Fairy Rose guessed that there might be no chance in the fairyland.

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

Not to mention, Zhou Ju.

Perhaps, the people in the Haoyue Immortal Sect are the same as those in this cannibal village.

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

People from the Haoyue Immortal Sect are unwilling to accept the reality that immortal traces cannot give opportunities anymore, even if they know...

...

Fairy Rose suddenly shuddered, her eyes a little dull.

She looked at the numb villagers and the merchants tied up. She had a lot of mess in her mind, but now she seemed to have been caught by herself.

perhaps……

Xianzu is using this method to tell yourself not to hide?

If the people in these villages do not "cannibalism", they can survive, and they will survive better. At least, they will live in the sun.

But then I thought about it, isn’t the case with the current Haoyue Immortal Sect?

They pressed all the hopes of the huge sect on the fairylands.

Because the fairy tales did not bring them the opportunity, they became anxious.

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

What is an opportunity?

Opportunities are originally erratic.

The great way is fifty, the heaven is forty-nine, and the man escapes one.

Sooner or later, the opportunity in the fairyland will disappear, and even the water in the well will dry up one day.

But they pressed all their hopes on this illusory opportunity.

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

This shouldn't be the case.

This can't be the case either!

So now, Fairy Rose began to wonder.

Is the scene in front of me also instilling such ideas into myself?

In short, Fairy Rose felt that this trip to the fairyland was not in vain.

at this time.

The young man was tied to a wooden stake.

Those caravans were very close to him.

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

The Storyteller glanced at him, and said loudly, "A gentleman does something, but he does not do anything!"

The man was amused and said, "Have you ever said that you should protect yourself?"

"..." The scholar was so angry, "Don't mess with my heart!"

The big man laughed.

I couldn't help laughing, and even burst into tears.

Even if the big man laughed and tears came out, no one would think he was because of fear.

From beginning to end, the great man showed no timidity.

It seems that this person's character is based here.

There is nothing to fear in heaven and earth!

"Little brother, I have met many people in my life, but it is rare to be as interesting as you. If we fall this time and die, then in the next life, we two brothers will be brothers, you are literary and we are martial, how about you?"

"It's OK." Mr. Storyteller was free and easy.

"Haha, come on!" The man laughed loudly, "Before dying, it is a great blessing for having more brothers in life!"

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

He was already a little impatient.

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

Several young and middle-aged people in the village were carrying machetes and preparing to take action.

With one knife, a human head rolled down.

They seem to be very skilled in doing such things.

There was no pause at all.

And the villagers' eyes were cold enough.

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

Zhou Ju felt very uncomfortable when he looked at it, and his heart was filled with anger. If he could, he would definitely want to kill the people in this village!

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

Only that woman's eyes moved for a moment, but it was fleeting.

The big man was not the first one she saw, nor was she the last one.

In the future, countless people will die here.

Just like this caravan, there are many people with high martial arts skills, but those people will not be wary of when they come to this village.

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

He looked at the storyteller tied to a wooden stake and snorted softly.

"You are from our village, but you collude with outsiders and want to be unfavorable to our village. The village chief is very unhappy and the village chief doesn't like it! Today, I will burn you to death as a warning!"

The voice fell, and now many people were moved.

Although they don’t like this storyteller, the storyteller is a person from their village and a person they are familiar with.

My own children will listen to this storyteller’s storyteller if they have any problems.

Those businessmen will die if they die, but they don’t know each other anyway.

But this storyteller is a little different.

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

The storyteller lowered his head, and a cold smile appeared on his face.

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

"But I don't want to save myself, I will die if I die. I can't sleep at night when I live with you, for fear that one day I will become a livestock like you."

The fire is burning.

The storyteller in the flames was cursing in pain at first.

In the end, only shrill wails were left.

The sound is very loud, and everyone who hears it will have numb scalp.

The fire gets bigger and bigger.

Every villager looked at it expressionlessly, as if he was enjoying a shadow puppet that was not outstanding.

The flames began to get smaller.

Finally, it is completely extinguished.

"Okay, everyone will go back." The village chief said, smoking a cigarette gun.

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

Suddenly, there was a burning heat coming from behind.

They turned around one by one and stared behind them, but their eyes widened instantly, and their faces were full of astonishment.

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

A hideous face is set against the flames.

"The saint's constraints are only used to restrain good people. If you don't even know the name of the saint, how can you listen to the teachings of the saint?"

"Today, I burned the saint's clouds and the so-called benevolence, righteousness and morality. God will not punish you, I will punish you!"

"God won't restrain you! I'll do it!"

"If the sky doesn't open, I'll open it!"
To be continued...