The locks on Zhan Jingyuan's body opened on their own, and two disciples from the Wind Catching Platform stepped forward and lifted him up, who was like a puddle of mud, away from the guillotine.
A disciple from the Catching Platform roughly stepped forward and took out the nut from his mouth, and was about to take him away from the execution platform.
After Zhan Jingyuan left the guillotine, his eyes gradually became focused.
Looking at the hands stretched out by the disciples from the Catching Tower, he seemed to be greatly frightened and suddenly broke out.
His body trembled violently and he jumped back suddenly.
His expression became crazy and ferocious, and he shouted hysterically:
"No! Stay away from me! Get out of here!"
The hands shackled by the forbidden law were swinging wildly, pushing back.
Suddenly he seemed to think of something, and his body didn't dare to move for a moment.
Slowly holding his head with both hands, he murmured to himself:
"No, don't get excited, be careful of your head falling off!"
His mind was a little crazy, but he didn't even dare to breathe hard, as if he was afraid that the slightest movement would shake his head off.
He just held his head with both hands, trying to hold it hard, but he was afraid of knocking his head off.
I wanted to gently support him, but I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to hold my head firmly.
He just stood there with his hands trembling in confusion, not daring to move.
A disciple from the Catching Tower got impatient and stepped forward to drag him away.
Zhan Jingyuan let out a low cry of extreme fear.
"Don't...don't use force, my head...where is my head?"
He was grabbed by the arms and dragged away by two Feng Catcher disciples, with both hands firmly protecting his head.
From time to time he asked:
"Head! Is my head still there? Where is my head?"
Fifty thousand disciples stood densely in every corner of Jiuyou Peak, as numerous as ants climbing a tree trunk.
Through the mirror in the sky, everyone saw this scene clearly.
Zhan Jingyuan's collapsed expression and actions made everyone feel funny and secretly horrified.
For practitioners, death is nothing, and they are commonplace.
Everyone is actually mentally prepared to die and fall.
But what kind of fear can scare a practitioner into being like this?
At this moment, all the disciples had the idea not to do anything wrong.
Zhang Ke saw Guan Yu looking a little puzzled and explained:
“This is also expected.
Although Zhan Jingyuan's crime did not lead to death, the knife still injured his three souls and seven souls.
If his mind is damaged and he has no home to live in, his sanity will naturally be severely damaged, and the scene that makes his most memorable memory will become his nightmare.
It will take at least a hundred days for him to recover from such a situation."
"Ss—!"
When several people nearby heard Zhang Ke's words, they were all frightened.
Turning to look at the mirror in the sky, Shi Changzhong was not as lucky as Zhan Jingyuan, and he was killed directly.
Among the eighteen disciples who were tortured in the first round, only three survived.
The other fifteen people were all beheaded by the guillotine, whether they were beheaded directly or side-by-side.
The dead people were lifted up and carried away, and in the second round, eighteen people were forked to the guillotine.
"Crash-!"
"Kaka—!"
The locks and chains locked the person again. After verifying his true identity, Biluo Zhenren and others pulled out the Zhu Piling arrow in the slot and reinserted it.
"Crash--!"
"bass-!"
The knife fell again, and all the heads were cut off.
A cloud of blood sprayed on his face, making Zang Guangchen extremely frightened.
He didn't dare to raise his head, closed his eyes tightly, and curled up into a ball, shaking uncontrollably.
After the second round of executions, he suddenly understood why he was not the first to be executed.
This is not a mistake, but intentional.
Let yourself watch helplessly as people are being executed one after another.
Let yourself feel their fear and despair before they die again and again.
Put yourself into the torment of endless fear.
I have to say that this goal was achieved.
Even though he understood the sect's intentions, he still fell into fear and despair.
There were rolling heads in his eyes, and the sound of blood splattering in his ears.
Every time he heard the "clatter" sound of the chain drive, he couldn't control the fear deep in his heart.
He hoped that it would be his turn next and could die to escape this terrible wait.
But he hoped that this moment would never come.
The ferocious and twisted faces made him uncontrollably imagine the pain that moment would bring.
Zang Guangchen inevitably fell into the cage he had built for himself.
Groups of water stains seeped out from under Zang Guangchen's body, and he collapsed completely.
"Next round, Zang Guangchen! Su Zhiyong! Tan Wenhua!"
Zang Guangchen heard his name in his daze.
My body shook involuntarily, and my mind recovered instantly.
Two disciples from the Catching Tower came to him.
Two bamboo forks were placed under his armpits, and he skillfully lifted him up and walked quickly to the guillotine.
Only then did Zang Guangchen realize that he was already one of the few remaining disciples who had been tortured.
Zang Guangchen struggled desperately, but it was of no use.
He was shackled by forbidden laws and was strung up on the guillotine like a chicken.
"Kaka—!"
As the locks rang, Zang Guangchen was bound into an arched shape, but he still struggled desperately.
After nearly an hour of execution, more than two hundred criminal disciples were mercilessly killed.
Among them were the one hundred and thirty-seven people who were bound to die, and some were accomplices who could not be determined to death.
Even though I knew these people deserved their crimes, I watched them being killed one by one like a piece of grass.
Tens of thousands of disciples still inevitably felt the sadness of the rabbit dying and the fox dying in their hearts.
The air on Jiuyou Peak was stagnant, and everyone was staring blankly at the mirror in the sky. No one spoke, only the sound of forcibly suppressed breathing could be heard.
A trace of fear arose from the bottom of their hearts, and they involuntarily placed themselves on the bodies of these tortured disciples.
Never make mistakes, especially unforgivable mistakes.
At this moment, everyone has the deepest understanding and fear of the sect's precepts.
What frightened them the most was not the 'Zhan Zhan' who was bound to die, but the 'Accompanying Zhan' whose fate was unknown.
Some people say that the unknown is the scariest thing.
Today, on the scaffold, this argument was confirmed.
Unpredictable life and death, resignation to fate and helplessness, this kind of suffering and fear is far greater than that of a person who is directly killed.
From that day on, there was a taboo in Xiantian Yiqi Sect.
When he feels great hatred for a person, he will curse that person to come to the guillotine and behead him as many times as he wants until the moment of death.
At this moment, when he saw Zang Guangchen struggling for his life, someone suddenly said loudly:
"Listen to what he wants to say?"
The development of anything requires a forerunner, no matter whether it is good or bad.
Human beings are weak as individuals, so they have the attribute of living in groups by nature.
Blind obedience is a characteristic derived from this attribute.
At this moment, when the first person suddenly spoke with some dissatisfaction in his heart.
It seemed that all of a sudden the sensitive strings in the hearts of the disciples were plucked.
In an instant, many disciples started making noises.
"Yes! Listen to what he wants to say, even if it means death, let him rest in peace!"
"Agree! Let him speak!"
"You are about to die, why don't you let me say a word? Is there a ghost in it?"
"Please be kind to my master and allow him to defend himself!"
"Please be kind to my master and allow him to defend himself!"
"please……"
Tens of thousands of disciples spoke one after another. At first, it was so chaotic and noisy that it was difficult to hear what they were saying.
Gradually, everyone's voices converged into one sentence.
"Please be kind to my master and allow him to defend himself!"
The sound is like a landslide, like a tsunami, like thunder, swaying clouds and shattering the sky.
True Lord Chongxiao's face darkened and he shouted:
"quiet--!"
The two words exploded like thunder, causing many disciples' eardrums to hurt, and they couldn't help but shut their mouths.
At this moment, True Lord Furong suddenly opened his mouth and said:
"Senior Brother Chongxiao! Since the sect disciples have concerns about this matter, why not just listen to what this person wants to say.
It can also dispel the doubts in the minds of the disciples, so as not to think that the sect is doing something."
If True Lord Yuanshen wants to, he can naturally spread his voice within a hundred miles.
Therefore, True Lord Furong's words were also heard by all the disciples on Jiuyou Peak.
Everyone turned their attention to True Lord Chongxiao.
At this moment, there was anger rising in Zhenjun Chongxiao's heart.
True Lord Furong's move was clearly intended to overwhelm public opinion and force Catcher to make concessions.
And once the storm platform retreats, there will be a second time as well as the first time, which will have a huge impact on the prestige of the storm platform.
True Lord Chongxiao's face was as dark as water. He turned his head and glanced at Master Mingxiao, but saw that his face was expressionless and silent.
Zhenjun Chongxiao suddenly understood that the current wind-catching platform was too powerful and had aroused the fear of some people.
Because of this, it actually strengthened a certain decision in Zhenjun Chongxiao's heart.
However, other matters can be postponed, but the current matter must be resolved first.
After a brief pause, True Lord Chongxiao said in a concentrated voice:
"Allow him to speak!"
Standing in front of Zang Guangchen, Master Biluo stretched out his hand to remove the peach from his mouth.
At the same time, the lock on his neck was opened so that he could sit up straight and talk.
"Bah! Bah!"
Zang Guangchen spat twice, and Ma Tao sealed his mouth, making his mouth full of saliva.
Master Biluo shouted from the side:
"Zang Guangchen! If you have anything to say, please come quickly."
Zang Guangchen has already risked his life at this moment. This may be the last time he speaks in his life.
"Hey! I know that my sins are serious and serious, and I deserve to die. The punishment I have imposed on my disciple today is also appropriate. I don't feel any injustice.
but……"
Zang Guangchen sneered and said loudly:
"As a portal to uphold the sect's laws and disciplines, is the Catching Tower really clean?
Since we are going to be punished, why not ask yourself whether you are qualified to do so!"
As soon as this statement came out, it immediately caused an uproar.
This is the first time that a disciple of the sect has questioned the impartiality of the sect's law enforcement department.
Each of the fifty-one Qi Zong disciples turned their attention to the black-clad Wind Catcher disciple next to them.
Although no one spoke loudly, there were constant whispers.
Master Biluo turned to look at Master Chongxiao, and when he nodded, he continued to ask Zang Guangchen.
“How to prove that the wind catching tower is qualified for law enforcement?”
Zang Guangchen laughed ‘haha’ and said loudly:
"It's very simple! Isn't it said that 'accompanying the sword' determines life and death entirely based on merit and demerit?
Come on! Let the Catching Tower send someone to accompany him once. If he survives, it will prove that the Catching Tower is indeed qualified.