Immortality Cultivation Era

Fairy Rose guessed that there might not be any chance in the fairy tale.

However, she did not tell Zhou Ju because at one-and-a-half, even she would not accept this fact.

Not to mention, Zhou Ju.

Possibly, the people in Haoyue Xianzong are the same as the people in this cannibal village.

People in Cannibal Villages are reluctant to accept the fact that they are wicked, even if they know it themselves.

The people of Haoyue Xianzong are reluctant to accept the reality that the fairy tale can no longer give chance, even if they know...

...

The fairy rose slammed her gaze, her eyes dull.

She looked at the numb villagers and the merchants who were tied up by the five flowers. The mind was originally a mess, but now it seems that she has caught the thread.

perhaps……

Fairy Trail is using this method to tell yourself not to avoid it?

People in these villages can survive without eating people, and they can survive better. At the very least, they live in the sun.

But think about it, why isn't Haoyue Xianzong now?

They put all the hopes of the martial arts on the fairy trail.

Because the fairy trails did not give them a chance, they were uneasy.

In fact, this is a very dangerous signal in itself.

What is chance?

Opportunity was originally erratic.

There are fifty avenues and forty-nine days.

Sooner or later, the chance in the fairy trail will disappear, and even the water in the well will dry up.

But they put all hope on this illusory opportunity.

Originally, Haoyue Xianzong was a martial art. Is it because they lost this so-called immortal mark, they could not maintain their current status?

This should not be the case.

Nor can it be!

So now, Rose Fairy begins to wonder.

Is the scene in front of you also instilling such thoughts in yourself?

All in all, Fairy Rose thinks that this trip to the fairy tale is not in vain.

at this time.

The young man was tied to a wooden pile.

Those caravans are close to him.

"Hey, I said, little brother, you can't do it! Do you have to do anything to die?" Beard laughed.

Mr. Storyteller glanced at him with a throat, and said aloud: "The gentleman does something, does something!"

The great man was happy and said, "Have the gentleman ever said, Mingzhe keeps his body?"

"..." The book was angry and broken, "Don't mess with my heart!"

The big man laughed.

I couldn't help laughing, and even tears burst out of my eyes.

Even if the tears of Dahan laugh came out, no one would think he was because of fear.

From beginning to end, Dahan did not show the slightest timidity.

It seems that the person's design is standing here.

Fearless, heaven and earth!

"Little brother, I have met many people in my life, but it is really rare for you to be as interesting as you. If we were planted this time, we would all be dead. how is it?"

"Also." Mr. Storyteller was free and easy.

"Haha, come on!" The big man laughed loudly, "Before dying, there are still many brothers, which is a big blessing in life!"

"Do it," said Shen Sheng, the village chief.

He was already impatient.

The more free and easy this man is, the more uneasy he is.

Young and middle-aged in several villages, they carried choppers and prepared to start.

When a knife falls, a human head rolls off.

Such things, they seem to have been very skilled.

There is no pause.

And those villagers' eyes are cold enough.

This is not the first time they have seen it.

Zhou Ju looked at it, and all felt very uncomfortable. There was a lot of anger in his heart, which was burning.If he could, he must really want to kill the people in this village!

Han's head fell to the ground.

Only the woman, her eyes flicked, but it was fleeting.

Dahan is not the first one she saw, nor the last one.

In the future, there will be countless people who will die here.

Just like this caravan, there are many martial arts and strong people, but those people who come to this village do not have any thoughts to guard against it.

At this time, a middle-aged man came out.

He looked at the storyteller who was tied to the pile and snorted softly.

"You are a person in our village, but colluding with outsiders, delusion is not good for our village, the village head is very unhappy, the village head does not like it! Today, you will burn your bastard to death, so as to be effective!"

The voice fell, this time, many people moved.

Although they do not like this storyteller, the storyteller is after all a person in their village and a person they are familiar with.

The children of their own family will listen to this storyteller when they are fine.

Those businessmen die if they die, they don't know anyway.

But this storyteller is different.

Of course, they did not feel so unbearable because of this, but started to prepare firewood one by one.

Mr. Storyteller hung his head, and Leng Sen smiled on his face.

"The saint said so much every day, but he never told me how to save himself."

"However, I don't want to save myself. I die when I die. I live with you guys. I can't sleep at night. I am afraid that one day, I will become a livestock like you.

The fire was burning.

Mr. Storyteller in the flames was still cursing in pain at first.

In the end, there was only a cry of wailing.

The voice is loud, and the people who hear it are all scalp numb.

The fire burns bigger.

Every villager looked blankly, as if enjoying a shadow puppet show that did not count the color.

The flame began to decrease.

Finally, completely extinguished.

"Okay, let's all go back," the village chief said with a cigarette.

The villagers, like puppets, turned around and walked towards their homes.

Suddenly, there was hotness behind him.

They turned around one by one, staring behind them, their eyes widened instantly, their faces filled with consternation.

The flame that had been extinguished started to burn again, and the more it burned, the more it flourished.

In the flames, there is a grisly face.

"The restraint of the saints is only used to restrain the good. You people, even if you don't know the name of the saint, how can you listen to the saint's teaching?"

"Today, I burned the Sage Cloud and the so-called benevolence and morality. God will not punish you, I will punish you!"

"The sky doesn't stop you! I'm coming!"

"The sky doesn't open, I open!"

"The damn person is not dead, the deserved person is not alive, is this the truth, is it all shit?"

The flames will grow stronger and stronger.

Moreover, the scope of those fires is still spreading, at a very fast speed.

"I am dead, I am in hell."

"Hell is empty, demons are in the world."

"you guys……"

"Go to death."

The fire was still burning, devouring villagers.

The flames, like giant pythons, devoured the whole village completely.

Gao Ge suddenly opened his eyes and found himself already in flames.

He was puzzled, but he saw that huge face was looking at himself.

"Are you surprised? Are you surprised? The so-called fairy trails are not left by the fairy, but a demon..."

"..."