The paste was snatched up in an instant, and it wasn't long before the door opened again, and a group of soldiers drove out all the living people in the pen and took them elsewhere.

Xinchen felt more and more familiar as he walked through the team, and it didn't take long for the soldiers leading the team to stop, and it turned out that the front was the original majestic imperial palace of the imperial capital. At this time, the imperial palace can no longer be called a palace to be exact, the top of the palace and the surrounding walls have been demolished, only eighteen carved dragon golden pillars are left to stand on their own, and there is a faint touch of blood on the carved dragon!

Xinchen was thinking about it, and suddenly heard the leading soldier say loudly: "You have picked up a big bargain today, you only need to tear down these eighteen pillars before dark, and you will have dinner, so hurry up and do it." Then he saw the crowd rushing up to the great pillars. Xinchen walked a little slowly, and faintly heard the leading soldier bow his head and whisper to the person next to him: "Plus this batch of substitute ghosts, it should be almost enough, and when the immortals get out of trouble, they can enjoy something casually, and it is enough for our brothers to be happy for a while." ”

The leading soldier suddenly looked up and saw Xinchen grinding, and shouted: "Don't hurry up, I want to die." Xinchen hurriedly quickened his pace, and the soldier smiled gloomily, and lowered his head and began to chat. Xinchen knew that these eighteen giant pillars were part of the Soul Devouring Array, but the last time he investigated, he learned that as long as he didn't use his spiritual power, it should be fine, so he also wanted to use this opportunity to dismantle them to prevent future troubles.

The crowd first tried to put a rope on the top of the giant pillar, trying to pull it down together, but no matter how hard they tried, the pillar remained unmoved. In desperation, they could only use a pickaxe to dig the ground at the root of the pillar, but the ground was stronger than steel, and it took an afternoon to dig a shallow pit, and everyone was so tired that they were paralyzed on the ground.

The twilight is approaching, and the remnant sun is like blood, and the ground is also bloody. Suddenly, Xinchen found that it was not the sunset that stained the ground with blood, but the root of the giant pillar was bubbling with blood, and the entire floor of the hall had been soaked in blood!

"Run!" Xinchen shouted to the people lying on the ground, but it was too late. As twilight fell, Long Qing on the giant pillar glowed again, and the blood on the ground turned a faint purple and slowly burned!

"Ahh After Xinchen found that he was not afraid of the fire, he hurriedly ran to the others, trying to save them, but found that he was the only living person left in the entire hall.

The fire came and went faster, and in a short time it was suddenly extinguished, and the little pit that had taken everyone an afternoon to dig had quietly returned to its original appearance, except for the corpses lying all over the place, no different from when it had arrived at noon. Xinchen blamed himself for a while, if he didn't blindly believe that the formation needed spiritual power to trigger, maybe the result would be different. But so what, if you have lived this day, what will you do tomorrow?

Xinchen recalled what the soldier had said when he first came in the afternoon, and he didn't know what kind of trick the Immortal Emperor used to tempt those two, and this remnant imperial palace had already become a Shura field for his living sacrifice! Xinchen originally wanted to collect the corpses for those dead souls, but after thinking about it, if the soldier came tomorrow and found that the corpses had been collected, he would definitely be suspicious, afraid that he would startle the snake, so he turned around and left, thinking that he would find Chen Zhi first and then make plans.

The dark night covered up all the evil and swelling, but it couldn't hide the unique aroma of the mandala, which originally belonged only to Li Miao. Xinchen followed the smell all the way, and finally found the down-and-out Chen Zhi in a corner. At this time, Chen Zhi no longer had the awe-inspiring solemnity of his generous speech in the Xijing Imperial Palace, and he was curled up helplessly on the street corner, and the thin donkey had long since disappeared. Xinchen stepped forward and asked, "Old Chen, are you okay?"

Chen Zhi raised his head a little sneeringly, but the first sentence he said made Xinchen, whose nerves had been tense, almost laugh, and he only said three words: "The donkey is gone." ”

Xinchen patted Chen Zhi's shoulder a little helplessly, and comforted: "It's okay, you're fine." ”

Chen Zhiying had not yet recovered from his fright, and began to babble like an old woman: "They snatched the donkey, killed it on the street, and then, and then tore it alive and ate it..." What kind of world is this, people can be raised in captivity like animals, they can be sacrificed like sacrifices, they can eat flesh and blood like wild beasts, but they can't live like a normal person!

Xinchen looked up at the still dark night, wondering if he, the so-called shepherd, should do something, but what could he do?!