1843 Chapter 1843 The Snake Pit

Feng Jiu glanced at the big snake pit in front, and then at the seventy or eighty men who were brought over. ?August 1?Chinese?Chinese w≈w≥w≥. ≠81zw. Some had pale faces, with bead-sized cold sweat oozing from their foreheads, and some had black faces, pursed lips and stared at the snake pit in front of them, tensing their bodies.

Looking away from those people, Feng Jiu's eyes fell on the few Feixian experts and Nascent Soul cultivators at the side, and slowly closed her eyes.

Is this trying to push those people down the snake pit? Those people were all captured from the outside, and they weren't any heinous people. From the fact that they survived from that forest, we can know that they must have some skills. It's too much.

Thoughts flashed through her mind, and she sighed softly in her heart, how could the people in the Temple of the Dark Night have humanity in their hearts? Maybe human life is nothing to them. Killing these people can not only shock them, but also show their fierce and bloodthirsty methods.

It is estimated that after this scene, even those who have different intentions have to weigh whether they have the ability to escape from their hands completely, otherwise, if they fall into their hands, they may really be worse than death.

Everyone was silent, the old ghost came from behind, and the seductive woman was no longer with her, because the woman had already been killed by him when she was tempting Hao Junhao in the forest.

Gui Lao walked up to the front, his eyes as cold as a poisonous snake flitted over the people in the hard attire, and when they fell on Feng Jiu, he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, he stayed for a while before moving away.

He looked at the stretched men, and said in an unhurried voice, "I said before, those who fail the examination will die, and they will die miserably."

As soon as the voice fell, he waved his hand, and the two Nascent Soul cultivators at the side pushed two pale-faced men forward.

"Don't, don't..."

The two men's legs were weak, and their crotch was wet from extreme fear. They turned pale with fright and looked at the snake pit. There are many kinds of death, but this kind of death is the most unacceptable.

They are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of this kind of death that bears pain and comes from the heart.

"Push it down." Gui Lao's voice was sinister, as if he didn't regard the two of them as adults.

"No, don't, ah... help... help... ah!"

The two were pushed down the snake pit by monk Yuanying, and once they fell into the snake pit, the poisonous snakes tightly entangled them. After a while, the scream of the sharp mirror became weaker, and the faces of the two were black and purple. He remained motionless, with fang marks all over his body after being bitten by a poisonous snake.

Feng Jiu's eyes moved slightly, and her eyes fell on the old ghost, secretly suppressing the urge to kill.

Gui Lao didn't notice Feng Jiu's gaze, but looked at those standing people, looked at them, and said, "Being the food of poisonous snakes, and living everything when death comes, that kind of feeling, I believe you don't know what it feels like." Will love it."

Old Gui smiled tentatively, staring at the seventy or eighty people, said: "Kneel down and save me, maybe I can let you go and give you a chance to live."

As soon as he said this, among the seventy or eighty people, more than thirty fell to their knees with a plop, and kowtowed violently to him.

"We don't want to die, we don't want to die, please give us another chance to live, we will be obedient, and we will go through fire and water..."