Looking at the three heads on the sword, all the noise and bustle came to an abrupt end at this moment.
Three heads, all still very 'fresh'.
A knowledgeable person will recognize the identity represented by these three heads.
The Emperor of the Song Dynasty, the Taoist leader, and the Buddhist sage.
The emperor of the Song Dynasty, the leader of the human Taoist sect, and the holy monk of the human Buddhist sect.
Although he is not as stunning as Master Lai, he is still a great figure in the hearts of ordinary people. He is a being who can make the whole world tremble if he coughs.
In the human world, they possess unimaginable power, prestige and status.
They may not be the most powerful, but they can drive too many powerful people to serve them.
In the eyes of the world, their power is strength.
But now, these three people were pierced by a sword.
It's like a ruthless knife that shatters people's fixed impression of 'power', and then pierces another idea forcefully into everyone's heart.
Looking at the heads still bleeding, it is not difficult to imagine that their heads were chopped off in a very short period of time.
The difference between before and after is definitely less than the time of a stick of incense.
"I originally wanted to go to Qufu to kill someone."
"But he is very smart. He put on women's clothes and turned into a servant, hiding in the crowd, so I let him go." Xiao Ting stared at Cao Zhe and said.
It's just that when he said such words in front of tens of thousands of people, he didn't mean to let the other person go.
When the news spread, even though the person was still alive, he was as good as dead.
In other words, there will be more people, and the person who is still alive will find a decent way to die.
It's not up to him whether he wants to or not.
The crowd was even more frightened, trembling with fear and afraid to speak.
The impact of Xiao Ting's appearance was too strong.
At this moment, it seemed that he was going to kill everyone and then go up to the Martial Arts Mountain.
Energy as rich as blood spurted out from Xiao Ting's body.
Then, billowing blood-colored clouds and smoke rose up, covering the sky and the sun in just a moment.
Endless ravings, lingering and echoing under the bloody clouds.
People who heard these gibberings cried out and struggled desperately.
The more desires and malice they have in their hearts, the more intense their pain will be.
The "immortality" of ghosts is not only because they are not subject to ordinary rules, but also because they are rooted in human nature and parasitic in darkness.
If darkness can't kill, how can they kill easily?
Countless blood turned into obvious threads.
At the end of these threads is Cao Zhe.
This is the first time that the great web of sentient beings has been concretely revealed in front of people.
Cao Zhe had no distracting thoughts.
But the distracting thoughts of all sentient beings were corroding him.
Cao Zhe would not be unable to control his emotions, but the tens of thousands of people here all have malicious intentions and desires in their hearts.
These malice and desires began to spread to Cao Zhe like a virus and were about to take over his mind.
Cao Zhe looked at the layers of silk threads wrapped around him, as well as the distracting thoughts and murmurs coming from the other end of the threads. Not only did he not feel dangerous, but he found it very interesting.
These crazy ravings convey countless twisted messages.
The root lies in people's perception of the world, but when these perceptions are distorted, countless interesting illusions appear.
Xiao Ting looked at Cao Zhe, who was gradually wrapped in blood-colored threads. His eyes were calm, but they were filled with endless malice.
How much of this malice comes from interpretation, and how much of it comes from sincerity?
Will the much-anticipated 'stage' be the curtain call for 'Master'?
At this time, Xiao Ting thought of the plan that the elder of Wenxiang Sect told him.
"Master, he is so conceited! He even put the method of condensing the Great Net of All Beings in the library for people to see."
"Of course we can't copy his miracles, but we can catch his flaws."
"The Master has no flaws! But the Master is connected with all living beings, and the flaws of all living beings are the Master's flaws. He is strong because of the crowd, and he will surely perish because of the crowd." The elder of Wenxiang Sect said this at the time.
Xiao Ting's answer was: "Nonsense!"
Then he cut off the neck of the Wenxiang Sect elder.
But at this moment, he used this move and implemented the elder's plan.
On Martial Arts Mountain, looking into the distance, looking at Cao Zhe's red jade wrapped in a large cocoon formed by blood-colored threads, he tightened his fists, and then took off the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist.
When she was about to throw the prayer beads.
Inside the big bloody cocoon, a string sound sounded.
The competitors who were still struggling in pain around them were the first to wake up after hearing this sound.
Then they all showed strange expressions.
"Is this... a war song?" a competitor in the crowd said hesitantly.
Under the 'strengthened' network, their voices seemed to be instantly connected to a spiritual network of rapid communication.
"I'm pretty sure this is the Battle Song of the Nuclear Princess! When I was in college, I even performed a matching dance at the welcome party." A man said online.
"Wait a minute, isn't this dance...a women's solo dance?"
Subsequently, a large number of kaomoji and emoticons appeared on the Internet.
The tune started to get more exciting.
The most exciting part has been reached.
The threads that involve all sentient beings are centering on the big bloody cocoon, getting rid of the negative nonsense and distracting thoughts and becoming pure.
Ten thousand people can interfere with Cao Zhe, and Cao Zhe can also infect ten thousand people in reverse.
There is nothing difficult about this.
People woke up one after another to the intense music.
Then from somewhere or who it was, the first person shouted: "Master, I respectfully ask you to be a saint!"
Then the sound spread to the entire network, forming a formation that could not be broken.
"I sincerely invite you, Master, to appear as a saint!"
Cao Zhe spent fifty years teaching the ways of Confucianism, martial arts, and ghost cultivation, and he cultivated unparalleled popularity.
At this moment, in this song, I was completely inspired.
People no longer have any doubts.
They believe that Cao Zhe will be able to solve the crisis brought by Xiao Ting as always.
Cao Zhe's thoughts were strengthened at this moment.
The heart of one person can be the heart of ten thousand people.
The thoughts of one person can be said to be the thoughts of ten thousand people.
At this time, Cao Zhe looked at Xiao Ting again, and the murderous intent in Xiao Ting's eyes did not diminish.
But Cao Zhe knew that he was completely afraid and would never dare to act recklessly again.
Xiao Ting no longer hesitated, he knew he couldn't wait any longer!
Even if he is bound to be defeated, he will never be defeated in such a weak way.
At least, he couldn't look so incompetent in Cao Zhe's eyes.
Xiao Ting's values are still simple.
No one will care about a dispensable person, and no one will rescue a worthless person at a critical moment, so he must show his value at this time.
If Cao Zhe understood what he was thinking, he would definitely refute him...for example, give him a mouthful and then rub his head vigorously.
But at this moment, Cao Zhe saw Xiao Ting draw his sword, and then at the same time, a sword energy condensed on his fingertips.
