"What are they going to do!"
Everyone in Fang Ding realized that something bad was going on. The fear of impending disaster made the crowd panic, and screams and curses broke out one after another.
Pei Jian woke up from her grief and stared at the approaching cauldron cover in horror, anger rising in her eyes.
"Ah——" He looked up to the sky and roared, his voice was sad, angry and helpless.
Because, no matter whether they are shouting filial piety or trying every means to leap upward, these prisoners with their feet bound cannot climb over the seventy-eighty-foot-high barrier at all.
Besides, even if you had the ability to fly up, under the attention of the powerful beings such as Huashen and Nascent Soul, would you still be able to escape?
No, among the nearly 400 disciples in the weapon refining workshop, there were a few who secretly hid the flying swords. They broke free from the pull and obstruction of their fellow disciples, and amidst their curses, they rode the flying swords swayingly. Akira flew upwards.
As a result, he jumped less than ten feet high and seemed to hit an invisible screen. His flying sword lost control and he rolled and fell to the ground.
"We are apprentices in the weapon refining workshop! We are not prisoners, let us out quickly!" The disciples shouted.
There was no response, and the tripod lid was still falling slowly but firmly.
"We were fooled!" Someone finally woke up.
"Liar! You said three thousand spiritual stones a month. It turns out that they didn't intend to give it to us at all. They were all lying to us! I'm so stupid. I actually believed the monster's lies. I deserve it, haha!"
Some people looked crazy, smiling foolishly, but what they shouted out were the innermost thoughts of each apprentice.
Yes, there is never any good thing in this world. Even if it is a pie that you have to work hard to get, you must clearly see who is handing out the pie.
"Old ghost Zikui, you lied to us, you will die a good death!" One of the apprentices shouted the demon master's name and cursed loudly.
However, the effort was in vain.
Just when the lid of the tripod was about to close, a voice suddenly came from above:
"Only one of you can survive. Whoever stays at the end will survive."
"Boom", the lid of the cauldron finally fell, covering the giant cauldron tightly, without a trace of light coming out. The sound suddenly became distant and distant, as if it came from another world...
…
Despair instantly enveloped the hearts of countless people.
Cries, curses, wild laughter, cries of grief, all mixed together, as if the world is coming to an end.
The dark night also gives some people the courage to do evil, and the selfishness and viciousness of human nature are revealed at this moment.
"Ah!" A woman's shrill scream suddenly came from the din.
"Senior Sister Qin, what's wrong with you? Who, who killed Senior Sister Qin? Ah——"
Before he finished speaking, the man also screamed, and it was obvious that he had also been poisoned.
Several firelights shot out, illuminating the source of the sound with brightness and darkness.
A man and a woman fell to the ground huddled together, with blood dripping from their clothes. The man's body was still twitching, and he looked around angrily and helplessly.
The monks next to him looked nervous and couldn't tell who the murderer was.
"Who did this?" someone asked sharply.
silence.
"Only one of us can survive, only one of us can survive, hahaha..." Someone suddenly laughed crazily.
Everyone's expressions changed.
Not only did the demon clan imprison them together, they also used this place as a battlefield for raising voodoos, asking them to kill each other!
What a poisonous thought!
Some people immediately looked around nervously, moved quietly, and distanced themselves from the people around them.
However, if tens of thousands of monks are crowded into such a small area, how much space can each person occupy?
There were also people with twitching faces and fierce eyes, looking around maliciously.
Among the prisoners, there are many desperate people. Fighting for life and death is a common occurrence for these people.
"Damn it! Just die, I'm going to have a big fight and die happily!" A bearded man couldn't stand the suffocating atmosphere, waving his hands and shouting hysterically.
Of course, the vast majority of people still stood still and did not dare to act hastily.
In a battlefield with tens of thousands of people, only one can survive. Who has the confidence to become the only lucky one?
However, this situation obviously will not last long. In a powder keg, just a spark will trigger a bloody catastrophe!
At this critical moment, someone stepped forward!
"Brothers of the Hongtan Society, don't act rashly, listen to my words!"
…
Dingwai
The eighty-foot-long flying boat has disappeared. There are two people sitting on the two tripod ears, one east and one west.
It was Gu Zheng and Han Rui. The two human Nascent Soul cultivators had peaceful faces, their eyes were slightly lowered, and their hands were constantly playing various spells. Light patterns could be faintly seen around their bodies, floating like ripples into the giant cauldron below.
However, if there is a master who is proficient in the Alchemy Artifact Formation here, he can easily tell that the two methods are actually very different. One is using the Artifact Technique, and is trying his best to stimulate and control the operation of the giant cauldron.
The other is Dan Jue, the refining power of the Heaven and Earth Creation Furnace, which is slowly being activated using the method of alchemy.
Near the giant cauldron, the seven or eight thousand unselected prisoners did not know where they were at this moment. Amidst a large expanse of dense grass, a few patches of barren yellow land were exposed, indicating that someone had once stayed here.
Right below the belly of the cauldron, there are two thin and short old men standing at this moment. One of them is dressed in black and has an older appearance. They are Yaozun Zikui.
The other man was dressed in purple robes and had a pointed, ugly head. A pair of round and small eyes were staring at the top of his head without blinking, with a rather excited expression.
Milky white mist is flowing out from an opening in the center of the bottom of the cauldron. Under the constraints of the formation, it flows towards a stone basin on the ground.
Half a quarter of an hour later, a crystal clear drop of water condensed out.
"It's flowing out so fast, haha, stupid human beings!" The old man in purple robe laughed proudly, then twitched his nose a few times, with a look of ecstasy: "Master, what a powerful life force! This blessing and longevity tripod, as expected, It’s good stuff!”
The Demon Lord looked indifferent: "Zidou, whenever big things happen, be calm. This is the first drop. What I want is a thousand drops!"
"Hehe, Master," the purple-robed man said with a smile: "These ten thousand monks are already in the cauldron. With the two masters Gu Zheng and Han Rui taking action, are you afraid that you won't be able to squeeze out a thousand drops of spiritual liquid?"
The Demon Lord snorted softly and said nothing. As his eyes flashed, there was a hint of excitement.
…
Inside Fangding
The man's passionate voice is echoing:
"Brothers of the Hongtan Society, I am Pei Jian, the helmsman of the Green Ridge Village of Nanqu Demon Country, a disciple of Elder Hongyu!"
Elder Hongyu should have a good reputation in the Hongtan Society. As soon as Pei Jian said these words, there was an immediate response:
"It turns out to be Senior Brother Pei. Hong Guangming, the branch commander of Qiansongzhai of Puting Demon Kingdom, has met Senior Brother Pei."
"Chen Bing'an of Guangyun Village has met Senior Brother Pei."
"Liu Changchang has met Senior Brother Pei."
"...Senior Brother Pei."
Among the ten thousand prisoners, Hong Tan Hui accounted for at least half. The continuous greetings instantly revealed the strength of Hong Tan Hui.
Those who want to take advantage of the troubled waters no longer dare to act rashly.
Pei Jian bowed in all directions and said loudly:
"Brothers, let's leave it to reminiscing about old times later. The most urgent thing we need to do is figure out what the Demon Lord wants to do by locking everyone here?"
"If you want the lives of us people, with Demon Lord's strength, you don't have to go to such trouble!"
"The Demon Lord must have a plan for doing this!"
As he spoke sentence by sentence, all kinds of noises in Fang Ding gradually died down. Everyone's eyes widened, and they fell into thinking while listening:
Yes, why did the Demon Lord do this?
"It has been three thousand years since our mountain domain fell into the hands of the demon Lord Zikui! However, do you all know that before that, the monster Zikui had lived for nearly two thousand years!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly realized. After practicing to build the foundation, there are not many stupid people, how can they still not understand the meaning of these words?
The lifespan of a cultivator who transforms into gods is only five thousand years. In other words, the current Demon Lord is already in decline and his death is not far away!
"This giant cauldron has the miraculous effect of extracting the essence. The Demon Lord trapped us here precisely to absorb everyone's life essence and provide it for him to extend his life! Otherwise, what is the name of the Fushou Cauldron!"
Pei Jian's words directly expressed everyone's speculation.
Some people immediately looked inside themselves, and sure enough they felt something was wrong!
"No! My body feels cold! It's just like that time when I went to the cemetery and was possessed by a ghost. I felt weak and weak, and then I got sick!"
"That's right, I feel a bit chilly in my body too!"
"My strength is losing..."
"I'm a little sleepy..."
Amidst the shouting and shouting, everyone had no objections to the Demon Lord's plan!
However, there are still some puzzles:
"Then why does he let us kill each other? If we all die, can he still collect the life span of the dead?"
"Junior sister, that's a good question!" Pei Jian replied calmly: "The Cauldron of Fortune and Longevity is a world of its own. If you don't believe it, even if you use your spiritual sense to sense it, who can still sense the outside world?"
"Can't sense it!" someone immediately responded.
"It's like there's a barrier in front of it."
"That's right!"
There was another shouting.
Yang Zhen stood beside Pei Jian and breathed a sigh of relief.
Pei Jian put aside his grief and stood up to make a strong statement. It was his persuasion.
As for why he didn't come forward on his own, the reason is simple.
He is not a member of the Hongtan Society, his cultivation level is not high, and he speaks softly. Why should everyone listen to you?
Pei Jian happened to meet both conditions, especially the identity of the helmsman of Hong Tanhui, which had great appeal in this Fang Ding.
The following words that Pei Jian narrated, the inference of the Demon Lord's purpose, etc. also came from his instructions.
Only the Demon Lord's lifespan is his own fault. But at this time, as long as the attitude is firm and the tone is unquestionable, almost no one will doubt it.
Of course, it is more likely that his guess is fact in itself.
"The Fang Ding is its own heaven and earth," Pei Jian continued to explain: "No matter if you die early or late, your life force will remain in this world for the Demon Lord to refine one by one."
"It's just that the sooner you die, the sooner the life force leaves your body's control, and the easier it will be for these monsters to be refined!"
"How can we give them an advantage? Even if we die, we must drag it on as long as possible, and we must not let them succeed easily!"
"Everyone said, right?"
…
There was silence in the square tripod.
All the monks sat on the floor, closed their eyes attentively, focused on their Dantian, and looked inside at their internal organs...
If you want to resist the giant cauldron's plunder of your life force, the best way is to hold Yuan Shouyi, eliminate all distracting thoughts in your mind, and keep your mind calm.
Essence, Qi, and spirit do not consume internally or escape externally. They fill the body and become one with the body.
This is a method of prolonging life that everyone in the world of immortality knows well. If used here, it can greatly delay the loss of vitality.
Sure enough, after adopting this method, although the cold feeling still existed, it was reduced a lot.
This made everyone more convinced of Pei Jian.
However, if they can resist for a while, can they continue to delay it?
Although the monks said nothing, they were uneasy in their hearts.
…
Half an hour ago, the giant cauldron was twenty feet underground, in a secret room.
This is a stone room surrounded by formations, about one foot long and wide. In the middle is a small and exquisite circular altar, with dozens of white and shiny high-grade spiritual stones placed inside. The silky spiritual energy emitted is like a thin layer of gauze, covering them as if they are real or illusory.
A pair of slender and delicate jade hands took out new spiritual stones from the ring from time to time and added them to the altar. Until the pile formed a triangular pyramid shape and the number reached one hundred, the owner of the jade hand breathed lightly and cast his beautiful eyes at the girl in the corner of the stone room.
Zhao Yue'er sat cross-legged with her eyes closed tightly, her forehead pressed against the stone wall, and fine beads of sweat oozed from her nose.
In his right hand, which is as white as jade, he is holding a wooden stick about a foot long. The middle part of the stick was wrapped in a dark green cloud, and a slender light green branch grew from the front.
The branch kept sprouting new tender stems from the stick. It was still jade white at first, and soon the color gradually darkened into light green, and penetrated deeply into the stone wall in front of it, like an earthworm drilling into the ground.
Zixue didn't dare to disturb him, silently grabbed the small bluestone on the ground and prayed secretly.
I don't know how long it took, but Zhao Yue'er's body suddenly trembled, and her beautiful face was full of surprise.
At the same time, the branch also stopped growing, and a high-pitched voice came from the stick: "Sister Yaoyi, why don't you move forward?"
The figure shook, and a little girl jumped out from Zhao Yue'er.
Xiao Xiancao's face was extremely solemn: "Sister Yue'er, she and Brother Xiao Shitou have lost their connection."
"How could this happen?" Zixue's pretty face froze.
At this time, Zhao Yue'er also regained control of her soul. She grabbed the little girl and said anxiously: "Yiyi, why can't I sense the little stone? Why!"
"Little Stone, he, he..."
At this point, the girl's face was full of fear, her eyes were filled with tears, she was trembling and could no longer speak.
[Yin-Yang Lingxi Jue], if one party dies, no matter how the other party casts the spell, it will be impossible for them to react again.
Zhao Yue'er didn't dare to imagine such a result.
"Brother will never die young!" Yiyi's tone was extremely firm.
"Why did we lose contact? Could it be..." Xiao Xiancao's crescent eyebrows knitted together, thinking hard.
At this moment, Zixue suddenly shouted: "Look, the formation is starting to work!"
The two women quickly looked around and saw that within the altar, the spiritual energy that was originally escaping was now growing in large groups, and a dense white mist quickly enveloped the entire altar.
"I understand!" Yiyi shouted: "The furnace of heaven and earth has been started in advance. Little Shitou, he must be in the furnace!"
Zhao Yue'er and Zixue's expressions changed suddenly!
When you are in the furnace of creation, there is almost no other possibility besides being completely refined!
More bad luck than good, ten deaths but no life!
"What should we do?" Zhao Yue'er cried anxiously: "Let's go out quickly and save Little Shitou, woo woo!"
"We are trapped here now, and it will be impossible to get out for a while." Zixue shook her head, with a sad look on her face: "Besides, even if we get out,..."
With the strength of the few of them, even if they go out now, it is absolutely impossible to open the lid of the cauldron and rescue Xiao Shitou.
Not to mention that there are golden elixirs, Yuanying, and even the God-Transforming Demon Lord out there!
"Little Shitou -" Zhao Yue'er seemed to have been drained of all her strength, and fell softly to the ground, muttering to herself: "Little Shitou will not die, he will never die! I am going to save him, go save him……"
Zixue's eyes were red and she remained silent with a straight face.
"You two idiots!" Yiyi suddenly flew to the altar and looked at the two girls with her hands on her hips:
"We have a way to save Little Shitou, and we can save it now!"
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