Under the aura of despair, three days seemed to be longer than three thousand years, but it might just be a daze. After a few battles, when you drained the blood from your weapon, three days passed.
During this period, although Qingyun and Xiao Luoyi should eat and drink, they were still concerned about the movements of Bai Ye and Zhizhengtang, trying to find out from their every move whether they had any counterattack plans.
Unfortunately, except for seeing Bai Zhizheng's majestic figure killing a strange beast from a distance on the battlefield, both of them found nothing.
It was as if he had already made up his mind, and he seemed not to take Zou Yanwen and Wan Guliu seriously at all.
Qingyun felt somewhat guilty that he might personally bury Bai Zhizheng and even Zou Yanwen, but to put it bluntly, he was just an insignificant outsider.
He hired Zou Yanwen to rescue Yao Pofeng with the Soul-awakening Pill, a deal.
Wan Guliu saved his life, but also used him as a bargaining chip and threw him to Xiao Luoyi to equalize.
As for Bai Zhizheng, Qingyun believed that although he was owed, Master Bai also used his body to block the sword, which was still enough to repay the debt.
Only poor Bai Xuan and Wan Congfang are the victims of this whole conspiracy.
But in Xiao Luoyi's words, since Bai Xuan and Wan Congfang have made the decision to set foot in the small secret realm, they must be aware that they may die at any time!
Cultivation is not a child's play. There is always a stepping stone for the strong on the road to heaven!
"Only the weak talk about morality and fairness, and they usually die after talking about it."
Xiao Luoyi's words were full of cruelty and blood, but they were the truth she had learned from practicing in the Demon Sect for nearly two hundred years.
"what about me?"
Qingyun smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly, but still asked Xiao Luoyi.
"You are weak, but you will definitely become strong, and before that I will never let you die."
Xiao Luoyi stared in the direction of the Spiritual Mirror Sacrifice, his voice full of determination. Only Qingyun always had a decisiveness against his own actions.
That night, there was an earth-shattering explosion that seemed to be enough to blast through the thirty-three realms, shaking all the creatures on the battlefield to the point of losing their hearts and souls.
Yes, the direction of the sound came from the ruins of the Spirit Mirror Sacrifice. The huge and blazing light pillar soaring into the sky was like a burning golden crow, lighting up the originally dim starry sky.
The monks put down their weapons, and the strange beasts put away their fangs. They all stared in the direction of the Spiritual Mirror Sacrifice in horror and panic.
"Sister, do you think Bai Zhizheng will die?"
Qingyun also stared at the light beam and asked silently.
"What do you think?"
Xiao Luo asked instead without answering.
"Although looking at the intensity of the explosion, it seems that Li Lingjun detonated several white jade pendants at the same time, I still don't think he died so easily."
"Me too. Now I know why Li Lingjun said that it depends on the fate of Zou Yanwen and Wanguliu. If you can survive such an explosion, then your life is really not worthy of death."
The explosion lasted for less than ten breaths before ending abruptly, and the light beam disappeared even faster. Although they didn't know what happened, everyone could still see a huge pit from a distance.
Then, as the fog above the pit dissipated, bits of dreamy and void light appeared around the pit, which was beautiful and fascinating.
With this explosion, no one except Yao Mengxun could feel that the entire Ancient Monuments, and even the Thirty-three Realms, seemed to have undergone some changes once again.
Qingyun's eyesight was very good, and he seemed to vaguely see something in the dust, so he couldn't help but pull Xiao Luoyi's black gauze:
"Sister, look, there seems to be something in the dust and mist!"
Looking carefully, Xiao Luo let out a light sigh and asked:
"Hey, what are you looking at?"
"Dragon!"
I saw a long and winding dragon shadow hidden in the mist, with majestic head and horns, sharp fingers and claws, and the dragon's tail glowed with a faint purple under the dim light, as if it would soar into the sky at any time.
"Where are the dragons?"
Hearing these words, Qingyun's heart moved and he secretly said:
"My eldest sister is at the fifth level of Yuan Hua Realm, and her five senses should be stronger than mine, but she can't see it. I must be the only one who can see this dragon shadow."
But it was like a flash in the pan, the purple dragon shadow disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. Qingyun suppressed the doubts in his heart and told his eldest sister that he was dazzled.
Immediately, several figures were seen rushing out of the chaotic dust, and it was obvious that someone was still chasing after these figures. Qingyun's eyes widened and he exclaimed:
"Bai Zhizheng!"
"He really won't die that easily!"
Xiao Luoyi also murmured in shock.
She kept staring in the direction of the Spirit Mirror Sacrifice from a distance without relaxing for a moment. After witnessing the power of the white jade pendant with her own eyes, she believed that she would not be able to survive such an explosion, even if she was protected by a defensive magic weapon!
Because the power of the jade pendant's explosion has long exceeded the attack power of Yuan Hua Realm monks, at least comparable to a blow from Concentration Realm, she knows the terror of high-level monks better than anyone else!
But even so, even though he was very far away and his face was covered by dust, who could that snow-white majestic figure be if it wasn't Bai Zhizheng?
They saw Mr. Bai running straight into the battlefield in full view of everyone, and then turned back into the Zhizhengtang camp, forcing the pursuers behind him to stop and run away.
But the other figures gradually ran towards Qingyun, obviously coming towards the Second Young Master's Gang.
"It should be Zou Yanwen and the others."
Xiao Luoyi narrowed her beautiful eyes and said in a deep voice.
"Let's go pick them up!"
"Aren't you afraid that Mr. Li Ling will silence you?"
"Huh, she doesn't dare!"
Qingyun snorted and took the lead to respond.
Fortunately, Mr. Bai attracted everyone's attention. Most of the Second Young Gang, including Yao Pofeng, were out fighting tonight, and Zou Wan and his two men were able to arrive safely.
When they forced back the shadow warriors again, they were all frightened by their tragic situation.
Wan Guliu's eyes were completely destroyed, his orifices were bleeding, and his body was covered in bones. Wan Congfang, who was not sure whether he was alive or dead in his arms, persisted to the Er Shao Gang because of his love for his daughter.
Zou Yanwen was slightly better, but his blue robe had turned into a tattered bloody suit. His whole chest was deeply sunk inward, and his left arm was shoulder-length and swaying in the wind. If it weren't for the connection between skin and flesh, it would have been dead. Missing.
"Quick, come in!"
Qingyun had already prepared a secret tent and led the two of them inside quietly. However, Wanguliu had just entered and fell straight down.
Fortunately, Xiao Luo had quick eyes and quick hands, and took Wan Congfang from Lao Wan's hand, but he frowned slightly.
"Senior Brother Zou, what are you..."
Before Qingyun finished speaking, he saw Zou Yanwen first setting up a layer of sealing formation with one hand, and then reconnecting his broken arm. Then he gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:
"Let me slow down."
"good."
Qingyun stopped talking nonsense, and then carried Wangu Liu, who was still breathing, to the bed. Only then did he realize that Xiao Luoyi was still holding Wan Congfang in his arms, standing motionless, frowning and staring at Ru Tianran who was sleeping peacefully in his arms. girl.
"Sister, will you also..."
But before he finished speaking, he also realized something, and quickly rushed to Xiao Luoyi. Just as he was about to raise his hand to sniff, he saw Witch Xiao shake her head:
"The palace of God has been destroyed, and there is no way to save it."
Blood was still dripping down Xiao Luoyi's arm, and Qingyun's hand was frozen in the air for dozens of breaths.
Once upon a time, that cute and cheerful girl had a profound impact on Qingyun. He even remembered that when he first met Wan Congfang, she was wearing a black and white embroidered lily skirt.
When she was captured by Xiao Luoyi, she kept crying and desperately begged Wan Guliu to save him, but the next time she saw the girl, she was a little less playful and a little more mature.
Qingyun was happy for her to join the Zixiao Sect, but also worried about her being captured by Bai Zhizheng.
But this girl who looked like a passer-by and the girl next door was now lying coldly in Xiao Luoyi's arms, and the color on her face was slowly fading over time.
His heart suddenly hurt.
Qingyun really wanted to see Wan Congfang's long eyelashes twitch again, really wanted to hear the father and daughter bickering again, really wanted to see the girl's smile as she jumped up and down and waved goodbye to him.
But there was only the faint medicinal fragrance of her body left in the room, which seemed to still linger in his nose, accompanied by the strong smell of blood.
Yes, Xiao Luoyi told him that the weak only deserve to live at the feet of the strong, but when he faced the girl's blood, Qingyun's heart still couldn't calm down for a long time.
This is no longer a boring emotion after killing his enemy, but because of his matchmaking or deliberate connivance, which led to the tragic death of an innocent girl.
He knew and expected that Wan Congfang would die, but despite his deliberate avoidance, he never took it to heart.
"This is all for Brother Feng, for the overall situation..."
Qingyun repeated this extremely simple reason to himself over and over again, but it wasn't until Wan Congfang died in front of him that he realized that he might have done something wrong that was not right.
"If Wan Congfang and Bai Xuan are weak, what's the difference between me and the lackeys who succumbed to the strong?"
A heavy cough brought Qingyun's thoughts back to reality, and he saw Wanguliu standing up with difficulty, trying to get off the bed, and kept shouting the word "Fang'er" in his mouth.
"Master Wan, your injuries are too serious, don't get up!"
The word "Fang'er" was like a heavy hammer, constantly hitting Qingyun's heart, but he still endured the discomfort, came to Wanguliu's bed and pushed him down.
"Qing...Qingyun? I...we have returned to the...Second...Second...Young Gang?"
"Yes, Master Wan, it was Senior Brother Zou who brought you back."
Qingyun's voice was a little trembling and he said mechanically.
"Where's Fang'er? Where's my Fang'er?"
Xu Shi's eyes were destroyed by the explosion of the white jade pendant. Wanguliu raised his hands high and kept groping in the air. Tears or blood fell from the corners of his eyes, staining the bed sheets red.
"She...she..."
Just when Qingyun was at a loss and hemming and hawing, a snow-white and delicate lotus-rooted arm appeared in front of his eyes, and then tightly grasped Wanguliu's waving hands.
"Sister!"
Qingyun was about to speak out when he heard Xiao Luoyi's message:
"He's not alive anymore. Tell him that Wan Congfang hurts his throat and can't speak."
This time, Qingyun took a serious look at Xiao Luoyi's coquettish and beautiful face. He knew that something deep-rooted in the eldest sister's heart had changed.
"Master Wan, Miss Fang'er is here. She has woken up. She just injured her vocal cords and cannot speak. If you have anything to say, just say it!"
Qingyun did not hesitate, and a faint but warm spiritual power slowly entered his body along the chest of Eternal Life.
