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So continue.

Continue the horror, continue the pain.

Zheng Fei never cared about these things, he only cared about "fun" and "happiness".

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

Because you can't be happy when you're dead.

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

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

Simply throwing dead bodies is too boring.

So he started throwing to the left, throwing to the right, throwing in circles, throwing high throws... He changed various tricks, and of course he would definitely fall into the tripod in the end.

That tripod... is never full.

Bloody flames were burning, and there was a suffocating smell in the air. It could be burnt, fishy, ​​or some other pungent smell, all mixed together menacingly.

But sniffing carefully, the smell does not exist. It seemed to exist only in fantasy, in fear.

The monks who sealed the two veins looked at the cauldron in fear and pleading, hoping that the "balanced blood" would be refined immediately. To pull them out of the abyss of despair.

Even if it's their classmates, blood relatives, friends... In short, hurry up!

Let this nightmare moment pass sooner!

Li Shou didn't speak, and Fang Heling was also silent.

On such a night, it was suddenly too quiet.

Swallows don't like this quietness.

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

"You are safe, you are very happy! But happiness is not something that falls from the sky, it needs to be paid and maintained."

She said: "Now I give you a task, help me watch the monks who seal the two veins of the pool, and don't let them escape. As long as one of them escapes, two of you will die. It's fair, isn't it?"

She clapped her hands crisply: "That's the decision!"

There were about four times as many monks with other surnames as there were monks from Fengchi's two veins. Originally scattered around, they threw away their weapons and scattered their Taoism, neither daring to resist nor escaping. Just wait for this group of demons to achieve their goals and let them go.

They have sympathy, sadness, and joy in their hearts. Sympathize with 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 changed immediately.

From a brief "outsider", they were pulled back into the game.

There is no discussion, no communication, but there is a silent tacit understanding. They dispersed naturally, and silently surrounded the monks of the two veins of Fengchi in the open space.

Under the instinctive desire to survive... many beasts will eat their companions.

It is not that there are no brave ones among the monks in Qing Yunting, but the brave ones have been killed first, and they will not survive now.

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

This "evil" is deeper.

Jiang Wang held the sword, feeling the strong killing intent in his heart.

These people are not worthy of being called human beings, they have absolutely no human bottom line, they are more demonic than demons.

But reason firmly suppressed his impulse.

Even if his current strength has reached a new peak, if he wants to face these four monsters, he will still have to die.

Whether it's the evil, the flesh, or this swallow, he is not sure.

Within the Five Houses Sea, the blue clouds under the Yunding 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 two veins of Feng and Chi finally fell into the cauldron and were silently boiled. The so-called balanced blood still has no trace of forming.

It means... the hopes of the living monks who sealed the two veins of the pool were lost.

It's about to cook a living person.

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

She emphasized to everyone with her cold eyes - don't challenge the agreement.

Fear spread in the hearts of all the monks who sealed the pool, but no one stood up to resist.

If you resist, you will definitely die, but if you don't resist, it seems possible to live.

There are no "fools", "smart people" make "smart" choices.

So Zheng Fei stretched out his hand to grab it.

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

No screams, no wailing.

The living people who fell into the cauldron were silent.

It's just that the bloody flames under the tripod seem to be more vivid.

Zheng Fei tilted his head: "The hexagram master said that today is a good opportunity, the moon is dark, and the fairy palace is secret. This is indeed the case! There is really nothing weird and weird to stop us."

"Hey hey." Li Shou followed with a smile: "He is the weirdest, so after he finished the calculation, there is no weirdness!"

Zheng Fei laughed out loud, but he didn't know what he was laughing at.

Whether it's about Qingyun Pavilion, or about that "gua master", these words don't seem to be funny at all.

In the many crises of extermination in the past, Qingyun Pavilion has always been able to survive for various reasons. Interested people then discovered that its inheritance is protected by a mysterious force.

And the mysterious "Gua Master" Luo Gua predicted that the power related to Yunding Immortal Palace has dissipated today. There was no shift in the result, as expected.

The two of them always have their own happiness.

Yanzi caressed Liang Jiu's face lightly, his movements were gentle, and his words were sad: "Ching Yun Ting is destined to perish today, my poor Xiao Jiu has a blood feud, and may not be able to love me properly."

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

"I have never been treated fairly in Qing Hoon Ting. As a disciple with a different surname, I have been discriminated against. I hate this place very much!" he said.

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

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

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

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

But Zheng Fei took big strides to grab the next person, it was still very easy.

Arrest people and cast a tripod.

The cauldron is blazing, but there is no smell of meat.

The secret of the Immortal Palace... Qingyun Pavilion is destined to perish today...

Combine these statements.

Jiang Wang had to think, did he take away the lost building to invalidate the mysterious power that Qingyun Pavilion could continue? Otherwise, everything would not be such a coincidence. What is that power?

What kind of "guarantor" is it that he is going to take Qing Yunting away today?

The clues in the dark, the mysterious and unpredictable fate, are completely unfamiliar fields for him, he can't perceive them, and he can't touch them.

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

Qingyun Pavilion belonged to Yunding Fairy Palace and brought him a fairy art.

People in the Immortal Palace may be conceited that Immortal Art is an art that transcends the times and transcends all directions, and they indeed preach this way.

For example, the opening chapter of this celestial art said—"Overpowering all generations, the secret of the Immortal Palace."

But in Jiang Wang's view, the fairy art system is still within the framework of the Taoist art system. Of course, after all, the Nine Great Immortal Palaces have relied on it for a lifetime, and the power of Immortal Art is generally stronger than most Dao Art.

Unlike Taoism, which is mostly issued with the seal, it is formed by drawing vitality. There is an important prerequisite for the display of fairy art, which requires "introduction".

"Intermediate" means between the two. "Shu Jie" is the bridge between art and people.

At this moment, the cyan cloud lingering under the Yunding fairy palace is the "shujie" of the fairy art that Jiang Wang has learned. It was brought to him by Qingyun Pavilion after returning to the throne.

In other words, the original meaning of Qingyun Pavilion is to provide a "skill introduction" for this fairy art.

Just like the Lingkong Temple absorbs vitality in an unknown place, a certain location connected to Qingyun Pavilion is also unknown to Jiang Wang now, let alone peeped.

He can only wait, wait for the "shujie" to take shape, and wait for the "shujie" to be enough to support the immortal art.

That may or may not create an opportunity.

Everything is unknown.

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

In the past, we may love each other, but in desperate situations, we only see each other killing each other.

Ugly, sinister, miserable.

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

This boastful and rich young man in the past lost his father overnight and destroyed the sect. From having nothing to having nothing. He himself became a lamb to be slaughtered.

Jiang Wang didn't want to think about it.

But the voice still seemed to ring in my ears——

"Songhai, take me to escape together!"

Under the Cloud Top Immortal Palace, more and more blue clouds gathered.

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

Ching Yun Ting may never have no reservations about him, but it did accommodate him for a short time.

Here, some people compete with him, and some have a good chat with him. Some people flatter him, some make him trip, some buy him, some discuss swordsmanship with him, and some want to adopt him as a foster son...

The monks of Qingyunting, like most people in this world, few are so bad that they ooze pus, and few are pure and kind.

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

They... shouldn't die.

Qingyun Pavilion has never done anything wrong that deserves to be exterminated.

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

Jiang Wang was wearing a nude cloak, lurking in the dark, motionless, feeling the formation of the "shujie".

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 wait for these demons to leave before leaving safely.

He also has many reasons why he needs "safety".

He still has a big vengeance to avenge, brothers and friends waiting for him, and the lovely Jiang An'an who needs to be taken care of...

He can find ten thousand reasons.

But no.