Purgatory

Chapter 280 Cultivating the Heart
The third floor of Jianzhou.

Pang Jian leaned against the window, looked indifferently, and looked away from Fang Boxuan.

He was surprised.

That Xueyue leader who first met in Yuanmang Broken Land and who has always acted cautiously, or rather too timidly, has such an unknown side.

The second world, the young master of the Valve Fang family?

Pang Jian couldn't help thinking that when Chixiazhou was played by Mo Linzhou and broke through the Gangfeng layer again, it was Fang Boxuan who tried his best to persuade everyone to give up the idea of ​​seeking revenge from Mozong.

It is also he who reminds everyone time and time again that the Demon Sect is the strongest sect in the Second Realm.

The Fang family was originally attached to the Demon Sect, and they were the leading powerhouses in the Second Realm. It was only because they did not obey the orders of the Demon Sect that they faced annihilation.

As a victim, Fang Boxuan should hate the Demon Sect to the bone, why should he persuade everyone to calm down?
"Is he unwilling to be noticed by the Demon Sect? Or is he so afraid that he doesn't even dare to think of revenge?"

Pang Jian found it difficult to understand.

In the time that followed, Jianzhou remained motionless.

Everyone is looking forward to the arrival of another group of people, or another intelligent creature.

They are eager, hoping that someone will come and pull them, and take them out of the endless smoky quagmire.

Even if the flag that had released many ants and was entrusted by the alien gods could reappear near the sword boat, they would all be delighted and excited.

The situation remained the same, and no newcomers showed up for too long, making everyone restless.

However, the difficult situation of being trapped in the fog has never turned around.

The fire of hope in everyone's hearts was being consumed day by day with the passage of time.

Later, everyone stopped practicing, and had no intention of practicing, and all looked at the eternal fog with perplexed expressions.

Pang Jian, who no longer comprehend the chaotic sword art, just kept the existence of the spiritual shield, silently watching the various forms of human nature on the sword boat.

this day.

"If I can't wait for a turning point, I don't want to wait until the spirit jade is exhausted, and suffer the unknown infection like Wang Ji and die."

An outer disciple of Jianlou suffered a sudden collapse of willpower under the long torment of despair and fear.

He screamed at the endless smoke from the deck.

"puff!"

He killed himself with the spirit sword, bleeding from his neck, and his head fell to the ground.

Negative despair, starting from his suicide, spread rapidly and gradually infected more people.

Everyone watched as his flesh and blood rotted first, then his dead bones turned into bone meal and ashes, and finally turned into a part of "Strange Mist".

"Wang Xin, I want to be with you before I die..."

An outer disciple of Heigu came in front of his fellow apprentice, his suppressed emotions exploded for many years, and he said expectantly: "I am an outer disciple, but you are an inner disciple. Your master has always disagreed with me. Two things."

"I don't have much spiritual jade in my hand, I'm afraid it won't last for a few days. Wang Xin, if you want, we..."

He looked at the person he liked nervously and boldly.

The petite Heigu female disciple pursed her lips and nodded lightly, and said with tears in her eyes, "I am willing."

So the two went to the first floor of Jianzhou hand in hand, found a vacant room, and went to enjoy the joy of fish and water.

"Zhao Liqun!"

A disciple from the outer sect of Jianlou raised his spirit sword and pointed at his fellow sect, saying: "I have endured you for a long time! I have always known that my Huanyun sword only appeared because I borrowed you to figure it out for a few days. Question! Zhao Liqun, you despicable villain, I almost died because of the Huanyun Sword's mistake during a beast hunting operation!"

"I did it."

Another outer disciple of Jianlou sneered: "You and I both have the chance to be promoted to inner disciple in the next test. You are my biggest competitor. I think it's natural for you to die?"

"Haha! Zhao Liqun, everyone is going to die anyway, I must let you be one step ahead of me today!"

The two sword tower disciples, regardless of Qi Qingsong's livid face, fought a decisive battle on the deck that gradually opened up.

As the sword light flew away, their spiritual shields were each crushed by the other side.

Almost simultaneously, they were infected by the alien force in the smoke. The flesh and blood were eroded first, and the dead bones, which were still stained with blood, also turned into bone powder and scattered.

During this period, Qi Qingsong, who knew that he could no longer control him, kept silent the whole time.

At the moment when there is no hope in sight, the so-called order has little meaning.

For those who are resigned to their fate and those who want to die, he can no longer restrain them.

They are all planning to die, who cares about his attitude?

"Pong!"

A beautiful and attractive female disciple from the outer sect of Heigu was snuggling up next to an inner disciple from the inner sect of Heigu, but the killer suddenly came down and punched the inner disciple's chest cavity.

The dark, short and ugly inner disciple couldn't believe it before he died, and pointed at her: "Why?"

"Pooh!"

The female disciple spit out a mouthful, walked away from his gradually extinguished light blue shield, and said sharply: "If you didn't give me some pills every now and then to teach me the way of cultivation, I would serve such a disgusting thing like you?"

"You don't piss on yourself, do you really think that I will admire you and serve you willingly?"

She suddenly looked gloomy, laughed nervously, and said suddenly: "Liu Hai, I avenged you."

"Back when we formed a team together, you were killed by Fan Qi's tricks. I knew I was not his opponent, so I could only pretend to be ignorant and bear it. Today I finally killed him!"

The murderer watched the inner disciple named Fan Qi die with a relieved expression on his face.

Confirming that Fan Qi was really dead, she smiled happily, and then killed herself.

Despair still pervades.

After all kinds of negative emotions fermented and brewed, all kinds of strange things broke out frequently appeared on the sword boat.

Everyone gradually became numb.

"Everything is alive, and people's hearts are treacherous."

Zhou Qingchen also went to the window and looked down with Pang Jian. After feeling a lot of emotion, he suddenly said: "Pang Jian, I don't have enough spiritual jade."

"Ah."

Pang Jian took out half of his spirit jade and handed it to him, feeling infinitely moved.

He didn't know how long it had passed, but on this sword boat lost in the "strange fog", he had a complicated feeling of seeing people's hearts.

Those who are really desperate, seeing the day of death approaching day by day, no matter what strange things they do, he will not be surprised now.

Even, he will feel normal...

When he was in Yunlei's forbidden area, through a gap in space, he saw that powerful foreign object that looked like a lion and a tiger, because of the madness when he sensed a clear coordinate.

He finally had a deep understanding of the eagerness of the foreign body at that time, and the excitement of rekindling the fire of hope in his heart.

It wasn't until he was in the "strange fog" and also lost that he realized how hard it was to be in this endless, hopeless and helpless environment.

Death may really be a relief.

Those with weak willpower, watching the Lingyu decrease day by day, watching the people around them being infected and turned into nothingness one by one, are being devastated physically and mentally all the time.

—a slow torture on the heart and soul.

This is worse than facing death.

How long has it been?
Those people on the sword boat were already full of ugliness, and the dark side of their hearts exploded violently.

That foreign object that has been drifting in the "strange fog" for an unknown number of years, and how much time has it endured?
He doesn't even have a single intelligent creature that can speak, and his flesh and blood have been eroded, leaving only bones.

But he is still struggling to find a chance.

"The strong are always strong, they are strong because of their tenacious willpower, and they are strong because they never give up."

Pang Jian realized something.

He regards the loss of Jianzhou as a practice of sharpening his heart and strengthening his willpower.

He firmly believes in himself and is ready to never give up even if he reaches the last step.

After some time, Pang Jian left his room and found Qi Qingsong who was sitting in the stands on the third floor.

"The belongings of the deceased, the spiritual jade and spiritual weapons that can be used, as long as there is spiritual power, they will be distributed uniformly?"

"For those who have hope and are willing to continue to wait, if it is confirmed that they really have no spirit jade on them, they can be given priority."

Pang Jian made his own suggestion.

Qi Qingsong was shocked, and said, "You haven't given up yet?"

Pang Jian nodded: "If you are alive, there is still hope."

"I……"

Qi Qingsong's heart lake, which has no waves, has ripples.

The ripples gradually expanded, and his gloomy pupils shone with light little by little.

"Okay, I'll go to the unified command and dispatch!"

Qi Qingsong, who had resigned himself to his fate and let everyone go, suddenly flew down from the stands on the third floor of Jianzhou, and began to collect the things left by those bone destroyers.

He cheers up the crowd.

He yelled loudly, telling everyone to keep going, and telling everyone not to give up.

However, not many people really listened to it.

Many people who are still alive look at him with blank eyes.

Those people were clearly still alive, but their eyes were filled with a gloomy look of death.

The heart, willpower, and desire to survive seem to have been eroded away.

For those people, no matter what Qi Qingsong said, they didn't respond.

They just sat there numbly, mechanically, with stiff bodies, holding the spirit jade in their palms to draw strength.

Once the spiritual power of the spirit jade in their hands was exhausted, they would take out one or two pieces again and draw them repeatedly.

Until, when they can no longer take out the spirit jade, they let the spiritual power shield disappear, let themselves be infested by the dense fog, and let themselves become a part of nothingness.

They are still alive, but they seem to be dead.

"It's useless. No matter what you say, it doesn't make sense to them. I don't think they can hear you, because their souls have long had problems."

The silver-haired girl Zhao Yuanqi sat withered on the deck and said to Qi Qingsong who was trying to revive everyone's morale: "People, I am most afraid of losing hope completely, and it will become like this after a long time."

"Unless Jianzhou successfully reaches the Forbidden Land, or returns to Purgatory from this strange fog."

"otherwise……"

Zhao Yuanqi shook her head: "Otherwise what you say is useless, they won't listen to it, and maybe they won't hear it at all."

Qi Qingsong was shocked.

Looking at the living dead sitting numbly, a kind of fear surged in his heart, and he looked at Pang Jian suddenly on the deck.

At this time, what he thought was...

If Pang Jian hadn't found him, if Pang Jian hadn't talked to him, if Pang Jian hadn't helped him strengthen his confidence and belief, would he have gradually become like those people?

He couldn't remember how long he had been sitting there, nor how long he hadn't spoken before Pang Jian found him.

The survivors on the sword boat should explode negative emotions, and those who should go to settle grievances and feuds have already finished it.

It has been a long, long time, no conflicts and exceptions have arisen.

This Jianzhou still has many people alive, and no one has spoken for a long time.

Walking, coming and going, talking, everyone stopped.

He, Qi Qingsongben, is also gradually becoming numb, and it seems that at a certain moment, he will become those living dead who have lost hope.

He suddenly felt great fear.

After careful observation, he found that the people whose eyes were still active and who were still listening to him were...not many.

"How could this be?"

……

(End of this chapter)