Without waiting for the orders of the Heavenly Commander and Master Benkong, the few of them carried wooden barrels and poured them on the four tents. In the misty drizzle www.biquge.info the smell of pine oil spread to the surroundings. Even on rainy days, pine oil can burn when soaked in water.

The crowd around me retreated, I was a little anxious, and before those people finished spilling the pine oil in the barrel, I rushed to the front of the master of the sky, hugged his fists and said, "Senior......"

Master Benkong looked at me and said in a deep voice: "Gu Shaoxia, it is really a woman's benevolence to be interrupted, do you want Lao Wei to watch more fish-headed monsters appear? Then what is the safety of the remaining nearly 10,000 disciples of my Seven Great Sects? Have you ever thought about it!"

I was speechless by what he said. Turning his head, the Wudang Sect disciples had already spilled all the pine oil in the wooden barrel onto the tent.

Master Benkong's tone softened, and he said, "You are still young, and you will know how to make trade-offs in the future. ”

Once the Gu poison on those four hundred people starts up, it will definitely give birth to more fish-headed monsters, and I have thought about the consequences. But this is really against morality, Master Benkong, as a senior monk of Shaolin Temple, should be to purify all sentient beings and save people from suffering, he knows this truth better than me, and now he wants to burn these 400 poisoned disciples. For the sake of the safety of the rest, don't you have to worry about the lives of these 400?

I stood there a little at a loss, and at this moment, a disciple of the Wudang Sect ran over with a torch in his hand, hugged Master Benkong and Tianyi with a long fist, and said, "Master, all the pine oil has been sprinkled on the canvas. ”

Tianyi nodded and said, "Ignition of fire." ”

I was shocked to see that the disciple had run towards a tent with a torch in hand. Outside the four tents, the Wudang Sect disciples who carried the wooden barrels first also had torches in their hands.

Seeing that those people were about to throw the torches on the tent, I was about to say something more, but I heard Master Benkong suddenly say in a loud voice: "The colleagues of the martial arts righteous path take the elimination of demons as their own responsibility, and I am a great hero who is a great man of the seven major sects who is martyred with his body!

As he spoke, he folded his hands and bowed slightly, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he uttered a thin murmur. Although the whispers are soft, they clearly reach the ears of each of us, as if we are singing in Sanskrit, and as if we are whispering. A group of Shaolin Temple disciples behind him also folded their hands one after another, and slowly chanted with Master Benkong, and for a while, the Sanskrit chanting was buzzing, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

The Wudang Sect disciples in front of the tent threw the torches in their hands onto the tent as if they had received an order, and in an instant, they heard a "whoosh", and the four tents were covered by fire.

The tents were already doused with pine oil, and the four tents were connected together and occupied a large area, and as soon as the flames came up, they shone brightly, and while the wind was blowing, a hot wave of heat rushed towards us. We all involuntarily retreated, the fire burned very strongly, and the wind was even stronger. The four tents were burning inside and out, like fire caves in hell, and all the faces were red.

In just a few moments, the four tents collapsed, and the injured disciples who were still moaning softly in the tents were immediately engulfed in flames. They were poisoned and had difficulty moving, perhaps they had heard the words of Master Benkong, and they were ready to be burned by the fire, but at this time they were still crazy, shouting desperately in the tent.

Their voices are thick and creepy to listen to. In the flames, there were many people struggling to climb out of the fire, but they were entangled in flames, and where could they still climb out. After climbing a few steps, he collapsed on the ground and did not move.

The corners of my eyes were sour, tears were already rolling in my eyes, and some cries could be heard from the crowd around me. turned his head to look, but saw that Tianyi Chang and Guan Shuhui and the heads of these sects all showed grief on their faces, and Cheng Fuhai and Ba Zhongyuan couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and turned their heads sideways.

Judging from our current situation, they can't help it, right?

The fire was monstrous, like a roaring fire dragon looking up to the sky, illuminating the night sky in dusk, and the drizzle in the sky like beads was connected into a line, and when it fell, it was shining brightly.

Master Benkong and his disciples of the Shaolin Temple were still chanting, and the complex and difficult Sanskrit sound drowned out the sound of the fire, swinging in the air. The screams in the fire gradually faded, and the struggling figures slowly stopped, lying in the fire and never moving again.

In midair, thick smoke billowed and a choking stench spread.

I stood still, staring at the fire in a daze, unable to say a word for a long time, and my mind kept wandering back to Master Benkong's sentence "The Way of Choice".

As for the grievances between the two realms of righteousness and demons, I have already measured it in my heart, and if I think about it from one side, no one can say whether it is right or wrong. The Seven Great Sects have always been cold to the Immortal Hall, and in the past few days, I have deeply realized that Master Benkong and Tianyi are powerful people, leading all the major sects to fight against the Immortal Hall, and several times the Immortal Hall cannot turn over, and it all depends on their leadership. It is indeed a blessing for the martial arts righteous path to have the master of the heavenly sky and the growth of the sky, and they are supported as pillars. But such a careless disregard for human life, if it were me, it would never be possible.

Is it really right to exchange the lives of these 400 people for the safety of thousands? But if we don't do this, countless fish-headed monsters will be reborn from these hundreds of people, how can we stop them?

In just two days, 400 people have already been injured. Now that we are trapped here, the number of those fish-headed monsters is beyond count, and if they attack again, there will definitely be injured and poisoned disciples in the future. Could it be that at that time, we will also burn the poisoned disciples to death as we do now? I was dazed for a while, and my heart unconsciously began to resent, resentful of the person who raised these fish-headed monsters.

Master Benkong had stopped chanting, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and his fingertips were pressing down on the red beads. At this time, a disciple of the Wudang Sect squeezed through the crowd and hurriedly ran over, and said with a pale face: "Uncle Shi, there are several monsters crawling out of the ground. ”

Master Benkong's hand stopped, and he shouted, "Where is it?"

The man said: "To the south, in the meadow more than 20 zhang from the waterhole. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a commotion in the crowd, and many people began to shout and curse, shouting that they were going to fight those fish-headed monsters. Guan Shuhui was already furious, and scolded fiercely: "Bastard! It's just right, this time Guan Mou will definitely leave these beasts and never return!"

Master Benkong snorted coldly and said, "Yes, it's just right." Lead the way!"

The man answered, and turned and ran in the direction of the waterhole to the south. Master Benkong and Tianyi greeted the surroundings, and a group of people followed like a tide.

In any case, the culprit of all this is the fish-headed monster, and the most important thing at the moment is to eradicate them first.

I thought about it, but I stepped along. When he turned his head, he saw that forty or fifty people from the Xuantie Gate were still standing next to the fire. The bleak face of the Central Plains was looking at the fire silently, and on both sides of him, Ma Qianli, Cai Yueru and others were standing silently.

The bright yellow light of the fire reflected on them, stretching their shadows very long.

Looking at the figure of the Central Plains, I was even more at a loss.