Zhuang Wudao smiled silently and glanced at Su Hanfang meaningfully: "Am I talking nonsense, or is Fairy Su unwilling to answer? Then let me ask you again, is your senior sister Fu Bingyan colluding with the Yuanshi Demon Sect?
?Instigated by Emperor Xuan Ye of the Yuanshi Demon Sect, to plot against me?"
Su Hanfang's body trembled slightly, then she turned her head, her eyes still dull and unwilling to answer. Not far away, Fenglian Tianzun, with cold eyes, stared at Zhuang Wudao, full of mockery: "These
I mean, I want to do something for you
Overturn the verdict? You have turned from Taoism to evil. You are the one to blame. Now you are still falsely accusing me, Xueyang Palace? Now that we have fallen into your hands, you can kill or behead us as you wish, but you cannot tolerate such evil obstacles as you.
"humiliation"
"Whether it's your own fault or not, you and I know clearly."
Zhuang Wudao was too lazy to argue with the woman. He waved his sleeves and gestured to the immortal Taoist not far away. The immortal Taoist immediately smiled, and black and gray mana spread out, covering hundreds of people in the field. Then he snapped his fingers, and those mana
It turned into the light of the death fog sword, and suddenly the heads of three hundred people fell at the same time, and hundreds of blood fountains flew up at the same time.
Su Hanfang's pupils were furious and her eyes were about to burst. At this moment, in front of her eyes, those people with severed heads were not completely dead yet, and their bodies turned into candles. Black flames burst out of their bodies, burning fiercely.
The soul and soul were trapped in the body, roaring and hissing in pain.
Blood sacrifice, another blood sacrifice, but this time, Ren Shanhe actually regarded these three hundred people as 'Devil Candles', and sacrificed them to the Demon Lord Abiping, experiencing the most cruel torture in the world.
You have to struggle and cry for a whole day in this severe pain before you can be freed. After death, your soul will be scattered, and you will not even have a chance to be taken away by the demon lord and transform into a demon insect.
"Ren Shanhe, you beasts, you bastards, you bastards, you vicious people, you devils will not die well."
Su Hanfang couldn't think of any curse words for a while, so she could only instinctively use the most vicious words in her memory to curse.
Immediately afterwards, Su Hanfang felt chills all over her body again, and realized that it was not just the more than 300 people whose heads had been beheaded. The rest of them were also being decapitated by the blood sacrifice formation.
Think of it as a 'magic candle'.
Even Fenglian Tianzun beside her is no exception.
"Isn't it good to die? It's ridiculous. If I let you manipulate me and obey your wishes, will I be able to die in peace?"
Zhuang Wudao looked indifferent, and did not pay attention to Su Hanfang's curses, nor was he moved: "Let me ask you again, did your senior sister Fu Bingyan ever serve as Huang Xuanye's concubine? How did she return?
Xueyang Palace? It’s best to tell the truth, I don’t have much patience. There are more than 600 people left here, and your life and death can be determined by your word, Su Hanfang.”
Su Hanfang's body trembled slightly, and she didn't know whether it was anger or fear. She raised her head with complex and angry eyes, and still looked at Zhuang Wudao with sharp eyes. After a long while, she was still speechless.
Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but shook his head slightly. The immortal Taoist over there had already understood. He snapped his fingers again, and another three hundred heads exploded at the same time.
When the blood fountain spurted out, all the bodies of these corpses burned, black fire gushes out, and turned into human-shaped 'fire candles'.
"Is Fairy Su still unwilling to answer? So, in Fairy Su's eyes, your senior sister Fu Bingyan and the reputation of Xueyang Palace are far more important than the lives of these Xueyang Palace disciples."
Zhuang Wudao was not surprised when he saw that Su Hanfang was gritting her teeth, a trace of blood dripping from the corners of her lips, her originally bright eyes had turned red, but she still had no intention of answering.
,
This is basically the case for most of the disciples of the sect. The survival of the sect's reputation is more important than personal honor and disgrace. Su Hanfang is a secret descendant of Xueyang Palace. No matter how upright and innocent her temperament is, she can still distinguish the important from the important.
If Xueyang Palace really admits to allowing Shanhe to become a demon and colluding with the Yuanshi Demon Sect, it will be an immediate disaster. What Wuming needs is a reputation and an excuse to take action against Xueyang Palace in a fair and just manner.
Therefore, even if all the people here die in front of Su Hanfang, this woman will never speak. If she refuses to admit it, it will only be the death or injury of these thousand people. But once it is endured, the loss of Xueyang Palace will never be more than this thousand.
Just people,
However, his original purpose was not to force Su Hanfang to answer. All the words he spoke had ulterior motives.
Would you rather sit back and watch a fellow disciple die tragically than you should be ashamed of what you did?
The effect seems to be very good. At this time, Zhuang Wudao can even feel the violent turmoil in Su Hanfang's mind, and the struggling emotions and unbearable resentment in his eyes are also clearly visible. Although
It was just a momentary fluctuation, but this woman was not good at hiding her emotions, and was accurately captured by Zhuang Wudao.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter if Fairy Su doesn't answer. Fairy only needs to know that more than a thousand monks and three hundred disciples of Xueyang Palace here died today because of your words, Fairy.
The Immortal Taoist did not wait for Zhuang Wudao's signal this time, and said, "Hey, he smiled. The Death Mist's magic power continued to fill the air, cutting like a blade, breaking into the chest and abdomen of the last three hundred people. The large intestines and internal organs escaped.
All the time it flows out like water.
More than a thousand people were divided into three groups, and each died in a different way. However, they all turned into magic candles. The silent wails coming from the depths of each person's soul made people's hair stand on end.
"You evil beast"
Fenglian Tianzun suddenly spit out blood foam in the direction of Zhuang Wudao. However, all her magic power was lost, and the blood foam was less than one foot before she was unable to fall.
"You devil beast, heaven and man are both angry. I, Xueyang Palace, will definitely cut you into pieces, so that you will die without a burial place. Hanfang doesn't need to worry about it. Our death here is determined by fate, and it is for my Xueyang Palace."
If you die, you will not regret it even if you are cut into pieces by a thousand cuts. This man has other agendas, so don’t fall for his evil trap."
Yun Zhao's eyes next to him were filled with unwillingness: "Ren Tianjun, Xueyang Palace has a lot of grudges against you, but I, the Jiehanshan Alliance, have no grudges against you. I have no choice but to get involved in this matter. I don't ask Tianjun
If you can save my life in Yunzhao, I only need the mercy of Heavenly Lord to allow my soul to be reincarnated. I will definitely remember Heavenly Lord's kindness in the lineage of Dian Xingfang of the Jiehanshan Alliance."
This is an act of submission and begging for mercy. However, as long as they are monks from the Jiehan Mountain League, most of them can understand the current affairs. It is better than dying of body and soul and turning into a demon candle.
Although the reincarnation of the Mahayana Heavenly Lord cannot keep the memory of the previous life, it can also bring some monk powers and enhance the physical fitness after the reincarnation.
Zhuang Wudao ignored it at all. Dianxingfang was also involved in the Renyuan Draft. This person was a child of an aristocratic family, and he may not be as innocent as he said.
Even if he is really innocent, he has only one word of death for this kind of person who has nothing to do with him but insists on interfering with him and wearing the same crotch with Xueyang Palace.
When he kills all the cultivators in the world, he dare not be his enemy. When he kills all the sects and sects, they all keep silent.
With an almost twisted weird smile on his face, Zhuang Wudao raised Su Hanfang's chin: "Fenglian Tianzun is actually right, I do have ulterior motives. However, all of this happened because of you and Fu
Starting from the cold face. Do you dare to say that the death of these people has nothing to do with you? Can you really feel no guilt?"
Su Hanfang's eyes were confused for only a moment, and then returned to their cold and condensed look. This time, she turned her head away, and the blood overflowing from the corners of her lips became increasingly bright red.
Zhuang Wudao suddenly laughed loudly, his voice was ferocious and ferocious, full of madness. He showed at least nine points of Ren Shanhe's proper emotions, and was full of grief and indignation.
"In the past ten years or so, I have often wondered in prison whether I would just follow your wishes and die like this, or die in the Hell of Demonic Tribulation. Let Fairy Su and your Xueyang Palace feel at ease from now on, Fu Bingyan
You can get away with it, and Huang Xuanye's transformation into a demon species can also be complete from now on. But in the end, you are still unwilling to accept it - "
With a move of his hand, the Demon God Tribulation Sword flew to Zhuang Wudao's side again. His hand gently stroked the dark red sword body, and the man looked up at the sky, sensing in the clouds that what had happened a moment ago
Coming, those tyrannical thoughts that were almost furious at this time. Zhuang Wudao's face gradually calmed down, but an inexplicable sneer appeared on the corner of his lips.
"Now that I have escaped, I can no longer do what you want. You Xueyang Palace and Yuanshi Demon Sect owe me, and I will eventually recover them one by one. Fairy, your true soul has been entrusted to the great day. I will temporarily kill you."
Not for you. But Fairy Su can remember that one day in the future, I will let you watch Xueyang helplessly.
Everyone in the palace will die under my sword. If you, Su Hanfang, regret it for the rest of your life, I will use your blood as a sacrifice today. I swear by my name, I will use all my strength to kill you as long as I live.
Your Xueyang Tianzhu will dig up the Nine Yang Tianhe River, destroy your mountain gate, destroy your Taoism, and make your Xueyang Palace never recover from now on."
Su Hanfang felt chills all over her body, and was about to say something when Zhuang Wudao struck with his sword, knocking off the heads of Fenglian Tianzun and Na Yunzhao.
At this time, within the thousand-foot radius, the river of blood has been exhausted. The blood is flowing smoothly, and two words are condensed on the ground, one is the word, and the other is the word "kill".
The handwriting is all sharp-edged and angular, each stroke is like a sword, and the ferocious aura rushes straight into the sky.
However, due to the induction of heaven and man, the sky was full of thunder and thunder. At this time, dark clouds shrouded the sky, and there was lightning and thunder. When the slightest raindrops fell, they turned out to be as red as blood.