Perhaps because genius souls are special, Lu Yang's soul hasn't come out for a while.
Yang Ning was not in a hurry. After all, besides Lu Yang, he had many other things to deal with today.
Yang Ning looked up at the sky and saw that it was almost noon. Yang Ning smiled and said, "Well, it's almost time to worship the sky."
He turned to look at the mountain road. On the mountainside, a green-faced man holding a large brush and an ancient book ran all the way from the distant peak. He was panting from exhaustion and sweating profusely.
Behind him, several ghost soldiers followed him carrying ancient tables and chairs.
Yang Ning asked in confusion: "Judge, why don't you use some skills to come up like this?"
The green-faced man wiped the sweat from his forehead and said from a distance: "Didn't you also go up the mountain step by step? How dare you go beyond what level you are at?"
After he finished speaking, the four ghosts from the Special Administration Bureau hiding on the mountain road fell silent.
Han Yang: "Damn it, those who come down here are good at flattering!"
Ruan Kai: "I know they came from underground, could you please keep your voice down?"
Han Yang said dissatisfied: "Why, you reincarnate and you want him to open the back door for you? Don't worry, we won't reincarnate down there."
Ruan Kai said angrily: "Shut up! The trial is about to begin!"
"The time to decide tens of thousands of lives, life and death, has arrived..."
Ruan Kai was trembling as he spoke, and the other three ghosts were trembling at the same time, feeling the cold air running up their backs.
Over there, Yang Ning glanced at the academy disciples at the foot of the mountain and the visitors invited by the academy, and said, "Detain them all and judge them one by one."
Immediately, the Yin soldiers at the foot of the mountain dispersed and wandered around Wensheng Mountain, arresting all the disciples in the academy and the invited visitors!
Those who resisted were executed on the spot, eliminating the need for a trial.
A moment later, on the mountain path of Tianren Peak, pale-faced academy disciples and visitors lined up to go up the mountain obediently under the guard of the Yin soldiers nearby.
The team going up the mountain stretched directly from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain.
The judge who climbed to the top of the mountain respectfully walked to Yang Ning, beckoned the ghost soldiers to place tables and chairs in front of and behind Yang Ning, and said respectfully: "Today, the workload to be handled here is a bit heavy, and our Lord sent me here. Help you, can you see?"
Yang Ning sat down on the chair behind him, nodded and said, "Yes, yes, I'm easy to talk to. You can handle it as you please."
With that said, Yang Ning took out the ultimatum given to him by Mr. Da that day.
The document was unfolded, and one by one the innocent souls appeared under the statue of the literary saint hanging Changfeng's body on the top of Tianren Peak.
The wronged souls who were brought to Zhongzhou by Mr. Da on the bus were brought here by Yang Ning with the paper ultimatum.
There is no sense of ritual at all, but it is very practical.
The innocent souls who appeared suddenly understood what was going on when they saw the ashen-faced academy disciples lining up on the mountain path, as well as the Yin soldiers with piercing swords around them.
On the spot, more than 700 innocent souls knelt down and kowtowed to Yang Ning!
But Yang Ning raised one hand and said, "No, I have good luck in doing this today, so I don't need to thank you."
"If you want to thank me, just thank these senior Yin soldiers who have been sleeping underground but got up to uphold justice for you."
There were endless thanksgivings from the wronged souls, which made all the cold-faced Yin soldiers feel embarrassed.
When the first batch of visitors to Wensheng Mountain were brought to the top of the mountain, the judge there began to flip through the large ancient book in his hand and said respectfully to Yang Ning: "The total number of visitors to the academy this time is 32,607."
"Among them, there are 7,691 people who have gained their fortune privately from the academy."
Yang Ning frowned and said, "Mr. Da told me that a total of more than 10,000 people have stolen other people's luck through the academy. So many people didn't come?"
The judge nodded and said, "Yes, look, what should we do with these people who didn't come?"
Yang Ning glanced at Lu Yang's body and said casually: "It's okay, someone wants to atone for his sins, and then let him lead the Yin soldiers to deal with it door to door."
The judge continued: "Those who come and cause death, they and their joint relatives, that is, relatives who help them obtain luck from the academy, will pay for the death of the deceased in any case."
"Those who have not caused death and have good luck will behead one soul (hUn), and their luck will be collected. Those who do not have good luck, but form a bond with the person who has good luck, behead one soul (pO), and the rest will be put down the mountain. go?"
Yang Ning said with satisfaction: "The judge is professional."
"You're exaggerating!"
The judge wiped the sweat from his head and quickly flipped through the ancient books in his hand. Among the visitors queuing up the mountain path, black marks, green marks, and red marks lit up on their foreheads from time to time.
When the Yin soldiers guarding nearby saw these people with red marks on their foreheads, they immediately signaled that they could come down the mountain.
Black Yin and Qing Yin were pulling and grabbing them, carrying them all the way to the top of the mountain.
The first batch of Qingyin people were sent to the top of the mountain. Yang Zaixing, the Yin general, had already commanded a group of Yin soldiers to stand neatly in the open square opposite Yang Ning, with swords on standby.
One after another, the trembling Qingyin people were brought to a Yin soldier executioner and pushed to the ground.
The judge placed a pot of command arrows on the table in front of Yang Ning and said respectfully: "Please give the order."
Yang Ning smiled and said: "Oh, the sense of ceremony is quite good!"
He picked up a command arrow, looked at the sky above his head and said: "Today, the academy will worship the heaven!"
After saying that, he raised his hand and threw the command arrow on the floor in front of him, "Execution!"
With an order, all the executioners of the Yin soldiers raised their swords in unison, waiting for Yang Zaixing to say "Behead!"
Swish——
In an instant, rows of cold sword lights flashed down!
In an instant, hundreds of shrill cries and howls sounded simultaneously in the square at the top of Tianren Peak!
Next, as Yang Ning's arrows landed one after another, the Yin soldiers' swords on Tianren Peak never stopped!
Those with blue seals on their foreheads will either have their souls or souls cut off, but those with black seals will have their lives cut off!
The first group of visitors whose Yintang turned black were taken to the top of the mountain. Yang Ning didn't even look at these people and casually shot down the command arrow. Yang Zaixing said: "Behead!"
Uh-huh! !
In the square, the Yin soldiers raised their swords and fell, and the crowd who had been crying and howling just a second ago fell to the ground!
The square here was quiet, but there was a cheer from the innocent souls brought by Yang Ning over there!
Many wronged souls were moved. They thought they might not be able to wait for justice.
Today, someone finally stood up for them!
After dealing with the first batch of visitors with blackened Yintang, soon the second batch of visitors with blackened Yintang came up again!
The entire mountain road of Wensheng Mountain Tianren Peak is like an elevator transporting the souls of the dead to the underworld, constantly sending people up to be judged!
And the arrow in Yang Ning's hand doesn't show the slightest pity to these people!
Taking away one's popularity and luck leads to death, one should be killed!
Seeing the executioners of the Yin soldiers over there wielding their swords to execute people without any gaps, whether it was Chao Gexue at the foot of the mountain or the four ghosts of the Special Administration Bureau on the mountain, all of them looked pale.
Han Yang said in a trembling voice: "Okay, good guys! The visitors are all soul-killing and soul-killing. What should the disciples of the academy do with them?"
On the side, Ruan Kai was also trembling and said: "Inside the academy gate, I'm afraid not a single chicken will survive today."
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