Yan Yun successfully left the city and headed towards Yushui City.
The war was raging, and she saw too many tragic scenes along the way. The corpses of countless demon soldiers were stacked with the corpses of human beings. Corpses were everywhere and rivers of blood flowed.
It was almost hard for her to breathe, it was so heavy.
…
In Yushui City, they immediately cursed when they learned that they had been ambushed.
The one who scolded the most fiercely was Zhou Zhengyuan. He was holding a knife and cursing. If he hadn't been stopped by others, he would have rushed out to find the Lord Jingfeng for a fight to the death.
"This bitch! When our people come, we will beat him until he calls him grandpa."
Zhou Zhengyuan snorted coldly and fired several more signal bombs into the sky.
Here, there are disciples from large and small sects, children from immortal sects, and casual cultivators from all over the world.
Now that the world of immortality is in trouble, they gather together without hesitation.
Wu Yue helped treat the injured comrade, and did not forget to comfort Zhou Zhengyuan, "Senior Brother Zhou, you are tired, why don't you take a rest first? This Lord Jingfeng is very cunning, don't fall into his trap again."
High in the sky, Yan Yun looked at the crowd of demon soldiers in front of Yushui City and carefully landed in the distance.
The strong smell of blood in the air was pungent, and she had to find a way to get in.
At that time, a long trumpet sounded, and the war was about to break out.
This was the first time she felt the cruelty and desolation of war so close.
The people in the city changed one after another, holding on tightly to prevent the demonic soldiers from entering. Some people were constantly being exploded alive and disappeared into blood mist.
The demonic energy mixed with the pure spiritual energy, and the shouts were endless and deafening.
Yan Yun looked at all this but could do nothing. A tear slipped down his cheek without knowing when.
She took advantage of the chaos and finally found a chance to sneak into the city.
The city was ashes, and everyone sat on the ground in silence. Outside the city were the heroic shouts of the partners, and inside the city were the painful wails of the partners.
Some people were invaded to the core by the demonic energy and kept begging their companions to kill them.
Yan Yun's entry did not attract the attention of many people. They were numb and tired.
Suddenly, a person was thrown in and fell heavily to the ground, causing the floor tiles to dent.
When Yan Yun saw a familiar face, it was Wu Yue at that time.
"Master..."
She ran over, her eyes were sore, and she knelt down on the ground in embarrassment, holding the dying Wu Yue tightly.
Even though she knew her master was alive, she really couldn't control her emotions when she saw all this with her own eyes.
When her eyes touched Wu Yue's severed right hand, she could no longer hold back her tears.
The strong smell of blood around her almost broke through her sanity.
The last second, they were still thinking about how they would rush out beautifully when the reinforcements arrived, and they were still thinking that after defeating the demons, they must have a happy drink with their family and friends...
But now their bodies are lying on the ground, allowed to be washed by the dirty rain and infected by the dirty evil energy.
At this moment, her hatred for Yu Feng almost reached its extreme.
Why should everyone make way for his love!
Her tears suddenly fell on Wu Yue's face, leaving a patch of moisture.
Wu Yue barely opened her eyes and raised her hand to wipe her tears, "Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet."
"We have to believe everyone. We can definitely hold on until the reinforcements arrive, right?"
Even at this moment, she still believed in her companions.
Yan Yun wanted to tell her that no reinforcements would come at all, and they were all cruelly abandoned...
The helpless anger hit her heart again. She wiped away the tears in her eyes and forced a smile, "It must be, please rest and stop talking."
She transferred all her spiritual power to Wu Yue, and fed her the elixir, and Wu Yue's breathing finally calmed down.
"Why did you get in here as a foundation builder?"
Zhou Zhengyuan's voice sounded behind him. His face was no longer pale than a few days ago, and his clothes were covered with dark blood stains.
"Junior sister's hand..."
He noticed Wu Yue's hands and her voice trembled when she spoke. Wu Yue was as addicted to swords as her life. What should she do from now on?
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Yan Yun knew that his cultivation level was low, so he calmly acted as a support person and healed everyone's injuries.
Even if all this is in vain, at least their pain can be temporarily relieved at this moment.
They didn't wait for reinforcements until the end, so they had no choice but to make a desperate move and kill them all together, using their flesh and blood to give their companions a glimmer of hope.
In the end, only a few thousand people escaped.
The demon soldiers entered the city to clear it out. At this moment, she stood where she was, and they walked straight past her as if they couldn't see her.
At this moment, Yan Yun understood that the story was over.
When she was expelled from the secret realm and returned to the main city of the Demon City, looking at the bloody sky, she began to fall into a trance.
Everything just happened was like a terrible nightmare.
But when she raised her hand, she still had the green bracelet on her wrist.
Its existence reminded her all the time that it was not a dream, but the obsession of countless people.
She looked up suddenly and saw that there were no camellias on the familiar wall, nor the man who was always smiling.
Yan Yun entered the courtyard and kept searching in the courtyard and the house.
Eventually, she found an incomplete body in the backyard.
The familiar scent above made her feel like she was in another world. She put away his bones and said warmly, "I'll take you out."
Rong Hui's obsession is to leave the demon world and become a free wind.
Duocai, who was forced to stay here just now, reminded: "Host, they are going to Yushui City."
Why does it feel like the host is more depressed? What did she see?
As soon as it mentioned Yushui City, Yan Yun couldn't help but feel pain in her heart. With full of grief and indignation, she rushed straight to Yushui City.
In Yushui City, Yu Feng looked at Qinghui, who was still unresponsive, with another trace of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
"Master, I really can't remember. Can we go back?"
Qinghui felt very uncomfortable, she shook Yu Feng's hand and begged.
Yu Feng felt sorry for her and responded in a low voice.
"Wait for me here. I'll be back later. Remember not to step out of the formation." He went to check the seal, cast the formation on the ground, and told the little girl.
Qinghui nodded obediently and watched him go away.
What he wanted to see was the formation that sealed Song Qingyue.
He had already used the Chaos Formation, but it couldn't eradicate the demonic energy at all, so he had to replace the two of them.
Song Qingyue was also infected with demonic energy and could no longer cultivate his demonic roots, so he found Yan Yun.
But what he didn't expect was that Song Qingyue came back...
He recalled to himself that the woman sleeping in the formation was none other than Song Qingyue.
"Do you know how many people died here because of you?"
The girl's voice sounded like a sound from outside the sky behind him.
This voice was very familiar to Yu Feng, but he was a little surprised.
There was murderous intent in his eyes. Since she had followed him here, he could no longer keep her.
"This is war, not playing house. It's not surprising that some people die. It's okay to sacrifice some lives in exchange for more people to survive. Don't you understand this truth?"
Yu Feng looked back, with a hint of evil between his brows.
The girl in front of him looked at him, the tenacity and anger in her eyes made it difficult for him to put her back together with the Yan Yun of the past.
"Okay, what about her? Where are Wen Qingyu and Jiang Qinghe?" Where is the original owner?
Yan Yun couldn't help but sneered. She raised her hand and pointed at Song Qingyue who was sealed behind him.
"In the final analysis, you are just a selfish person."
Yu Feng's raised hand suddenly became heavy, but he soon tightened his grip.
In these thousands of years, he has saved so many people, but he cannot save the one he loves. This makes him so willing!
"You shouldn't care so much."
"Since you escaped from the endless abyss, then tuck your tail and hide so that you don't appear in my eyes again." His voice was low and soft, with a kind of suppressed and cold violence.
Faced with his contempt, Yan Yun remained calm and thought silently in his heart: the alternation of yin and yang, the cycle of life and death, one thought of heaven, the other thought of hell.
If possible, she wanted to pay back all the injustice with her own hands, so she made this wish specifically.
Her eyes were heavy as she felt the surge of spiritual power in her body. She was not afraid even though Yu Feng was already in the late stage of becoming a god.
Even if it meant death, she would drag him to death with her.
Either she succeeds or she is doomed.
(End of chapter)
