Many people have come into the Ling family's mansion, mostly old and weak, and occasionally one or two young people.
All the people in rags were silent, lowering their heads and sobbing, which made Ling Muyun's nose feel sore again.
After passing through the confused crowd, before reaching the Ling's gate, there was the sound of fighting, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.
Ling Muyun quickened his pace, and when he got there, he found that Lu Ji was already fighting with the rebels inextricably.
In front of the gate, hundreds of rebel corpses have been placed. Lu Ji's face and body were decorated, and his clothes were ragged. How could he still have the image of a handsome young man?
"Come and help!" Seeing Ling Muyun coming over, Lu Ji didn't show any politeness, as if he was sure that Ling Muyun would take action.
"Ah? Ah!" Seeing such a battle for the first time, Ling Muyun couldn't adapt to it for a while, especially when corpses were scattered all over the field and red water flowed, which made his stomach churn.
"The civilians who have fled to Ling Mansion, let them in and stop the rebels and Jie soldiers who are chasing them! Try not to use your cultivation!"
The concise and concise words also made Ling Muyun understand what Lu Ji had done.
To put it bluntly, it is to save people.
As for the lack of cultivation, he was afraid of attracting the attention of the rebels who were also cultivators. What's more, Ling's thunder method made a lot of noise every time it was used.
Although he couldn't use his cultivation, he had the ink blade in his hand and was quite handy at killing soldiers chasing civilians.
After the initial discomfort, Ling Muyun became familiar with his movements, chopping melons and vegetables as cleanly as he could.
"Master Ling, I didn't expect that your efforts were so great for nothing!" Lu Ji praised him during the interval of rescuing people.
"Killing is a laborious job!" Ling Muyun wiped the blood from his face and teased: "There are fewer and fewer people in front of us, let's go to other areas!"
"No, Mr. Ling, being able to save the people in the mansion is already a meritorious deed! If we leave, let alone whether we can fight against the rebels, I'm afraid even the thousands of people in the mansion will not be able to escape the poisonous hands."
"Separate actions?"
"Master Ling, how long can I hold on now?" Lu Ji was covered in blood, whether it was his own or the rebels' blood.
But the looting in the distance continued, and calls for help, wailing, and wanton laughter came continuously.
Ling Muyun was filled with indignation.
Especially the sight of the innocent man who died tragically dozens of feet away, hugging the rebel's thigh tightly and telling his wife and daughter to run away, made Ling Muyun lose his last bit of restraint.
"Master Lu, I don't want to save all the people from misery, but I can't bear to bully the weak!"
After saying that, an unparalleled aura spread out from the soles of Ling Muyun's feet, and his true energy reached the sky.
For a time, dark clouds gathered, thunder bursts, and lightning seemed to be threatening, and it would overturn at any time.
"Master Ling, I won't hide it anymore! Tian Yan·All things are born!"
Lu Ji then dispersed his cultivation, and four giant circular light pillars appeared out of thin air around Ling Mansion, emitting a faint green light.
"Dingbei Ling Clan! Shangqing Sect!"
The Northwest King occupied the Governor's Mansion. At this time, the old man with a long beard in the mansion looked at the sky and opened his eyes slightly: "I need to take a walk!"
Before he finished speaking, the person had disappeared from the spot, leaving only charred footprints and a faint black smoke.
"Ling Muyun? The other one is Lu Ji? They made such a big fuss! I didn't realize that I still underestimated the two of them!" Poppy looked at the dark clouds and the four pillars of light in the sky, and shook her head: "But, hey, he's not very smart. Look!"
Even so, he couldn't help but feel curious, jumped to the top of the building, quickly dodged on the eaves, and ran towards Ling Mansion.
After killing several rebels, Ling Muyun and Lu Ji were still feeling happy about being able to use their cultivation power. "Boom!" With a loud noise, the long-bearded old man fell like a boulder in front of the Ling Mansion, and bluestones fell everywhere. .
"Eh? To make such a noise at such a young age is really terrifying!"
Different from the earth shattering when he appeared, the old man's footsteps became very light: "I have seen you two!"
"It's too much fun. I wanted to attract more miscellaneous people, but who knows, it's a cultivator who comes!" Ling Muyun said with a bitter look on his face: "Brother Lu, are you going to deal with it?"
"Who would have thought that the great elder of the Jie clan and the third seat of the Zoroastrian Cult, She Qilan, would go with the army. Lu Ji of the Hengshan Lu clan has met the great elder." Lu Ji's words were meant for Ling Muyun, and his purpose was self-evident.
"I have heard for a long time that Hengshan Luji has made great achievements in recent years with the help of Shangqing Dharma! I am so lucky to see you today!" She Qilan nodded slightly and looked sideways at Ling Muyun: "This little friend should be a member of the Ling clan. Don’t know what to call it?”
"Ling Muyun has met the great elder!" Ling Muyun clasped his fists respectfully without losing etiquette.
"The Dingbei Ling clan has such a great leader, which makes me a little surprised. I wonder what the two young friends want?"
She Qilan's voice seemed warm, but as his momentum opened up, the surrounding air gradually solidified, as if he was in a steaming cauldron.
People in this area were sweating profusely in an instant.
"Great Elder!" He had reported to his family, but She Qilan was still raising troops to investigate. Lu Ji was a little annoyed and couldn't help but raise his voice: "Don't you see the soldiers looting?"
Lu Ji said it politely.
Everyone in Dingbeicheng knew that the Northwest King actually intended to rebel in the name of Qingjun.
It stands to reason that soldiers traveling long distances can be tolerated with a little reward, and even occasional plundering can be tolerated.
When it prospers, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer.
The people of Li have long had this awareness.
But what happened in Dingbei, even if you look at the clay figurine, you will have three kinds of aura: the prime men were sent to the army, the slightly beautiful women became playthings during the day and became food at night, the old, weak, women and children were wantonly tortured, and everything that could be taken away was taken away. Go, whatever you can't take with you, destroy everything.
A living hell on earth.
"Hmph! Twenty thousand soldiers were bloody on the front line, and the foreign race did not advance a single step! But the poisonous woman and Xie Jiahang were in cahoots, and they kept it secret. How could they not report it?" She Qilan's momentum increased again: "Who knew, I also For all the people in this world!"
For a moment, the bluestones under Ling Muyun and Lu Ji's feet shattered one after another, beads of sweat poured down their foreheads, and their shoulders felt as heavy as carrying a mountain.
"Then you can't wantonly control other people's lives and deaths!" Ling Muyun's suppression broke out in an instant, and he was surrounded by thunder and lightning, defeating She Qilan's pressure.
"I will take care of today's affairs!"
"Whoosh!" Ling Muyun disappeared from the same place, and when he reappeared, he was already a foot behind She Qilan, with thunder coming out of his palm.
She Qilan is no ordinary person, he ignites a blazing fire from his feet and wraps his whole body.
With a flick of his sleeve, a line of fire spurted out and collided with thunder and lightning in the air.
"Bang!"
Sparks filled the sky and scattered with thunder in the palm of his hand.
Now that Ling Muyun has taken action, Lu Ji cannot stand idly by.
What's more, if two people work together, there may be a slight chance of victory, but relying on one person alone is like a moth flying into a flame.
"Gui: Yin water!"
Suddenly, the air seemed to be gurgling with water, like a torrent crashing against the shore.
In just a few short breaths, Ling Muyun had launched dozens of palm thunders. Although they were all blocked, the thunder force had filled the space, causing dark clouds to form like black ink, and loud thunders, almost erupting out.
"Junior, please stop it. Otherwise, don't blame me for bullying the younger!"
