There was a brief uproar at the scene, and someone muttered secretly: "Who the hell are you?"
However, before the man finished speaking, he suddenly trembled all over and rolled on the ground wailing in pain. His body boiled as if it were boiling hot water, and finally turned into a pool of thick blood and died. He was miserable throughout the process. Call.
This man's death frightened everyone. Everyone didn't know what was going on, but some people thought of a terrible legend.
Anyone who dares to talk about the Qin Dynasty behind its back will have a bad end. Especially the Imperial Master of the Qin Dynasty is a taboo-like existence. No one dares to talk about him.
The guy in a wheelchair in front of me is not a good person.
"Your king is compassionate. He would rather sacrifice himself than let you die." Jing Gong said slowly, "But you people are not worthy of being saved."
"Have you ever thought about what would happen next if he died here?"
"Are you planning to return to your ancestral land with your own abilities?"
"As the king said just now, I don't want to kill ants, let alone humans, so I'll give you a choice now."
The landscape engineer waved his hand, and countless gray bamboo sticks appeared in front of him. You could see that there were words engraved on them, but you couldn't see clearly what words were engraved on them.
"Either you make a bet and choose to draw lots. Those who are drawn will activate the formation. Those who are not drawn are considered lucky and can continue with us."
"Or you can just turn around and leave. Now that the Eternal Dynasty has been wiped out by us, you should not be in any danger even if you continue to live here."
"And you are not alone. There are still many people in the chaotic land who have given up and returned to their ancestral land."
Everyone came here, and almost no one was willing to turn around and go back. Everyone felt that their luck was not that bad, so everyone chose to draw lots.
But Jing Gong had no intention of letting them go. He continued: "By the way, I forgot to mention that only half of these signs said "live", and the other half said "death". "
There was an uproar at the scene, and someone shouted angrily: "But obviously only 108 people are needed."
Jing Gong said: "You are not blind. Haven't you seen that once the energy is disconnected, the floating continent will rise again. Do you think that only 108 people can die so that everyone can go up?"
"That doesn't require so many people!"
"Just in case, even if you draw the word "death", you may not die, but if you encounter any danger next time, those of you who drew the word "death" will still have to fight."
"This isn't fair!" someone shouted.
"Fairness?" Jing Gong's eyes turned cold, "Who wants to come over and talk to me about fairness? I'm happy to argue with him."
Naturally, no one dares to stand up. There are probably not many people in the chaotic land who don't know Jing Gong.
There is only half a chance of survival, which is completely different from the situation just now. Too many people have retreated. Instead of facing the unknown of their ancestral land, relying on others and watching others' faces, they feel that it is better to stay and dominate.
"I give up. I want to go back. It doesn't matter if I don't go to the ancestral land. It's not our home." Someone turned around and left.
One person took the lead, and immediately more people followed, including people from Hanoi and Kunjia. The scene was suddenly reduced by more than half, with only about 30,000 people left.
Jing Gong looked at all this with a sneer. He did not stop it, but many signs with the word "death" turned into smoke in an instant, dissipated in the air, and then imprinted on the eyebrows of these people at an extremely fast speed.
Except for a very small number of spiritual warriors, almost no one at the scene noticed all this. Meng Qingxiao was one of those very few. He knew that these people might not survive, so he opened his mouth to think whether it was too cruel to do so.
But Jing Gong sent a message to him first: "Son, kindness does not command troops!"
Meng Qingxiao was slightly startled. He did not expect that these words would come from his master. You must know that they do not have an army here. Although there are many people in the Fourth Guard, they are more like police and have not accepted Military training.
Jing Gong continued to transmit the message: "The people here are all desperadoes. If so many people return to their ancestral land, it will definitely have a great impact on the people of their ancestral land."
"For those who are disobedient, it is better to let them stay here. Otherwise, if they commit heinous crimes in the ancestral land, how will you explain to the ruler of the ancestral land?"
The softest part of Meng Qingxiao's heart was touched. He didn't expect Jing Gong to think so.
This was something he had been worried about before, but he had never mentioned it to anyone. He was prepared to bear it alone.
But now he discovers that his teacher is wiser than he thought.
"Thank you, Master."
"Haha, let's not be polite."
Meng Qingxiao had a feeling that Jing Gong, who had regained his youth, was even more sharp, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. He couldn't do these things himself, but that didn't mean he didn't agree.
"Okay, now let's continue drawing lots."
The remaining people did not hesitate. They may have hesitated just now, but now they have made up their minds.
They were already tired of life in the Forgotten Land, and were more willing to risk their lives and follow Meng Qingxiao to fight for a brand new future.
The drawing of lots was soon completed, and for those who won the word "death", the lot also turned into a stream of light and submerged into their foreheads. This time everyone saw it.
The faces of these people were not very good-looking, but they didn't say anything.
Meng Qingxiao felt that even if he had to attack them, it was almost enough now, so he said with a smile: "Everyone, don't look so unlucky, you may not die."
Everyone looked at Meng Qingxiao, who pointed to the sky garden above and continued: "There is only half a chance that this thing will fall, and there is a half chance that it will not completely touch the ground."
"In other words, this shouldn't be a fatal situation. Otherwise, how would the Eternals get out? Do they have to sacrifice 108 people for every person they send out?"
Meng Qingxiao's words immediately rekindled everyone's hope for life, but he was not finished yet.
"Also, even if it hits the ground completely, we don't have to sacrifice the 108 people below. We are all warriors with extremely high cultivation levels. It doesn't rise and fall that fast. You understand. What do I mean?"
Meng Qingxiao made his words clear: "With everyone's speed, I believe everyone can successfully climb up the sky garden before it completely falls to the ground."
"Although you can't fly, it shouldn't be a problem to jump to a height of more than ten meters, right?"
"As for the brothers who are activating the energy array below, you can stop providing energy before the sky garden is about to hit you, and then jump to it before it rises high enough again."
Meng Qingxiao smiled and said: "Even if you don't succeed once, you can try a few more times. I believe that as long as it is done properly, no one will have to die."
Everyone present smiled knowingly. When Meng Qingxiao was only halfway through his words, they fully understood. Yes, they didn't have to die at all.
After all these twists and turns, everyone's mood was ups and downs, and it felt even more exciting than when they were fighting against the warriors of the Eternal Dynasty.
Jing Gong looked at all this with a smile. He was so mature that he was willing to play the bad side and then let his disciples play the good side.
The next thing was easy to handle. Everything was carried out according to Meng Qingxiao's ideas. As expected, no one died and everyone went up to the sky garden.
When Meng Qingxiao went up, he reorganized his words and said that it was really inappropriate to call it a hanging garden because it was too big.
It is not appropriate to call it a floating continent. It is not big enough to be described as a continent. It is most suitable to call it a floating island.
There were still some minor twists and turns, because they discovered that not all places could jump to the floating island. They had to follow specific passages to get up, and most places were blocked by invisible barriers.
When everyone came to the top, they saw from a distance that the tens of thousands of warriors who had returned to the Forgotten Land were now described as being like ants.
At this moment, the distance between the two sides has already exceeded the limit of ordinary people's naked eyes. If they were not all warriors with advanced cultivation, it would be impossible to see them.
Next, there were screams of exclamation. Those warriors who were as small as ants were falling down without warning as if being harvested by an invisible sickle. Tens of thousands of fresh lives were all dead in the blink of an eye. .
Everyone subconsciously stayed away from Jing Gong. This man was really terrible. He killed people without blinking an eye.
Meng Qingxiao couldn't help complaining: "Master, they have gone back, is it necessary to kill them?"
Jing Gong said: "These people cannot be kept. They are all a group of opportunistic guys with a lot of hostility in their hearts. If we let them go back, it will definitely not be a blessing to those who are left in the chaotic land."
Meng Qingxiao was silent, nodded and said nothing more.
There is a mountain-like building on this floating island. Each building is tall and pointy, like a pagoda. They surround a taller and pointier building like stars surrounding the moon.
The building in the middle has an extra-long spike. Its appearance is very similar to the time artifact popular in the Land of Aging. Its spike is probably a hundred meters long.
Meng Qingxiao felt that it might not be appropriate to use one piece. Although it seemed to be one piece, it should actually be one, because each of the spiers was connected, and when combined together they formed a circular building.
While everyone was observing attentively, the spike in the middle suddenly shot out a dazzling light, and the beam of light shot straight into the sky.
Obviously, this is indeed the Temple of Time. Isn't this huge pillar of light the same one they saw in the Land of Oblivion? It shoots into the sky, and then turns into round after round shapes and spreads around.
This is the source of the nimbus.
Meng Qingxiao and the others immediately understood why this place was suspended in the air, because if it stopped on the ground, it would kill people!
No one is immune, including Meng Qingxiao and Jing Gong. This beam of light is not harmless. It is like an infrasonic weapon, resonating with everyone's internal organs.
Meng Qingxiao tried his best to hold up an energy shield. He was not alone. He also wanted to protect Qingyue and Zhao Zhe.
Soon Jing Gong also joined in, and the two of them, master and apprentice, finally managed to secure a protective shield.
Everyone knew that this beam of light would last for a minute, but this minute was really too painful, and everyone lived every second like a year.
Jing Gong was the strongest, and he was under the greatest pressure. He was also protecting his beloved apprentice, and at this time he was still unable to exert his supreme strength. Soon he was bleeding from all his orifices and his body was shaking.
No one at the scene could still stand, but no one had the strength to scream. This was not a pain that could make people cry out. Even if they wanted to speak, they couldn't. Everyone was trying their best to resist.
A long minute.
