So I continued.

Continue the terror, continue the pain.

Zheng Fei has always cared about this, he only cares about "fun" and "happiness".

But the old man asked the swallow to help, so he had to ask the swallow to help.

Because you can't be happy when you're dead.

He strode around the clearing, picked up the corpses one by one, and threw them into the dingzhong with ease.

He was casual, natural, as if he was cooking, adding a few pieces of pork to the pot.

Simply throwing a corpse is too boring.

So he started throwing to the left, to the right, to the right, to the swirling, to the high...... Changing all kinds of tricks, of course, they will definitely fall into the tripod in the end.

Na Ding ...... It's never full.

The blood-colored flames burned brightly, and a suffocating smell permeated the air. It could be burnt, fishy, or some other pungent smell, mixed together sinisterly.

But if you sniff closely, the smell doesn't exist. It seems to exist only in fantasy, in fear.

The monks who sealed the two veins of the pond looked at Da Ding with fear and pleading, hoping that the "balanced blood" of the hell would be refined immediately. to pull them out of the abyss of despair.

Even if it's their classmates, blood relatives, and friends...... Anyway, hurry up!

Let this nightmare moment pass sooner!

Li Shou didn't speak, and Fang Heling was silent.

On a night like this, it was suddenly a little too quiet.

Swallows don't like this quiet.

So she suddenly turned her head and looked at the other monks outside the two veins of the Qingyun Pavilion Sealing Pool.

"You are safe, you are happy! But happiness is not something that falls from the sky, it needs to be paid and maintained. ”

She said, "Now I give you a task to help me watch the monks of the two veins of the sealed pool, and don't let them escape." If they run one of them, you will die two. Fair, isn't it?"

She clapped her hands crisply: "It's decided!"

The monks with other surnames present were about four times as many as the monks of the two veins of the sealed pool. Originally, they were scattered around, throwing weapons and scattering Taoism, neither daring to resist nor fleeing. Just wait for this group of demons to achieve their goal, and let them go.

They have compassion, sadness, and happiness in their hearts. Sympathize with their fellow brothers and sisters, and suffer this fate. And glad they didn't need to.

But as soon as Yanzi said this, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

They went from being short-lived "outsiders" to being pulled back into the game.

There is no negotiation, no communication, but there is a silent tacit understanding. They naturally dispersed, silently surrounding the two veins of the sealed pond in the clearing.

Many beasts are instinctively driven to survive...... They will eat their own companions.

It is not that there are no brave people among the monks of Qingyun Pavilion, but the brave ones have already been killed first, and they will not live until now.

This female devil named Swallow seems to have a natural viciousness, enjoying the pain and ugliness of people in desperate situations.

This kind of "evil" is deeper.

Jiang Wang held the sword and felt the strong killing intent born in his heart.

These people don't deserve to be called people, they have no bottom line at all, and they are more demonic than demons.

But reason firmly suppressed his impulses.

Even if his current strength reaches a new peak, if he has to face these four human demons, there is still only one result.

Whether it's all evil, cutting meat, or this swallow, he is not sure.

In the sea of Wufu, the cyan clouds under the Genting Immortal Palace gradually gathered......

Fate is always cruel. Or rather, there are always people who are creating a cruel fate.

The corpses of the monks belonging to the two veins of Feng and Chi were finally all lost in the ding, and they were boiled silently. The so-called balanced blood still has no trace of forming.

It means...... The hopes of the monks of the two veins of the sealed pond alive were disappointed.

It's time to cook the living.

Yanzi looked at them coldly, she had already made a statement in advance, and everyone should have reached a consensus.

She emphasized to everyone with a cold gaze - don't challenge the convention.

Fear spread in the hearts of all the cultivators of the two veins of the sealed pool, but none of them stood up to resist.

If you resist, you will definitely die, but if you don't resist, it seems that it is possible to live.

There are no "fools", "smart people" make "smart" choices.

So Zheng Fei stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

A female monk raised her arm sharply, as if instinctively trying to fight back, but before she could make a second move, she grabbed her arm and threw her directly into the big ding.

No screams, no wailing.

The living who fell into the tripod were silent.

It's just that the blood-colored flames under the ding seem to be more vivid.

Zheng Fei tilted his head: "The hexagram master said that today is a good opportunity, the clouds are hidden in the moon, and the fairy palace is lost." And so it looks! There's really nothing strange stopping us. ”

"Hey, hey, hey. Li Shou laughed: "He is the most bizarre, so after he finishes the calculation, there is no bizarre!"

Zheng Fei laughed, and he didn't know what he was laughing at.

Whether it's about Qingyun Pavilion or about that "hexagram master", this doesn't seem to be funny at all.

In the many past crises of extermination, Qingyun Pavilion has always been able to survive for various reasons. Those who have a heart then discover that its inheritance is protected by a mysterious power.

And the mysterious "hexagram master" has made a fortune, and it is determined that the power related to Genting Immortal Palace has dissipated today. It turned out to be unbiased, and it was.

The two of them always have their own joys.

Yanzi gently stroked Liang Jiu's face, his movements were gentle, and his words were sad: "Qingyun Pavilion is destined to die today, my poor Xiao Jiu has a deep hatred of blood, and there may be no way to love me properly." ”

"No, it won't. Liang Jiu swallowed nervously and hurriedly denied it.

"I have never been treated fairly in Qingyun Pavilion, and as a disciple with a different surname, I have been discriminated against, and I hate it here!" he said.

"Hey!" Yanzi suddenly thought of something, and said briskly: "Who used to discriminate against you, you find out now, my sister will help you get angry, okay?

"This, I ......" Liang Jiu was stunned.

"Silly boy. The swallow rubbed his head and laughed again.

Li Shou looked at Zheng Fei on the one hand, and at Yanzi and Liang Jiu on the other, as if he was struggling with which side was more exciting.

And Zheng Fei took a big step and grabbed the next person, which was still very easy.

Arrest people and cast their heads.

The fire is blazing, and there is no meaty aroma.

Asgard Lost Secret...... Qingyun Pavilion is destined to die today......

Combine these claims.

Jiang Wang had to wonder if it was because he took the lost building that made the mysterious power that Qingyun Pavilion could continue to fail? Otherwise, everything would not be such a coincidence. What is that power?

What kind of "hexagram master" is he counting that he is going to take away Qingyun Pavilion today?

The clues in the dark, the mysterious fate, were completely unfamiliar to him, unable to perceive and touch.

He could only watch silently, suffer silently, and wait.

Qingyun Pavilion returned to the Genting Immortal Palace and brought him an immortal art.

The people of Asgard may be conceited that immortal art is a technique that is out of the times and superior to all directions, and they do preach it.

For example, this immortal art begins with a statement - "Cover the eternal world, the secret of the fairy palace." ”

But in Jiang Wang's view, the immortal system is still in the general framework of the Taoist system. Of course, after all, the Nine Great Immortal Palaces had used to suppress the first generation, and the power of immortal arts was generally stronger than most Dao arts.

Unlike Taoism, most of them are issued with the seal and become a source of vitality. There is an important premise for the performance of immortal arts, and it requires "jutsu introduction".

"Intermediate" is also between the two. "Surgery" is the bridge between art and people.

At this moment, the cyan clouds under the Genting Immortal Palace are the "Shujie" that Jiang Wang has learned from the immortal arts. It was brought to him by the Qingyun Pavilion after returning to the throne.

In other words, the original meaning of the building of Qingyun Pavilion is to provide a "technique introduction" for this immortal art.

Just like the Spirit Sky Hall absorbing vitality in an unknown place, a certain location connected by Qingyun Pavilion is also unknown to Jiang Wang now, let alone snooping.

He can only wait, waiting for the "Shujie" to take shape, waiting for the "Shujie" to support the immortal arts.

That may or may not create an opportunity.

Everything is unknown.

He saw that the many monks of Qingyun Pavilion were divided into two groups, one group lined up like cattle waiting to be slaughtered, and the other group "supervised" his fellow disciples and supervised their death as cattle.

In the past, they loved each other, but they only killed each other in a desperate situation.

Ugly, sinister, miserable.

He saw Feng Ming, whose hands and feet were restrained, trembling on the ground.

This rich and noble son, who used to talk about it, lost his father overnight and ruined the sect. From lacking nothing, to having nothing. He himself became a lamb to the slaughter.

Jiang Wang didn't want to think about it.

But the voice still seemed to ring in my ears—

"Songhai, take me and run away!"

Under the Genting Immortal Palace, the cyan clouds gathered more and more.

Jiang Wang remembers that he has lived here for more than half a month. Although it was for another purpose, most of the people here accepted him unknowingly.

Qingyun Pavilion may have never held back to him, but it did accommodate him for a short time.

Here, there are people who compete with him, and there are people who have a good conversation with him. Some people curry favor with him, some people make him stumbling blocks, some people buy him, some people discuss swordsmanship with him, and some people want to take him as a righteous son......

The monks of Qingyun Pavilion, like most people in this world, are not a few who are so bad that they shed pus, and there are not a few who are pure and good.

They have good and bad moments, good moments and moments dominated by evil thoughts. They have also fought for power and profit, and they have really loved each other.

They...... Not to die.

Qingyun Pavilion has not done anything wrong that deserves to be destroyed.

If good and evil are not rewarded, there will be selfishness.

Jiang Wang was dressed in a hidden robe, motionless and latent in the shadows, feeling the formation of the "Shusuke".

He can be silent, he can continue to be silent.

These demons haven't discovered him now, and it will be difficult to find him in the future.

As long as he is silent.

He could have waited for these demons to leave, and then left safely.

He also has many reasons why he needs to be "safe".

He still has a big revenge to avenge, there are still brothers and friends waiting for him, and there is a lovely Jiang Anan to take care of......

He could find 10,000 reasons.

But no.