Chapter 1347? The Owner of the Fairy Trail

Fairy Qiangwei guessed that there might no longer be any opportunities in the fairyland.

But she didn't tell Zhou Ju, because for a while, even she was unwilling to accept this fact.

Not to mention, Zhou Ju.

Maybe, the people in Haoyue Xianzong are the same as the people in this cannibal village.

The people in Cannibal Village are unwilling to accept the fact that they are villains, even though they know it in their hearts.

The people of Haoyue Xianzong are unwilling to accept the reality that Xianji can no longer give chances, even if they know...

...

Fairy Qiangwei shuddered suddenly, her eyes were a little dull.

She looked at the numb villagers, and at the merchants who were tied up, her mind was originally a mess, but now, she seemed to be caught by the thread.

perhaps……

Xianji is using this method to tell himself, don't hide?

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

But after thinking about it, why isn't the current Haoyue Xianzong like this?

They put all the hopes of the huge sect on the fairy trail.

Because the fairy miracle did not bring them a chance, they were panicked.

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

What is an opportunity?

Chance is inherently erratic.

The Dao is fifty, the Tianyan is forty-nine, and people escape one of them.

Sooner or later, the opportunities in the fairy trail will disappear, and even the water in the well will dry up one day.

But they put all their hopes on this illusory opportunity.

Originally, Haoyue Xianzong was a great sect. Could it be that because of the loss of this so-called fairy trace, their Haoyue Xianzong would not be able to maintain their current status?

It shouldn't be like this.

It can't be like this!

So now, Fairy Rose began to wonder.

Is the scene in front of you also instilling such thoughts in yourself?

All in all, Fairy Qiangwei felt that this trip to the fairyland was not in vain.

at this time.

The young man is tied to a stake.

The people in the caravan were very close to him.

"Hey, I said little brother, you can't do this! What do you have to do to die?" Hu Zi laughed.

The storyteller took a look at him, said loudly, "A gentleman does something, and he doesn't do something!"

The big man laughed and said, "Did a gentleman ever say that you should be wise and protect yourself?"

"..." The book was very angry, "Don't mess with my Dao heart!"

The big man laughed out loud.

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

Even if the big man laughed and burst into tears, no one would think that it was because of fear.

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

It seems that this person's personality is set up here.

In heaven and earth, fear nothing!

"Little brother, I have met a lot of people in my life, but it is really rare to see someone as interesting as you. If we fall down this time, and we are all dead, then in the next life, we brothers will be brothers. You are civil and we are martial. how?"

"Alright." Mr. Storyteller was free and easy.

"Haha, come on!" The big man laughed loudly, "It is a great blessing in life to have more brothers before dying!"

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

He was getting impatient.

The more free and easy this big man is, the more uneasy he feels.

Young and middle-aged men in several villages were carrying machetes, ready to attack.

When the knife fell, a human head rolled down.

They seem to be very skilled at doing such things.

There was no pause.

And those villagers have indifferent eyes.

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

Looking at it, Zhou Ju felt very uncomfortable, and a ball of anger was burning in his heart. If possible, he must really want to kill everyone in this village!

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

Only the woman's gaze flicked, but it was fleeting.

The big man was not the first she saw, nor would he be the last.

In the future, countless people will die here.

Just like this caravan, there are many people with high martial arts skills among them, but those people will not have any precautions when they come to this village.

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

He looked at the storyteller who was tied to the stake, and snorted softly.

"You are from our village, but you collude with outsiders and try to harm our village. The village chief is very upset, and the village chief doesn't like it! Today, you bastard will be burned to death as an example to others!"

The voice fell, and now, many people's expressions were moved.

Although they didn't like this storyteller, but after all, the storyteller was from their village and they were familiar with him.

My own children will listen to this storyteller when they have nothing to do.

Those businessmen are dead when they die, and they are strangers anyway.

But this storyteller is a little different.

Of course, they didn't feel so unbearable because of this, but started to prepare firewood one by one.

The storyteller lowered his head with a cold smile on his face.

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

"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 a livestock like you."

The fire blazed.

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

In the end, only a mournful howl was left behind.

The sound was so loud that everyone who heard it felt their scalps go numb.

The fire grew bigger and bigger.

Every villager watched blankly, as if enjoying a shadow puppet show that wasn't very good.

The flame started to get smaller.

Finally, completely extinguished.

"Okay, everyone go back." The village head said, smoking a pipe.

The villagers, one by one, turned around like marionettes and walked towards their home.

Suddenly, there was another blazing heat behind him.

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

The flame that was originally extinguished began to burn fiercely again, and it became more and more prosperous.

A hideous face was reflected in the flames.

"The restraint of a saint is only used to restrain good people. You people don't even know the name of the saint, so how can you listen to the teaching of the saint?"

"Today, I burned the sage cloud, and also burned the so-called benevolence, righteousness and morality. Heaven will not punish you, I will punish you!"

"God doesn't bind you! I'll come!"

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

"People who deserve to die don't die, and people who deserve to live don't live. Are the principles in this world all bullshit?"

The flame is burning hotter and hotter.

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

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

"Hell is empty, and demons are in the world."

"you……"

"Go to hell."

The fire, still burning, engulfed the villagers one by one.

Those clusters of flames, like giant pythons, completely devoured the entire village.

Gao Ge suddenly opened his eyes and found himself in a sea of ​​flames.

He was a little puzzled, but he saw that huge face looking at him.

"Surprised? Surprised? What you call a fairy trail is not left by a fairy, but a demon..."

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