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"What's there to worry about in this barrier?" Feng Ru motioned to Zhang Jiao.

Zhang Jiao was still playing chess with himself slowly.

Chang He breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhenxian Sect.

"Six missiles have been launched." Su Xiangyang reported, "No movement yet?"

"No." Zhai Rou and others looked particularly ugly. "The people we sent out to investigate all found out clearly that the inner hall is still intact."

There was a scorched earth outside, but the place where the eight great masters were was intact.

Ji Zai stood up, "Let's break the barrier, and then..."

"It's useless." Chu Luo didn't care about Ji Zai at all, "You can't lift this barrier, and neither can I."

Cheng Yuan held her chin up and said, "Luoluo tried it! She has absolutely no way to deal with the barrier in the inner hall."

Su Xiangyang frowned, "Is that all? They've been huddled inside, and we've just been ignoring them?"

"It will come out." Chu Luo looked into the distance, "There is so much resentment here."

She suddenly changed the topic, causing everyone to look outside the barrier of Zhenxian Sect.

Zhai Rou also nodded, "Yes! Too many people have died during this period! Millions of evil spirits, countless sect disciples, and... the resentment of ordinary people after learning the truth."

"There is too much resentment in this world."

Yuan Shaoyin: "I should find someone to save me."

Cheng Yuan: "Where can you go? There is no hell, so where can you go? Where can you go to go to go to go to go to go to go to go to go to go? Where do you go to go to go to go to go to go to go to go to go to go to go to go?"

"What the hell is this God Burial Abyss holding back?"

"You have to let this go!"

……

"It's still not enough!" Feng Ru stood on the edge of the barrier, looking at the miserable souls of the disciples outside, "It seems that just letting them die is not enough, we must make them more miserable."

He turned his head and looked at the disciples in the inner hall.

Chang He also said to his two disciples, "Go! The point of resentment is the point."

"Yes, Master!"

All the disciples went out, only 'Jing Anqing' was still standing next to Zhang Jiao, her head bowed respectfully.

Feng Ru glanced at Jing Anqing and said, "Master Zhang, it's time to let it go. It knows more about this than our disciples."

Zhang Jiao: "It doesn't need to go. There is too much resentment outside, which is not good for it."

'Jing Anqing''s eyes lit up and she looked at Zhang Jue with burning eyes, her back bent even more.

Feng Ru snorted coldly and whispered: "Pretending."

Three days later, all the dead disciples outside the inner hall turned into ghosts, filled with resentment.

Chu Luo and the others floated to a position not far from the Burial God Abyss, looking at the huge whirlpool formed by the resentment filling the sky.

This vortex was much larger than the previous vortex formed by millions of evil spirits, covering half of the sky.

"This resentment is too heavy!" Zhai Rou frowned. The strong resentment made even monks like them feel very uncomfortable.

And Cheng Yuan has been ordered by Chu Luo not to leave Zhenxian Sect.

This resentment will definitely turn into a fierce ghost as soon as Cheng Yuan comes out.

"They won't be hiding in there forever!" Zhai Rou wandered closer again, saw the broken limbs, and quickly stepped back.

The rest of the people completely ignored the scene below and just looked at the inner hall.

The doors and windows of the inner hall were closed, making it impossible to tell what was going on inside.

But judging from the resentment floating out of the inner hall from time to time, it seems that it is not very peaceful inside.

'Jing Anqing' held up her sword and cut off the pieces of flesh from the disciple's body that were hanging high in the air with an expressionless face.

The disciple let out a scream.

She ignored him and came to the next disciple with her sword in hand.

There was no intact part of the disciple's body. Blood was dripping from his body, and there were already pools of blood underneath.

"Master, Master, save me! I can't become an immortal anymore, I can't become an immortal anymore."

Feng Ru turned his back and said, "Don't worry, when master achieves his hegemony, he will definitely not forget you."

"No, Master, Master..."

Along with his voice, a sharp sword gouged out his eyes, and a shrill scream resounded throughout the inner hall.

Zhang Jiao, who was still playing chess, frowned, and Jing Anqing noticed it immediately. She pinched the disciple's mouth, pulled out the tongue, cut it off hard without hesitation, and threw it aside lightly.

Torment!

Insult!

These disciples with strong spiritual power and the true inheritance of their master, every time they were struck, made their resentment heavier.

But because of their powerful spiritual power, fatal injuries to ordinary people are not worth mentioning to them.

Their arms were chopped off, their legs were sawed off bit by bit, and their eyes were gouged out...

Their skin, flesh, limbs... were all scattered on the ground, but they were not dead yet.

At this time, some disciples thought of the ordinary people they captured. When they were tortured, they kowtowed on the ground in pain and begged their grandfather and grandma without any dignity...

Just to die.

What were their expressions at that time?

Disdain?

Or contempt?

In their eyes, those people were not human beings, just tools, just like them today.

They can only pray for a quick death.

Maybe it won't hurt so much if you die!

Bang.

A disciple suddenly exploded and died. His body was destroyed. As soon as his soul came out, he rushed directly towards the door.

After rushing out of the edge of the barrier, he saw Chu Luo and others in the sky, "Help me!"

He shouted loudly, and his soul flew directly towards Chu Luo.

Only when he was flying halfway, he was hooked by a spiritual force and pulled into the barrier.

"Save me! Save me!"

'Jing Anqing' stood in the barrier, holding her soul with one hand. She slightly raised her head and looked at Chu Luo in the sky, and gently pulled her lips.

A talisman was formed and pasted directly on the soul.

The soul let out a shrill scream, writhing in pain, and finally died in the severe pain.

"The resentment is getting worse!" Zhai Rou, who witnessed all this, frowned, "What are they going to do? With such heavy resentment, aren't they afraid that the world will collapse?"

In the inner hall.

Feng Ru was a little impatient. He walked up to a disciple with his sword in hand and said to 'Jing Anqing' in disgust, "With your speed, you don't know how long it will take?"

"I think Chu Luo and those people are probably going to take action again."

"Although this barrier is strong, it cannot withstand their efforts."

He looked at the others, "If you want to be resentful, do you just look at me like this?"

Everyone else also stood up and came to their respective disciples.

Feng Ru looked at his disciple and sighed softly, "Don't blame Master, Master has been working for this moment for so many years."

"Master has been so kind to you over the years, so you must be willing to die for Master."

He waved the sword in his hand, and thousands of sword blades appeared, stabbing directly at his disciple.

After being cut into pieces, the disciple finally couldn't bear it and died, but after his death, his soul was still trapped by Feng Ru's talisman.

After tens of thousands of tortures, his soul finally dissipated between heaven and earth with a strong resentment.

And the whirlpool of resentment in the sky is getting bigger and bigger, so big that it can almost cover the entire sky.

Feng Ru glanced outside and said, "It's still not enough!"