There was nothing Wen Wushang could do to stop it. Even if he wanted to stop it, he couldn't reach the Thunder Mountain in the northeast in time from Daling Mountain.
Song Pingcun and a group of tutors from Xiuzhentang Academy took the upgraded version of the Invisibility Pill and stood in the void. With their eyesight, they still couldn't see through what the mountain under the thunder clouds of Thunder Mountain looked like, let alone what it looked like. Inside.
This is close to eight thousand people. Although they asked for this result, the current scene does look miserable. Mingshan only learned about Song Pingcun's idea on the ship. In his opinion, these students and students who had benefited but became white-eyed wolves were not worthy of sympathy, but he was also calmed by Song Pingcun's bold idea.
Even the mentors were shocked and horrified when Song Pingcun appeared in front of the square and started discussing with them. For some of these people, who may be the younger generation, the family affection has been multiplied many times over, and these thoughts have long been lost. However, it is a bold idea to use 8,000 people, all teenagers and young adults, to play this move.
Once they fail, the guilt is so great that they think they cannot bear it. In the thousands of years of cultivation, it is not that they have never done anything like murder. The number of sect wars has indeed decreased a lot in the past hundred years, but it was not the case in their era, and there were more bloody scenes. But with eight thousand people playing a chess game, these old monsters who should have been buried felt that the person standing in front of them was a real monster.
"Song...Sect Leader Song, can you bear this sin?" Wu Haifeng asked tremblingly.
"Compared to billions of people, eight thousand is just a number. Why can't we afford it?" Song Pingcun said calmly. "Besides, these eight thousand people may not necessarily die."
"What if we object?" Hu Yanxun, another spiritual powerhouse from the Western Continent, asked. He is also the only spiritual powerhouse still staying in Xiuzhentang Academy. The others have returned to Xisheng College in the western continent.
"You are all dead cultivators." Song Pingcun's answer left him speechless.
"Then what's the point of discussing it with us?" Hu Yanshou Mo replied angrily.
"Because you want to live, and you may even ascend to the divine world or the immortal world, and enjoy it for a longer time. Therefore, no matter what I do, the major sects may object, but you should support it, because Our purpose is the simplest and most unified." Song Pingcun's words silenced everyone. Why did they come to Xiuzhentang Academy in the first place? Isn't it just to live longer, even to ascend to the divine realm, to live longer?
"Then what do you want us to do?" Wu Haifeng asked again.
"I don't know now, but two fists can't beat four hands. There will always be a time when you are needed. But I know that one day, maybe this time will not be too far away. But before that, I guarantee you the Spirit-Removing Pill It's enough to restore you to before spiritual transformation." Song Pingcun made the most convincing point.
Song Pingcun did what he said, and gave each person a bottle of spirit-removing pill. Of course, Luo Jinhua, who had not yet transformed into a spirit, didn't have it, so he couldn't use it.
The old monsters looked at each other, and they all saw determination in each other's eyes, and they all nodded silently.
Seeing that this group of spiritual powerhouses no longer had objections, Song Pingcun told these people about Song Er's invasion of the Abandoned Land, except that the ancestor of the same name asked his subordinates to seal it.
He didn't want to hide anything, otherwise these old monsters wouldn't believe it, but he couldn't use a clone of himself in every forbidden area. He had already lost Song Er, and it was impossible to create another clone in the short term. It is impossible not to talk about responsibility but to avoid talking about contribution.
After hearing Song Pingcun's story about the loss of a clone of Song Er in the abandoned land, these old monsters really stopped saying anything. You can't let Song Pingcun bear the consequences of every forbidden place, not to mention that breaking into these eighteen forbidden places is not allowed. They go for it.
Dozens of people looked at each other, and no one had any doubts. No matter what, agree to the matter first before talking about anything else. At least now it seems that Song Pingcun is not a fool, let alone a lunatic. He must have a purpose for making such a big bet. What exactly does he want to do? They really want to know.
With the support of these dozens of people, Song Pingcun appeared in the college square and first spoke earnestly, and then said those words domineeringly and coldly.
In fact, Song Pingcun still couldn't guarantee the outcome of his huge gamble.
If you don’t understand all the forbidden areas on Blue Star, where do you start talking about ascension? If these eighteen forbidden areas are figured out and there is still no result, then it is really fate.
Combining Song Pingzi's experience with the comparison inside Luo Tuowei's body after returning, it is almost certain that Thunder Mountain must be a living thing, not a mountain. These eight thousand people are his touchstone. He wants to try what this Thunder Mountain is.
Eight thousand students and disciples were standing in the open space a hundred miles away from Thunder Mountain. In a densely packed area, many smart people had heard from Mingshan that there were elders of their families or sects in the sky above, and they began to kneel down. The one who begged with tears and runny nose was very pitiful.
Someone from the sect who couldn't bear it finally stood up and said, "Principal Ming, we respect you, but even if these juniors are timid, they will not die, right?"
"I didn't say let them die. Life or death is their own choice. It's just that this choice is entirely theirs, not yours to rescue. If you still don't understand, don't blame me for turning against others." Mingshan still expressed his tough stance.
"Elder"
"grandfather"
"Elder"
Among the eight thousand people, similar voices kept coming out, but still no one came to help.
Among them, there were students who had come with Song Pingzi and his entourage. They were just joining in the fun but were deprived of their cultivation. They were cruel. Now that things have come to this, there is nothing more to say. They were put outside Thunder Mountain again. They were also the only five explorations. The forbidden area brings out the forbidden area of specific information, so the only way is to take a gamble.
Without their cultivation, they became more fearless. They still had twenty miles to reach the dangerous place. Without their cultivation, it would take more than half an hour, but they ran like crazy. Others who didn't know what was going on were just headless flies. They didn't know what to do. When they saw someone starting to run, they started running after them.
Eight thousand people rushed towards Thunder Mountain.
"Mumu, Huahua, it's your turn to take action." Song Pingcun ordered to the wood spirits and flower spirits beside him. Then he fully opened his consciousness and paid attention to all directions around Thunder Mountain, and his heart calmed down.
The instructors behind him also watched nervously. The moment the thunder clouds gathered, most of them disappeared inexplicably in an instant.
In less than half an hour, the first group of advancers had arrived eighty miles away from the entrance. Without stopping, they rushed in as if they were ready to die. The thunder and lightning at the beginning were weak, but now they are all People without cultivation were constantly being knocked down, and those who were flying after them could no longer control their bodies. Because there were a large number of people behind them, they had no choice but to be squeezed into the thunder and lightning area.
At this time, wailing really broke out, and the strong men from various families and sects who followed in the air closed their eyes. The scene was really miserable.
Although the air was filled with the smell of burnt meat, the strange thing was that the dense thunderclouds did not cause anyone to be killed by lightning. Except for the first one or two hundred people, there were thousands of people who came one after another and who had no idea why. Still moving towards the wind direction at the entrance to Thunder Mountain.
Song Pingcun couldn't afford to offend him, and Mingshan's righteousness prevented them from taking action. The only thing they could vent their anger on at this moment was of course the thunderclouds that kept appearing outside the Thunder Mountain in front of them. There was no time to imagine or worry about anything. In the eyes of these people, it was only because of the large number of people and the lack of thunder that there were no dead people. However, as the power of thunder and lightning became more and more fierce as it went deeper, the death of people was inevitable.
The crackling lightning encountered an obstacle that had never appeared before. Countless strong men bombarded the newly formed thunder clouds in the sky, preventing the thunder and lightning from falling. Slowly, more and more people took action, and the thunder clouds were really shocked. The number of clouds decreased sharply. Even if the number of thunderclouds increased as we got closer, most of the thunderclouds would still be blown away before they had time to exert their power. It condensed again and was blown away again.
Mu Ling withstood the aftermath of the first wave of attacks and was shattered by the effect of the invisibility pill. Fortunately, the main body was not afraid of the attack. He ducked back to Song Pingcun and revealed a child-like figure, "Young Master, you are fortunate to have lived up to your fate."
"Let's rest for a while. We haven't entered the entrance of Thunder Mountain yet." Song Pingcun nodded, his spiritual mind still patrolling around.
No matter how fast the wood spirit dodges, a trace of it will still be discovered by someone who is interested. If a child's figure appears in the void, it is naturally more inevitable to be seen.
As long as anyone has been to Songji Town, it is impossible not to remember this little black fat man.
At this time, Ming Yan had already understood, and the firepower of attacking the gathered thunder clouds surged again.
Although Song Pingcun didn't know that the changes in the forbidden area were caused by Wen Wushang, it had to be said that it was a bit of a gamble to bind the major sects and families in this way, but whether it would succeed or not would depend on the final result.
