Red Heart Survey

Some people are born with the misfortune that they cannot hear with their ears or speak with their mouths.

Some people are stupid and ignorant, and they don't know their age for the rest of their lives.

Someone's parents are dead, lonely.

Someone walked well on the road, but died suddenly from a galloping horse.

Someone walked through the forest cautiously, but accidentally died of snakes and insects.

Unfortunately, unfortunately.

How many misfortunes have happened in the world, and how many unfortunate people we have seen!

The power of taboo Taoism surged, and the dark clouds thicker than ink covered the color of the bright moon.

Like despair, cut off from hope.

It is a shadow, a terror.

Is unreal, but also real.

It has existed before, and it will continue to exist in the future.

Everyone who witnessed it felt that the future of life was bleak, and the chances of this time were slim. It seems that today is the day of death, and this period is the date of death.

This is a calamity, a calamity.

The most tragic misfortune is about to come.

The large ancestral hall of Qingyun Pavilion is called the Ancestral Hall of Shanfu Qingyun.

However, Qing Yunting's taboo secret technique reversed the good and the good, made the misfortune cover the top, and the evil and debts entangled, gathering the dark clouds.

With the strength of Chi Dingfang, it is not enough to activate this technique. He wants to sacrifice his own life and soul, so that disasters will beget disasters, and disasters will feed disasters. Do yourself a disservice first, and then inflict misfortune on others. Using the most ferocious taboo secret technique, blast a way out for Qing Yunting.

At this moment, all the monks in Qingyun Pavilion, from the Zongshou to the disciples, were all moved.

Even a person like Feng Yue, who is so deep in the city, couldn't help but get red eyes. No matter how much they compete, the two veins of Fengchi are connected with each other. He has been with Chi Dingfang for many years, and he is very aware of the ferocity of this taboo secret technique, and he is more and more able to understand Chi Dingfang's choice.

At the moment when Qingyun Pavilion was destroyed, Chi Dingfang showed the responsibility of a suzerain.

Standing in front of the mountain.

Zong died with his body!

A dark cloud of misfortune hangs completely over the skinny enemy, pulling the hidden energy, turning the fortunes and longevity upside down, and the number of random lives is evil.

Chi Dingfang's ten fingers changed wildly, his body and mind were burned, and his soul gradually disappeared. So dark clouds are deep, and disaster is coming!

Just at the last moment when this taboo secret technique is about to be completed.

The skinny man who looked the most indistinguishable among the invading enemies suddenly yelled: "Stop playing!"

The sound was sharp and hasty.

He vented his anger like a child, as if the battle of extermination is nonsense, life and death fights are child's play, if you can say "don't play", then "don't play".

Even if he is powerful, these words are too naive.

No one will care about the weight of this sentence.

Only for Chi Dingfang himself, Dao Yuan surged more urgently, his emotions were stronger, and his soul life dissipated faster. Only he, who has been fighting with this thin man, knows that his terrifying strength is unfathomable.

Otherwise, why would he sacrifice himself and rely on taboo secret techniques to break the situation?

But other people's emotions and other people's mood are never in the scope of Li Laosi's consideration.

Except for "Third Brother", no one can really influence him.

Facing the dark cloud of misfortune enveloping the Qi machine, facing the desperate fight of a monk from the Four Outer Buildings.

He felt threatened, so he "stopped playing".

That's all.

He stretched out his right hand, grabbed it casually, and immediately snatched a long knife from a Qing Yunting cultivator.

The cold light flickered.

The blade turned upside down and chopped off his own neck!

With the knife in his hand, he didn't hurt anyone, but hurt himself instead.

He is not acting, not performing, not bluffing.

With a single blow, flesh and blood flew everywhere. This knife was so ruthless that it cut through more than half of it, as if it was going to beheaded.

The cold blade parted the flesh and stopped in the middle of Li Laosi's neck.

But instead of showing pain, he grinned.

Right opposite him, without warning, Chi Dingfang's entire head flew away suddenly!

The headless corpse fell to the ground, and the dark cloud of disaster that had formed in the sky, which was about to bring disaster, dissipated instantly after losing the control and support of the caster.

There are few stars in thousands of miles, and the moon is bright in the sky.

The dark clouds have passed away, but the clear moonlight falling down made the hearts of all the monks in Qing Yunting cold!

Chi Dingfang's struggle, Chi Dingfang's commitment, Chi Dingfang's desperate efforts...

Meaningless!

At this moment, a lot of information in my mind suddenly connected.

"Returning to the supernatural power..." Feng Yue's face was full of horror: "You are Li Shou! The flesh-cutter demon Li Shou!"

He turned his head to look at the fat man carrying a steel knife: "Then you are..."

He finally understood what this man's strange supernatural power was, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: "All evil people!"

In other words, this horrible guess has always been there, but he doesn't want to believe it, he can't believe it. And now, I have to believe it!

"Uh..." Li Shou had already pulled out the long knife at this moment.

The way he drew the knife was like accidentally sinking the hatchet when he was chopping wood, and then struggling to pull out the hatchet. He used his neck as a log and pulled it hard, regardless of whether it would hurt or not.

Even, everyone who saw this scene felt pain.

He hung high in the sky, threw the knife away, put his five fingers together, and tightly covered the hideous wound on his neck. Blood gushed out from between his fingers, staining his entire palm red.

The tone was a bit dissatisfied: "Third brother, why is it that I am the one who shows my might, but he seems to be more afraid of you?"

"Hahahaha." At this time, Zheng Laosan had already grabbed Zhang Yuliu, the only foreign surname Zongshou of Qingyun Pavilion, and in his frightened and helpless struggle, he directly smashed his head with a hammer!

Boom.

Exploded like a watermelon.

Red and white splashes, warm and hot, covered his face.

Zheng Laosan casually threw away Zhang Yuliu's dead dog-like body, and the laughter stopped there.

"How else would I be your third brother!" He said.

"Hey!" Li Shou clutched his neck, and flew towards Feng Yue, completely ignoring his guard, and the Qingyun Pavilion disciples forming formation behind him.

"Why are you more afraid of my third brother?" He asked.

With the successive deaths of Chi Dingfang and Zhang Yuliu, the possibility of Qing Yunting's victory has been completely crushed.

A smart person like Feng Yue certainly wouldn't be unaware that the general situation was over. But Li Shou's boring question made him see hope again.

He realized that the notorious flesh-cutter demons and all-evil demons have different psyches from ordinary people. They have a kind of "naive" cruelty, and this "naive" itself may have room to be used.

Feng Yue swallowed hard to make his fear clearer, hoping to make the other party more satisfied. He said in a trembling voice: "Actually, I'm very scared, but if you appear together, I'm even more afraid..."

"No! Not all!"

Zheng Laosan has already shouted from a distance: "You must be most afraid of one!"

He strode towards this side, with an aura of killing people anytime, anywhere: "Say! Who are you most afraid of!"

"That's right!" Li Laosi also echoed, "A double-faced person is the most hateful!"

Cold sweat dripped down Feng Yue's forehead in an instant, and he realized that no matter which side he turned to, he would offend another person. And among these two people, no matter who they offend, they will die.

"Naive" also means that they may not obey anyone's thinking, but have their own direct behavioral logic.

The thinking and trade-offs of smart people may not affect them at all.

The sophisms he is good at, those flattery, swindling... are completely meaningless.

what to do?

what to do!

"Actually..." Feng Yue thought about it.

"Stop playing, it's important to get down to business!"

A female voice suddenly sounded, temporarily stopping the torture Feng Yue was enduring.

The faceless masked woman, who is like a ghost, freezes her figure and stands high in the sky, with her back facing the bright moon and facing the mountain gate.

Her voice screamed, like a tide rolling over: "The master of Qingyun Pavilion is dead, this is the end of resistance!"

"The Qingyun Pavilion is gone, it's useless to die!"

"My old lady is the least afraid of killing people when she walks in the world. There is a rule, let me tell you."

"from now on……"

"Whoever holds a weapon, die!"

"Those who accumulate Taoism, die!"

"Whoever moves one step, die!"

"Whoever speaks without permission, die!"

Four words of death in a row, spoken firmly and with a murderous intent.

Her ferocious aura was unleashed without reservation, and immediately occupied the mountain gate, calming down the monks in Qingyun Pavilion who had lost their backbone.

Clang...

The weapon fell to the ground.

Among the senior officials of Qingyun Pavilion, there is one patriarch and four patriarchs, and only one of them has died so far. The only remaining Zong Shou Feng Yue took the lead in giving up the resistance.

His spine had been knocked off, and his courage was even shattered.

This woman wearing a faceless mask is really vicious and ruthless.

The tone and momentum she used when she said those rules seemed not to deter anyone, but just to find a comfortable reason for herself to kill.

No one can question her determination to kill. The fighting spirit that was already on the verge of collapse completely disintegrated.

Evening wind hunting.

Lang Xingmingyue kills the night.

"Ah!" There was still a scream, and it was particularly abrupt at the Qingyun Pavilion mountain gate that suddenly fell silent.

The woman wearing a faceless mask suddenly turned her head to look.

The blood-eyed man who had just pulled out his hand from the monk's chest opposite him explained, "He just moved."

In his hand, he held a complete and bloody heart.

After all, the woman didn't do anything to him, turned around, continued her fierce speech, and took control of the situation: "Very good, it seems that we have initially reached a consensus!"

She said in a cold tone: "You have to be afraid, but don't be too afraid! Because I won't kill you all!"

"Hello!" At this time, Zheng Laosan suddenly shouted at her, and said very seriously: "We are not playing, this matter is very important."

which thing?

Women who know them well know that Zheng Fei, an idiot, is talking about who is more terrifying, he or Li Laosi.

This fat man was responding to her previous sentence - "Stop playing, the business is important!"

What a brain!

The hard-working momentum was interrupted repeatedly like this, and the woman almost exploded with anger.

But being angry with this guy... what's the point of being angry?

Nor is it the first day that they know they are idiots.

Resisting the urge to take off the mask, the woman took a deep breath, let herself ignore these idiotic teammates who had done more than succeed, and continued to shout: "Now, listen to every word I say, because it's all about Your lives are safe!"

She moved her eyes slowly from left to right, making sure her threat was felt by everyone.

Then he said: "People surnamed Feng and Chi stand up first, you are safe for the time being!"