"ah!"
There was a scream from the sky, and the people fighting below immediately looked at it.
I saw the Xuan Arrow Void God staining the sky with blood, and was cut in half by the woman behind it with a sword.
Seeing this, most of the people below were shocked!
The virtual god has fallen!
Without stopping, the woman immediately turned back and swept her long sword across. A muffled groan came from the void, and a figure appeared. Hao Ran was another Feiyun Sect virtual god who was coming towards her.
"seal up!"
Hearing the woman's low shout, ice flakes all over the sky quickly condensed, and almost instantly, the Feiyun Sect's virtual god was imprisoned in it.
The Feiyun Sect's False God was shocked, and all his strength suddenly rioted. As soon as he shook away the ice, a cold light came suddenly, and in his frightened eyes, a sword pierced his eyebrows.
boom!
The long sword in the woman's hand shook, and the Feiyun Sect's virtual god's head immediately shattered into pieces and turned into red and white objects flying all over the sky.
There was a moment of silence below! Everyone looked horrified.
Kill two virtual gods in a row!
However, in just a few moves, the woman from the Wangqing Sect killed the two virtual gods from the Feiyun Sect. With such fighting power, not only the cultivators fighting between the two sides below were horrified, but also the powerful virtual gods high up in the sky. !
"Xi'er!"
Below, in a corner, Chen was clutching his chest, covered in blood, with an expression of extreme pain. When he saw Xi'er's battle in the sky, a smile could not help but appear at the corner of his mouth.
"Xi'er, that's my Xi'er!" Chen murmured.
After these hours of observation, Chen was absolutely certain that the woman was Xi'er!
Although it has changed a lot and is still veiled, Chen Chen will never forget the outline that is unforgettable in his memory. It has long been engraved into the depths of his soul.
And besides that, there are those eyes!
Although the woman's eyes were extremely cold from beginning to end, Xi'er's eyes were already too familiar to Chen!
No matter how cold it is, it can't cover the special aura in Xi'er's eyes!
The pained expression was mixed with a faint smile. The person I have been worrying about for thirty years is now finally seen, and my heart that has been hung up in dust can finally let go.
Subconsciously, Chen dragged his body, which was in severe pain and was frozen, towards the corner again, fearing that the woman in the air would notice it.
Staring at Xi'er's figure in the sky, Chen didn't dare to peek from his mind, nor did he dare to keep staring, for fear of being noticed by her.
...
In the war, with Xi'er joining, the originally anxious situation was quickly changed.
After killing the two virtual gods of the Feiyun Sect, Xu'er helped another virtual god of the Wangqing Sect and quickly killed his opponent. The last few people joined the battle between the sect masters of both sides. It didn't take long either. The master of the Feiyun Sect He was also killed by the sword.
Seeing that all the powerful False Gods of their own family had fallen, the situation was over, and the people of Feiyun Sect no longer wanted to fight. When their sect leader fell, those cultivators of Dao Tribulation dispersed in one fell swoop.
After a while, those still on the battlefield were either seriously injured and unable to escape, or those with low cultivation levels. This includes Chen hiding in the corner!
Looking at Xi'er looking down at the sky indifferently, Chen felt an indescribable complex feeling in his heart.
He didn't dare to go out and recognize Xi'er, let alone let her recognize him! Now, she is no longer the little girl who haunted her, but a powerful person in the divine realm that she can never reach.
Xi'er's path will be a promising one. Chen knew that if he appeared, he would only become a shackles to Xi'er.
Suddenly, this is the moment!
The already cold artistic conception once again penetrated the bones. Within a moment, Chen's entire body was completely frozen.
Looking up, I saw Xi'er making a quick gesture, obviously using some kind of magical power.
"Feiyun Zong Sin Cultivator, I will abolish your cultivation today. I hope you can take care of yourself in the future!" Xi'er suddenly said.
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his arm, and countless ice needles suddenly shot out, accurately shooting into the Feiyun Sect's cultivation dantian below.
Of course, this includes dust!
Suddenly, there was a wailing sound below. Nearly all the cultivators of the Feiyun Sect and even the surviving casual cultivators covered their dantian, appearing to be in agony.
Chen, who was seriously injured and lost most of his life, almost died when the ice needle shot into his dantian. He gritted his teeth and survived, but he didn't last long before he fainted.
"The ice needle can be stored in your body for three days. Within three days, your cultivation will gradually weaken. Until the ice needle completely dissipates, your Dantian will be completely eliminated!" Xi'er said again.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xi'er teleported away with the False Gods of Wangqing Sect.
...
When Chen woke up again, there was no one around, except for the corpses on the ground.
Touching his Dantian, Chen's mouth was full of bitterness, and that noble and cold figure appeared in his mind involuntarily.
After being stunned for a while, Chen smiled bitterly.
"As long as you are well, that's enough." Chen murmured.
In the past thirty years, the small figure in his mind has long become an obsession that Chen can't rest at ease. Now that he has let go of his obsession, although Chen feels a lot more relaxed, it still makes him feel so painful.
Struggling to get up, Chen endured the severe pain of those wounds and headed towards the crossing city. There was not much time left, and in the end he just wanted to return to his roots.
...
"Holy Maiden, there are ten mortal cities under the jurisdiction of Feiyun Sect. They have all been taken over in the past two days. I would like to ask Saint Maid to take a look." In the main hall of Feiyun Sect, a cultivator of calamity bowed and looked at the cold and noble person in front of him. The woman said.
Seeing the saint turn around, the cultivator of the calamity quickly made a secret and used his true energy to outline ten images of the city in the air.
He wasn't interested at all, so the saint just glanced at it. But when he was about to retract his gaze, he immediately focused his gaze on one of the cities.
In the projection, the city is old and dilapidated compared to the other nine, and its internal area is also the smallest.
Seeing that the saint was slightly dazed looking at the projection of the city, the cultivator of the Tribulation bowed and said: "This is Du City, the oldest one among the ten cities."
The saint nodded. Although her expression did not change at all, her heart was already filled with ripples.
After the people from the sect gave a general report on the situation of Feiyun Sect, the saint teleported and left the mountain gate of Feiyun Sect alone.
Soon, it was over the city.
Following some ripples in space, a figure suddenly appeared, and it was Hao Ran, the saint of Wangqing Sect.
Looking down, the dilapidated town and old streets gradually replayed the memories that had long been buried deep in the saint's mind.
The carriage was speeding, and when he saw that he was about to be hit, a little boy suddenly rushed out and rescued him. He received a whip from the horse whip and struggled and wailed on the ground for a long time before he was able to get up.
At the corner of the street, two children were shivering from the cold, trying to keep each other warm. The next day, the little boy returned to the ruined temple very late. He was limping and his face was bruised and bruised. He took out an old cotton-padded jacket from the rag bag.
Spring is coming, and the little girl is envious of the pastries in the store. A middle-aged man wanted to abduct a little girl by force. At the critical moment, the little boy grabbed a wooden stick and rushed forward to fight with the middle-aged man.
In front of the drug store, a little boy kowtowed and prayed, his blood staining the stone stairs. He was kicked away by a middle-aged man who rushed out, just to beg him to save his sister.
Between the mountain roads, with blurry eyes, I could vaguely see the little boy holding his back and spitting blood, falling to the ground in pain. Exhausted, trembling all over, his hands crawling, his flesh and blood stained red among the grass and trees.
...
Unknowingly, two lines of tears fell from the corners of the saint's eyes.
"Brother, I'm hungry."
"Brother, I'm afraid!"
"Brother, I'm so cold."
"Brother, I want to eat that."
...
Memories of scenes, heart-wrenching pain. This made the Saintess of Wangqing Sect, who had already had a cold temperament these years, feel extremely painful.
"elder brother!"
With a murmur, the saint turned around and looked at the short mountain not far away.
The temple is still there, and Hao Ran has built several houses next to it.
Yes!
The next moment, the saint saw the white silk hanging high, and several children kneeling in front of a mound next to the temple, crying bitterly.
My heart trembled, and suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my heart!
In a teleportation, the next moment, the saint arrived on the low mountain.
Suddenly, the little girl, the oldest among them, suddenly turned her head and looked at the person who came.
When their eyes met, the little girl saw the uneasiness in the saint's eyes, and the saint also saw the pain and hatred in the little girl's eyes.
"Who are you!" the little girl asked coldly.
The saint didn't answer, but walked slowly towards the mound.
"Stop!" the little girl shouted angrily.
As she raised her hand, a short sword appeared in the little girl's hand. With a kick of her foot, she killed the saint.
At the same time, several other children did the same thing. They quickly took out their weapons and rushed towards the saint.
After glancing at a few children, the saint waved her hand and all of them were frozen instantly.
"Bad guy!" the little girl yelled.
"Dad has been guarding this city for decades. Now that he has just died, you can't wait to come over and cause trouble. Even if you die, I will not let you go!"
Hearing this, the saint stopped and looked at the little girl. When she was about to ask questions, she accidentally caught a glimpse of the words engraved on the wooden tablet in front of the mound.
"My father's grave!"
The saint's delicate body trembled.
In a flash, the saint came to the front of the mound, her eyes fixed on the tombstone, and two lines of tears could not help falling from the corners of her eyes.
"elder brother......"
The saint murmured in a trembling voice, and suddenly, with a wave of her hand, the dirt on the mound dispersed, revealing a middle-aged man lying inside.
The white clothes were stained with blood, and it was obvious that there were several wounds that penetrated his shoulders, chest, and abdomen.
However, in addition to this, what makes the saint's heart ache even more is that this person is actually somewhat familiar to the saint!
A few days ago, the two sects were fighting. While observing the battlefield, the saint took a quick look at this man's face!
In a panic, the saint waved her hand and the man's clothes were torn to pieces. Her eyes immediately looked at the man's Dantian!
Her delicate body trembled violently again, and the saint took a few steps back, then plopped down and fell to her knees.
"elder brother!"
The saint screamed loudly, unable to suppress her emotions anymore, she cried uncontrollably.
The heart is like a knife being twisted, like being cut apart inch by inch. The saint's eyes gradually became scarlet, and suddenly, she let out a muffled groan and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
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