Su Yun was flipping through the building class book, comparing Mr. Painted Wall's supernatural powers, but saw Mr. Painted Wall's headless corpse swaying and leaping to the ground.
"His wife..." Su Yun closed the book, and the country boy couldn't help but utter a foul language.
The sound of Mr. Painted Wall's body when it fell to the ground awakened everyone, and a Tongjia spiritualist screamed: "Mr. Painted Wall is dead, who will take us out?"
Another Tongjia Spiritist cried loudly: "We are all going to die here!"
The girl Wutong was furious, and she slapped his face with a backhand, and sternly reprimanded: "Shut up! Don't cry and cry and make trouble for the old lady!"
The Tongjia Lingshi was slapped by her, stopped crying, covered his face and said, "Senior taught it."
He didn't know who the girl Wutong was or who invited her here, he only knew that this person could be trusted.
As for other people's impressions of the girl phoenix tree, as for what the girl phoenix tree looks like, whether it is a male or a female, no one knows, they only know that there is such a trustworthy person.
This is the terrible thing about the human demon Wutong, so you will never doubt her.
"Senior is right!"
The great master Tong Qingluo was also unknowingly bewildered by Wutong. He shouted loudly, calming the audience, and said in a deep voice: "Masters, you are all spiritual masters and sirs who refine the building class books! Mr. Painter will meet. Yes, you all know it too! What Mr. Painter can do, so can you! Now is not the time to cry, cheer up and crack the dusty sky!"
A spiritualist trembled: "Mr. Painted Wall is dead..."
"Wait!"
A Mr. Xixi said loudly: "Did you find it? This hall, Mojing, has not changed after killing Mr. Painted Wall, and the power of the Great Holy Spirit Soldier has not been activated. This reminds me of one thing!"
Everyone calmed down and looked at him one after another.
Tong Qingluo encouraged: "Mr. Zong keep on talking!"
Mr. Zong continued: "I thought of sacrifice. In ancient times, when people built a new city, they would kill prisoners of war, slaves, or condemned prisoners, bury them under the city, and then build the city on the corpses. This is called sacrifice. The dust curtain sky is the great holy spirit soldier. Our ability is hard to beat Mr. Painted Wall, so it is naturally difficult to crack the great holy spirit soldier. Therefore, to get out of the dust curtain sky, the easiest way is to sacrifice!"
He looked stern and looked around for a week: "This is the only way! Every time the dust screen sky changes, we sacrifice one person, and use his blood to prevent the spirit soldiers that the dust screen sky changes from erupting."
Tong Qingluo and everyone's eyes gradually brightened.
The Mr. Zong counted and said: "We now have forty-six people, that is to say, we can survive forty-five changes in the sky. After forty-five changes, if the last person still fails Step out of the dusty sky, then the whole army will be wiped out."
Another Mr. Xixi from Shuofang Academy said: "I just calculated that Mr. Painted Wall took us into the wall and experienced 23 changes. We just need to go back and sacrifice 22 people. , You can walk out of the dusty sky alive!"
Tong Qingluo's eyes trembled, and his voice hoarse: "What if we keep going?"
The few Mr. Xi Xi from Shuofang Academy shook his head and said, "I don’t know how many changes will be experienced. It is possible that we can walk out of the dusty sky and enter the ancient hall in the next step, or we may die so that only one person is left. Did not go out..."
Everyone fell silent, and no one spoke.
Go back and sacrifice 22 people.
Who are these 22 sacrifices
Who is willing to stand up and sacrifice himself
I am afraid that no one here is willing to stand up and sacrifice themselves!
As for whether to walk forward or backward, it is not so important.
Su Yun looked at the people around him, and said silently in his heart: "This is another case of burial of the Dragon Tomb. The heavy snow seals the mountain, the human nature is fighting against each other, the humans and demons are growing in the dark... But this time, the humans and demons are by my side and never go Bewitching these people, why does such a thing happen again?"
Suddenly, Tong Qingluo smiled and looked around for a week, haha said with a smile: "There are our Tong's spiritual men, there are also Mr. Xuegong, and three seniors who have been invited."
His memory has been tampered with by the girl Wutong, only when the three of Su Yun were invited seniors.
"Then we will give priority to strength. The strongest and most useful people will be kept, and the weak and useless will be sacrificed first."
The smile on Tong Qingluo's face was even more, almost squeezing out like a blooming flower. He smiled and said: "Mr. Xixi who teaches civil engineering is the most useful. Naturally, he wants to stay, and the three seniors are also useful. They also want to stay. Then first From the beginning of sacrifices to our Tong’s spiritual men... ”
The two dozen spiritual men of the Tong family were in grief and indignation, and one of the Tong family spiritual men said loudly: "Second Lord, we are a family! We should unite and use the blood of Xue Gong's husband..."
Tong Qingluo reached out, grabbed his neck with a blue face, and said sternly: "Shut up! You are noisy, so I will sacrifice you first!"
He pinned the spiritualist to the ground, his words were murderous, and coldly said: "Do you have a scholar from the palace useful? Can you crack the dusty sky? If not, just shut up!"
A Tongjia spiritualist echoed: "The second master is right! You all listen to the second master! You should be even more worried about whether you can get to the end!"
Other Tongjia spiritualists have slapped Tongqing Roman fart, but they are full of hostility and distrust towards other members of the same race.
The girl Wutong said to Su Yun: "Do you think Tong Qingluo intends to go outside or inside?"
Su Yun said without hesitation: "Naturally go out. Twenty-two people who die outside can go out, and there are half of the survivors. Go inside and take the lives of everyone to risk!"
"Wrong. He will walk in."
The girl Wutong smiled, full of sarcasm, and whispered: "When he goes out, he will be charged with the death of 22 Tongjia spiritualists. After he goes out, he is ruined. But if he can walk inside, In the ancient hall, it is worth the death of many people to get the great holy spirit soldier of Saint Lou. After he goes out, others will praise him for his brilliance and martial arts."
Su Yun said in a daze: "The lives of these people of the same tribe..."
The girl Wutong suddenly asked loudly, "Second-in-chief, should we go out now or should we go in?"
Tong Qingluo laughed and said, "Naturally go inside."
Su Yun's mind was crashing.
"Hehe, I've seen the same scene in the Tomb of the Long Burial 150 years ago."
The girl Wutong glanced at him and laughed in a low voice: "How is this son’s heart better than a human demon? Although I am a human demon, I don’t act on my own person. Jiao Shuao was captured, and I committed suicide and went to jail. He rescued it."
She did not go on, but Su Yun understood what she meant.
Tong Qingluo's approach is not as good as a human being!
Humans and demons don't attack their companions, but he is anxious that all his companions will die here. No one knows what he did, but he can step on his companion's body, get the great Holy Spirit soldier, and make himself famous!
The voice of the girl Wutong rang in his ears, softly and softly, full of charm: "Little blind man, one day, you will be disappointed in this world and become a human demon like me."
Su Yun appeared in front of Tianmen Town, Beihai, Water Columns, Outer World, and Immortal Sword.
The young girl's red robe is like fire, covering half of the sky in Tianmen Town. She is like a demon occupying his heart, bewitching him softly: "Your childhood was full of tragedies, mostly sufferings, why do you have to be kind? Why don’t you fall with me? Fall, it’s not a soaring."
"Because..."
Su Yun raised his head and looked at the girl in the sky. The red dress was like a rose, half of the sky was covered. The country boy showed a bright and sunny smile: "Because someone pulled me out of the dark tomb and taught me how to live in the dark. It’s also because the wild foxes did not discriminate against me because I am a human being, but instead taught me to read and read."
"It's also because the demons and monsters in Amichigaki didn't insult me because I was blind, but instead made me get to know many friends, sincere friends, and a classmate under the window. Also because some people died long ago, even if they were ghosts, Protect me secretly."
"Because someone opened a window for me in the dark, so that the sun can shine down!"
"I have received so much care, why should I become a demon like you?"
The smile on Su Yun's face suddenly disappeared, his expression indifferent, and his spirit burst out: "Indus, get out of my eyes!"
The girl Wutong snorted, and the red dress rolled up, disappearing from his eyes, and her voice came slowly: "Well said! But the half-year bet between you and me, you still lose!"
Su Yun snorted, but he felt a little uneasy.
Outsiders knew nothing about what happened in his eyes, and didn't even know that the girl Wutong was so terrifying.
Tong Qingluo and those Mr. Xixi have already started to work. One of them, Mr. Xixi, touched the algae well of this hall with his own spiritual powers, but seeing the whole hall immediately changed, the building vibrated violently, and the form changed rapidly!
Everyone rushed forward while the shape was not yet determined, and when the changes in the dust screen and sky stopped, it was a new form of spiritual soldiers, like a high tower.
Everyone stood under the tower, and saw the towers light up, and they were about to explode with power to kill them!
Mr. Zong shouted: "Second Lord, blood sacrifice!"
Tong Qingluo couldn't help but killed the Tongjia Lingshi who had just talked back to him, and the Lingshi was splashed with blood on the tower!
The tower was moisturized by blood, and the tower body that had been lit up gradually dimmed. Mr. Zong was overjoyed and laughed: "Useful! Useful!"
Tong Qingluo was overjoyed, and laughed: "It really works! My Tong's spiritualist, died well!"
A Tongjia spiritualist touched his palm and smiled: "It's still the second master wise!"
Everyone laughed and laughed, but no one paid attention to the corpse on the ground.
Su Yun frowned and walked towards the tower. As soon as he moved, Tong Qingluo and others found him and said quickly, "Senior, wait a minute!"
The dragon on Su Yun's body circulates, turning into countless dust and sand flowing into the palm of his right hand, turning into a wooden box.
Su Yun gently pushed, and the wooden box merged with the tower body. In front of him, the wooden tower immediately changed and a portal appeared.
He walked into the door, and everyone from behind rushed in, trying to break into the door, but saw that the door was already closed.
The girl Wutong was awe-inspiring: "He seems to be fused with the dust screen sky! Yes, the small wooden box just now must be the function of that box! That box is the key to the dust screen sky!"
She was even more jealous of Su Yun in her heart: "This monk has a deliberate calculation and an unfathomable scheming. It is really terrifying, even more terrifying than the leader of the school! I actually want to win him over!"
She was even shuddering as a human demon: "He has always carried the key, and has been watching us step by step towards the desperate situation with cold eyes, while he is showing a hideous smile in the dark corner!"
"He is more like a human demon than me!"
She suddenly remembered the scene in which the fairy sword attacked Tianmen Town on the day of the dramatic change in Tianmen Town. She couldn't help but fight a cold war: "So many ghosts and gods are dead, and there is no physical body. Why does he survive? Could it be that he is dead? Now, his spirit is attached to his corpse, he is actually a personal demon?"
Zhaizhu: I want to catch a cold, my nose is blocked, itchy, and I am drinking water desperately.