So continue.
Continue the horror, continue the pain.
Zheng Fei never cared about these things. He only cared about "fun" and "happiness".
But the old man asked Yanzi to help, so he had no choice but to let Yanzi help.
Because there is no way to be happy when you are dead.
He strode around the open space, picking up corpses one by one and throwing them into the cauldron easily.
He was casual and natural, as if he was cooking and adding a few pieces of pork to the pot.
Simply throwing bodies away is boring.
So he started throwing it to the left, throwing it to the right, spinning it, throwing it high... all kinds of tricks, of course, it would all fall into the cauldron in the end.
The cauldron... is never full.
Bloody flames burned blazingly, and a suffocating smell filled the air. It might be burnt, fishy, or some other pungent smell, mixed together sinisterly.
But if you smell it carefully, the smell is not there. It seems to exist only in fantasy and fear.
The monks in the two channels of Fengchi looked at the cauldron with fear and prayer, hoping that the "blood of balance" would be refined immediately. To pull them out of the abyss of despair.
Even if they are cooking for their classmates, blood relatives, or friends... in any case, hurry up!
Let this nightmare moment pass soon!
Li Shou didn't speak, and Fang Heling was also silent.
On such a night, it was suddenly too quiet.
Swallows don't like this kind of silence.
So she suddenly turned her head and looked at the other monks outside Qingyunting Fengchi.
"You are safe and you are happy! But happiness is not something that falls from the sky. It requires dedication and maintenance."
She said: "Now I give you a task, help me watch the monks in the two channels of Fengchi, don't let them escape. As long as one of them escapes, two of you will die. It's fair, right?"
She clapped her hands crisply: "That's it!"
The number of monks with other surnames present was about four times that of the two monks in Fengchi. They were scattered around, throwing away their weapons and throwing away their Taoist skills. They neither dared to resist nor escape. I just waited for this group of demons to achieve their goals and let them leave.
They felt sympathy, sadness, and happiness in their hearts. Sympathy for their fellow brothers and sisters who have to suffer this fate. Fortunately, they don't need to do this.
But as soon as Yanzi said this, the atmosphere suddenly changed.
They went from being "outsiders" for a short period of time to being brought back into the game.
There was no discussion or communication, but there was a silent understanding. They dispersed naturally and silently surrounded the Fengchi two-line monks in the open space.
Many beasts will eat their own companions due to their instinctive desire to survive.
It is not that there are no brave monks among the monks in Qingyunting, but the brave ones have been killed first and will not survive now.
This female devil named Yanzi seems to have a kind of innate viciousness and enjoys 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 in his heart.
These people are not worthy of being called human beings. They have absolutely no human bottom line and are more demonic than demons.
But reason firmly suppressed his impulse.
Even if his current strength has reached a new peak, facing these four demons will still only result in death.
Whether it was the evil, the flesh-cutting, or this swallow, he was not sure.
In the Wufu Sea, the green clouds under the Yunding Immortal Palace are gradually gathering...
Fate is always cruel. In other words, there is always someone creating a cruel fate.
The corpses of the monks belonging to Feng and Chi finally fell into the cauldron and were boiled silently. The so-called Blood of Balance still has no trace of its formation.
It means... that the hopes of the living monks from Fengchi and Fengchi have been frustrated.
Going to cook people alive.
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 her cold gaze - do not challenge the agreement.
Fear spread in the hearts of all Fengchi two-line monks, but no one stood up to resist.
If you resist, you will definitely die, but if you don't resist, it seems possible to survive.
There are no "fools", "smart people" make "smart" choices.
So Zheng Fei reached out and grabbed it.
A female monk suddenly raised her arm, as if she wanted to fight back instinctively, but before she could make a second move, she was grabbed by the arm and thrown directly into the cauldron.
No screams, no wails.
The living people who fell into the cauldron were silent.
It's just that the bloody flames under the cauldron seemed a little brighter.
Zheng Fei tilted his head: "The divination master said that today is a good opportunity, the clouds are hiding the moon, and the fairy palace is lost. This is indeed the case! There is really nothing weird to stop us."
"Hehehe." Li Shou followed with a smile: "He is the weirdest, so after he finished the calculation, there is nothing weird!"
Zheng Fei burst out laughing, not knowing what he was laughing at.
Whether it's about Qingyunting or the "Divination Master", these words don't seem funny at all.
In the many crises of sect annihilation in the past, Qingyunting has always been able to survive for various reasons. Interested people then discovered that its inheritance was protected by a mysterious power.
And the mysterious "divination master" dropped the hexagram, predicting that the power related to Yunding Immortal Palace has dissipated today. The result was no deviation, as expected.
The two of them always have their own happiness.
Yan Zi gently stroked Liang Jiu's face with gentle movements and sad words: "Qingyunting is destined to die today. My poor Xiao Jiu has a blood feud and may not be able to love me properly."
"No." Liang Jiu swallowed nervously and quickly denied.
"I have never been treated fairly in Qingyunting. As a disciple with a different surname, I have suffered discrimination. I hate it here very much!" he said.
"Hey!" Yan Zi suddenly thought of something and said briskly: "Who has discriminated against you in the past? If you find it now, sister will help you vent your anger, okay? Just cook him first!"
"This, I..." Liang Jiu was stunned.
"Silly boy." Yanzi rubbed his head and laughed again.
Li Shou looked at Zheng Fei, then at Yan Zi and Liang Jiu, as if he was wondering which one was more exciting.
But Zheng Fei took a big step and grabbed the next person. It was still very easy.
Capture people and throw them into the cauldron.
The cauldron was blazing with fire, but there was no smell of meat.
The secret of the Immortal Palace is lost... Qingyunting is destined to die today...
Combine these statements.
Jiang Wang had to think, was it because he had taken away the lost building that the mysterious power that Qingyunting could continue to be ineffective? Otherwise everything wouldn't be such a coincidence. What is that kind of power?
Did that "Gua Master" expect that he would take away Qingyunting today?
The clues in the dark and the mysterious destiny are completely unfamiliar areas to him, which he cannot perceive or touch.
He could only watch silently, suffer silently, and wait.
Qingyunting returned to Yunding Immortal Palace and brought him an immortal technique.
People in the Immortal Palace may be arrogant that immortal magic is a technique that transcends the times and is superior to all other arts, and they indeed promote it like this.
For example, the opening line of this immortal art says - "It is a secret passed down from the Immortal Palace for generations to come."
But in Jiang Wang's view, the immortal arts system is still within the larger framework of the Taoist arts system. Of course, after all, the Nine Immortal Palaces have relied on them to dominate the world, and the power of immortal magic is generally stronger than most Taoist magic.
Unlike Taoism, which mostly comes with seals and draws in vitality. There is an important prerequisite for the performance of immortal magic, which requires "skill introduction".
"Medium" means between the two. "Shu Jie" is the bridge between skills and people.
At this moment, the green clouds that are dense under the Yunding Immortal Palace are the "technical introduction" of the immortal arts that Jiang Wang has learned. It was brought to him by Qingyunting after returning to his throne.
In other words, the original meaning of the Qingyunting building is to provide a "technical introduction" to this immortal art.
Just like Lingkong Temple absorbs vitality in unknown places, a certain location connected to Qingyunting is also unknown to Jiang Wang now, let alone prying into it.
He can only wait, waiting for the "shusuke" to take shape, and waiting for the "shusuke" to be enough to support the immortal arts.
That might create an opportunity, or it might not.
Everything is unknown.
He saw that many monks in Qingyunting were divided into two groups. One group was lining up like animals waiting to be slaughtered, while the other group was "supervising" their fellow disciples and supervising them to die as animals.
In the past, we might have loved each other, but in desperate situations we only saw each other killing each other.
Ugly, menacing, miserable.
He saw Feng Ming, whose hands and feet were restrained, shaking on the ground.
This rich and wealthy young man who used to boast and talk suddenly lost his father overnight and destroyed his sect. From lacking nothing, to having nothing. He himself has become a lamb to be slaughtered.
Jiang Wang didn't want to think about it.
But the voice still seems to ring in my ears——
"Songhai, take me to escape with you!"
Under the Yunding Immortal Palace, more and more cyan clouds are gathering.
Jiang Wang remembered that he had lived here for more than half a month. Although he had an ulterior motive, most people here accepted him without knowing it.
Qingyunting may have never had any reservations about him, but it did accommodate him for a short time.
Here, some people compete with him, and some people have a pleasant conversation with him. Some people please him, some people make things difficult for him, some people bribe him, some people discuss swordsmanship with him, and some people want to adopt him as their adopted son...
The monks in Qingyunting, like most people in the world, are not so bad that they ooze pus, and there are not many who are pure and good.
They have good and bad moments, there are moments when they are kind and there are moments when they are dominated by evil thoughts. They also fought for power, and they really loved each other.
They...should not die.
Qingyunting has never done anything wrong that deserves to be exterminated.
If there is no reward for good and evil, there will be selfishness in everything.
Jiang Wang was wearing a veil and lurking motionless in the darkness, feeling the "shujie" taking shape.
He can be silent, he can continue to be silent.
These demons have not discovered him now, and it will be difficult to find him in the future.
As long as he is silent.
He could completely wait for these demons to leave before leaving safely.
He also has many reasons why he needs to be "safe".
He still has a great revenge yet to be avenged, he still has brothers and friends waiting for him, and there is also the lovely Jiang Anan who needs to be taken care of...
He could find ten thousand reasons.
But no.
