"Patriarch, we can still pass through this sea of blades. Just control your body's balance and roll over on the tip of the blades. Hurry up and roll over."
As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the golden armor behind him. He was afraid that this group of big guys would attack them. Looking at their tall stature and their large blades, it was clear that they weren't easy to deal with.
Because everyone had a glimmer of hope, after hearing this person's words, their faces turned red and white.
Hun Dingtian and Jing Yunfeng's faces were gloomy to the extreme. Especially when that person said 'hurry up and roll over.' This made their faces turn ugly. Black lines appeared on their foreheads.
However, this disciple wasn't wrong. They had been in a deadlock for so long and still couldn't find a way to pass through the sea of blades.
It seemed that 'scram' was the only way. Other than this, they couldn't think of any other way. At least this person had reached the other side.
Qingyue looked at the mirror image with interest. She glanced at Ji Zhangming and asked softly, "Do you think they will roll over?"
Ji Zhangming carefully observed and shook his head, "It's hard to say. But looking at the situation, I don't think Jing Yunfeng will roll over. It's hard to say for Hun Dingtian."
"I don't think so!" Mu Yuchen shook her head.
Ji Zhangming looked at Mu Yuchen with surprise and asked, "Oh? Old Devil, do you have other ideas?"
Mu Yuchen sighed and said, "Even now, I feel that they will all scram over. The more I think about Lord Thirteen's words, the more meaningful they sound. Ah, the human heart. If it were me, I might have made the same choice."
"I remember that you didn't say that a few hours ago. At that time, didn't you also think that they wouldn't roll over?"
Qingyue narrowed her eyes and revealed a trace of curiosity. She didn't know the reason that made her change her original intention.
"Sigh …"
Mu Yuchen sighed and said, "Didn't Ji Zhangming change his mind too?
A few hours ago, they had just entered this formation space. According to our thinking, experts naturally have the pride of experts. We all thought that they wouldn't roll over.
However, a few things have already happened. Do you know?
Time changes everything. It can change a person.
If we were in their shoes, we would definitely be arrogant at the beginning. We wouldn't be able to put down our dignity for a while. We would rather die than be humiliated like this.
However, time was truly an incredible force. In the beginning, they couldn't bring themselves to give up their face and were willing to die. However, as time passed, their will to die faded.
At this time, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would not be willing to die.
Shisan's words were very reasonable. No matter how strong you are, no matter how proud you are, when people are in a desperate situation, they will want to die a heroic death.
However, after you have spent a certain amount of time in a hopeless situation, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, you will be overjoyed. How can you not grasp it?
Therefore, I feel that now that ten hours have passed, the time difference is just right, neither too long nor too short. They will definitely scram. "
Bluemoon nodded and praised, "I also think that makes sense. They should all scram over. What's the point of cultivators cultivating?
Isn't it because they want to live a few more years? Otherwise, wouldn't it be better to be an ordinary person, marry a wife, have children, and live an ordinary life, laugh and cry whenever they want?
They still have a long lifespan. How can they die so willingly? "
Jing Yunfeng's face was gloomy. His eyes flickered as he looked at the sea of blades ahead. There were more than a thousand Golden Armors on the other side.
The more time passed, the more disadvantageous it would be for them. If they couldn't make a decision now, they would have to wait until the last trace of Xuan Energy was exhausted.
At that time, even if they managed to roll over the sea of blades, they wouldn't have the energy to deal with the group of tall and sturdy Golden Armors.
Jing Yunfeng's eyes wandered as thoughts flickered in his mind.
At this moment, Hun Dingtian asked, "What do you think, Daoist Jing? What do you plan to do?"
Jing Yunfeng smiled bitterly, "My thoughts should be similar to yours. I can't make a decision for now."
Scram over. This method was too insulting. It was nothing for ordinary cultivators, but they were Earthly Immortal experts.
Asking an Earthly Immortal expert to scram over, and an Earthly Immortal at the Cold Spring Realm at that. This was the first time in their lives that they had been humiliated like this.
However, compared to their long lifespan, scramming over was nothing. The problem was that even if they managed to get through the Golden Armors, they didn't know what terrifying things were waiting for them.
Hun Dingtian pondered for a long time before he finally said helplessly, "A real man knows when to yield and when not to yield. Scram. Otherwise, when all of our Xuan Energy is exhausted here, even if we manage to roll over, we might not be able to get away with it."
The more Xuan Energy was exhausted, the less it would be. Even though the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth was abundant, they couldn't absorb it to replenish their Xuan Energy.
"Since Daoist Hun has decided, then scram!"
Jing Yunfeng's gaze fell on the Ancient Green Nether Clan as he said in a deep voice, "You guys can start first. Pay attention to your balance. Don't panic."
Everyone wanted to scram over. They would rather face the Golden Armors on the other side than suffer such humiliation here.
However, they didn't know that the Golden Armors were even more terrifying than the rain of knives.
Jing Yunfeng looked at his clansmen falling into the sea of knives and rolling forward. He felt very upset.
"Humph, I will remember the humiliation I suffered today. Qinglian School, I will return the humiliation you gave us a hundredfold after I get through the Array and enter the Qinglian School."
Jing Yunfeng was filled with hatred. This was the biggest humiliation he had ever suffered in his life. He had to take revenge.
"Daoist Jing, don't be too bothered. We won't let this go easily," Hun Dingtian said as he signaled the disciples of the Hall of Souls to follow suit and fall into the sea of knives.
He was filled with hatred as well. However, his patience was much better than Jing Yunfeng's.
"Poof ~"
"Ah …"
At this moment, a miserable cry came from the sea of knives. A disciple of the Ancient Green Nether Clan couldn't maintain his balance and his chest was pierced through by a sharp knife.
"Ah …"
Other than the miserable cry from the beginning, there was nothing else but a painful cry.
Luckily, not all the knives went into his body. Only one of them brushed past his heart and didn't take his life immediately.
When the sharp knife was retracted, it also brought out a stream of blood from his body. What was worse was that after the sharp knife was retracted, it left a hole in his chest. Blood kept flowing out, and the blood didn't stop flowing. The blood didn't stop flowing, and it dyed the nearby sharp knives red.
The man's chest was pierced through by a sharp knife. His miserable cry made everyone tremble. Some of them even lost their balance in panic.
"Ah …"
Another blood-curdling scream rang out as another person was struck. However, this person wasn't as lucky as Ye Xiwen.
The man's arm was pierced through by a sharp knife. The worst thing was that his neck was also pierced through by a sharp knife. Blood kept flowing out.
Other than the miserable cry that the man let out at the beginning, he didn't make any other sound. He wanted to struggle and his body twitched. However, every time he struggled, blood would come out from the hole in his neck.
As he struggled, he lost control of his body. The sharp knives under his body all moved and turned his body into a sieve.
In the end, the man spasmed and then there was no more. He was already dead.
A Primordial Spirit flew out from between his eyebrows. However, as soon as the Primordial Spirit came out, it was cut in half by a falling guillotine. The Primordial Spirit turned into a cloud of dust and disappeared in the air.
When everyone saw this, they felt a chill run down their spines. Unknowingly, their bodies were soaked in cold sweat.
Everyone kept quiet out of fear. The shadow of death loomed over their hearts.
At this moment, they realized that rolling over was also dangerous. As long as they couldn't control their body well and lost their balance, the sharp knives under their bodies would not hesitate to stab into their bodies.
Everyone's hearts had already collapsed. Even though their faces were already covered in tears, they did not dare to shout, nor did they dare to move casually.
Even though they were in despair, they didn't want to die. They were afraid that if they couldn't control their body well, they would be the next one.
Some people's mental strength was better. After they calmed down, they began to carefully roll over to the other side. Because they knew that if they didn't leave the sea of knives, they could be pierced through at any time.
However, some people simply controlled their bodies and lay on the tip of the knives. They didn't dare to move. They were already scared out of their wits.
When Jing Yunfeng saw this, he encouraged them, "Everyone, relax. Don't worry. Don't be afraid. Just control your body's balance and roll over. As long as you reach the other side, the flowers will bloom."
Hun Dingtian saw that everyone had entered the sea of knives. He looked at the silent people in the sea of knives. After thinking for a while, he said, "Let's go down too. As long as we can roll over to the other side, we can at least rebuild their confidence."
Jing Yunfeng nodded. He withdrew the Xuan energy that was supporting the shield. He bowed and said, "I'll go first."
After saying that, the moment the guillotine returned to the sky, he suddenly jumped into the sea of knives. He quickly laid flat on the sharp knives.
When Hun Dingtian saw Jing Yunfeng enter the sea of knives, his body turned into a black smoke and followed him. The next moment, he lay down behind Jing Yunfeng.
"Get lost, get lost, get lost …"
"They've all gotten lost …"
Everyone in the Shui Yue Pavilion was excited. Whether it was Qingyue, Fang Zizhou, or the others, they were happy when they saw Jing Yunfeng and the others rolling in the sea of knives. It was as if they had won a bet.
Wan Zhongshan said casually, "Like I said, the dignity of the strong, the pride of the strong. Thirteenth Master is right. At this time, don't talk about asking them to scram, even if you ask them to jump into the latrine, they will jump into it."
Yun Caiqi said in agreement, "Dignity is precious, but life is even more valuable. If they can live, no one is willing to die. Even if they have to live lowly like a dog, they would still choose to live."
Lan Yunting shook her head and said, "That's not right. Look at some people who are enslaved. They only want to die."
Mu Yuchen immediately said, "That's because they chose to live lowly. In the end, they found that their lives are worse than a dog. Living is worse than death. At that time, they would want to end their lives."
"You guys watch. I'll go see my brother."
Yun Caiyue watched for a while and lost interest. She still had many questions to ask Yun Shisan.