The monks of the four sects each tortured their leaders, and then gathered together for a discussion. Then they each discussed the fate of their leaders.
After deliberation, it is up to each faction to decide.
Five Poison Gates:
"What should I do with this fat man?" Mozhi Taisui asked.
Xuanwu is a monk from the Ding family and is slightly fat.
Tai Sui gave him a new name.
"It depends on what everyone wants." The old man with poisonous hands said.
"Let's stay anonymous. I'll write down the meaning on paper and then summarize it."
"What's so anonymous about this? I said it would be a living sacrifice. Raise your hands if you agree." Thumb Tai Sui raised his hands and said.
The Five Poison Sect monks all raised their hands...
Xuanwu's face was pale, and there were even hidden tears in his big eyes.
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Qinglin Hall:
Yu Shihuai's face was calm and his eyes were deep. He glanced around at the brothers present and said, "Let's keep it anonymous... Each person takes a blank piece of talisman paper and writes kill or no kill. If you don't want to write, leave it blank."
After the words fell, all the disciples nodded silently and each took out a blank piece of talisman paper. The tip of the pen flows and rustles on the paper, as if telling each other's feelings.
Soon, the seven disciples had written it and handed it to Yu Shihuai one after another. He took the talisman paper, his eyes stayed on each disciple's face for a moment, and then gently opened the talisman paper.
As he looked through them one by one, his eyes gradually became deeper.
One card is "no kill", two cards are "no word", and five cards are "kill". Those talismans with "kill" written on them were written firmly and forcefully, as if they contained endless hatred.
"Alas..." Yu Shihuai sighed softly, feeling helpless in his heart. Brotherly love is so fragile in the face of cultivation and interests.
He took a deep breath and prepared to announce the result. Yang Zhenglong, who was a brother and sister to them, looked at him with hope, waiting for the final result.
"No killing! This is the brothers' decision." Yu Shihuai said.
"Thank you brothers." Yang Zhenglong was slightly trembling with excitement.
When the other monks from Qinglin Hall heard this result, although they were a little confused, they still managed to squeeze out a smile.
"Senior Brother Yang, you must continue to lead us to form the Water Dragon Battle Formation." Yu Shihuai hid the anonymous talisman and put it into his storage bag.
"Don't worry... Yang will never treat the brothers badly." Yang Zhenglong said excitedly.
At this moment, Yang Zhenglong firmly believed that morality and benevolence transcended interests!
Wherever righteousness lies, I will go there!
Unlike Yang Zhenglong, whose face was glowing and high-spirited, Xuanwu from the Five Poison Sect and Long Yunfei from the Bihai Sect were both as pale as a mourning heir.
Yun Wuji of the Yunmang Sword Sect looked solemn and silent.
Nearly a hundred monks from the four sects boarded the towering altar and headed towards the top of the altar.
Be careful along the way, no one dares to escape.
soon……
They came to the top of the altar, where there was a black pool. The water was as black as ink and exuded a strange aura.
Suddenly, four huge Phantom Moon Black Tigers rushed out from around the Black Pond.
These black tigers are usually invisible and only appear when the enemy is close. The monks of the four sects have suffered great losses from this kind of monster, so they were cautious and discovered this hidden monster in advance.
"Start the formation!" Yang Zhenglong shouted, and with the assistance of monks from Qinglin Hall and Wudu Sect, he instantly formed a huge water dragon. This water dragon is about a hundred feet long, with thick scales and extremely powerful. The water dragon churned in the air, setting off a strong wind, making everyone feel a strong sense of oppression.
Yang Zhenglong controls the water dragon, standing in the sky like a god of war. He formed a seal with his hands and muttered words. Following his command, the water dragon sometimes hovered and sometimes dived in the air, invincible.
Once the four fantasy moon black tigers are broken, they can only jump, bite, and tear. These ordinary moves are no match for the blue scale water dragon.
After a fierce battle, the four Phantom Moon Black Tigers were finally killed by everyone.
The old man with white beard and white hair gave an impassioned speech while standing on a turtle shell that seemed to be naturally formed.
"Heroes gather together, and the old man has something to say."
Everyone looked at the old man with poisonous hands, with a look of reverence in their eyes.
"We, the sons of poor families, have endured humiliation and heavy burdens in order to pursue the path to immortality, and have suffered at the hands of clans and clans. The nobles of aristocratic families, high in temples, manipulate resources at will, use jade coins and merit points to order us around, and we are as miserable as cattle and horses..."
"How can we be willing to be pawns and be manipulated by others when we are born in this world?"
"Never!" The old man with poisonous hands waved his fist and shouted, his face as red as a baby's.
"Fellow Taoist from Wu Du Sect said it well!"
"Speaking my heart."
"Today, we vow to change our destiny against heaven and get rid of our shackles!"
"Well said! We will change our destiny against the will of heaven and get rid of the shackles."
"Quickly bring the Five Poison Sect Xuanwu, Bihai Sect Long Yunfei, Qinglin Hall Yang Zhenglong, and Yunmang Sword Sect Yun Wuji to be brought to death!" Following the generous words of the Viper Snake Old Man, the four banned cultivators The monk was brought forward.
Xuanwu and Long Yunfei looked pale and numb.
Yang Zhenglong looked excited, with a face full of disbelief: "Yu Shihuai! Why? Brotherhood and morality are so important, you actually betrayed me like this!"
Yu Shihuai walked up to Yang Zhenglong and spread out a piece of yellow talisman paper with two words "No Kill" written on it.
"I wrote this. I didn't betray you." After Yu Shihuai finished speaking, he unfolded the other five talisman papers and showed them to Yang Zhenglong. They were all written with the word "kill" on them.
The pen is sharp and the hatred is overwhelming!
Yang Zhenglong stopped talking and looked desperate.
"If you kill me, there will be no one to conduct the sacrificial ceremony." Yun Wuji said with twinkling eyes.
"You don't have to worry about this. Some of us have learned the mysterious script." A monk from the Yunmang Sword Sect said expressionlessly.
A white-robed swordsman stood on the turtle shell.
He stood proudly, his eyes firm.
He cupped his fists and saluted everyone, and said in a deep voice: "I am He Shiyong of the Yunmang Sword Sect. I once had the opportunity to pry into the mysterious texts of the wilderness, and today I am able to preside over this sacrifice. The way of heaven is clear, and the cycle of cause and effect is here. Today we are bound to the powerful god of the wilderness. , your destiny is in your own hands from now on!"
His voice is like a bell, echoing between heaven and earth, stirring everyone's heart. His words seemed to contain infinite power, igniting the blood and pride in everyone's hearts.
"Would you rather have a rich family?" He Shiyong asked loudly, with an unyielding light shining in his eyes, "We practitioners should constantly strive for self-improvement, go through clouds and rain, and go against the will of heaven! All gentlemen, please encourage us together! Go forward indomitably and create our own destiny brilliant!"
His words were like burning fire, arousing everyone's fighting spirit.
The pride in everyone's hearts was ignited again, and an invisible force spread among the crowd, stirring everyone's heart.
(End of chapter)
