At the top of Tianren Peak, the evening wind howls.
Several undercover agents and ghost soldiers came forward and set up a pot for the old woman.
She took off the gourd she was carrying and poured water into the pot.
Although she was blindfolded, the mother-in-law was very skillful in her movements, pouring water, adding ingredients, proportioning, stirring...
Even if she can't see it, she can still manage everything in a very orderly manner until——
"Mother-in-law, what kind of water is this?"
Over there, Yang Ning suddenly asked. His question frightened the old woman into dropping the spoon she was stirring into the pot.
Quickly taking out the spoon from the pot, the old woman said: "I'm busy, don't, don't talk to me, I don't know you!"
Yang Ning: "Mother-in-law, I remember you can sing."
Old woman: "No, you remembered it wrong."
Seeing that the old woman didn't want to talk to him, Yang Ning stopped talking.
He leaned on the chair beneath him and closed his eyes for a nap.
Soon, plumes of flying smoke rose from the cauldron under the old woman's hands.
At the last moment before night falls, with a little faint light from the sky, you can see the scene of Tianren Peak:
The Yin soldiers are standing guard, the ghost messengers are busy with the ghosts, Meng Po is making soup, Wu Chang and the judge are panicking, the guilty academy disciples are crying, and Yang Ning is sleeping soundly.
The main theme is a hell scene.
However, it is no longer the King of Hell who is in charge at this time.
When it got completely dark, the first pot of soup was ready.
The old woman tried a few mouthfuls on her own and said with a sigh, "That's it. This pot is enough for ten years."
Yang Zaixing, the shady general over there, waved his hand, and a group of disciples who had joined the academy for less than ten years were brought up.
These people just thought it was their turn to die, and they all cried and howled terribly.
But the ghost officers and Yin soldiers on the side were not used to them. Each of them had a bowl of soup, and they were all forced to drink it whether they wanted to or not.
After drinking the soup, the Yin soldiers took these people down the mountain.
In the future, these people will never think about the academy anyway.
Everything they once learned in the academy will be forgotten, and what awaits them will be the life of ordinary people.
It seems pitiful, but in fact these people are very lucky.
There were twenty-year-old Mengpo Laotang, thirty-year old men, and so on. They were busy until about eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, and finally sent all the more than 4,000 academy disciples who had drunk Mengpo soup down the mountain.
During this period, many academy disciples resisted.
For these people, regardless of merit, Gao Chong led the Yin soldiers to kill them all on the spot.
He even personally killed two teachers from the academy.
Seeing that two more gentlemen were nailed to the statue of the Wen Sheng, and some fellow disciples were sent down the mountain, the disciples of the academy had no choice but to calm down.
Coincidentally, when the last academy disciple with merit came down the mountain, when Po Meng threw the pot and ladle and ran down the mountain, Yang Ning also woke up at this time.
He looked at the densely packed thousands of academy disciples kneeling in front of him. These were all without merit.
In other words, the sins they committed were greater than the merits they accumulated.
At this moment, the green-faced judge next to Yang Ning did not dare to speak at all.
On the side, the black and white impermanence and the underworld ghosts were even more frightened. The only thing they could do was to wait for these people to die and bring their souls into the underworld.
Seeing Yang Ning pick up a command arrow, Yin General Yang Zaixing shouted sharply: "Get ready!"
All the Yin soldiers raised their swords in unison!
At this moment, there was a shrill cry from the top of the mountain!
"Stop crying! Give it a try!"
“You can’t die in vain, right?!”
"Get up! Fuck them!"
The academy disciples who are aware of their next fate want to start an uprising again!
Seeing that there is a fierce turmoil about to occur on the top of the Heavenly Man Peak where there are still seven or eight thousand academy disciples!
These academy disciples were honest before because the fellow disciples who were sent down the mountain gave them hope.
And now, it is obvious that what awaits him next will be death. Then, these thousands of academy disciples will have to make the final fight against the trapped beast!
Especially those college gentlemen and core disciples who are still alive, they know that there is no retreat behind them, so they take the lead in the rebellion one by one!
Gao Chong and Yang Zaixing had already led the Yin soldiers to kill them, but the number of Yin soldiers pulled over by a high-speed train was not enough.
In a short period of time, just relying on Yin generals and Yin soldiers cannot suppress the dying counterattack of the academy disciples!
Looking at the scene in front of him, Yang Ning smiled slightly, his eyes moved slightly, wow!
The bronze dagger flew in front of him.
Yawning, Yang Ning looked at the judge on the side and asked, "Um, how many core disciples are there in the academy?"
Cold sweat dripped from the green-faced judge's forehead, and he hurriedly said: "Seven hundred and twenty-five!"
"oh."
Turning around, Yang Ning said softly: "Kill all of these seven hundred and twenty-five."
The bronze sword did not move.
Yang Ning: "?"
The bronze sword shook slightly.
Yang Ning said clearly: "Well, I forgot about this. You don't know who the seven hundred and twenty-five core disciples are..."
"Then, let's pick the seven hundred and twenty-five strongest among them."
After Yang Ning finished speaking, the blade of the bronze dagger suddenly swung!
Swish——
Puff puff puff puff!
Continuous dull sounds were accompanied by bursts of flesh and blood breaking and blood splashing. In the turbulent crowd, one bloody head after another was seen splashing with blood!
Hundreds of bloody heads flew into the sky at the same time!
Hundreds of gushing fountains of blood shot up from the headless shoulders!
After a few seconds, the blood splashed down.
It was like a rain of blood falling from the sky, huffing and puffing.
The more than 700 core disciples of the academy were distributed among the thousands of people. Their heads flew away and brought a rain of blood, which sprinkled on the bodies of almost most of the academy disciples.
In an instant, the extremely turbulent crowd fell silent.
The huge Tianren Peak Square became extremely quiet.
Only the sound of drops of blood falling from the sky to the ground clearly reached the ears of everyone, ghosts, and ghosts present.
Everyone standing there, all the ghosts, all the underworld, their legs were trembling.
Maybe some of them have seen more tragic scenes, but we also need to see what methods the person who created this scene used.
Yang Ning sat on the chair, looking lazy.
The bronze sword floated in front of him, turning slowly.
From beginning to end, Yang Ning just said one sentence.
"D-Don't give up, everyone!"
"do not give up!"
Among the academy disciples, there are still some who want to persevere.
Yang Ning's eyes changed slightly, shua——
The bronze sword moved slightly, and the academy disciple who still wanted to persevere followed the more than 700 fellow disciples in front, with his head reaching the sky and blood gushing from his shoulders.
When this rain of blood fell, the wave of resistance from all the academy disciples was completely extinguished.
Yang Ning said lazily: "Okay, it's been a busy day, let's end it."
Yang Zaixing said sternly: "Get ready!"
One after another, the academy disciples were pinned to the ground by the Yin soldiers!
Bang!
Let the arrow fall to the ground.
Yang Ning said quietly: "Kill."
Yang Zaixing: "Behead!"
Swish——
The Yin soldiers raised their swords and dropped them!
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