Heart Survey

Chapter 779
So continue.

Continue the horror, continue the pain.

Zheng Fei never cared about these things, he only cared about "interesting" and "happy".

But the old man asked Yanzi to help, so he had to ask Yanzi to help.

Because you can't be happy when you die.

He strode around in the open space, picked up the corpses one by one, and threw them into the tripod with ease.

He was casual, naturally, as if he was cooking, adding a few pieces of pork to the pot.

Simply throwing dead bodies is boring.

So he started throwing to the left, throwing to the right, circling throwing, throwing high throws... in various ways, of course, he would eventually fall into the tripod.

That tripod... is not always full.

The blood-colored flames were burning, and there was a suffocating smell in the air.It could be burnt, fishy, ​​or some other pungent smell, sinisterly mixed together.

But if you sniff carefully, the smell doesn't exist.It seems to exist only in fantasy, in fear.

The monks who sealed the two veins looked at the cauldron with fear and pleading, hoping that some ghost "Blood of Balance" would be refined immediately.to pull them out of the abyss of despair.

Even if it is their same family, blood relatives, friends... In short, hurry up!

Let this nightmare time pass sooner!
Li Shou did not speak, and Fang Heling was also silent.

Such a night was suddenly too quiet.

Swallows don't like this kind of silence.

So she suddenly turned her head and looked at the other monks outside the Qingyun Pavilion Fengchi two veins.

"You are safe, you are happy! But happiness is not something that falls from the sky, it requires effort and maintenance."

She said: "Now I give you a task to help me watch the monks in the two veins of Fengchi, and don't let them escape. If they run away one, you will both die. Fair enough, right?"

She clapped her hands crisply: "That's it!"

The cultivators with other surnames present were about four times as many as the cultivators from Fengchi's two veins.Originally scattered around, throwing weapons, and dispersing Taoism, neither dared to resist nor escape.Just wait for this group of demons to achieve their goals and let them go.

They have sympathy, sadness, and joy in their hearts.Sympathy for their fellow brothers and sisters, to suffer this bad luck.Thankfully they don't need to.

But as soon as Yanzi said this, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

They were pulled back into the game from their short-lived "outsiders".

There is no negotiation, no communication, but there is a silent tacit understanding.They spread out naturally, and silently surrounded the two-meridian monks in the open space.

Many beasts will eat their companions under their instinctive desire to survive.

It is not that there are no brave people among the monks in Qingyun Pavilion, but the brave ones have already been killed one step ahead, and they will not live now.

This female devil named Yanzi seems to have a natural viciousness, enjoying the pain and ugliness of people in desperate situations.

This "evil" is deeper.

Jiang Wang held the sword and felt the strong killing intent in his heart.

These people are not worthy of being called human beings. They have absolutely no bottom line for human beings.

But reason firmly suppressed his impulse.

Even if his current strength has reached a new peak, to face these four demons, there is still only one outcome of death.

Whether it is all evil, cutting meat, or this swallow, he is not sure.

In the Sea of ​​Five Houses, the azure clouds under the Genting Immortal Palace are gradually gathering...

Fate is always cruel.In other words, someone is always creating a cruel fate.

The corpses of the monks belonging to the Feng and Chi veins finally fell into the cauldron and were silently boiled.The so-called blood of balance still has no trace of its formation.

It means that... the hopes of the living monks who have sealed the two veins of the pond are in vain.

To cook alive.

Yanzi looked at them coldly. She had made a statement in advance, and everyone should have reached a consensus.

She emphasized to everyone with a cold gaze - don't challenge the agreement.

Fear spread in the hearts of all the monks of Fengchi and Liangmai, but no one stood up to resist.

If you resist, you will die, but if you don't resist, you may live.

There are no "dumbs", "smart people" who make "smart" choices.

So Zheng Fei reached out and grabbed it.

A female cultivator suddenly raised her arm, as if she wanted to fight back instinctively, but before she could make a second action, she was grabbed by her arm and threw it directly into the cauldron.

No screaming, no wailing.

The living people who fell into the tripod were silent.

It's just that the blood-colored flames under the tripod seem to be more vivid.

Zheng Fei tilted his head: "The Gua master said that today is a good opportunity, the dark clouds hide the moon, and the Asgard has lost its secret. This is true! There is really nothing strange to stop us."

"Hey hey hey." Li Shou laughed along: "He's the weirdest, so after he's done counting, there's no weirdness!"

Zheng Fei burst out laughing, not knowing what he was laughing at.

Whether it's about Qingyun Pavilion, or about the "Diagram Master", this doesn't seem to be funny at all.

In the past many times of sect extinction crisis, Qingyun Pavilion has always survived for various reasons.Those with a heart then discovered that its legacy was protected by a mysterious power.

And the mysterious "Diagram Master" has fallen, and the power related to Yunding Asgard has been dissipated today.There was no deviation in the results, as expected.

Both of them always have their own happiness.

Yanzi gently stroked Liang Jiu's face, her movements were gentle, and her words were sad: "Qingyun Pavilion is destined to die today. My poor little Jiu has a deep hatred of blood, and there may be no way to love me well."

"No." Liang Jiu swallowed nervously and quickly denied it.

"I have never been treated fairly in Qingyunting. As a disciple of another surname, I have been discriminated against. I hate it very much here!" he said.

"Hey!" Yanzi suddenly thought of something, and said briskly: "Someone discriminates against you in the past, you find out now, my sister will help you vent your anger, okay? Just cook him first!"

"This, I..." Liang Jiu was stunned.

"Silly boy." Yanzi rubbed his head and laughed again.

Li Shou looked at Zheng Fei and Yan Zi and Liang Jiu at the same time, and seemed to be struggling with which side was more exciting.

And Zheng Fei took a big step and went to catch the next person, still very easy.

Arrest people, cast the tripod.

The cauldron is roaring, and there is no meat fragrance.

Asgard has lost its secret... Qingyun Pavilion is destined to die today...

Combine these statements.

Jiang Wang had to think, did he take away the lost building, which made the mysterious power that Qingyun Pavilion can continue to fail?Otherwise it wouldn't be such a coincidence.That power, what is it?

That "Diagram Master", is he going to take away the Qingyun Pavilion today?
The clues in the dark, the mysterious fate, are completely unfamiliar to him, unable to perceive and touch.

He could only watch silently, suffer silently, and wait.

Qingyunting returned to the Genting Asgard and brought him an immortal art.

The people of Asgard may be conceited that Immortal Art is an art that transcends the times and surpasses all directions, and they indeed preach it.

For example, in this immortal art, it said at the beginning - "It covers all ages, the secret legend of Asgard."

But in Jiang Wang's view, the system of immortality is still within the framework of the Taoist system.Of course, after all, the Nine Great Immortal Palaces used it to overwhelm the world, and the power of immortal arts was generally stronger than most Taoist arts.

Unlike Taoism, which is mostly issued with printing, it is formed by attracting vitality.There is an important premise for the performance of fairy magic, it needs "surgery".

The "intermediary" is between the two. "Surgery" is the bridge between art and people.

At this moment, the azure cloud enveloping under the Genting Immortal Palace is the "skills" of the immortal arts that Jiang Wang learned.It was brought to him by Qingyunting after returning to his place.

In other words, the original meaning of the building of Qingyun Pavilion is to provide "skills" for this immortal art.

Just like Lingkong Temple absorbs vitality in unknown places, a certain location connected to Qingyun Pavilion is also unknown to Jiang Wang now, and it is impossible to spy on it.

He can only wait, waiting for the "shuji" to take shape, waiting for the "shuji" to be enough to support immortal magic.

That might create an opportunity, or it might not.

Everything is unknown.

He saw that many monks in Qingyun Pavilion were divided into two groups. One group was lined up like animals waiting to be slaughtered, while the other group was "supervising" his fellow monks, supervising them to die as animals.

In the past, or in love with each other, in desperation, I saw each other kill each other.

Ugly, sinister, miserable.

He saw Feng Ming, whose hands and feet were restrained, trembling on the ground.

This rich and noble son who used to talk so much, lost his father overnight and destroyed the sect.From lack of nothing to nothing.He himself became a lamb to be slaughtered.

Jiang Wang didn't want to think about it.

But the voice still seemed to be ringing in my ears—

"Songhai, escape with me!"

Under the Genting Immortal Palace, the blue clouds gathered more and more.

Jiang Wang remembered that he had lived here for more than half a month.Although it was for a different purpose, most of the people here accepted him without knowing it.

Qingyunting may have never had any reservations about him, but it did accommodate him for a short time.

Here, some people compete with him, and some people have a good time with him.Some people flattered him, some stumped him, some bought him, some discussed swordsmanship with him, and some wanted to take him as an adopted son...

The monks of Qingyun Pavilion, like most of the people in this world, are not too bad and pus, and not many are pure and good.

They have good and bad, moments of goodness and moments of being dominated by evil thoughts.They also fought for power, and they really loved each other.

They... don't deserve to die.

Qingyunting did not do anything wrong that deserved to be destroyed.

If there is no retribution for good and evil, there must be selfishness in the universe.

Jiang Wang was wearing a cloak, lurking in the dark without moving, feeling the formation of the "surgery".

He can be silent, he can continue to be silent.

These demons have not found him now, and it will be difficult to find him in the future.

As long as he is silent.

He can completely wait for these people and demons to leave, and then leave safely.

He also has many reasons why he needs to be "safe".

He still has a big revenge to avenge, brothers and friends are waiting for him, and the lovely Jiang Anan needs to be taken care of...

He can find 1 reasons.

But no.

(End of this chapter)