"Say it, you can die quickly, and even get the chance to be reincarnated in thirty-three days..."
Wu Jizi, the first staff member of Zixuan Xianshuai, smiled softly, looked at the group of captured Tianyuan monks, and said the words in his mouth very calmly, without the slightest meaning of coercion, but there was a kind of elegance The cloud-like superior mentality controls everything!
"Don't waste your time, we... won't say anything!"
Among the group of captured Tianyuan monks, there was a monk who had stronger cultivation base and stronger resistance ability at this time, raised his head fiercely, and said bitterly: "We are all just the last one in the Taoist dojo. Ordinary disciples don't know anything, we only know that you are so tyrannical and domineering, it is clear that we just went to this vast star field, in the ownerless fairy river of many treasures, to collect some resources, and in the end, we were banned for thirty-three days The immortals found out that we were only dissatisfied with expelling us, so we fought against them and killed them, and then your army came and wanted to slaughter us, it is so overbearing... "
When he said these words, he represented the hearts of many Tianyuan cultivators, and they all looked at them angrily at this moment!
But in the Xuantie hall, there were quite a few staff members of immortal generals who laughed after hearing this.
"It seems that you are really not convinced!"
That Wujizi also smiled, and looked at the Tianyuan cultivator with some foolish eyes, and said softly: "All the heavens and worlds, the boundless star field, my immortal cloud traces are everywhere, and they are all owned by me. Stealing my resources like a thief, of course I have to expel... "
Cultivator Yuan originally scolded him for being domineering that day, but when he explained this sentence, it became even more domineering!
"By... why?"
That day, cultivator Yuan's eyes were blood red with anger, and he stared at him and asked.
"Just because we are stronger than you!"
Wu Jizi smiled lightly, and answered easily and neatly: "Your cultivation base is not high, but it is not low, don't you understand the truth in this world, any race, any kind of creature must survive , all need to be practiced, the ethnic group needs to continue, and the creatures need to grow, and these things all need resources, but the resources are limited, so you can only use various skills to grab them, and whoever is stronger, the resources will naturally belong to whoever , we immortals are the most powerful in the heavens and myriad worlds, so we have everything..."
Having said that, he stared fixedly at Cultivator Tian Yuan, and smiled softly: "What else do you have to say?"
What he said was clearly the most unreasonable thing in the world, but the cultivator Tian Yuan really couldn't answer it...
His eyes were full of resentment, but after a long while, he could only yell in hatred: "You can't ask anything, I don't know anything! Don't you say that immortals are powerful? Then come and explore my sea of consciousness, Search my soul, see what you can find..."
"Don't show off this trick. We have known for a long time that there are powerful restrictions in the depths of your soul, and the outside world will explode your soul if you probe into it, so some things can only be done by you yourself. Alas, I really don't know much about it. I understand how a cultivator is willing to let his soul fly away and disappear forever between heaven and earth but also keep a secret, but it doesn't matter... "
That Wujizi chuckled lightly, pointed forward lightly, and said, "Put him into the alchemy furnace!"
With his finger, there is already an antique octagonal pill furnace in the hall, more than ten feet high, with evil spirits billowing, it is extremely terrifying. After this pill furnace appeared in the hall, inside A flame appeared, and then it burned more and more vigorously. The people in the field were not low in practice, but just by sensing it, they suddenly discovered that what was burning in the pill furnace was actually the pure fire of samadhi, which could melt everything.
"Since you don't say anything, let's go in!"
The few black prison immortal officials sneered when they got the order, and raised the strong monk.
"Hahahaha, so what if I die, I, a cultivator of Tianyuan, is as strong as I am, so how can I be afraid of you..."
The Tianyuan cultivator laughed loudly, almost shaking the hall, but if you look carefully, you will find that although he said powerfully, there is still an unconcealable sense of panic in his eyes, he just gritted his teeth and held on. Dao heart only...
Those black prison immortal officials ignored what he was thinking, just obeyed orders, untied the iron chains on his body with great interest, and stuffed them directly into the pill furnace, without even giving him a chance to say anything else, No matter how hard that Tianyuan cultivator was, he was burned by the true fire of samadhi at this moment. He was shocked, frightened and painful, and couldn't help but screamed. The cry echoed in the alchemy furnace, which seemed a little dull , when it spread outside, it hurt the hearts of other Tianyuan cultivators like a blunt knife cutting flesh...
"In my alchemy furnace, burning everything is forbidden. Regardless of your physical body, soul, true spirit, and immortal light, everything will be refined cleanly. Hehe, not only will there be no such person as you in the world from now on, even after death To turn it into a elixir to feed the fairy beast... "
Wu Jizi smiled softly, and he didn't know who he was explaining to.
As for the Tianyuan captives in the field, at this moment, their faces had even become terrified.
No matter how fearless they are, when they think of such an ending, they can't help feeling a chill in their hearts!
Practitioners live longer than ordinary people, and are more afraid of death than ordinary people...
Although cultivator Tianyuan is not afraid of death to the same extent as the immortals of the Thirty Three Heavens, he is still afraid of death...
"The next one is up to you!"
Wu Jizi just smiled, then looked at the second Tianyuan cultivator, and spoke softly.
"I... I won't say..."
Even though the Tianyuan cultivator's face had changed drastically, he still stiffened his neck and shouted in a weak voice.
But this time, Wu Jizi didn't ask much, just waved his palm lightly: "Throw him into the alchemy furnace too..."
The three black prison fairy officials immediately laughed, and at the same time shot him up, pulled off the chain, and threw him into the alchemy furnace.
There was another terrifying scream, and a strange aura emerged from the hall.
"Are you going to tell me?"
That Wujizi looked at the third Tianyuan cultivator again, and seeing that the man hesitated, he waved his hand directly: "Fill in!"
Tianyuan captives were filled into the alchemy furnace one after another, and the real fire of samadhi in the alchemy furnace never disappeared. , and immediately followed the other one, and the more than ten captives in the main hall were reduced one by one at this time. According to this speed, it seemed that it would end soon, and all of them were filled into the alchemy furnace. But for some reason, this time seems to be very long, and there is an unspeakable feeling of suffering...
"Don't...don't...don't throw me into the alchemy furnace, I don't want to die, I don't want to be scattered..."
Finally, when seven people had been thrown into the alchemy furnace, the eighth person finally let out a scream, and suddenly lost all energy. Already collapsed to the ground!
"oh?"
Wu Jizi smiled and looked at him: "It's easy not to die, so tell me what you know..."
The monk had long been paralyzed, and he yelled, almost crying: "I said, I said..."
He said "I said" several times in a row, but his eyes became more and more desperate: "But what did I say..."
Wujizi laughed softly and said, "Tell me everything you know, where you came from, how you cultivated, no one ascended to Tianyuan for nearly ten thousand years, and even the immortal road was destroyed by people, how did you come here?" , In nearly ten thousand years, who came to Tianyuan again, what arrangements were made, what impact did it have on your Tianyuan, and how did you practice to this level... "
"I... our Tianyuan, there are... some immortals came... and brought a lot of resources..."
Cultivator Yuan opened his mouth in panic that day, his voice was weak, hesitating, it seemed that he was too frightened to even speak: "It is because of those resources that we have cultivated to the present level... this time we came to Duobaoxianhe, I just wanted to find some resources... Yes, I admit, we were the first to attack the immortal army stationed in Duobaoxianhe... Someone told us that the Thirty-Three Heavens was already in chaos, and we can take the opportunity to counterattack... In the future... There will even be Possibly occupying thirty-three days, supremacy..."
He heard him say a lot intermittently, but Wu Jizi frowned: "We already know these things, what are you talking about, let's talk about something we don't know, the so-called What's going on in the sub dojo?"
"I should... I have already said what I should say. I really don't know anything about Zhuzi Dojo..."
But when he asked such a question, the Tianyuan cultivator became even more desperate and yelled.
Wu Jizi immediately sighed speechlessly, and said, "Just throw it into the alchemy furnace..."
"Don't...don't..."
The cultivator screamed, but the black prison fairy didn't care about him, he had already stepped forward to hold him up.
"Help me... save me..."
Seeing that the monk had been sent to the furnace mouth, he screamed desperately and struggled. At the last step, he was about to be thrown into the pill furnace, but he suddenly seemed to be pulling a life-saving straw towards Fang Xing yelled: "The devil... ah no, Fellow Daoist Tianyuan, please save me... please save me... I can die, but I don't want to be refined into a pill..."
"Shua..."
With such a loud cry, he immediately attracted countless eyes.
In the hall, countless immortal generals and staff members all looked at Fang Xing's face at the same time.
In those eyes, there was surprise, doubt, shock, and even puzzlement...
"Please... please..."
On that day, cultivator Yuan was crying in horror, looking straight at Fang Xing: "Please give me a good time!"