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 no choice but to let Yanzi help.
Because there is no way to be happy when you are dead.
He strode around the open space, picking up corpses one by one and throwing them into the cauldron easily.
He was casual and natural, as if he was cooking and adding a few pieces of pork to the pot.
Simply throwing bodies away is boring.
So he started throwing it to the left, throwing it to the right, spinning it, throwing it high... all kinds of tricks, but of course it would all fall into the cauldron in the end.
That cauldron... is never full.
The blood-colored flames burned blazingly, and a suffocating smell filled the air. It might be burnt, fishy, or some other pungent smell, all mixed together sinisterly.
But if you smell it carefully, the smell does not exist. It seems to exist only in fantasy and fear.
The monks in the two channels of Fengchi looked at the cauldron with fear and pleading, hoping that the "blood of balance" would be refined immediately to pull them out of the abyss of despair.
Even if they are cooking for their classmates, blood relatives, or close friends... in any case, hurry up!
Let this nightmare moment pass soon!
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 kind of silence.
So she suddenly turned her head and looked at the other monks outside Qingyunting Fengchi.
"You are safe and you are happy! But happiness is not something that falls from the sky. It requires dedication and maintenance."
She said: "Now I give you a task. Help me watch the two monks in Fengchi and don't let them escape. As long as one of them escapes, two of you will die. It's fair, right?"
She clapped her hands crisply: "That's it!"
The number of monks with other surnames present was approximately four times that of the two monks from Fengchi. They were originally scattered around, throwing away their weapons and throwing away their Taoism. They neither dared to resist nor escape. They just waited for these demons to achieve their goals.
Finally, let them go.
They felt sympathy, sadness, and happiness in their hearts. They sympathized with their brothers and sisters who had to suffer this fate, but they were also happy that they themselves did not need to be like this.
But as soon as Yanzi said this, the atmosphere suddenly changed.
They went from being "outsiders" for a short period of time to being brought back into the game.
There was no discussion or communication, but there was a silent tacit understanding. They dispersed naturally and silently surrounded the two monks in the open space.
Many wild beasts will eat their own companions due to their instinctive desire to survive.
It is not that there are no brave monks among the monks in Qingyunting, but the brave ones have been killed first and will not survive until now.
This female devil named Yanzi seems to have a kind of innate viciousness and enjoys the pain and ugliness of people in desperate situations.
This kind of "evil" is even deeper.
Jiang Wang held the sword and felt the strong killing intent in his heart.
These people are not worthy of being called human beings. They have absolutely no human bottom line and are more demonic than demons.
But reason firmly suppressed his impulse.
Even if his current strength has reached a new peak, facing these four demons will still only result in death.
He was not sure whether it was Wanshen, Peeling Meat, or this swallow.
In the Wufu Sea, the green clouds under the Yunding Immortal Palace are gradually gathering...
Fate is always cruel. In other words, there are always people who are creating cruel fate.
The corpses of the monks belonging to Feng and Chi finally fell into the cauldron and were boiled silently. The so-called blood of balance still showed no trace of its formation.
It means...that the hopes of the living monks from both Fengchi and Fengchi lines have been lost.
We're going to cook people alive.
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 gaze - don't challenge the agreement.
Fear spread in the hearts of all the Fengchi two-line monks, but no one stood up to resist.
If you resist, you will definitely die, but if you don't resist, it seems possible to survive.
There are no "fools", "smart people" make "smart" choices.
So Zheng Fei reached out and grabbed it.
A female monk suddenly raised her arm, as if she wanted to fight back instinctively, but before she could make a second move, she was grabbed by the arm and thrown directly into the cauldron.
No screams, no wails.
The living people who fell into the cauldron made no sound.
It's just that the bloody flames under the cauldron seemed a little brighter.
Zheng Fei tilted his head: "The divination master said that today is a good opportunity, the clouds are hiding the moon, and the fairy palace is lost. This is indeed the case! There is really nothing weird to stop us."
"Hehehe." Li Shou followed with a smile: "He is the weirdest, so after he finished the calculation, there is nothing weird!"
Zheng Fei burst out laughing, not knowing what he was laughing at.
Whether it's about Qingyunting or the "Gua Master", these words don't seem funny at all.
In the many crises of sect annihilation in the past, Qingyunting has always survived for various reasons. Those who are interested discovered that its inheritance is protected by a mysterious power.
And the mysterious "Gua Master" made a hexagram, predicting that the power related to Yunding Immortal Palace has dissipated today. The result was no deviation, and it was true.
The two of them always have their own happiness.
Yan Zi gently stroked Liang Jiu's face with gentle movements and sad words: "Qingyunting is destined to die 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.
"I have never been treated fairly in Qingyunting. As a disciple with a different surname, I have suffered discrimination. I hate it here very much!" he said.
"Hey!" Yanzi suddenly thought of something and said briskly: "Who has discriminated against you in the past? If you find out now, my sister will help you vent your anger, okay? Just cook him first!"
"This, I..." Liang Jiu was stunned.
"Silly boy." Yanzi rubbed his head and laughed again.
Li Shou looked at Zheng Fei, then at Yan Zi and Liang Jiu, as if he was wondering which one was more exciting.
But Zheng Fei took a big step and went to catch the next person. It was still very easy.
Arrest people and throw them into the cauldron.
The fire in the cauldron was blazing, but there was no smell of meat.
The secret of the Immortal Palace is lost... Qingyunting is destined to die today...
Combine these statements.
Jiang Wang had to think, was it because he had taken away the lost building that the mysterious power that Qingyunting could continue to be ineffective? Otherwise, everything would not be such a coincidence. What is that power?
Did that "Gua Master" expect that he would take away Qingyunting today?
The clues in the dark and the mysterious destiny are completely unfamiliar areas to him, which he cannot perceive or touch.
He could only watch silently, suffer silently, and wait.
Qingyunting returned to Yunding Immortal Palace and brought him an immortal technique.
People in the Immortal Palace may be arrogant that the magic of immortality is beyond the times and superior to all other arts, and they indeed promote it like this.
For example, the opening line of this immortal art says - "A secret passed down from the Immortal Palace for generations to come."
But in Jiang Wang's view, the immortal arts system is still within the larger framework of the Taoist arts system. Of course, after all, the Nine Immortal Palaces have relied on it to dominate the world, and the power of immortal arts is generally stronger than most Taoist arts.
Unlike Taoist magic, which mostly comes with seals and draws vitality, there is an important prerequisite for the use of immortal magic, which requires "skill introduction".
"Jie" means between the two. "Shu Jie" is the bridge between skills and people.
The green clouds that are dense under the Yunding Immortal Palace at this moment are the "technical introduction" of the immortal arts that Jiang Wang has learned. It was brought to him by Qingyunting after returning to his throne.
In other words, the original meaning of the Qingyunting building is to provide a "technical introduction" to this immortal art.
Just like Lingkong Temple absorbs vitality from an unknown place, a certain location connected to Qingyunting is also unknown to Jiang Wang now, let alone prying into it.
He can only wait, wait for the "shusuke" to take shape, and wait for the "shusuke" to be enough to support the immortal skills.
That may create an opportunity, or it may not.
Everything is unknown.
He saw that many monks in Qingyunting were divided into two groups. One group was lining up like animals waiting to be slaughtered, while the other group was "supervising" their fellow disciples and supervising them to die as animals.
In the past, we might have loved each other, but in desperate situations we only saw each other killing each other.
Ugly, sinister, miserable.
He saw Feng Ming, whose hands and feet were restrained, shaking on the ground.
This rich and wealthy young man who used to boast about everything lost his father overnight and destroyed his sect. From lacking everything to having nothing, he himself became a lamb to be slaughtered.
Jiang Wang didn't want to think about it.
But the voice still seems to ring in my ears——
"Songhai, take me to escape with you!"
Under the Yunding Immortal Palace, more and more cyan clouds are gathering.
Jiang Wang remembered that he had lived here for more than half a month. Although he had ulterior motives, most people here accepted him without knowing it.
Qingyunting may have never had any reservations about him, but it did tolerate him for a short time.
Here, some people competed with him, some had a pleasant conversation with him. Some people tried to please him, some tried to trip him up, some bribed him, some discussed swordsmanship with him, and some wanted to adopt him as their adopted son...
The monks in Qingyunting, like most people in this world, are not so bad that they ooze pus, and few are pure and good.
They had good times and bad times, there were times when they were kind, and there were times when they were dominated by evil thoughts. They also fought for power, and they really loved each other.
They...should not die.
Qingyunting has never done anything wrong that deserves to be exterminated.
If there is no reward for good and evil, there will be selfishness in everything.
Jiang Wang was wearing a veil and lurking motionless in the darkness, feeling the "shujie" taking shape.
He can be silent, he can continue to be silent.
These demons have not discovered him now, and it will be difficult to find him in the future.
As long as he is silent.
He could completely wait for these demons to leave before leaving safely.
He also has many reasons why he needs "security".
He still has a great revenge that has not been avenged, he still has brothers and friends waiting for him, and there is also the lovely Jiang Anan who needs to be taken care of...