This place has become a hell on earth.
In fact, Song Yu and Xie Nanshi ignored one thing. The disappearance of the fog started with Xie Nanshi's shocking sword. Cutting off Yin and Yang with one sword, the mist almost dissipated.
It was just that he also split a gap in the formation at that time, and the fog in the State Lord's Mansion had not really dissipated at that time, so the two of them did not react. Naturally, they did not know that the survivors who were in the altar at that time were facing A forced transition from extreme joy to extreme collapse.
The formation affects the human mind, and people who are immersed in the mist and the aftermath of the disaster are naturally more susceptible to the influence. Even those with some cultivation base could not survive even a quarter of an hour.
When Xie Nanshi arrived, there were only two thousand people alive, but they were only alive. There were countless disabled people, everyone was covered in blood and their eyes were numb. Washed by the sound of wooden fish, several people gradually regained their clarity, and then they realized the truth about killing each other, and the pain on their bodies became more and more obvious.
Although the altar was silent to the point of death, everyone was crumbling in their own way.
Xie Nanshi's heart sank slightly, and he was a little lucky that Song Yu was not brought in to see the scene here.
Xie Nanshi asked himself that he was not a person who knew how to comfort people, and what the people here needed was not the comfort of others. What they need is life and hope.
Moreover, there is too much death energy in this place, and I am afraid that the mist that was dragged to death by Lord Baizhou will be born again.
Breaking the formation is the only solution to the current predicament. Jie Nanshi looked up at the sky. He could no longer wait for Song Chengwei outside to break the formation. Song Chengwei may be a very powerful monk, but he doesn't know the formation method, so it is difficult to break the formation of a thousand people.
What the formation needs is death energy, and mist is born from death energy. Even if there is no white ghost this time, spiritual wisdom may not be born when combined with it, but in the long run, it will fall into a cycle again.
And the solution... is to get angry.
But in this silence and despair, where does the life come from?
Jie Nanshi lowered his eyes and looked at the long sword in his hand. He remembered the move he created when he was at the Demon Suppression Pass. With one move, the Yin Qi was extinguished and with the other, all things were reborn!
This sword cut straight to the heaven, but there was no killing intention at all. Such a gentle sword broke through the dark clouds in the sky, revealing the skylight outside.
For a moment, anger returned to the land.
The survivors in the altar looked up at the sky. Their consciousness had not fully recovered and they were not aware of the aftermath of the disaster. However, at the moment they saw the dawn, they could no longer control their emotions and burst into tears.
At this time, thousands of monks in Bai Zhao's army vomited blood and looked in Zou Ye's direction with frightened faces. Who broke their formation? !
But...how is this possible? This formation feeds on death energy and fear. The more people in the city fear death, the more people there will be, and the stronger the formation will be. Even Song Chengwei, the lord of Tianyong City, can't do it now!
However, the next moment they had no time to fear who was in the city, because they felt the more powerful Wia and fear had descended on them.
They quickly realized that this time it was completely over.
The power collected by the fog in Zou Ye was all for one person and one White Walker... The failure of the plan and the disappearance of the fog not only affected the battle situation, but also delayed the advancement of that adult.
They all must die!
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Xie Nanshi was not aware of the situation in the outside world. After noticing that the vitality in his sword was gradually eating away at the dark clouds of the formation, he turned around and leapt back to Song Yu.
Different from the usual extreme sword moves that often exhaust the spiritual energy in the body with one move, the spiritual energy in the body will continue to grow after this sword move. This made him feel a little more spiritual, like a fairy.
Song Yu was looking up at the sky blankly at this time, his voice trembling with excitement: "Brother, what is your move called?!" He originally thought that the move of breaking yin and yang was awesome enough. It exceeded the strength that should be expected in a world of high martial arts and low magic. I didn't expect that Xie Nanshi had such a unique move.
This move was originally created only a few months ago, when I was still at the Demon Suppression Pass. A series of things happened one after another, so naturally I didn't have free time to name the move. Xie Nanshi shook his head and said: "There is no name yet."
"Let's call all things alive!" Song Yu's tone was still excited. One move breaks the barrier of death, bringing endless vitality and making all things flourish!
"All things are born..." Xie Nanshi subconsciously repeated the name, with a faint smile on his lips. He obviously liked this name very much, and even repeated it again: "It's called all things born!"
It was rare to see the Taoist Priest so happy in this purgatory-like formation. Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
No matter what, they succeeded this time. Although not many people were rescued, they succeeded!
Song Yu stretched out his hand and pointed at the sky: "Little Taoist Priest, hurry up, use another sword and split the sky!"
Jie Nanshi didn't respond, but just jumped up, and the long sword came out at the right moment, completely cutting into pieces the dark clouds that had already been cut open. All the surrounding barriers disappeared, leaving only the warm sunshine.
Below him, soldiers from both armies raised their heads and looked at this scene in disbelief. This sword not only cut through the dark clouds surrounding Zou Ye, but was also destined to go down in history and become an indelible legend.
Half an hour later.
Song Yu and Xie Nanshi were invited into Song Chengwei's camp, and the person who welcomed them in was Du Anchen, who had not seen him for many days.
It was almost dusk now, the sky was dimming slightly, and lights were already lit in the tent. Song Chengwei was wearing a big cloak and was reading the military newspaper under the lamp. He didn't even raise his eyelids when he heard the noise.
It's strange to say that this Song Chengwei is obviously just a father who was forcibly placed on him in the game settings, but Song Yu can always really feel the closeness and suppression of his bloodline when he is around him.
For example, right now, he was clearly just trying to complete the game mission, but he felt like he was at a loss. He stood there without daring to make a sound or move.
Seeing this, Xie Nanshi stood there obediently, motionless.
Song Chengwei finally finished reading today's military supplies. He raised his head as if he had just discovered the two of them. He stood up directly and bowed in the direction of Jie Nanshi: "Thank you, young hero, for saving Zou Ye."
He naturally recognized that Xie Nanshi was the person who had been following Song Yu, and he had deliberately ignored him just now because he blamed them for not going deep into dangerous areas and putting Song Yu in danger. And now this worship is also sincere, and I am grateful for the kindness he has done to Zou Ye.
"City Master Song doesn't have to be like this." Xie Nanshi supported Song Chengwei with one hand: "I only do what I should do."
Song Chengwei stood up and said with a smile: "As expected of a member of Jiange, he cares about the world."
Song Yu became anxious upon hearing this and quickly denied it: "Old man, you misunderstood..."
However, Xie Nanshi cut off Song Yu's words: "City Lord Song immediately praised that the Jiange Pavilion has long been hidden in the world, and now there is only the Hidden Peak."
These words were acquiescing to Jiange's identity. Song Yu looked at Xie Nanshi with some surprise. It seemed that since he left the Demon Suppression Pass, Xie Nanshi no longer deliberately concealed his origins from Zangfeng as before.
Although Song Yu was doubtful, he stopped talking and stood quietly aside, waiting for his cheap father to calm down before talking to him.
"Zangfeng..." Song Chengwei read it again and said with emotion: "A good name, it is the name of a gentleman. Sir, please take a seat."
Xie Nanshi followed Song Chengwei's invitation and sat down in front, without paying Song Yu any attention. In his opinion, this is someone else's family matter after all, and it is not appropriate for him to interfere too much.
Song Chengwei was obviously very satisfied with Xie Nanshi's natural attitude. He sat down opposite Xie Nanshi and poured a cup of tea with his own hands: "Quinzi has been troublesome for a while."
"No, he's not trouble."
Xie Nanshi was not used to speaking politely to others, and it was easy to tell the sincerity in his words. Song Chengwei raised the corners of his mouth slightly, finally willing to give his eyes to his son behind him, and said angrily: "What are you doing standing there stupidly? Come here."
Song Yu said oh and walked over quickly and was about to sit down when he was scolded by Song Chengwei: "Did I let you sit down?"
So do men have menopause too? Song Yu touched his nose and stood behind the two of them casually. In any case, from the perspective of his parents, it was a bit excessive for him to secretly change his identity and name to join the army.
At this time, Du Anchen was guarding the door of the camp, just staring at Song Yu. When Song Yu saw Du Anchen roll his eyes at him, he knew that the other party was also scolded by his cheap father. After all, Du Anchen's mission is no longer Song Chengwei's secret guard, but the person responsible for protecting him.
Song Chengwei could tell that Jie Nanshi was not good at words, so the two of them just drank tea quietly for a while, but his eyes always glanced at Song Yu who was standing behind him.
After all, he was called into the main tent just after leaving the trap. Song Yu was tired and sleepy at the moment. Standing behind Song Chengwei and relying on the other party's invisible sight, he quietly yawned several times, but he didn't know that everyone was watching.
Song Chengwei saw that Song Yu was about to fall asleep while standing, so he unnaturally cleared his throat: "Sit down!"
Although Song Yu didn't know why he stood aside for a while, he felt relaxed now. He was really sleepy and tired, so he unceremoniously grabbed a stool and sat down.
Seeing that the two of them were still drinking tea quietly, Song Yu took the initiative to stir up the topic with the idea of quick resolution: "What is the current situation of the battle? Has the White Walker King appeared?"
"This is not something you should be concerned about." Song Chengwei's voice became majestic and cold again: "You should stay less involved in frontline matters and return to your Yongxi as soon as possible."
"You made a few mistakes." In order to prevent himself from falling asleep, Song Yu poured himself a large sip of strong tea: "First, we were drafted into the army, and if we leave now, we are deserters. Second, we are deserters. …”
Song Chengwei raised his hand to stop what he was saying: "Wait a minute, wait a minute. The identities you enlisted in the army were all fabricated, and there are countless things you can do."
"Then let me talk about the second thing first?" Song Yu raised two fingers with a smile.
Song Chengwei snorted and raised his tea cup, looking immobile in all directions, waiting for Song Yu to make up random things, and then reject it. I have to say that these simple conversations made him experience the rare tenderness between father and son.
Unexpectedly, Song Yu would say something right next: "It is his duty to get rid of the Ghost King, and now it is also my duty."
