"The child is dead. His hair exploded." A child wearing a scarf covered his eyes in fear, but he couldn't help but peek out of the window through his fingers.
"That's not a child. My father once told me that he is an immortal, an adult who is very capable of catching bad immortals for us!" Another child, with neat short hair and dark skin, spoke. With four fangs exposed, it was obvious that he was a foreign child from the north.
"Then that guy who is naked and looks like a bad guy is a bad immortal?" Another cute-looking girl with buns in her buns answered bitterly.
"Yes, it's the bad immortal!" "It's the bad immortal who killed the immortal!" "Bad immortal! Get out of Euchang Street!"
…
For a moment, the eighteen children hiding in the basement surrounded the ground window that could see the outside, talking and making noises.
Behind them, stood a young man with a sad face. The young man's eyes returned to the room from the tragedy on the street outside the window. He coughed twice, knocked on the table in front of him, and said loudly: "Okay. Okay, everyone, come back and let’s continue class.”
Although they were reluctant, the dolls moved obediently and returned to their seats.
Before he could sit down, the dark-skinned child raised his hand and asked, "Sir, why didn't you use your sword to kill the bad immortal?"
With his little hand, he pointed behind the young man.
As soon as the young man picked up the book, he was startled when he heard the child ask this question. Then he realized that what the child was referring to was that he was also carrying a sword on his back.
Although he is a teacher at the Miscellaneous School on Euchang Street, he is also a Red Immortal and a Sword Immortal.
"Well..." the young man thought to himself, I can't say that I am no match for that person at all, and I don't want to and shouldn't die in vain. Then he had an idea and said with great dignity and seriousness: "Because, My mission is to teach you how to read, and the mission of defeating bad immortals should be the mission of the immortals, but what about your mission?"
"Our mission is to study hard and make progress every day!" A classmate sitting in the front row immediately said.
"That's right, that's right, even if one immortal dies, we still have eleven immortals and one great immortal. They will protect us and kill those bad immortals!" The girl with double buns also said Then he said this.
The child who asked the question sat down, his big eyes full of trust, and so did all the children in the audience. Even though the dark clouds were approaching outside, there was still infinite light in their eyes.
The young gentleman had a premonition and was deeply affected by the scene before him. He secretly wiped away his tears while turning around to write on the board.
What are we going to talk about today? Just talk about what's happening in front of you? Let’s talk about today. In fact, it is the last day. Is it the end?
No, these kids can’t even understand life and death, so why let them know so much?
Just treat it as a normal day and go through it as usual.
"Now let me turn to page 83 of the textbook. What we are going to talk about today is..."
Little hands were struggling to turn the pages of the books. Maybe some people had no books with them at all, and some were still running away from work, turning their heads to the small above-ground window...
suddenly.
In the corner of the young man's eyes, the black clouds had pressed to the ground. There was a dazzling golden light that penetrated the black clouds and his own body. It was in the entire basement, this four-story building, and this entire Euchang Street. , and slowly opened a big golden ring.
Nothing is gone, it's just shattered.
The houses, roads, trees, animals, everything that people and people have built with 400 years of hard work, the immortals or monsters who have practiced hard for many years, the wealth, culture, history, and the stories of every person or thing...
Everything becomes shattered.
Six million souls, in groups, flew together into the slowly rotating black clouds high in the sky.
The most precious treasure in the world of Huanjiao——.
…
The wind blowing from the east suddenly stopped.
Through the damaged corner of the hall, Lu Ran saw golden light shining in the northeast.
The endless supply of paper flowers gradually decreased, until there were no more.
The faces of the immortals were all shocked, sad, or angry.
The man on the throne remained unmoved. He did not answer Lu Ran's question "Why me?" He just sniffed, as if he was still a little sad, and said softly: "Two disciples, heavenly kings, and historians. , come behind me."
Taoist Heitian, True Lord Qianshui, and the three Heavenly Lords of Insight, Jiuyi, and Sanyin all stood behind the throne in their own way as quickly as possible without any hesitation.
Qu Fang, Shou Zang Shi, glanced at Lu Ran and walked over silently.
Correspondingly, the nine immortals present and the big shopkeeper also stood under the throne, behind Huaihuang and Empress Huantian.
The scene became so distinct.
But only Lu Ran was caught in the middle.
Lu Ran looked left and right, still feeling a little embarrassed.
The masked man on the throne spoke again: "Wuliang, you still have a chance, choose to be on the right side."
Empress Huantian pulled off the black gauze she had been wearing on her head, revealing a face as pale as gray. Her black pupils jumped a few times, and she said lightly: "No need, I want to study hard today. How to be a true Infinite Lord."
She stood firm, held her chest high, and held the treasure in both hands. It seemed that her whole figure seemed to be a little taller.
Some thin black lines, as dense as the veins of stems and leaves, emerged on the soles of her feet, gradually forming the shape of a fallen fairy flower.
The man on the throne sighed and shook his head slightly. When he stopped, the black iron mask on his face suddenly turned golden, and a dazzling golden light flew out of it.
Golden light penetrated all the way.
First there are the countless black threads intertwined like fate.
Then it was in the hands of Empress Huantian.
Then reflected to her other hand.
It was broken into seven pieces, and each piece reflected seven rays of golden light.
Forty-nine rays of golden light shot out forty-nine holes in Empress Huantian's true body in an instant.
After the forty-nine rays of golden light passed through, they regrouped into a bunch, leaving a terrifying, huge, and irreversible hole on the chest of the "Nine-Star Tianluo Da Si Ming" who also appeared in an instant. of wounds.
"These Fallen Flowers are really annoying. If it weren't for them, killing a traitor would have allowed us to breathe faster."
The golden light on the mask quickly faded and returned to its dark, cold texture, just like the words of the person on the throne.
Lu Ran saw a black light flying away from him.
