The entire underground ruins were silent in mourning.
Along the way, there were tragic scenes. Many people had already fallen into a pool of blood and lost their lives. The strange thing was that their blood seeped into the ground at an extremely strange speed.
Wherever they passed, more people showed panic, escaping from the pursuit of the demon cultivators.
These demonic cultivators no longer hide, and reveal their demonic aura one after another, intending to kill everyone here.
Nie Yuan ignored it and had no intention to pay attention to it. It was so tragic and he didn't know what happened to Dongmen Chuixue and the others.
The number of demon cultivators was far greater than what Nie Yuan had seen before. It was likely that many more demon cultivators came in after Nie Yuan.
"Come die!"
Just when Nie Yuan was chasing Bai Mang, three demon cultivators suddenly appeared in front of him and blocked the way. They raised their hands to kill Nie Yuan with their swords.
Nie Yuan, who was already angry, became even more angry when he saw this scene.
Open the magic path, throw the explosive talisman, and then slash out with the giant sword Tianwen.
In less than a breath, three heads fell to the ground. The surroundings were extremely chaotic, and everyone was running for their lives. Naturally, no one noticed Nie Yuan.
Without wasting a moment, he continued to run in the direction pointed by Bai Mang.
…
"Old Nie, don't come to save us anymore, remember to burn paper for us..."
At this moment, Dongmen Chuixue and Xiao Sixin were blocked in a ravine by seven demon cultivators, and both of them were seriously injured.
Dongmen Chuixue was the most seriously injured, like a candle in the wind, always in danger of being extinguished.
Xiao Sixin was not much better, with no less than ten horrific scars on her body, and her clothes were already soaked in blood.
Originally, there were only two people chasing them.
At the cost of resisting two fatal injuries, Dongmen Chuixue used the terrifying sword energy carried by his body to kill the two of them. He thought he could rest for a while, but he didn't expect that it directly attracted a crazy attack from seven people. He was bound to take them. Dongmen Chuixue's physical body went back to do research.
In the panic, even Biyun disappeared.
"Come die!"
One of the demon cultivators shouted coldly and slashed at the two of them with a sword.
"To think that I am so handsome and handsome in my prime, that I would die here, hey..." Dongmen Chuixue ghost howled.
Xiao Sixin had no words, just sighed lightly, closed her eyes slightly, and dropped the magic sword in her hand to the ground, as if she had accepted her fate.
boom!
At the critical moment, a giant sword came from a distance.
The giant sword fell to the ground, sending up bursts of smoke and dust. The demon cultivator was knocked back several meters, and the force was so great that it tore his jaws apart.
The smoke dispersed, and a figure appeared in everyone's eyes.
"who."
"Your grandpa!"
"Old Nie, you're finally here. I almost died." Seeing that it was Nie Yuan, Dongmen Chuixue let out another ghostly howl.
"Keep your voice down, you're going to die if you're howling."
Seeing Nie Yuan coming, Xiao Sixin felt a sense of peace that she had not seen for a long time.
"cut!"
With an order, seven men in black robes killed Nie Yuan at the same time.
Seeing the seven people attacking, Nie Yuan did not defend immediately, but knocked Xiao Sixin unconscious with a knife.
Um?
Um?
Mo Xiu and Dongmen Chuixue were stunned at the same time, their eyes full of doubts.
The demon cultivator was confused, why don’t you beat us and beat our own people?
Dongmen Chuixue was confused, do you want to attack your own people or not the demon cultivators?
But before anyone could react, an invisible coercion instantly fell on the demon cultivators.
The demon cultivator's previous killing arrogance disappeared instantly, and was replaced by a look of fear.
"escape!"
"late!"
After one sword strike, seven heads fell to the ground.
"Old Nie, you..."
"I'll explain to you later, where is Biyun." After dealing with it, Nie Yuan still frowned because he found that Biyun was missing.
"Get separated while escaping..."
"You take care of Sister Xiao here, and I'll go find her."
After saying that, Nie Yuan threw a stack of talismans to Dongmen Chuixue and ran away.
At this moment, Dongmen Chuixue understood why Nie Yuan wanted to knock Xiao Sixin unconscious. He was full of demonic aura and looked more like a demon cultivator than a demon cultivator.
If he hadn't been worthy of Nie Yuan's trust, he might have knocked him unconscious.
He took a deep breath, grabbed a handful of pills from his arms, swallowed them, and then hid in a secret place with Xiao Sixin on his back.
"Xiao Xianxian, help me find Biyun's traces."
"Are you sure? If you let me control your body again, it will consume a lot more lifespan than before." Mengxian glanced at it and asked.
"If your life span is gone, you can make it up again. If the crazy woman dies, then it is really gone. You need to be saved."
"Open your mind." Mengxian knew that it was useless to persuade him, so he took over Nie Yuan's body again and started to deduce.
Mengxian found a strand of Biyun's hair from Nie Yuan's clothes, and then pinched it with his hands.
A moment later, Nie Yuan flew into the distance again, using the transmission notes to transmit sounds to Biyun.
Without exception, Biyun did not reply, which made Nie Yuan frown and become even more worried.
This is no ancient relic, it is clearly the Shura Field.
At this moment, the ruins are filled with blood everywhere. Thirty percent of the geniuses from various cities and families have been killed by the hands of demon cultivators, and some are still dying.
Song Wan'er also joined two other Sword Sect disciples and was sitting aside meditating to heal her injuries. The several newly filled scars on her body showed that she had gone through many battles later.
The other two male disciples were cleaning up Feng Yan's body.
Yes, he had been besieged to death by two demon cultivators.
Looking at Biyun again, the green fairy skirt had already been soaked with blood, and she was leaning against a broken wall. Blood was still coming out from several holes on her body, and her breath was as weak as a gossamer. It was obvious that she had been injured to the core.
The two demon cultivators looked at Biyun with lewd smiles: "If you weren't busy with blood sacrifices, such a beauty would definitely enjoy it."
Biyun stared at the two of them with cold eyes. Although he was unable to fight anymore, he never let go of the killing sword in his hand.
"Die!"
The demon cultivator snorted coldly and slashed at Biyun with a ghost-headed sword.
"Master, Yun'er is here to find you..."
Biyun's eyes were still cold, looking at the sword that was slashing at him, and he still held the magic sword tightly in his hand.
"Those who move die!"
Loud shouts came from the sky.
For an instant, the two demon cultivators seemed to have pressed the pause button, and their bodies were frozen in place.
The ghost-headed sword was also an inch away from Biyun's forehead.
It wasn't that they didn't want to move, but that they were held in place by an invisible force.
At this moment, the two of them could not stop trembling, and they had only one thought in their minds.
Bow down and kneel down.
I saw a figure wearing a black robe and filled with overwhelming demonic energy flying towards this place from the sky at high speed.
It was Nie Yuan who came to the rescue.
Seeing the scene below, he couldn't help but be frightened. If he came half a breath late, the power of the devil would be half a breath late.
The crazy woman will die with her fragrance.
"die!"
The Wuji Sword Qi slashed out, and the two heads fell to the ground.
"Biyun."
Without enough time to dissipate the demonic energy, Nie Yuan hurriedly came to Biyun to stabilize his injuries.
It's just that Nie Yuan was dressed in black robes with overwhelming demonic aura. Biyun didn't recognize him. He still had a cold expression on his face and clenched the magic sword in his hand. If it weren't for his weakness, he would have stabbed him with the sword.
"Crazy woman, it's me, you were so scared." Seeing Biyun like this, Nie Yuan pulled off the ghost face mask.
When Nie Yuan's face was clearly seen, his cold eyes instantly burst into tears, and the sword he was holding tightly fell to the ground.
"Why did you come here? I thought I was going to die." Biyun said with a cry.
"I'm here, aren't I?" Nie Yuan said while stabilizing his injuries, "You're usually hard, so why are you crying?"
"I'm not crying, I just have bricks in my eyes."
puff!
Biyun wanted to wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes, but the injury was too serious and he didn't even have the strength to lift his arm. Before he could breathe again, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
