The people who were already red-eyed were suddenly clear-headed, and immediately felt a bit disgusted and ashamed.
I felt that it was too devaluing my own life to fight to the death and abandon my own life just for some grudges between the sect.
You should cherish your life more. You only have one life. If you die, you can never come back again.
So if you can live, live, if you can live, don't fight.
Moreover, there is no need to take it too seriously when obeying the sect's orders to fight. Just pretending to be perfunctory is enough.
Once this thought came up, it began to take root in my mind, and then the movements of my hands began to become lighter and no longer so fierce.
The Heart Purifying Curses fell one after another, and the scene quickly eased and dissipated tragically. The disciples on both sides began to deal with it.
Some are filled with hatred and murderous intent.
Either one of their brothers or a relative or friend was killed by the other party, and they must take revenge, but as soon as the Pure Heart Curse fell upon them, they suddenly felt a little stupid.
The dead person is already dead. Even if he takes revenge, there is no way to bring him back to life. He can only vent his anger.
But if you sacrifice yourself and give up your life for this, is it really worth it?
Do you want to go down there and accompany me?
Selfish thoughts began to emerge one after another, beginning to undermine their determination and will for revenge, and they began to hesitate.
Once he hesitates, he begins to vent his anger and murderous intent, his actions become gentler, and the conflict begins to de-escalate.
Fakong watched as people began to wake up one after another under the Heart-Cleaning Curses, no longer so desperate, and couldn't help but sigh to themselves.
Under the Purifying Mantra, people began to regain their sobriety and were no longer influenced by emotions or driven by emotions.
As a result, the balance of interests was restored and the selfish instinct was restored.
Human nature is selfish, no exception.
While sighing with emotion, he cast Buddhist mantras, a combination of heart-purifying mantras and rejuvenation mantras.
He arrived in time, and even those who were fatally injured and died were dragged directly back from the gate of hell under the blessing of the rejuvenation spell, and they all came back to life.
He could clearly feel the power of faith falling on him one after another, and then he expanded the Xiaoxitian Paradise he built around it, covering the entire Haitian Cliff.
While they were fighting and everyone's attention was drawn here, he quickly arranged the altar and established a small Western paradise.
The scope of this Xiaoxitian Paradise is extremely small, covering only a mountain top.
The Tianhai Sword Sect is not a vegetarian, it also has treasures to protect itself, making it difficult for outsiders to sneak in silently.
The Xiaoxitian Paradise he built is not on the Haitian Cliff, but on a nearby mountain peak, adjacent to the Haitian Cliff.
With the creation and increase of these beliefs, the Little Western Paradise on the mountain peak expanded rapidly, getting closer to the Haitian Cliff little by little.
Then it invaded Haitian Cliff and finally covered the entire Haitian Cliff.
In Xiaoxitian's paradise world, he can understand everything and even control most of the world and life and death.
This means that the life and death of the entire Haitianya lies in the palm of his hand. If he wants to kill them, they may even be dead before they realize it. Even when they die, they don’t know how they died or who killed them.
Once this feeling develops, you will inexplicably feel that the world is under your feet and everything is under your control.
He hurriedly dismissed this thought and tried to become humble and maintain his original caution.
As the Xiaoxitian Paradise covered the entire Haitian Cliff, it also enveloped the two warring parties.
He can invisibly affect their emotions, making them depressed or high-spirited, calm or fanatical.
You can even directly control their life and death.
At this point, he no longer wanted to kill them, so he titheed and disappeared without a trace.
People stared wide-eyed, suspecting that they were dazzled, but the vitality in their bodies reminded them of Fa Kong's arrival.
"Stop." A deep voice shouted.
The people who were fighting on both sides looked over and saw a group of men and women wearing purple robes floating in the air, covered in dust.
The middle-aged man in front of him has a face like a crown jade, eyes like bright stars, cold lightning bursting from his eyes, and a high-spirited look. He is none other than Xin Wang Chuxiang.
He stopped at the foot of the mountain, stared at everyone gloomily, and shouted: "Chu Xiang, the master of Shenwu Palace, please stop!"
His words were like thunder that shook the sky.
Without orders from the senior officials of their respective sects, the people continued to fight without stopping. They just stared at Chu Xiang curiously.
Next to Chu Xiang were more than a hundred masters from the Shenwu Palace, wearing purple robes, staring at everyone with solemn expressions, ready to make a move.
Their eyes sparkled with light, staring at the masters on both sides as if they were prey, ready to pounce at any time.
Chu Xiang sneered, stared at the opposite side, and said coldly: "Zhu Sima!"
"Yes." Zhu Ni responded softly.
She stood beside Chu Xiang and remained silent, as if invisible.
She clearly has a graceful figure and beautiful appearance. Standing among the masters of Shenwu Mansion, she should stand out like a chicken, like a flower among the green bushes.
But no one noticed her.
However, he was wearing the jade pendant given by Fakong, which covered his aura and momentum and did not attract anyone's attention.
Zhu Ni's bright eyes looked around, her clear eyes moved, but the people who were fighting couldn't help but smile.
He actually asked a delicate woman to take action. Is this a honey trap? There is only one Leng Feiqiong!
People on both sides didn't take it seriously.
Only some people who knew the details of Zhu Ni secretly thought something was wrong, so they hurriedly retreated and began to exercise their skills.
Zhu Ni worked as a guard in Prince Ming's Mansion, and some masters of the Demon Sect knew about her deeds and knew that she was proficient in the art of sound killing.
Zhu Ni said softly: "Dear heroes, the master of the palace has an order. Under the divine military order, those who violate it will be severely punished!"
Her soft words reached everyone's ears without interruption, and no one missed them.
People on both sides sneered.
They didn't care about Zhu Ni's soft words.
Shenwu Palace is powerful, but at this time, is Shenwu Palace going to fight one against two and suppress both sides at the same time?
With more than a hundred of them?
Shenwu Mansion is nothing special!
The Six Paths of the Demon Sect were dissatisfied with the Shenwu Palace, while the Tianhai Sword Party lost their respect for the Shenwu Palace and did not feel that they could do anything to win over them.
Under such circumstances, after Zhu Ni finished speaking, they continued to fight, but the intensity had been greatly reduced. They focused on self-protection and gradually became evenly matched.
But there was no ceasefire.
Both sides are holding back their strength and want the other side to give in first, but their side will never give in and cannot lose in terms of momentum.
Chu Xiang snorted coldly: "They are a bunch of ignorant people, there is no need to talk to them, just come here!"
"Yes." Zhu Ni nodded lightly.
She took off a jade flute from her slim waist and put it elegantly to her red lips.
In contrast to the jasper flute, her cherry mouth becomes more tender and moist, as if it is flowing with soft light.
Several masters of the Six Paths of the Demon Sect hurriedly retreated, escaped from the battle circle, then pressed their ears with their hands and began to use their skills to resist.
The others looked at them inexplicably, and then heard the clear and sweet sound of the flute.
The sound of the flute is flying, just like a flock of birds flying from the top of the tree, flying up to the sky in one breath, and flying in the sky.