In front of the huge stone slab of Heavenly Resentment, there is an open space that can accommodate about 9,000 people, surrounded by the fierce and powerful executioners of the Imperial Court.
Those prisoners of war with numb expressions, skinny bones, and no hope were driven into the center of the open space like cattle and sheep.
Some prisoners of war looked at the sky and then around them in confusion.
They were crowded together like broiler chickens in a small chicken coop. Some people's facial features had been deformed under the crowd.
Crowded!
Under the mighty officer's iron whip and sword, the space was packed to the brim.
What follows is a tragic scene.
Zhao Chu's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but clenched his fists, and his throat was burning.
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Under the feet of 9,000 people, a transparent barrier rose.
Like a cage, these crowded prisoners of war were imprisoned inside.
The prisoners of war were a little panicked, but most of them had indifferent faces. They had lost their fighting spirit and no longer regarded themselves as human beings.
"ah……"
Suddenly, someone howled miserably.
Then, there was chaos in the entire transparent cage.
high temperature!
The blazing high temperature seeps out from the ground.
The feet of the prisoners of war were like stepping on red-hot coke and countless red-hot sharp blades.
Stimulated by the severe pain, the prisoners of war howled miserably and tried to break free from the barrier.
pity!
There is no hope.
Under the violent stampede, more than a hundred people were trampled to death by their compatriots in an instant.
The high temperature comes from the ground.
Some prisoners of war put the people next to them on the ground, then stepped on their corpses, roaring and crying hysterically.
Useless!
At this time, Zhao Chu finally understood why Wei Tianhai used the word melting.
Like a candle.
Under the extreme heat, the prisoners of war were like frightened wax figures.
melt!
Real melt, skin, bones, guts, bones.
As long as it sticks to the ground without taking a breath, it will flow into an unknown thick liquid like a candle, and then penetrate deep into the ground.
Those prisoners of war who stepped on the corpses and stood on high ground were horrified to find that the life-saving corpses under their feet were slowly melting.
Their bodies, bit by bit, were sinking towards the terrifyingly hot ground.
Under the shadow of horrific death, the ugliness of human nature is fully displayed.
Massacre!
Bite!
hatred!
Survive!
At this moment, those prisoners of war finally became the most primitive beasts.
His only weapon is his teeth, which are not sharp.
The stench of blood has become the main melody and the only melody in this barrier cage.
Just a few minutes later!
This place has completely turned into a purgatory on earth, a place of hatred and anger.
Bodies are constantly piling up on the ground, and bodies are constantly melting.
Of the 9,000 prisoners of war, less than 50 survived.
They were frightened, but they had no choice but to fight.
Because only by killing the compatriots on the opposite side can you step on their corpses and live for one more second.
And those who were killed died in the hatred and hatred.
Their corpses were melted, like candles, carrying a malice that could not be washed away for a hundred years. They cursed the whole world and this cruel world of cannibalism.
Finally, only the two strongest prisoners of war were left in the cage.
Fight!
Finish!
A man stepped on another man's body and looked around blankly.
All 9,000 people who came in together disappeared, and their corpses were all melted into malice, and were swallowed by the cursed earth.
He panicked and watched helplessly as the last corpse beneath his feet melted.
at last!
He was the only one left in this empty cage.
The soles of his feet also felt the terrifying heat.
Zhao Chu will always remember this face.
Before death, this face was extremely complicated, so complicated that it was terrifying.
Confusion, despair, resentment, hatred, sadness!
The despair of fighting for a chance of survival, only to end up in the abyss, is breathtaking.
That twisted face simply deviated from the human race’s interpretation of expressions.
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it's over!
The open space in front of the Heavenly Resentment Slate was still empty except for the somewhat gloomy air.
Those 9,000 prisoners of war were like a bowl of devil's rice.
Swallow it all.
The smoke disappeared.
9,000 prisoners of war, with no evidence of their existence in the human world.
Their bodies melted into a smelly liquid and became the most original power of hatred, completing the Heavenly Resentment Slate.
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Zhao Chu's heart was trembling like never before.
He thought that he had seen the human slave city in the Demon Realm and had seen all the cruelty in the human world.
But in front of us is the mighty imperial court.
This royal court of the human race once again refreshed Zhao Chu's understanding of human nature.
Despicable and cruel, with a heart like a snake and a scorpion.
Wei Tianhai and his son have brought out the viciousness in human nature to the extreme.
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"It's the first time I see you. It's normal to feel a little uncomfortable. But you have to get used to it quickly. This is the nature of the world."
Seeing Lin Dongyou's abnormality, Wei Tianhai smiled calmly.
"Why not kill them and just use their bodies to commemorate the stone slab?"
Zhao Chu asked with a frown.
Even if you eat pigs, chickens, or fish, you must kill the animals.
And how could he be so ferocious towards people, towards people of the same kind?
Give them a good time!
Even if the other party is a mortal enemy.
This is the most life-like respect.
"Kill him and there will be no more resentment."
"As an emperor, you have to step on the corpses of common people to achieve great achievements."
Wei Tianhai always has a calm expression.
He understands Lin Dongwei's discomfort.
But you will be my right-hand man in the future, and you must face these cruelties.
Zhao Chu said nothing.
He quietly observed it.
really!
The people in the secret room all had indifferent faces.
They may have been used to this scene.
Especially Wei Shuangya.
His pupils were actually burning with excitement.
The second batch of 9,000 prisoners of war has been driven into the open space and once again shrouded in barriers.
They know their fate, so they are even more terrifying.
But there is no way.
Some people tried to escape and were beheaded directly.
There is never a shortage of prisoners of war in the Imperial Court of Divine Power, and a new batch of prisoners of war will soon be transported again.
This is a cruel bond that has no end at all.
Zhao Chu was covered in sweat.
In Tianyan Courtyard, there are endless amounts of Yuandu Jade.
One can imagine.
To collect so many Yuan Dou Yu, Wei Tianhai had to do so many unscrupulous and evil things.
In such a vast territory as the Divine Power Imperial Court, how many innocent souls are buried underground.
Zhao Chu's liver was trembling.
They originally thought that Wei Tianhai was a bit pitiful for having plotted against him countless times.
He even thought about one day destroying the Shenwei Imperial Court, giving the Wei family a place to live, allowing them to continue to live a wealthy royal life, and only depriving them of their authority.
But now it looks like.
I am really too naive and too pathetic.
His hypocrisy and pity make him look like a complete idiot.
"Lin Dongwei, there are some things that you can quickly adapt to."
"When I was very young, someone had my fortune told."
"The destiny of me, Wei Tianhai, is... one general will make all the bones wither."
Patting Zhao Chu's shoulder earnestly, Wei Tianhai continued to look at the light curtain.
The second round of massacre on the Heavenly Resentment Slate has come to an end.
A group of 9,000 people.
Ended in less than 2 minutes.
The lives of these 500,000 people seemed endless, but the actual killing took only more than an hour.
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I don’t know how many rounds of killings have passed.
Zhao Chu's heart became more and more numb.
Just like the first time he killed someone, he felt like vomiting. But after killing too many people, he no longer felt anything.
This is a terrible habit.
The scary thing is that I am getting used to this habit.
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"If Zhao Chu is not in Tianci Sect, what will happen to this curse?"
Suddenly, Zhao Chu turned around and asked Wei Tianhai.
"If Zhao Chu is not in the Tianci Sect, this curse will turn into nothing and disappear with the wind."
Wei Tianhai smiled, and then he looked at Lin Dongwei:
"However, I especially hope that Zhao Chu is not in the Tianci Sect."
Hearing this, Zhao Chu frowned.
"Why?"
He didn't understand why Wei Tianhai was happy when Zhao Chu was away because Shenwei Imperial Court had spent so much money on it.
"Because I arranged for 3,000 dead soldiers outside the Tianci Sect."
As long as Zhao Chu dares to step out of the Tianci Sect, he will definitely have no chance of survival.
Even the powerful Nascent Soul cannot stop it.
"I see!"
Zhao Chu nodded.
Wei Tianhai really hates himself unforgettable, and he took such great pains to do so.
"Not only Zhao Chu, but also within the Tianci Sect, I am sending people to infiltrate."
"Especially Zhao Chu's two confidants, they are both targets of the Divine Power Imperial Court. As long as there is a chance, the secret agents will definitely capture them both."
"They are Zhao Chu's destiny. If they control Ze Yanhua and Huang Lingling, they can control Zhao Chu's life."
"What a shame, because of the existence of Jing Qingsu, the secret agent of the Divine Power Imperial Court, the losses are serious and it is difficult to succeed!"
Then, when Wei Tianhai finished speaking, Zhao Chu wanted to kill this old bastard right away.
His reverse scales are Ze Yanhua and Huang Lingling.
It turns out that in the shadows that I didn't realize at all, the two major forces had already killed each other, and blood flowed like rivers.
Jing Qingsu!
Fortunately, the Tianci Sect had this person who could build that pitch-black wall in the darkness to keep out all the monsters and demons.
But even so, Wang Zhuqing still died.
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"Hmph, if it weren't for Najing Qingsu, today's generation of 40,000 demons would have died without leaving a trace. It's a pity that in the end we could only kill the insignificant Liu Zhuqing."
At this time, Wei Shuangya sighed.
Too late!
The golden period of killing forty thousand monsters has been missed.
Now that Wang Junchen and others have broken through the golden elixir, it is no longer possible to assassinate him.
Zhao Chu nodded and once again made a bloody mark on Wei Shuangya in his heart.
It turns out that my friends had narrowly escaped death countless times and were forced to a dead end by the Divine Power Imperial Court.
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"Lin Dongwei, you are the biggest contributor. When I, the Divine Power Imperial Court, destroy the Tianci Sect, I will imprison all those who have anything to do with Zhao Chu within the Heavenly Resentment Slate in this Sin City."
"I want Zhao Chu to see with his own eyes that everything about him will turn into a wisp of resentful dust!"
"Shen Fusheng, Jing Qingsu, Lu Xiuming, Liu Rongye... Wang Junchen, Ji Dongyuan, Ze Yanhua, Huang Lingling... Huang Gongyi, Li Jiuchuan... none of them can escape. I want to see with my own eyes, these people who dare to resist me,
How they killed each other in fear."
Wei Tianhai cherishes the people of Tianci Sect very much, and he looks forward to everything in the future.
But he could never know that beneath the calmness of the young man in front of him, there was such overwhelming anger.
Every name in your mouth is more important than life to Zhao Chu.
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Sin City!
I remember this place.
I also remember the faces of everyone present today.
Wei Tianhai!
Wei Shuangya!
Sooner or later, you two, father and son, will step onto the imprisoned place in front of the Heavenly Resentment Slate.
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