On the tower, disciples of the Demon Sect were tied to wood and lined up on the platform. At the top was the Lord of the Suzaku Hall.

At this time, Xiaomeng and Youdie approached quietly.

Xiaomeng clenched her fists: "These damn righteous ways are so stern, and they are completely airtight, obviously to guard against us."

Youdie frowned: "The righteous path should mistakenly think that the Demon Cult is destroyed in the Big Bang. I think the goal of the righteous path is not the Demon Cult itself, but the remnants of the Demon Cult."

Xiaomeng sighed: "No matter what the goal is, under such a stern guard, it is difficult for us to rush in and save people."

What makes the Demon Cult the most uncomfortable is that there are eight people sitting on the platform beside the tower.

Those eight people are representatives of the eight major sects, and the leader is a chasing figure. Not to mention the gains from these people, they have to get them in.

Below, monks from the righteous path began to gather, and major sects arrived one after another. It can be said that this was a grand ceremony for monks.

The righteous paths of all major sects looked at the high platform with full expectations, and they were all the peaks of the righteous path.

When I saw a large number of righteous monks below, let alone how embarrassing and ugly the situation of the Demon Sect disciples was.

He is patrolling an older disciple and finding another young disciple.

"Look at the fireworks show in time, it's almost started. Half of the fireworks were set off at the venue. Half of them were not ready. The most amazing thing was that there was a fireworks gun at the gunfire toward the high platform. The fireworks workshop didn't want to live anymore. If the eight major sects knew about it, you and I wouldn't want to hang out in the Dao League. Go to the fireworks workshop to call people over."

The young disciple was dissatisfied: "Why is it me again with my brother?"

"If you ask you to go, go, it's just close to the river."

"Okay." The young disciple reluctantly went. The venue and fireworks factory of the Zhengdao League have been around for a long time. The Zhengdao disciple has been blessed with cultivation and his feet are very fast. In the blink of an eye, he arrived. When he opened the door and saw the pile of fireworks, the young disciple asked, "What's wrong with the workers?"

The young disciple saw the people in the workshop slumped on the ground: "Damn, what happened?"

A man on the ground slowly got up, like a zombie, his face as if he had been dead: "Ah..."

He opened his mouth and let out a wail, and waves of stench came.

The young disciple retreated, drew his sword and shouted: "Who is the evil one?"

After a careful look, it turned out to be a worker in a fireworks workshop. The young disciple took the sword and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The worker looked around and said, "Am I dead?"

"You are not dead yet."

The worker said in a daze: "By the way, there are work that has not been completed. I still have twenty, no, and ten are still not completed."

The boss had already fallen this morning.

Working continuously for a day and a night of work made the middle-aged boss overwhelmed and fell down.

The young disciple said solemnly: "Have you heard that the fireworks of the righteous path are given to you as trust and face, but how do you use our trust? What have you done? It is indeed almost free, but it is your honor to be able to do things for the righteous path. Your reputation has increased greatly, and this is something that money cannot be exchanged for."

The worker was still confused, his eyelids opened and closed.

The young disciple asked: "Why did you hear me say? What's going on with the fireworks on the right path?"

The worker came to his senses: "I have invited someone to place the fireworks on the other side of the righteous road."

The young disciple was in a bad mood, so he pulled the collar of the worker and cursed: "Why don't you place it yourself and do it for inspection? Please ask outsiders to place it in a few ways. Do you have to do it carefully? Do you know how much impact it will have when it is spread?"

The worker bowed his head: "I'm sorry."

"What's the use of apology now? Is it so important to make money?" The young disciple did not mean to let the worker go, and continued to yell: "Can you give up your reputation in order to make money? In order to make these fireworks, you can deal with the Dao Alliance casually, knowing how serious the consequences are."

The workers continued to bow their heads and apologize.

The righteous disciple snorted coldly: "Don't think that apologizing can solve the problem. Tell you that our Dao Alliance is really angry."

The worker finally couldn't help but burst out suddenly, with crazy eyes revealing, and his eyes were covered with bloodshot: "I'm angry too, do you think I'm thinking?"

Originally, the Dao League was thankless, and Mo Yang suddenly came to poison him. After working overtime for two days and one night, the workers were already physically and mentally exhausted. A disciple of the Dao League kept roaring and criticizing all kinds of criticisms for the imperfection of work. The most important work was not done by you, but by you entrusting someone to do it, but the other party pointed at you and scolded him, let alone how wronged he felt.

But there was no way. In front of the powerful, he could only apologize. But the apology was not forgiven, but a ruthless scolding. The workers finally endured to the extreme and suddenly burst out: "Why are everyone forcing me to not give me money, and I have to ask more. We are opening workshops, not good halls."

"What do you mean? Since you have taken over the order, you have to do it well."

"You forced me to do it."

"Oh, you worker, yell at us right path. A mere mortal is not afraid of death. I suspect you have colluded with the Demon Cult."

The worker's eyes were filled with anger, and the anger surged in his heart, and he had already reached the point of losing his mind.

There is no difference between you group of people and the Demon Sect!

"The ignition ceremony is about to begin, and there is not much time left. Just put all the wrong fireworks in the right way, so don't blame us for treating you as a magician."

The worker closed his lips tightly, his eyes full of anger.

The young disciple yelled: "Why are you still standing there? Go and prepare to light the fire!"

Wake up by the voice of the young disciple, and the employees of other workshops stood up one after another, wandering around the workshop like zombies. The workers took out a fire break and walked to the fireworks. The young disciple's face changed drastically: "What are you doing?"

"ignition."

The worker has not slept for two days and a night, and is tired and confused, and has done unconscious behavior.

If a rabbit is anxious, it will bite people. Anyone has a limit of oppression. The worker is oppressed to the limit. He makes the craziest decision in his life, the fire broker is close to the fireworks.

The young disciple is worthy of being a monk. His movements and reactions are fast. He quickly pushed away the workers around him and rushed over, knocking off the fire broker in the workers' hands with one hand.

The fire broke out and bounced on the corners of the table and chairs, then bounced back and fell into the pile of fireworks. The workers and young disciples were stunned, and the workers shrugged.

It's nothing to do with my business, it's all fate!

The fireworks were lit in one breath, with fireworks made for Moyang, and some of them were fireworks in the city that were not placed. A large number of fireworks accumulated in the workshop exploded in one breath, and the colorful fireworks flew out. The workers laughed: "Chao, burn it, all of them are burned!"

Colorful flames flew out of the window and landed in the city. In just one short time, the entire immortal was burned.
Chapter completed!