When Chen Ping walked out of the ruins of the mansion, he found that the outside was no longer what it was, and the original pleasant spring environment with blooming flowers was gone.
There are messy scenes everywhere.
As soon as Chen Ping walked out of the courtyard, he saw the monk who died suddenly on the road. As he walked further, he saw the magic sword falling on the ground, and he didn't know who it belonged to.
He thought for a moment and put the magic sword away.
Continuing to walk forward for a while, I picked up another money bag, and then another magic weapon...
Before danger comes, not everyone can deal with it as calmly as Chen Ping.
It is inevitable to panic and run for your life.
As for these dropped properties, were they dropped by the monks while they were escaping? Or did they die suddenly and drop their bodies into powder? Chen Ping is unknown.
Going further, the scene is already terrible.
There were monks who died violently everywhere, some with only severed limbs and internal organs. Fallen trees and houses can be seen everywhere. The living monks were wailing.
The Gang Qi of Yuanying or higher cultivators is like a sword. With the cold sword Qi flying everywhere, how many Qi training monks can survive by chance?
Chen Ping rose into the air with his sword and saw that the situation in the middle city and the outer city was even more horrific, with corpses everywhere.
Right.
As far as his cultivation and defense were concerned, they could only withstand the powerful aura that swept across everything. What's more, those monks in the Qi training period.
There is no way for mortals to survive.
The entire Yunzhong City was almost razed to the ground.
"Cloud City is gone."
Chen Ping was filled with regret.
He looked around and saw a lonely Yun Haitang in the direction of Yun Mansion.
So Yu Jian flew over.
"Fellow Daoist Yun, how is the Yun Mansion?" Chen Ping glanced around the Yun Mansion, which had also collapsed.
Yun Haitang slowly turned her head, but as soon as she turned her head, her body swayed and she almost fell.
Chen Ping had quick eyes and quick hands, and held her waist with one hand:
"Fellow Daoist Yun, are you okay?"
After she stood firm, Chen Ping quickly retracted his big hand around her slim waist, feeling a little embarrassed.
But Yun Haitang seemed completely unaware of this. She looked at Yun Mansion and then at Zhongwai City.
He suddenly buried his head on Chen Ping's shoulder, sobbing silently, and his body heaved together.
Chen Ping froze suddenly.
Yun Haitang was caught off guard by his actions.
In Chen Ping's impression, Yun Haitang has always been a cold-faced, unsmiling person who is calm and calm in dealing with things.
Even on the day when the news of Yun Wenting's death came back, she was not seen crying.
I have never seen such a weak side of her.
Chen Ping didn't know how to comfort her.
A family that had been in business for hundreds of years was destroyed, and the Xiuxian City that had been operating for hundreds of years was gone.
How can it not hurt?
Chen Ping felt the same and reached out to hug her who was weak at the moment, but he paused with one hand hanging in the air and finally just patted her back gently.
After a while, Yun Haitang seemed to have recovered and let go of Chen Ping. She realized that she had just lost her composure. She couldn't help but blush slightly and said sorry.
…
"Fellow Daoist Yun, do you still need to maintain order?" Ji Yan also rushed over at this time. His face was pale, he seemed to have been seriously injured, and he kept coughing lightly.
Ji Yan looked at Yun Haitang... Yun Haitang seemed to have suffered some internal injuries, and his face looked a little gloomy.
It seems that the foundation is injured... Ji Yan sighed with emotion, but also felt a sense of comfort.
Looking at Chen Ping again, he couldn't help but be stunned.
Um? Seems unscathed.
However, he returned to normal immediately, remembering Chen Ping's defensive power during the demon-slaying battle. It was definitely not weak and was indeed normal.
"There is no need to patrol anymore. Yunzhong City is gone. Although the demon cultivator ancestor is just a fragment of the soul, it seems that at least he has the perfect cultivation level of Yuanying, and may even be a god. And the final choice
The most powerful thing is the self-destructing soul-burning fog formation, which is extremely powerful. The casual cultivators in Yunzhong City are lucky to have one out of ten. Mortals are afraid that the whole city will be destroyed, and I wonder if anyone will survive. Yun Haitang's eyes were moist.
He turned around and glanced at the Yun family disciples who were taking care of the scene:
"Of the Yun family with a population of hundreds, only these fifty people are left."
The hundreds of years of family were completely lost in her hands.
Of course, the luckiest thing is that she happened to be at home. With her protection, and because she knew the formations, and there were formations in the house to protect them, these fifty or so people were able to survive.
Otherwise, I'm afraid there will be more casualties.
"..."
At this moment, two golden lights suddenly fell on the outer city of Yunzhong City. A moment later, a group of ninth-level foundation monks also came with swords and landed on Yunzhong City.
Everyone looked solemn.
The two golden lights are two golden elixir monks.
One of them is the head of Lingxiao Sect.
The other person was dark and short, and he was the golden elixir elder from another sect who came to participate in the foundation building conference.
They stared around the still-burning tree without saying a word.
"Yun Haitang, what's going on? The demonic cultivator has used this tree as a medium to occupy Yunzhong City for many years. You are in charge of Yunzhong City and you don't even know it?" After Chen Ping and the others came over, a ninth-level monk from the Lingxiao Sect came. asked angrily.
Yun Haitang remained silent.
"It's not my fault, little friend Yun." The leader looked pale and shook his head: "I know who this demon cultivator is. His methods are weird and unpredictable, and he has the strength of the golden elixir. He just wants to hide, let alone build a foundation. As for my cultivation, even if I come here, I may not be able to withstand him."
"Hmph." The ninth-level foundation-building monk snorted coldly.
"..."
While they were communicating here, Ji Yan seemed to see an acquaintance on the other side and was communicating softly with a monk.
After a while, the group of people flew away again.
"How is the situation?" After the leader and his party left, Chen Ping asked quickly. This was related to his living environment.
It had to be urgent.
Ji Yan shook his head:
"It's not optimistic. Before they came to Yunzhong City, they went to Chishi City, which was no better than Yunzhong City. And Lingxiao Sect, as the center of the Demonic Cultivation Mist Formation, caused huge damage and countless casualties. Lingxiao Sect, I'm afraid the support I can’t go down anymore.”
Chen Ping was shocked.
If several Immortal Cultivation Cities and Lingxiao Sect were like Yunzhong City, then Lingxiao Sect would really not be able to sustain itself.
It completely hurts the fundamentals.
What’s even more frightening is that judging from the previous conversation between the old demon cultivator and the illusory figure, I’m afraid the demon cultivator has a grand plan.
The days to come will probably be difficult.
Maybe it's time to leave.
"I'm afraid it won't be that easy for us to leave." Ji Yan said bitterly, seemingly seeing through what Chen Ping was thinking.
Chen Ping was shocked:
"What does this mean?"
"Well, that Taoist friend just now only knew a little bit about the fog formation. It's not easy to say that it's the magic cultivator's mist formation. But he doesn't know more information. Let's wait and see. I'll see if I can get more information. So much information." Ji Yan's bloodless face was extremely ugly.
The corners of Chen Ping's mouth twitched.
Recalling the words of the old gray-robed demon cultivator, it was obvious that the demon cultivator wanted to turn the entire Qingyun Domain into a demon cave.
Moreover, the demonic cultivator has been lurking in Yunzhong City for so many years, and it seems that he has already made various preparations, waiting for an opportunity to build a large number of foundations.
Now, the wait is here.
Although I don't know why, since these foundations are needed, it may not be so easy to escape from these foundations.
Returning from the outer city to the inner city, Chen Ping deliberately walked through the streets without wielding his sword.
I saw what purgatory on earth is.
The sense of substitution was very strong, and he had already imagined that if he had not successfully built the foundation, he might not be able to escape today.
Fortunately, the foundation has already been established.
In this world, it is too difficult to become an immortal.
Um?
So many magic swords?
Chen Ping's eyes lit up and he picked some up casually. These Qi-training magic weapons used to be precious items, but now they were scattered on the streets without anyone picking them up.
Became an ownerless thing.
After picking up some distance, he put the magic weapon and money bag into his bag. Although it was a considerable amount of income, Chen Ping was not happy either.
Every ownerless sword here means the death of a casual cultivator.
He didn't stay any longer and quickly returned to the inner city.
In fact, there is no longer any distinction between the inner city and the outer city. After the inner city's protective formation disappears, the inner city is no longer shrouded in clouds and fog.
You can get a glimpse of it while standing in the middle city.
The inner city no longer has spring all year round.
I feel the depression of autumn just like outside.
(End of chapter)
