Seal of Chaos

Let the monsters run rampant!One day I will make you submit to me, I will make the whole world submit to me! "

18. Chaotic Times: Willfulness

The Hundred Families of the Immortal Gate and the Yaozu finally went to war.Zhou Junti and Lang Fengke went to the front line full of anger.The demon king's strategy of kidnapping Immortal Master Jing Xing has made him a strong enemy for no reason.

After several big and small battles, Lang Fengke has made outstanding military exploits and gained a reputation far and wide, but not all of them are good reputations.The Yaozu called him an executioner, and the immortals called him a lunatic.Some good people even made a list of evil spirits, ranking the most murderous figures in the history of the entire cultivation world in the order of evil and calamities, and Lang Fengke happened to be on the list.Even Qin Ying got the nickname of Shadow Assassin.It's just that neither of them cares about these false names, and they still go their own way.Zhou Junti, on the other hand, was praised for his steady demeanor before the battle and his resourcefulness like a god, which made Dejun's name more and more famous.

It's a pity that the war is tight, and the chances for the two to meet are becoming less and less.

On this day, after winning several consecutive battles, the two finally met in Puding City.

"In the misty forest, Shuang Yaoxi Leng told me that the target of the demon king is you. Is it related to cultivating sorcery?" Zhou Junti stood on the city wall and said to Lang Fengke beside him.

Lang Fengke said: "Since I planted the Moon Staining Soul Fragrance Gu, no one can see that I am practicing witchcraft. The demon king probably found it from my mother. I just don't know why he is working so hard."

Zhou Junti warned: "You must be more cautious when using witchcraft in the future. Especially do not use talismans. Your talisman is probably the only one in the whole world that is bright red, and the evil spirit is too conspicuous."

Lang Fengke snorted coldly, and said proudly: "So what if it stands out, who can do anything to me!"

Seeing that Zhou Junti did not answer, he shook his head to dispel the impetuousness and arrogance in his heart, and smiled again: "Speaking of talismans, it is almost your birthday, how about I give you a gift?" After speaking, he took out a talisman, "I have newly researched it. It is driven by blood essence. The more blood sacrificed, the better the effect. You see." After speaking, he pinched his finger and dripped a drop of blood on the talisman, and the talisman instantly turned into countless light spots. The dots turned into petals and butterflies again.

Zhou Junti glanced at him, and asked blankly, "What's the use?"

"Uh, throwing it out can stop the enemy? All the talismans in the entire world of cultivating immortals are powered by mana. I don't need any mana. This is a breakthrough." After speaking, he took out another talisman from his pocket. Throw it to Zhou Junti, "Anyway, you don't know how to draw talismans, so play with it."

Zhou Junti seemed a little disgusted, but he still silently put it away.Then he said to Lang Fengke: "Now that the monster army is temporarily retreating, it is time for us to go back. Immortal Wei Ren will hold a celebration banquet on the bank of the Jialing River soon, and discuss the next step with the immortal sects."

Lang Fengke's expression gradually turned gloomy, and he said in a low voice, "Zhou Gan, is it right or wrong for us to participate in this war?"

"You mean... about the massacre of prisoners of war?"

"They are all human beings. They are the people in mourning. They were forced to become the demon king's pawns. If they died on the battlefield, they would have nothing to say, but they have been captured and have no power to fight back. Massacre. I never cared about human life, but I don't want my hands to be stained with the blood of the weak and the same kind."

Zhou Junti suddenly raised his head, and said solemnly: "Lang Xiao, if one day we can put this world under our feet, we will be qualified to say no to all injustices in this world."

Lang Fengke was silent for a while, and suddenly laughed wildly: "I am not qualified? I want to be an enemy of this world! What is the Seal of the Six Kingdoms like two hectares of land, and a thousand years of fame is not as good as a glass of wine! Zhou Gan, you are really a... Gentleman." After finishing speaking, without looking at Zhou Junti again, he turned around and went down the tower.

Zhou Junti didn't chase him, but stood on the tower, watching him gallop away on horseback.

Lang Xiao, which is more important, the world or you?If one day, everyone is against you, how should I choose?

Three days later, by the Jialing River.Zhou Junti finally saw Lang Fengke again.

He is still dressed in a bright red dress, independent of the world, and stands out from the rest of the world in the crowd of blue or white figures.

Zhou Junti wanted to find him, but he seemed to be getting farther and farther away.It wasn't until the celebration banquet started and all the monks sat down that he walked in drunk and found a remote seat.

"Everyone, now the demon clan is retreating to the Ailao...it's all thanks to everyone here..." Someone on the stage was making a long speech, Zhou Junti was too lazy to listen, and just followed the toast and drank.Lang Fengke can be willful, but he can't. Now behind him is the entire Kunyu sect.

I don't know which monk got up and said: "In every battle, thousands of pawns are captured. Every time a city is captured, there are more than [-] prisoners..."

Someone stood up again: "If you want me to say, why spend a lot of food to feed those captives, since they are the lackeys of the demon king, they should be killed."

Zhou Junti thought to himself, sure enough someone proposed to massacre the prisoners of war again.In almost every large and small gathering, someone will bring it up, as if how heinous these prisoners of war are.Every time a mourning prison city was captured, there was a sound of mourning.

"It is true that being a tiger's minion is not worthy of pity, but it is not a crime that deserves death. It is best to focus on enlightenment. Each sect and sect can share some of it, and the worry of food shortage can be resolved."

Oh, enlightenment... These people are looking forward to carve up prisoners of war, not because they want them to work as coolies, as test subjects for talismans and spells, or even for the joy of massacres.These prisoners of war are all innocent civilians, but because of bad luck, they were reborn in Ailao country, so they deserve it?What face do you have to claim to be upright in Xianmen!

"The one who spoke...hiccup...what's his name..." Lang Fengke stood up suddenly, and even hiccupped while speaking.Zhou Junti's heart suddenly became tense for no reason.

"How do you plan to educate them? Let them learn about poison-drinking talismans or heart-piercing spells? Uh... at your level... hiccup... you probably won't be able to use these talismans "Lang Fengke's expression became more and more disdainful, "how about letting these captives renovate the kennel for you?"

"You..." The person being ridiculed is the Master Heming of Yunhe Temple, and he can be regarded as a long-established senior in the world of cultivating immortals.Although his eloquence was not as good as Lang Fengke's, he had a strong temper. He gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, drew his sword and left the table.However, the corner of Lang Fengke's mouth raised, and he didn't see any movement, but suddenly heard a "pop", five fingerprints appeared on this real person's face in an instant.

The shadow behind Lang Fengke drifted away for a moment, and said something that made everyone present gasp: "This old dog's face is quite elastic."

Master Heming's face turned red, but he could only stand there dumbfounded.He was not sure about beating a Lang Fengke, not to mention Qin Ying was watching from the side.But if he didn't fight, he couldn't let go of this face.

Whether the rest of the sects are friendly or hostile to Yunheguan, they are all looking at him as a joke.The older ones can still put on a dignified and self-sustaining look, but many of the younger ones have already laughed out loud.

Lang Fengke sneered and put him aside, looked around and said loudly: "I, Lang Fengke, oppose the torture and killing of prisoners. Anyone who refuses to accept it, just come and beat him! After today, if someone does this again, it will be hard for me, Lang Fengke !"

Seeing him so defiant, everyone talked a lot.After a while, several people got up, they were all models of prisoner abuse and vanguards of slaughtering the city.Lang Fengke wanted to cut off their way of having fun, so they were naturally unwilling, relying on how many people want to fight today.

Another person stood up slowly, but instead of facing Lang Fengke, he clasped his fists towards everyone and said, "What Lang Fengke said can represent my attitude towards Kunyu Mountain. If you can't get along with Lang Fengke, you are fighting with me." Zhou Junti can't make it through."

"When did the Kunyu faction join hands with such evil spirits as Lang Fengke!" Master Heming couldn't hold back his breath, and said again.

Seeing him like this, Zhou Junti's expression became more serious: "Junior brother Lang is the only son of Immortal Master Jing Xing, how can he be a crooked demon? Please be careful with your words, Master Heming!"

Master Heming was angered again and again, and finally he couldn't choose what to say: "To be able to give birth to such a demon and crooked ways, Zhou Cang is just a man who has earned his name!"

Zhou Junti slapped the table and said angrily: "Heming Guanzhu!" However, before he could finish speaking, Lang Fengke had already moved.

No one saw his movements clearly, and everyone felt a blur in front of them. The next moment, his dagger was on the neck of Master Heming, and there were bloodstains in the breath of mana.

"Since you say that I am a crooked devil, isn't it what a crooked devil should do to kill someone in public?" The corners of Lang Fengke's mouth raised slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and everyone was startled by the sinister aura he released. .The few who stood up to oppose him before all pressed their buttocks back to their seats firmly, and did not dare to make a sound again.

Seeing Lang Fengke's killing intent, Zhou Junti couldn't move his brows any longer.The death of He Ming is not a pity, but if he is really killed, he will definitely make enemies for nothing.Thinking of this, he finally made a move, grasping Lang Fengke's dagger with two fingers and pulling it outward.

Lang Fengke pursed his lips tightly, adding another [-]% of his strength, refusing to relax at all.However, Zhou Junti's fingers were as if they were made of refined iron, they did not move a single muscle.

The two of them competed, but they suffered from the real Heming who was caught in the middle.The dagger was always gesturing around his neck, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to take a breath, for fear of affecting Zhou Junti's performance.

Mana spewed out of the dagger blade again, licking at Zhou Junti's fingers like a tongue of fire, leaving wounds one after another.Blood trickled down the tip of the dagger drop by drop.However, Zhou Junti still did not withdraw his hand.

Lang Fengke suddenly laughed, and as soon as he let go of his palm, the dagger disappeared instantly.