"Boom", there was a fierce impact above the head, and the giant cauldron suddenly fell into darkness.
Dozens of starlights immediately lit up, and countless frightened faces were reflected in the dim and swaying light.
One by one, they held their heads high and stared blankly at the ten black figures in the air!
Ten Zi Mansion!
Every time a cultivator crosses a great realm, there will be a qualitative breakthrough in strength. Under normal circumstances, a cultivator in the early stage of Zi Mansion can easily deal with eight or nine cultivators in the late stage of foundation building.
In the middle and late stages of Zifu, this number doubled.
This is still under the circumstances that both parties have their own inheritance and have magical weapons nearby.
What if you are dealing with a foundation-building monk who has no magical weapon and whose feet are still bound and cannot fly with a sword at all?
It is tantamount to a one-sided massacre!
However, among tens of millions of people, there are also many who hope for another miracle.
They once again set their sights on the leader of the Red Tan Club who once led them to create miracles.
Pei Jian lowered his head, his beard was unkempt, and his eyes were dull.
The death of Junior Sister Chen, without even seeing her for the last time, once again plunged him into great grief.
He spent the last two days in a state of confusion. Even if he was sent into the giant cauldron again today, he did not make any move to resist.
It's just one death.
Seeing him lowering his head and saying nothing, countless people showed disappointment on their faces.
"I'm really going to die this time." The prisoners thought sadly.
"Seniors, wait a moment, I have something to say!" At this point, Yang Zhen could only stand up on her own.
There was no reaction from above, and the ten Zifus stood motionless as if they were statues.
The order given to them by the demon clan was to take action after a hundred breaths. At that time, the Fushou Cauldron had already started operating.
Yang Zhen didn't know this, but this just gave him time to continue talking.
"Seniors, this Fortune and Longevity Cauldron is its own space. The demon clan drove us into the cauldron in order to use human beings and us as medicinal materials to plunder our vitality so that the demon lord can extend his life!"
The young man yelled at the top of his lungs, and the content was similar to what Pei Jian said last time.
However, this time, it did not cause any waves in the Zi Mansion, but there were a few more joking faces.
"Do they not believe it, or have they known it for a long time?" Yang Zhen was suspicious, so she could only continue: "We are all grasshoppers on the same line. After the demon clan has sealed the giant cauldron and refined us, can you seniors be able to Did you survive?"
This sentence seemed to have some effect. Two Zifu turned to look at the others, looking uneasy, as if they had something to say.
"Boy," a bald middle-aged man finally said in mid-air: "What is this Fushou Cauldron used for? You don't need a young boy like you to tell me. You heard it just now, and I will just tell you Kill them all, and the Demon Lord has refined enough spiritual liquid, so he will naturally let me out..."
"What if the spiritual liquid is not enough? Or what if the demon clan doesn't keep its word? If the demon clan keeps its word, how could it deceive a group of weapon refiner apprentices and not only deny them spiritual stones, but also send them to die in the cauldron!"
Yang Zhen caught the loophole in his words, pointed at several weapon-making apprentices in the distance, and asked loudly.
These words immediately attracted the echoes of the apprentices: "Senior Mingjian, we are not prisoners, we were tricked into coming in! I really can't believe what the demon clan says!"
Among the men in black in the air, there were a few more people looking at each other with changing expressions.
"Boy!" The bald head said with a trace of anger in his voice, "Even if what you say is true, so what! If I don't kill you, you will die if you go out, and you won't survive! If I kill you, you will still be alive. There is a slight chance of survival!"
"Just because of this possibility, I will take action and slaughter all of you!"
Having said this, it must have been time. The perfect monk from the Zifu said no more. He raised his hand and a little yellow light shot out. In an instant, it turned into a golden spear and pointed it at the young man's throat. ——
Pierce it straight!
…
bluestone space
This is a sea of white, yellow, red and purple flowers.
A girl in purple clothes is standing in this sea of colorful epiphyllum flowers, stunned.
Epiphyllum flowers normally bloom only at night in early spring, and their flowering period is very short. However, in the bluestone space, the clothes can last for a long time, and even during the day, they can show off their beautiful faces.
She did this for Xiao Yezi, because they are good friends.
The fairy grass herself often comes here and sleeps peacefully in the sea of layers of fragrant flowers.
There is a hint of sweet smile on her exquisite, fair and rosy little face, which makes you want to tease her.
The little leaf picked up a petal and brushed it towards the little girl's cheek. However, when she came closer, her fingers relaxed slightly and the petal bounced back.
"Sister Yue'er said that tens of thousands of foundation-building monks will enter the space today. Let sister Yiyi have a good rest!"
Tens of thousands of people...
Little Leaf's heart was trembling, she had never seen so many monks.
Will our space not be able to accommodate it?
The space is always growing, so it should be able to fit it in!
Having lived in this place for three years, she now knows the space very well.
Sometimes, Yiyi would take her out to play, but she didn't like the original world outside. She likes it here, there are no scary monsters here.
Of course, there are not all of them, but they are all captured and used as sparring partners.
She looked several miles away, where there were ten monks forming two small five-element formations, besieging a late third-level leopard demon.
These were selected by Yang Zhen from the monks who were rescued. Those who were good at fighting were specially trained.
When walking in the Demon Realm, you might fight at some point. The more you improve your strength, the better your chances of survival will be.
These people originally had a certain foundation, but after selecting the techniques excavated from the underground palace for them to practice and equipping them with suitable magical weapons, their strength has improved by leaps and bounds compared to the past.
It is not difficult for a small five-element formation composed of two teams of late-stage foundation-building monks to deal with third-level monsters.
Sure enough, not long after, the leopard demon was heard wailing, rolling and falling to the ground, with a bowl-sized wound on its abdomen bleeding gurglingly, and then, a large net covered its whole body.
"Okay, that's it for today." said the woman in white who was watching the battle.
"Yes, thank you Fairy Zixue for your advice." The ten people responded respectfully.
…
The little girl's eyes suddenly opened!
Yiyi jumped up!
"Sister Zixue, sister Yue'er, gather together quickly, there's going to be a fight!"
Following her call, the woman in white clothes in the distance suddenly felt a huge pulling force wrapping her up. The white mist rolled and her figure disappeared. In an instant, she appeared next to the sea of flowers.
Then the figure flickered, and Zhao Yueer also appeared.
There were more monks in the space, some were weeding in the spiritual plant garden, some were practicing in the cave, some were resting in front of the alchemy furnace, and some were playing chess with relatives and friends by the mountain stream. They all felt a pull. The force came, and one by one gave up resistance and allowed this force to pull them far away...
These are all monks who have practiced the Small Five Elements Formation, are skilled in coordination, and are all in the late stage of foundation building.
The last two people were Jun Changan and a female cultivator named Mu Qingqing.
These two people are both early stage cultivators of the Zi Mansion.
Although Jun Changan and Yang Zhen were at war with each other back then, that was a thing of the past. Now that his relatives and friends are all in the space, he has long been determined to contribute to the space. He is an old man in Huxiao Town, and has been stagnant in foundation construction for many years, so he has already had the strength to attack the Zi Mansion.
So later Yang Zhen found a Ziyun Dan and gave it to him to help him advance to the Zifu, which became a great help to him.
Mu Qingqing was originally a helmsman of the Red Tan Society. He happened to be rescued by Yang Zhen and others and came to space. This woman hates evil, is sworn in with monsters, and has rich combat experience. Yang Zhen also gave her a Purple Cloud Pill as her assistant in managing Anping Town.
However, there are only two intact Ziyun Pills in the space, so the third Zifu will not appear again in a short time.
People quickly arrived, a total of two Zifus, thirty late-stage foundation builders who had practiced the Small Five Elements Formation, as well as Zixue, Zhao Yue'er and others. This was the maximum power that could be gathered in the current space.
"Yiyi, what happened?" Zhao Yuer asked.
"There are ten Zifu outside." Yiyi replied, telling the situation inside the cauldron.
Everyone's heart sank.
These people can only entangle five mid- to late-stage Zifu at most.
"After you go out, you must form a formation to save yourself first, and then save others!" Zixue said in a deep voice.
"yes!"
At this moment, Yiyi shouted: "They are taking action!"
…
The golden gun, like a shooting star chasing the moon, cut through the dark curtain and pointed directly at the young man's throat.
Pei Jianhuo stood up and strode forward to grab the golden gun.
More people looked at Yang Zhen with gloomy faces, as if they saw a massacre that would begin with the death of this young man.
No one is immune.
The golden gun is still three feet away from the throat!
The boy's expression remained unchanged, the hair on his body had already stood up, his muscles were tense, and he was on high alert.
His [Sun never moves shadow], the more critical the moment, the more he can stimulate his potential.
Just when his figure turned into a lake and was about to disappear on the spot, a purple thunder and lightning appeared out of thin air from his chest and hit the head of the gun hard!
In the closed space that is almost dark, the electric light is dazzling! The sound of thunder is shocking!
A woman in white appeared in mid-air.
