain.

During this period, many college disciples rebelled.

For these people, ignoring the merits, Gao Zhong led the Yin soldiers to kill all on the spot.

Even his own ghost killed two gentlemen from the academy with his own hands.

Seeing that two more gentlemen were crucified on the statue of Nawen Sheng, and that some fellow disciples were sent down the mountain, the disciples of the academy had to be honest.

Coincidentally, when the last academy disciple with merit went down the mountain, when the Meng Po threw the pot and spoon and ran down the mountain, Yang Ning also woke up at this time.

He looked at the thousands of academy disciples kneeling in front of him, all of which had no merit.

That is to say, the sins they have committed are greater than the merits they have accumulated.

At this moment, the blue-faced judge next to Yang Ning didn't dare to speak at all.

On the side, the black and white impermanence and the ghosts were even more terrified, and the only thing they could do was to bring the souls of the dead into the underworld after these people died.

Seeing Yang Ning pick up an arrow, Yin General Yang Zaixing shouted: "Ready!" ”

One by one, the Yin soldiers brushed and raised their knives!

At this moment, a terrible cry sounded on the top of the mountain!

"Don't cry! Let's give it a go! ”

"You can't die for nothing, can you?!"

"Get up! them! ”

The academy disciple who realized his next fate wanted to start an incident again!

Seeing that there are still seven or eight thousand academy disciples on this Heavenly Man Peak, a fierce turmoil is about to occur!

These academy disciples were honest before, because the same disciples who were sent down the mountain gave them hope.

And now, obviously, what awaits him next will be death, then, these thousands of academy disciples will have to make the final battle of trapped beasts!

Especially those academy gentlemen and core disciples who are still alive, they know that there is no way back behind them, and they take the lead one by one!

Gao Chong and Yang Zaixing had already led the Yin soldiers to take the lead in killing them, but the number of Yin soldiers pulled over by a high-speed rail was not very sufficient.

In a short period of time, relying only on Yin generals and Yin soldiers could not suppress the dying counterattack of the disciples of this academy!

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yang Ning smiled slightly, his eyes moved slightly, hmph!

The bronze dagger flew in front of him.

Yawning, Yang Ning looked at the judge on the side and asked, "That, how many core disciples of the academy are there?" ”

Cold sweat dripped from the blue-faced judge's head, and he hurriedly said, "Seven hundred and twenty-five! ”

"Oh."

Turning his head, Yang Ning said lightly: "Kill all seven hundred and twenty-five." ”

The bronze sword didn't move.

Yang Ning: "? ”

The bronze sword shook slightly.

Yang Ning said clearly: "Well, I forgot about this stubble, you don't know who the seven hundred and twenty-five core disciples are......"

"Then, pick the strongest seven hundred and twenty-five in it, Kah."

After Yang Ning's words were finished, the sword body of the bronze short sword slammed!

Hmmm-

Puff puff!

The continuous dull sound sounded with bursts of flesh breaking and blood splashing, and I saw that in the turbulent crowd, one bloody head after another brought blood splashes!

Hundreds of blood-drenched heads flew into the sky at the same time!

Hundreds of gushing blood springs up from the headless shoulders!

After a few seconds, splatters of blood fell.

Like a rain of blood falling from the sky, huhula.

These more than seven hundred academy core disciples were distributed among these thousands, and the rain of blood that their heads flew away from and sprinkled on almost most of the academy disciples.

In an instant, the turbulent crowd fell silent.

The huge Tianren Peak Square became extremely quiet.

Only the sound of drops of blood falling from the sky clearly reached the ears of everyone, ghosts, and yin people present.

Everyone who was standing, all the ghosts, all the yin, their legs were trembling.

Some of them may have seen a more tragic scene, but it is also necessary to see what kind of means were used by the people who created it.

Yang Ning sat on the chair, looking lazy.

The bronze sword floated in front of him, turning slowly.

From beginning to end, Yang Ning just said a word.

"Great, don't give up, everyone!"

"Don't give up!"

Among the disciples of the academy, there are still people who want to persevere.

Yang Ning's eyes changed slightly, hmph-

The bronze sword moved slightly, and the academy disciples who still wanted to persist followed the more than seven hundred fellow disciples in front of them, their heads rising to the sky, and their shoulders gushing with blood.

When this rain of blood fell, at this point, the tide of resistance of all the academy disciples was completely extinguished

Yang Ning said lazily: "Okay, it's been a busy day, let's end it." ”

Yang Zaixing said sharply: "Ready!" ”

One after another academy disciples were pressed to their knees by the Yin soldiers!

When!

Causes the arrow to fall to the ground.

Yang Ning said lightly: "Kill." ”

Yang Zaixing: "Chop!" ”

Hmmm-

The Yin soldiers are up and down!

......