The sacred tree does not possess divinity at all. Instead, it is like a murderous evil spirit, madly sucking the essence, energy, blood, and souls of these captives. It can be said that they were squeezed out completely, leaving only a ball. Rotten meat is not even qualified to become a zombie.
After witnessing the death of their fellow Taoists, the other prisoners were already frightened. They knelt down and begged for mercy, crying for their fathers and mothers, completely losing the momentum they had when they first entered Daqing Mountain.
The Imperial Master killed more than a dozen people in a row before his complexion improved a little. It was obvious that he was deeply wounded by Yan Shouyi, and he would have to kill at least thousands more if he wanted to recover.
However, he was not in a hurry to regain his strength, but instead raised the aerial roots and hung them on the heads of the remaining prisoners.
"These people are still too weak. They can only provide me with more nutrients than ordinary people."
"It's a pity that I'm not confident enough to deal with Yan Shouyi now, otherwise I would have gone on a killing spree..."
"If I can attract more powerful people into Daqing Mountain and bring them in front of me, my recovery speed will definitely be greatly increased!"
After muttering to himself for a while, the Imperial Master lowered his head and looked down at the decent people kneeling down begging for mercy.
"Do you want to live?" he asked coldly.
The frightened people nodded wildly, eager to crawl over and lick the Imperial Master's feet.
What everlasting fame and immeasurable merit are all fucking fake!
Life is real!
Only when their lives are truly threatened do they know fear, and fear instantly defeats reason, making them the cowards they hated most before.
Seeing the appearance of these decent people, the Imperial Master smiled.
If Yan Shouyi were here, even if he knew that he could not win, he would never kneel down and beg for mercy.
Not everyone can become Yan Shouyi.
From this perspective, the Imperial Master still admires Yan Shouyi.
"I can give you a chance to live, or in other words, a chance to be reborn," the national master said calmly, "but I want you to abandon all your past beliefs, become my disciple, and respect me. Can you do it? ?”
The decent people suddenly fell silent, their former beliefs lingering in their minds. The Taoist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures they had read thousands of times shouted in their hearts, reminding them not to fall.
But facing the threat of death, faith has become a joke again.
Some people looked up at the terrifying aerial roots and saw the corpses of fellow Taoists who died tragically around them. Their faith collapsed in an instant, and some absurd thoughts came into their hearts:
The world has been around for so long, why not try to change the dynasty?
If the Imperial Master can really subvert the world, and if we become his right-hand man now, won’t we become great heroes in the future?
Who stipulated that this world must belong to famous sects and folk sects?
If Yan Shouyi and Yu Luming defeat the national master, will we be able to succeed?
Such extreme thoughts spread in their hearts and soon made them lose their minds.
"I...I am willing to be loyal to the Imperial Master!"
"As long as I can survive, I can do anything you want!"
"I am willing to believe in the sacred tree and respect the national master!"
More and more people began to give in and kneel in front of the sacred tree sincerely.
The Imperial Master squinted his eyes and was very satisfied with everyone's reaction.
He has lived for thousands of years, and his most proud skill is not his strength, but his knowledge of how fragile the human heart is.
With just a little guidance, the human heart can become a terrifying force.
Dozens of decent people all submitted to the Imperial Guard.
The Imperial Master nodded slightly, as if he had thought of something, and said calmly:
"From now on, don't call me the Imperial Master anymore, call me...the Imperial Lord."
Everyone was at a loss.
"This place is the ruins of Qingjiang Kingdom. I am the leader of Qingjiang Kingdom. I will lead you to expand your territory. In the future, the entire world belongs to Qingjiang!!"
The Imperial Master showed a crazy smile, the world was what he wanted, and power was the source of his desire.
Once in the Qingjiang Kingdom, he was a useless person who was as insignificant as an ant. Because of his weakness, his close relatives died in the most humiliating way. From that moment on, he made up his mind to win the position of the leader of the Qingjiang Kingdom... ...No, he wants more, the world!
This obsession lingered in his heart, making him fight for it at all costs for thousands of years.
"I...Jiang Wuya will become the only king in this world!!!"
It was only at this moment that he finally said his real name.
Jiang Wuya glanced at the people below and said coldly:
"Send a distress message to your friends and ask them to come to Daqing Mountain to save people."
Everyone was confused: "Master, what happens after you bring them here?"
"No need to ask, someone will naturally bring them to me!" Jiang Wuya sneered.
Everyone looked at the undead people around them and felt cold in their hearts.
But they still followed what Jiang Wuya said and began to contact their friends and beg them to come to Daqing Mountain to save people.
As a result... the second wave of teams entering Daqing Mountain will soon take shape.
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"Is there any news about the missing person?"
Yan Shouyi received a call from Yu Luming and was surprised to learn that there was news about the people who entered Daqing Mountain.
According to their speculation, these people should have been dead long ago.
"I also find it strange that they contacted us at the same time, and they all said that they were trapped in the Daqing Mountains by the formation, many of their companions died, and they are in urgent need of rescue."
Yu Luming also felt that things seemed not that simple, but as the leader of the Taoist tradition, he could not ignore the requests for help from fellow Taoists.
Even today, it is two days earlier than Yan Shouyi's original seven-day deadline.
But fortunately, most of Xuanmen's forces have already been assembled in Xichuan. Logically speaking, it is almost time to start attacking Daqing Mountain now.
Yan Shouyi pondered for a moment and said to Yu Luming on the phone:
"I will fly to Daqing Mountain early tomorrow morning and lead everyone to start the encirclement and suppression of the National Division."
Yu Luming frowned: "What about me?"
"You are the leader of the Taoist tradition and cannot take risks in the Daqing Mountains," Yan Shouyi replied, "leave this first contest to me."
Yu Luming was not satisfied with Yan Shouyi's answer and explanation.
Precisely because he is the leader of the Taoist lineage, he wants to go to Daqing Mountain and lead the disciples of famous sects to slay demons.
But Yu Luming is also calm at the same time. He knows that now he and Yan Shouyi are the backbone of Xuanmen. If one person falls, the other one will carry the beam.
Eggs cannot be put in the same basket, so the two of them may not be able to fight side by side, and one person must be left in charge.
After careful consideration, Yu Luming said in a deep voice:
"You're right, we can never get into trouble at the same time... So, leave it to me to take the lead!"
Yan Shouyi was stunned: "What?"
"You are the real trump card. You are also the one the Imperial Master is afraid of, so you can't take the lead!" Yu Luming said without any doubt, "Let me go! If I fail to get out of Daqing Mountain, you will also own the secret text of Dragon and Tiger. You are the only one who can inherit the position of Heavenly Master!"
After Yu Luming died, most of the famous sects would also obey Yan Shouyi.
And if Yan Shouyi dies, the folk sect may not recognize Yu Luming.
Therefore, Yu Luming believed that if one of the two of them had to put himself in danger, that person would have to be him! !
