Pang Jian leaned against the window, looking calmly and looking away from Fang Boxuan.
He was surprised.
The Blood Moon leader who was first met in Yuanmang and was always cautious or too timid actually had such an unknown side.
The second realm, the young master of the Valve Fang family?
Pang Jian Buglai stood up, Chixia Zhou was teased by Mo Linchuan, and when he broke through the Gangfeng layer again, Fang Boxuan tried his best to persuade everyone to give up the idea of seeking revenge against Mo Zong.
Or maybe he reminded everyone again and again that the Demon Sect is the strongest sect in the second world.
The Fang family was originally attached to the Demon Sect and was the leading powerhouse in the second world. However, it was because they failed to obey the Demon Sect's orders that they faced extinction.
As a victim, Fang Boxuan should be hated by the Cuo Mo Sect, so why do you want to persuade everyone to calm down?
"Does he not want to be noticed by the Demon Sect? Is he so afraid that he doesn't even dare to have the thought of seeking revenge?"
Pang Jian found it difficult to understand.
In the time that followed, the sword boat remained motionless.
Everyone is looking forward to the arrival of another group of people or another intelligent being.
They were eager, hoping that someone would come and give them a hand and take them out of the endless swamp of smoke.
Even if many ants have been released, they will all feel happy and excited if the flag flag entrusted by the foreign gods can reappear near the sword boat.
The situation remained unchanged, and no new people showed up for too long, making everyone anxious and unbearable.
However, the difficult situation of being trapped in the fog never turned around.
The fire of hope in everyone's heart is being worn away day by day as time goes by.
Later, everyone stopped practicing and had no intention to practice. They all looked at the eternal fog with confused expressions.
Pang Jian, who no longer understands the Chaos Sword Technique, can maintain the existence of the spiritual power shield and silently watch the various aspects of human nature in Jianzhou.
That day.
"He who can't wait for a turn of events doesn't want to wait until the spiritual jade is exhausted and suffer unknown infection and die like Wang Ji."
An outer disciple of the Jian Tower, his willpower suddenly collapsed after suffering from despair and fear for a long time.
He was on the deck screaming at the endless smoke.
"puff!"
He killed himself with the spiritual sword, blood spurted from his neck, and his head fell to the ground.
Negative despair began to spread rapidly from his suicide, gradually infecting more people.
Everyone watched as his flesh and blood rotted away first, and then his withered bones turned into bone powder and ashes, before he became part of the "strange mist".
"Wang Xin, he wanted to be with me before he died..."
An outer sect disciple from Heigu came to his fellow disciple. The emotions he had suppressed for many years exploded, and he said with hope: "He is an outer sect disciple, and I am an outer sect disciple. My master has always disagreed.
It’s their business.”
"There is not much jade left in his legs. I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for a few more days. Wang Xin, I beg you, if you are willing, they..."
He looked at his beloved nervously but boldly.
The petite female disciple of Heigu pursed her lips and nodded gently, and said with a smile on her face: "He is willing."
So the two of them took their legs to the first floor of Jianzhou, found a vacant room, and went to enjoy the pleasure of fish and water.
"Zhao Liqun!"
An outer disciple of the Sword Tower took out his spiritual sword and pointed it at his fellow sect, saying: "I have tolerated me for a long time! He has always known that his Huanyun Sword will only appear after a few months of letting me figure it out."
Question! Zhao Liqun, I am a despicable villain. During a hunting operation, he almost died because of a mistake made by the Magic Cloud Sword!"
"No he did it."
Another outer disciple of Jianlou sneered: "I and he both have the opportunity to be promoted to outer disciples during the first test in the east. I am his biggest competition. It is natural that he wants me to die."
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"Haha! Zhao Liqun, everyone wants to die anyway, he must let me be one step ahead of him tomorrow!"
Two Jianlou disciples, including Qi Qingsong with a pale face, were engaged in a decisive battle on the gradually opening deck.
As the sword light flew by, their spiritual energy shields were each shattered by the wrong party.
Almost at the same time, they were affected by the strange force in the smoke. Their flesh and blood were eroded first, and the dead bones stained with blood stains were also turned into bone powder and dispersed.
During this period, Qi Qingsong, knowing that he could no longer control it, remained silent throughout the whole process.
In Dangdong, where there is no hope, the so-called order has little meaning.
Wrong for those who resigned themselves to their fate and those who wanted to die, he simply couldn't restrain them anymore.
He is planning to die, so who cares about his attitude?
"Peng!"
A beautiful and charming female outer sect disciple from Black Valley was originally nestled next to an outer sect disciple from Black Valley, but she unexpectedly struck her leg and dented the chest of that outer sect disciple.
The dark, short and ugly outer disciple couldn't believe it before he died. He stretched out his legs and pointed at her: "Why?"
"Pooh!"
The female disciple spat, walked away from his gradually extinguishing light blue shield, and said sternly: "Please, if I give him some pills from time to time and teach him the way to practice, will he serve such a disgusting thing like me?
"
"I don't even urinate and look after myself. Do you really think he will admire me fiercely and serve me willingly?"
She suddenly looked gloomy, laughed nervously twice, and said: "Liu Hai, he avenged me."
"When they formed a team together, I was killed by Fan Qizhi's trick. He knew that his wrong leg was wrong, but Zhu Qi endured it without knowing it, and he finally killed him tomorrow!"
The murderer watched the outer disciple named Fan Qi die with an expression of relief on his face.
After confirming that Fan Qi was really dead, she smiled happily and killed herself.
Despair is widespread.
After all kinds of negative emotions fermented and brewed, all kinds of strange things happened frequently in Jianzhou.
Everyone gradually became numb.
"Everything in life is treacherous, and people's hearts are treacherous."
Zhou Qingchen also came to the window and looked at the east with Pang Jian. After sighing with emotion, he suddenly said: "Pang Jian, he doesn't have enough spiritual jade in his legs."
"Um."
Pang Jian took out half of his spiritual jade and handed it to him, feeling extremely emotional.
He didn't know how long it had been, but when the sword boat was lost in the "strange fog", he had a feeling that could see the complexity of people's hearts.
Those who are truly desperate, seeing the end of the month approaching day by day, will no longer be surprised if Bu Shen does any strange things.
He may even feel normal...
When he was in the Yunlei Forbidden Land, through a cracked space gap, he saw the powerful foreign object like a lion or a tiger, and went crazy when he sensed a clear target.
He finally had a profound understanding of the eagerness he felt for the foreign object and the excitement of the hope rekindled in his heart.
It wasn't until he was in the "strange fog" and also lost that he realized how miserable it was to be in that endless, hopeless and helpless environment.
Death may not really be a relief.
Those with weak willpower will watch their spiritual jade diminish day by day, and watch the people around them being infected and turn into nothingness one by one. They will be tortured both physically and mentally all the time.
——It is a slow torture that acts on the heart and soul.
That's scarier than facing death.
How long has it been?
Those people who were with Jianzhou were already full of ugliness, and the dark sides inside their hearts were raging.
That foreign object that has been wandering in the "strange fog" for an unknown number of years, has been infected by how much time it has endured?
He didn't even have an intelligent being that could speak. His flesh and blood were corroded and only his bones remained.
But He is still struggling to find a chance of survival.
"The strong are always strong because of their perseverance and willpower and because they never give up."
Pang Jian had a realization.
He regarded Jianzhou's loss as a practice to sharpen his external mind and strengthen his willpower.
He strengthened his belief and was prepared to never give up even at the last step.
After some time, Pang Jian left his room and found Qi Qingsong walking away in the stands on the third floor.
"The property of the deceased, the spiritual jade and spiritual weapons that can be used, should be distributed uniformly as long as they have spiritual power, right?"
"For those who are hopeful and willing to continue waiting to go east, please confirm that they are really out of spirit jade, so that they can be given priority."
Pang Jian put forward his own suggestions.
Qi Qingsong was shocked and said: "I don't give up?"
Pang Jian nodded: "If you are alive, you are very hopeful."
"he……"
Qi Qingsong's calm inner lake now has a ripple.
The ripples gradually expanded, and his gray eyes shone brightly little by little.
"Okay, let him go to the unified command and dispatch!"
Qi Qingsong, who had already accepted his fate and mistakenly allowed everyone to leave Bu Sheng alone, suddenly flew down from the stand on the third floor of Jianzhou and began to collect the things left behind by the Bone Destroyer.
He encouraged everyone's morale.
He shouted loudly, asking everyone to keep going east and never give up.
However, not many people really listen to it.
Many people who are still alive look at him with blank eyes.
Those people were obviously alive, but their eyes were filled with the hope of death.
The heart, willpower, and desire to survive seem to have been completely eroded away.
To those people's fault, no matter what Qi Qingsong said, they had no reaction at all.
They just walked around numbly, mechanically, and stiffly, holding the jade in their palms to draw strength.
Once the spiritual power of the jade in their legs is exhausted, they will take out one or two pieces again and continue to absorb it.
Until, when they could no longer produce the spiritual jade, they allowed the spiritual power shield to disappear, allowed themselves to be infected by the thick fog, and allowed themselves to become part of nothingness.
They are very alive, but they seem to be dead long ago.
"It's useless. No matter what I say, it's meaningless to them. He feels that they can't hear me because there's something wrong with their souls."
The silver-haired girl Zhao Yuanqi was walking on the deck, and Qi Qingsong, who was trying to revive everyone's morale, said: "People are most afraid of completely losing hope. Over time, it will become like that."
"Unless the sword boat successfully reaches the Forbidden Land, or returns to purgatory from the strange fog."
"otherwise……"
Zhao Yuanqi shook her head: "Otherwise, it's useless what I say, they won't be able to listen, and Keke won't be able to hear it at all."
Qi Qingsong was shocked.
Looking at the living dead walking numbly, a kind of fear emerged in his heart, and he looked sharply at Pang Jian on the deck.
At that time, did he think...
Pang Jian comes to him, Pang Jian shuts up with him, Pang Jian helps him strengthen his confidence and belief, will he gradually become like those people?
He didn't remember how long he had been gone, nor how long he hadn't spoken before Pang Jian came to find him.
The survivors in Jianzhou who should have exploded with negative emotions and those who should have settled their grudges and celebrated the holidays have already settled them long ago.
It has been a long, long time since there have been any conflicts or exceptions.
On that sword boat, there were still many people alive, but no one had spoken for a long time.
Walking around, coming and going, talking, everyone stopped.
Qi Qingsongben is also gradually becoming numb, and it seems that at a certain moment, he will become one of those living dead who have lost hope.
He suddenly felt great fear.
Observing carefully, he found that those people whose eyes were very alert and who listened to him were indeed... not many.