The disciples of the three sects were gathering around them, all staring at the rocks and the others. From time to time, some people pointed their eyebrows at each other, looking greedily at the group of prey.
The people in front of them were no longer humans, but blood spirits that could be harvested at any time.
How precious, and the quality this time is unmatched.
Something that you have to fight for even if you break your head.
It seems that they want to strike first and harvest the best ones first.
Something bad happened!
Rock frowned, the eyes of the three factions were all focused on people like him, and it was simply impossible to escape.
Suddenly he turned around and glanced at everyone. It was not easy for a few thousand people to survive the killing of nearly 300,000 people.
Thousands of people like this are nothing more than a drop in the ocean.
The group of wolves looked around and saw that under the claws of the tiger, if they wanted to escape, they would have to resort to some extraordinary strategy.
Dashi and Yansan also saw the seriousness of the situation, and they all felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
The swords in their hands were shaking slightly, which showed the tension in everyone's heart.
This is a kind of torture. In the face of a powerful enemy, it is not easy to survive.
Duosi, who had white hair and beard, looked at the rock, and his wrinkled brows suddenly relaxed.
He nodded and called the people he brought with him, and asked them to kneel down in front of the rock.
As soon as he raised his hand, a short knife appeared in his hand. He didn't know what was smeared on the tip of the knife, and he quickly carved something on the back of the kneeling person in front of him.
From time to time he glanced at the rock's chest, and in the end he didn't even raise his head, the tip of the short knife in his hand moving like flying.
His expression was even more solemn and solemn, as if what he was portraying was something extraordinary.
"Sheephead!"
Tieshan on the side looked at the rock thoughtfully.
Another look at the tip of Duosi's flying knife, his eyes getting bigger and brighter.
The excitement was beyond words, so I suppressed it and rubbed my big hands.
"Come here quickly. If anyone can draw, get it for us!"
Tieshan roared loudly and called the people he brought with him. He knelt on one knee in front of the rock and stared at the rock's chest with eyes full of heat.
At this moment, Duosi's masterpiece was completed. He asked the man to stand up and slowly turned around, letting everyone see what he had carved.
"Sheephead!"
Dashi and Yansan said in unison, looked at each other, and light suddenly shone in their eyes.
It was like seeing a miracle.
I also saw an opportunity.
Even the three factions who were about to rush over were in chaos. They stood still and watched the performance on this side, not knowing why.
Why should we depict a sheep's head as a sacrifice before death?
Never heard of such a situation.
"Haha! Sheephead, a bunch of lambs?"
There was constant ridicule, pointing, and discussion.
Even the rock was stunned, looking down at his chest and telling himself that this was a dream.
An unreal dream.
sheep head
It was a torture for him.
A shame.
A hatred that cannot be erased.
It was a painful memory.
But now, what are these people doing in this place in front of them?
Depicting a sheep's head.
Look at them crazy and mesmerized.
He couldn't figure it out.
It is also completely unexpected.
Sheep head!
That is the weak.
It's the pain in my heart.
These people seem to regard this as a sacred thing. How could it be like this? How could it be like this?
This is the pain in my heart.
It's my shame.
It's my hatred.
He closed his eyes in pain and silently told himself not to be angry, not to be angry, never to be angry.
You can't do this!
This is a sheep head, not a beast!
He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the fanatical crowd in front of him. Are they all his followers?
Looking at them, their eyes were full of admiration, madness, and desire for life.
Understood!
This is the desire for life.
This is where the power comes from.
Whatever! It's just a sign, let them be!
Maybe carrying shame can give you motivation.
Maybe only by carrying hatred can one know how to fight.
Who knows today how many people will survive.
How many people can leave this world alive?
Just think of it as a thought!
Those who are alive will remember carrying a sheep's head.
Those who are alive will remember that they bear responsibility.
"Today I carry the sheep picture on my back, and when we meet tomorrow, we will take this as our nickname!"
Duosi, who was also carrying a sheep's head, knelt down in front of the rock, pointed to the sky, and swore an alliance.
"Today I carry the sheep picture on my back, and I will see you tomorrow. Take this as your nickname!"
There were people kneeling in front of the rock. I swear to God, even Yan San had a serious face. Everyone knew what kind of dilemma they would face next.
Parting in life and death.
We live and die together.
This is the strength to live, not a simple sheep diagram.
This is instilling in these people an invincible power.
The power of faith.
At this moment, this belief is deeply buried in the hearts of these people.
As long as you live, this power will last forever.
Faith is a sheep figure.
The Sheep Chart brings strength!
"Can we?"
Some indigenous people came over with a look of admiration on their faces. They pulled their shirts with their hands and tore them to pieces. Obviously these were smart people.
People who want to live.
Seeing the problem lies, it can be regarded as praying for a kind of shelter and praying for survival.
"Can!"
Rock nodded cheerfully and gave them a little hope, which was his own help, although he didn't know what to do next.
But they are all natives of this world.
It can be regarded as doing my little bit to help them.
Whether you live or die is entirely up to you.
Whether he can survive or not is still a question, let’s just settle on our destiny!
Duosi and the others got busy, and some indigenous people joined in, carving pictures of sheep on their backs.
The same oath to heaven is solemn and solemn.
Even so, there were only tens of thousands of people in front of the rock, and a large number of indigenous people were indifferent, and they were even still praying to the disciples of the three sects for the qualifications to cultivate immortality.
Blood and tears cannot wake up those who pretend to be ignorant.
Yan Yan shook his head, he couldn't care so much, he was the one who had to take care of Lian.
I don't know if I can survive, and the people around me don't know how many people will die today.
"Tell them how to practice!"
Shi Yan ordered that since they followed him, he must give them hope and also give them strength.
The power to live.
Although the chance of survival is slim, there are still many possibilities.
Give them the same strength to live, and treat those close to them equally.
Duosi and the others were busy again, and the cultivation techniques were introduced into the minds of the indigenous people through various methods.
Such things shocked these people beyond measure, and their eyes looking at the rock became even more intense.
This is called worship. At this moment, that kind of fanaticism has replaced everything.
Undoubtedly, this enthusiasm is also a kind of strength.
"Listen to me, it's not that easy to live. Everyone may die, but we still have to go, so and so, do as I say, hurry up."
Rock doesn't want to do useless work. Since he wants to live, he can't be in such a mess.
There must be a clear goal and perfect organization, otherwise it will be really unimaginable.
Yan San is on his left.
The big rock is on your right.
The strongest person must be used to break open a door leading to life.
Among these people, they were the first two to practice, and now they have reached the eighth level of Qi training, so they are his right-hand man.
Behind them are Duosi and Tieshan, followed by eight warriors from the sacred mountains.
After all, they are also cultivators and are the backbone among these people.
In short, it is a front line out of formation, with a rock at the head, and those with high cultivation standing on both sides, protecting the weak in the middle.
Those natives who have no cultivation are at the end. There is no way, there are only so many people, and there are too many disciples of the three sects to face.
"Stay alive and go to the fairy world outside to see who dares to stop me!"
Rock suddenly turned around, faced the disciples of the three sects, and shouted these words. He wanted to tell those who followed him to stay alive.
This belief will run through this battle.
Until really alive.
Why fight.
Just go to the outside world.
Tell them the desperate moment has come.
Want to live.
Live better.
Just kill him.
On the other hand, he also told the disciples of the three sects what they were determined to do.
Just to - stay alive.
"Ha ha!"
The disciples of the three sects laughed and pointed, even the evil disciples almost curled their lips.
Over the years, I have never seen anything like this, and I have never heard that the natives of this world have gone to the outside world.
The people in this world are just a bunch of captive animals.
The beast also has an idea.
The world is crazy.
…
"kill!"
Rock roared and charged forward with his sword raised.
The disciples of the three sects opposite were still the evil disciples, but at this moment they were looking at Shi Yan and the others with disdain.
They don't care about the rocks. If you go up to them, you'll chop them down. There's nothing fancy about them. They're just here to kill people.
clang
Sword against sword, no one can do anything to anyone!
However, Rock now has a helper, a right-hand man.
On the other hand, there was no one behind the demon disciples of the three sects. They were all sparse and accustomed to fighting alone.
Puff puff
Oishi's sword struck the monster disciple's waist from the right side. Yan San, who attacked from the left, used the same move and struck his waist with a sword on the left side.
How could he hide? It was so miserable. He was almost cut off and thrown out.
He didn't care about the rocks, and waving the sword in his hands was just like the life and death battle in that valley, but now he had full spiritual power and fought with all his strength.
Just to create a way out for myself.
It also creates a way out for the followers behind you.
That is to use the sword in his hand to open up a bloody path.
The road to creation is so difficult, and I hate Fanshuang just to live.
The same is true for Yan San and Dashi on both sides. Although they are only at the eighth level of cultivation, the three of them are as one, just like in the valley back then, possessed by the God of Death.
They cooperate with each other, attack and defend each other, and there is no single enemy in front of them.
Like a bolt of lightning across the night sky.
Divide one into two.
The sharp edge passed through the disciples of the three sects, leaving a mess on the ground and shocking everyone.
"Haha! That's all!...Who else!"
Rock was relieved and turned his head. Disciples from the three sects were shouting and trying to gather together.
