"Zhao Ning!"
Ji Xiu screamed, rushed out of the cabin, and rushed to the surrounding area. When she saw that Zhao Ning was only the size of a black dot, she jumped directly into the sky.
Other disciples outside the cabin suddenly noticed several master uncles throwing themselves on the side of the boat. They thought something serious had happened and gathered around them.
"Uncle Ji, what happened?"
Ji Xiu was alerted by other disciples, and his subconscious impulse to pursue Zhao Ning was suppressed.
If he were to chase Zhao Ning right now, what about the other disciples on Yunzhou? They were staying high in the sky, not to mention the ordinary towns below. If the other disciples knew the reason why Zhao Ning jumped, would they all be in chaos? Senior brother, save Qingxiao. Can Zong Zi’s plan still be completed?
He looked up at the other true disciples around him. Their eyes were full of sorrow, and they all shook their heads at Ji Xiu.
Ji Xiu pursed his lips, his eyes trembled, but his explanation to the other disciples was ruthless, "It's nothing, it's just that someone was afraid of the demon and escaped from the battle!"
He stared at the disciples with calm eyes and said, "The leader will tell you that anyone who escapes from battle will be treated as a traitor to the sect. From now on, Shen Zhaoning is no longer a member of our Qingxiao sect. If you want to behave like her, then jump down now."
Everyone did not have the courage to jump down, nor did they have any reason to run away. They only thought that Ji Xiu was taking the opportunity to warn themselves.
They all bowed their hands in salute and said in unison, "Swear to the death to complete the sect's mission and never abandon the boat."
At this moment, Ji Xiu felt powerless. He waved to everyone and asked them to leave.
Ji Xiu and others were still standing by the boat. They looked at the calm and boundless sea of clouds. Looking down again, Zhao Ning's figure had completely disappeared.
An unknown person among the several Foundation Establishment True Legends said, "Such a stubborn fairy, she won't understand that we cultivators only talk about our cultivation, but in fact, we are no better than ants in the face of disasters. We can't do anything, and we can't change anything." , we can only let fate decide."
Ji Xiu raised his head slightly, closed his eyes tightly, and sighed, "Little Fairy Zhao Ning, I hope we can meet again in the future."
Zhao Ning fell from a height of 10,000 meters, using the Wind Control Technique to the extreme, and fell into the muddy yellow river, splashing hundreds of feet of water.
The ordinary ships on the river thought that the Dragon King had appeared and fled one after another. The mortals on the river bank saw a stream of light falling and were shocked by the miracle. They kowtowed to the river bank one after another.
But the water fell and the river returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.
The Zhao Ning Instant Body Technique was performed without stopping. When the spiritual power was exhausted, he swallowed the Qi Restoration Pill. Several Qi Restoration Pills were thrown into the heaven-defying spiritual water of the House of Silent Spirits, eliminating all impurities. Zhao Ning was desperate for his life. Taking it, he headed eastward without stopping.
Half a month later, Zhao Ning finally passed through the Lingwu Forest and entered Kunxu.
But the Kunxu in front of him seemed to have returned to its original state. There was no trace of anyone, and everyone seemed to have disappeared into Kunxu.
Zhao Ning couldn't stop, and she was already in a state of embarrassment after half a month of wind and rain, but she still didn't want to stop until she finally arrived at the Qingxiao Sect's mountain gate three days later.
The mountain-protecting formation covering the entire sect and more than a hundred mountains was opened, and the dim and yellow aura isolated all those who tried to enter.
In front of the mountain gate, Zhao Ning was forced to settle down.
As soon as she fell, a river of blood flowed through the mountain-protecting formation to her feet.
Chapter 141
Looking up through the light curtain of the sect-protecting formation, blood spreads along the mountain road at an extremely slow speed, swallowing the land inch by inch like magma.
All thoughts came to a standstill at this moment. Zhao Ning did not dare to think about it and did not want to think about it. All he could do was to move eastwards and return to the Qingxiao Sect, even if he was blocked by the sect-protecting formation.
"This is the Qingxiao Sect's sect-protecting formation... Once disaster occurs, the formation will be activated, and the formation will isolate the heaven and the earth. No one can get out or enter. The formation can withstand a full blow from the power of the Yuan Shen, and the sect's life and death will not be affected until the formation is in danger. Actually, it will never be turned on..."
My ears seemed to be ringing with Gu Mi's introduction to the new disciples when he first entered the Qingxiao Sect.
The inner disciple order is no longer valid.
Zhao Ning clung to the invisible light curtain of the mountain-protecting formation and slid to the ground weakly. Her thoughts were blank. The rush in the past few days had exhausted all her energy. All the strength in her body seemed to be hung by only one belief. ——If she wants to go in, she must at least find Uncle Qin.
This belief aroused Zhao Ning again. She stood up and peeked inside. There must be a way to get in, there must be one, but she didn't know it.
The sect-protecting formation is the last resort for sect protection and can only be opened by the sect leader or acting sect leader.
At this moment, Zhao Ning suddenly thought of something. As the first disciple of the sect, Uncle Qin was actually the acting sect master.
She took out the dragon-patterned jade pendant from her arms. Almost all her hopes fell on such a jade pendant, which was less than the size of a palm.
Spiritual power was injected into it, and the jade pendant glowed with a faint clear light. The thick-fingered dragon spirit raised its head on the jade pendant, and then with a soft groan, it came out of the jade pendant and wrapped around Zhao Ning's hand.
Zhao Ning watched this change, and then looked at the light curtain of the Protector's Sect Formation again. The palm wrapped in the dragon spirit carefully approached the light curtain, inch by inch, with a lot of thoughts in her heart, until her palm touched the light curtain, and the light curtain There was a ripple out of thin air, and Zhao Ning was shocked. He tried again inside, and his palm actually passed through the light curtain of the mountain guarding formation.
A trace of color finally appeared on Zhao Ning's face. She stopped testing, and directly led her into the mountain-protecting formation with the help of the dragon-patterned jade pendant. After she entered the light curtain, the waves returned to calm, and once again became a powerful barrier that could not be broken through.
Zhao Ning Yufeng flew into the Qingxiao Sect. Even though she did not go to the mountains of the sect, she still saw bloodstains and chaos all over the mountains.
Going further in, there are puddles of blood, which are also covered with indistinguishable lumps. The blood puddles are in patches, and there are tens of thousands of them at a glance. Going inward, they are so dense that they form bloody lakes and bloody rivers. .
Blood stained the sky, and flesh and blood was everywhere.
Until Zhao Ning recognized a lump in the blood. It was an eye, an eye that had been completely alienated. The pupils were congested and cloudy, and mixed with the whites of the eyes to form a twisted and disgusting look.
They are the eyes of a cultivator after the body has been transformed into a demon.
These puddles of blood were formed by the fester after the death of a cultivator whose body was transformed into a demon.
Everyone... everyone is demonized.
Zhao Ning looked at all this, closed her eyes silently, suppressed all her thoughts, then opened her eyes and headed towards the inner door without hesitation.
In the inner gate, strange flowers bloomed, the white jade fairy platform, and the grand decoration of the Golden Elixir Ceremony still remained, but they were dilapidated and stained with blood everywhere.
In addition to blood puddles everywhere, there are also corpses scattered everywhere, including members of the Qingxiao Sect, disciples from other sects, and casual cultivators. They are twisted in death, their bodies are alienated, their faces are ferocious, and their pupils are cloudy and occupy the entire eyeball.
There is a bloody hole between their eyebrows, and they died from being penetrated into the sea of consciousness.
Standing under the Yunxiao Peak, the grand occasion of the Golden Elixir Ceremony became more and more obvious. The exotic flowers and plants, the jade trees and branches, the Phoenix Tower and the Dragon Tower were now covered in blood.
The blood dyed Zhao Ning's shoes and skirt red. He looked up at the completely dim Yunxiao Hall on the top of the mountain. On the top of the hall, the light pillars of the Sect Protector Formation shot straight into the sky, and complicated and mysterious spiritual patterns spread out from the dome. The spirit patterns were spinning faintly, but otherwise there was dead silence.
Forcibly suppressing all her emotions, she ran up to Yunxiao Peak, but before she had taken a few steps, she heard footsteps.
I don't even know whether to be scared or surprised at this moment.
A shaky figure walked stiffly down the mountainside of Yunxiao Peak. The figure's long hair was messy and crazy, and her clothes were stained with blood. She was a female cultivator.
The female cultivator swayed to a stop, as if she noticed someone. She raised her head diagonally, as if her head was only connected by flesh and blood and was about to fall off her neck the next moment.
But Zhao Ning was full of shock. This female cultivator, she was, she was actually...
"Shen Zhao Ning..." She called Zhao Ning's name in an extremely hoarse voice, "Ha... it's really... long time no see..."
"Ye Ziying!" Zhao Ning recognized the female cultivator, but she was not happy at all. Instead, she felt a sense of overwhelming fear, "Why do you appear here!"
She saw the hollow in Ye Ziying's heart. Her heart was completely broken, and the heart fragments flowed from the wound. The shape was particularly terrifying, but she was still standing here, even conscious, and she could identify who Zhao Ning was.
Ye Ziying took a step stiffly in the direction of Zhao Ning. She opened her mouth and her mouth was full of blood. Large streams of blood spat out from her mouth, but she still said, "Did you see it? They are all dead, hahaha." , all dead."
She spread her hands, looked up to the sky and laughed, "Everyone has died and is being buried with you. Senior Brother Bai, have you seen it? Hahahaha."
Zhao Ning's expression changed drastically, and she looked at the crazy Ye Ziying in disbelief, "It's you, it's you, what did you do to Kunxu?"
Her figure swayed hugely, and her laughter tore her voice, but her laughter did not stop, "What did I do, hahaha, I just... just planted a small seed, hahahahaha, It’s so wonderful, so relaxing.”
seed? Demonic species!
"Ye Ziying!" Zhao Ning shouted her name desperately, "Where did you get the demon seed? Hand it over!"
She looked down at her heart and said crazily, "Oh, it's gone."
Zhao Ning rushed to Ye Ziying and grabbed her clothes, "When did you become possessed and why did you do this!!!"
"Enchanted, hahaha." Ye Ziying bumped away from Zhao Ning and stepped back stiffly. The blood in her heart was about to drain out and her body began to stiffen.
She glanced at Zhao Ning for the last time, "Why did I become possessed by a devil? I have never been possessed by a devil. How could I become that dirty and disgusting thing? I just want... I want you to die, hahahaha——"
She fell to the ground amid loud laughter, and Zhao Ning rushed forward, but Ye Ziying's whole body was already stiff, her pupils were dilated, and her blood was drained. She was already dead.
After dragging the entire Kunxu and the entire Qingxiao Sect into the abyss, she died like this.
"Why? Why exactly?"
Zhao Ning didn't understand, she was standing in a sea of corpses and a river of blood.
She thought, if she had not known Ye Ziying at the beginning, if Ye Ziying had not been let go in the Fenling Cave, and if she had noticed this when she met Ye Ziying again several times in the future, the situation would not be like this now.
At this moment, Zhao Ning kept questioning herself and denying herself. She even felt that all of this had something to do with her.
But, but, now, everything is too late. The entire Qingxiao Sect is filled with blood and corpses, and countless people here have been demonized.
There seemed to be layers of ice coming out of the depths of her soul, as if to freeze her soul, as if to tell her, hurry up, hurry up, apologize with death, die quickly.
"no no."
Zhao Ning suddenly struggled out of the black hole of consciousness. She suddenly raised her head and looked at the top of Yunxiao Peak.
She can't die, she hasn't found Master Qin yet.
Zhao Ning ran to the top of the mountain like crazy. In the square, the corpses were no longer so distorted. They looked like normal people, but they were also penetrated by a sword into the sea of consciousness. Among them were Jindan Zhenren and Waizong. elite disciple.
She stumbled through a river of blood and a sea of corpses, kneeling and rummaging through countless corpses.
She saw Grandmaster Huo Rong, Master Bi Wu, and even Master Yun Wei.
They are all dead, all dead, except for the sword that penetrated the sea of consciousness, and the injuries caused by the sword of Yu Yu Tianhe Dafa Xinghe.
Zhao Ning even felt twisted joy in her heart, "Uncle Qin is here, he must be here."
It wasn't until Zhao Ning climbed up the white jade cloud crane steps of Yunxiao Hall that she found Qin Keyuan and his edgeless sword.
Qin Keyuan was covered in blood, bruised and disfigured beyond recognition.
Zhao Ning's fingertips couldn't stop trembling. She used the most primitive way of testing the breath to feel Qin Keyuan's situation at the moment, but she couldn't feel any breath.
She lay tremblingly on Qin Keyuan's chest, no longer daring to use her spiritual power to explore Qin Keyuan's soul, for fear of getting an unacceptable result.
But she couldn't back down no matter what. She put her fingertips on Qin Keyuan's eyebrows, and the lingering aura of her soul made Zhao Ning want to cry.
Qin Keyuan is still alive.
"Uncle Qin."
Zhao Ning was kneeling in a river of blood, surrounded by a mountain of corpses and a river of blood. Her expression was broken and desperate. What should she do?
At this time, a heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky, and there was thunder, and the thunder seemed to level the entire Yunxiao Peak.
Zhao Ning gritted her teeth and stood up, supported Qin Keyuan unsteadily, and put it on her back.
Her slender body was completely hidden under Qin Keyuan's figure, almost crushing her.
