Chapter 1347

The rose fairy guessed that there might be no chance in the fairy trail.

However, she did not say to Zhou Ju, because for a while and a half, even she was unwilling to accept this fact.

Not to mention Zhou Ju.

Maybe the people in Haoyue Xianzong are the same as those in this man eating village.

The people in the cannibal village are unwilling to accept the fact that they are villains, even if they know it in their heart.

The people of Haoyue Xianzong are unwilling to accept the fact that Xianji can no longer give opportunities. Even though they know

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The rose fairy gave a fierce blow, and her eyes were a little dull.

She looked at the numb villagers and the bound businessmen. Her mind was a mess, but now she seemed to have been caught by herself.

Maybe

Fairy trace is telling yourself not to avoid in this way?

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

But on second thought, isn't this the case with Haoyue Xianzong now?

They pressed all the hopes of such a big Sect on the fairy trail.

Because the fairy trail did not bring them opportunities, they were terrified.

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

What is opportunity?

The chance was originally uncertain.

The road is fifty, the sky is forty-nine, and people escape one of them.

Sooner or later, the chance in the fairy trail will disappear. Even the water in the well will dry up one day.

But they put all their hopes on this ethereal opportunity.

Originally, Haoyue Xianzong was a big sect. Could it be that they could not maintain their current status because they lost the so-called immortal trace?

It shouldn't be like this.

It can't be like this!

So now, the rose fairy began to wonder.

Is the scene in front of you instilling such ideas into yourself?

In a word, the rose fairy felt that this trip to the fairy trail was not in vain.

At this point.

The young man was tied to a stake.

Those caravans were close to him.

"Hey, hey, I said, little brother, you don't need to! What do you have to do to die?" Beard laughed.

The storyteller looked at him, raised his voice and said in a loud voice, "a gentleman does something and doesn't do something!"

The big man was happy and said, "did the gentleman say to protect himself?"

"..." the book was angry, "don't disturb my heart!"

The big man laughed.

I couldn't help laughing, even tears came out.

Even if the big man smiles and tears come out, no one will think he is because of fear.

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

It seems that this person's personal design is standing here.

Heaven and earth, fearless!

"Little brother, I've met a lot of people in my life, but it's rare to see people as interesting as you. If we lose this time and die, how about we be brothers in the next life?"

"That's OK." The storyteller is free and easy.

"Ha ha, come on!" The big man laughed, "it's a great blessing in life to have more brothers before he dies!"

"Do it." The village head said in a deep voice.

He has become a little impatient.

The more free and easy the big man was, the more he felt uneasy.

Several young adults in the village, carrying machetes, are ready to start.

When a knife falls, a head rolls down.

They seem to be very skillful in doing such things.

There was no pause.

And those villagers, their eyes are cold enough.

This is not the first time they have seen such a situation.

Zhou Ju looked at it and felt very uncomfortable. His heart was burning with anger. If he can, he must want to kill all the people in this village!

The big man's head also fell to the ground.

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

The big man was not the first or the last one she saw.

In the future, countless people will die here.

Like this caravan, there are many people with excellent martial arts, but those people will not be wary when they come to this village.

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

He looked at the storyteller tied to the stake and snorted.

"You are from our village, but you collude with outsiders and delusion against our village. The village head is very unhappy and doesn't like it! Today, I will burn you bastard as an example!"

The voice fell, and many people looked moved.

Although they don't like the 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 the storyteller when they have nothing to do.

Those businessmen died when they died. They didn't know each other anyway.

But this storyteller is a little different.

Of course, they didn't feel so unbearable, but began to prepare firewood one by one.

The storyteller hung his head and had a cold smile on his face.

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

"However, I don't want to save myself. If I die, I will die. Living with you people, I can't sleep at night. I'm afraid that one day I will become an animal like you."

The fire is burning.

The storyteller in the fire was still cursing bitterly at first.

Finally, there was only a shrill wail.

The voice was loud, and everyone who heard it felt numb.

The fire is getting bigger and bigger.

Every villager looked at it expressionless, like enjoying a shadow play that was not brilliant.

The flame began to diminish.

Finally, it goes out completely.

"Well, let's go back." The village head said, smoking a cigarette.

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

Suddenly, a blazing heat came from behind.

They turned around one by one and stared behind them, but their eyes widened in an instant, and their faces were full of amazement.

The originally extinguished flame began to burn again, and the more it burned, the more prosperous it became.

In the flame, there was a ferocious face.

"The restraint of saints is only used to restrain good people. You people don't even know the name of saints. How can you listen to the teachings of saints?"

"Today, I burned the sage cloud and the so-called benevolence, righteousness and morality. If heaven doesn't punish you, I'll punish you!"

"Heaven forbids you! I'll come!"

"If the sky doesn't open, I open it!"

"Damn people don't die, and those who should live don't live. Is all the truth in the world bullshit?"

The fire is burning more and more.

Moreover, the scope of those fires is still spreading at an extremely fast speed.

"I'm dead. I'm in hell."

"Hell is empty and the devil is on earth."

"You..."

"Go to hell."

The fire is still burning, devouring villagers.

The flames, like Python after python, devoured the whole village.

Singing suddenly opened his eyes and found himself in a sea of fire.

He was a little confused, but he saw that huge face looking at himself.

"Surprise? Surprise? Your so-called immortal trace is not left by an immortal, but a devil..."

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