The small town welcomes the sunshine,
The cool breeze drifts into the night...
Pedestrians walked numbly on the street, looking at each other seemingly speechless. They didn't know how to say hello, all they thought about was whether they would survive tomorrow.
The great calamity has come, and many people have died... mortals and cultivators.
Immortals can hardly protect themselves, let alone mortals?
On the vast streets, only a few restaurants were open, hoping that no disaster would befall them.
A bearded martial artist and a swordsman holding a long sword were sitting opposite each other by the window of a restaurant, drinking, watching the setting sun reflect and dye the entire sky a blood-red color.
A depressing atmosphere enveloped this small town that had not yet been robbed.
"After finishing this pot of wine, let's go..." Wu Fu raised the wine glass in his hand and drank it all, then grabbed the wine pot and filled his own glass.
"Let's go? Where can we go?" The swordsman tightened the sword in his hand, and looked at the people walking outside the window with numb eyes. Sadness struck his heart, and his hand relaxed again.
"Where to go? You can go anywhere, it's best to find a place that has been robbed..." Wu Fu sighed, "A place that has been robbed is relatively safe."
"Are you going to keep running away?" the swordsman asked, "don't you want to avenge your sect?"
Wufu's hand holding the cup trembled violently, and his fingers holding the cup couldn't help but exert force.
With a bang, the wine glass was crushed by Wu Fu with his bare hands. The wine in the glass spilled all over the table, and a few drops splashed into the dishes.
Wufu looked pale and struggled. After a moment, he laughed miserably and let go... The remains of the cup in his hand fell on the table.
"How can I take revenge? Even Daozong was destroyed..."
"The waiter brings another wine glass." Wu Fu turned to the waiter behind him and shouted, but he didn't turn back for a long time, as if he didn't want the swordsman to see the strange color in his eyes.
The owner of the restaurant got up and brought a new wine glass for Wufu, placed it in front of Wufu, turned around and left without saying anything... There is no such thing as a waiter in a restaurant nowadays.
Wu Fu refilled the wine glass in front of him, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, then put down the wine glass with a dull look on his face.
"What can I do with my little pill? When I returned to the sect that day..." The beard on Wu Fu's face trembled with trembling, and Wu Fu, who looked extremely rough, was actually choked with sobs at this moment. Get up...
"...The whole sect is full of corpses, no one is alive. My junior sister was cut into two pieces..."
Wu Fu did not say any more, but raised his head and drank directly from the wine bottle. After drinking, he slammed the empty wine bottle in his hand to the ground.
"Waiter, bring me another bottle of wine." Wu Fu shouted.
Just now...he clearly said he would leave after drinking this pot...
The boss fetched another bottle of wine and placed it in front of Wu Fu. He still said nothing and turned to leave.
silence......
Wufu looked at the wine glass that he had crushed, his eyes dull.
The swordsman opposite shook his head bitterly, turned his face sideways, and looked at the blood-red sky reflected by the setting sun outside. The hand holding the sword tightened again, and then released it after a moment.
"Under the overwhelming crowd, there are no eggs left intact..."
Suddenly, in the bloody void outside the small town, there was a terrifying pressure, and several cold and ruthless killing intent covered the entire town.
The warriors and swordsmen turned to look out the window, only to see that those figures were people from the upper world.
Here they come...
There is no sect here, and those in the upper world can only refine the power of luck in human blood by killing all the people here.
I don’t know why those people in the upper realm have been collecting the power of luck, but I can see that the people in the upper realm have been killing people to refine their luck since they came down to the lower realm.
The people from the upper world approached, and the mortals in the city instantly became chaotic.
Amidst the chaos, some were crying, some were making trouble, some were frightened, and some were calmly waiting to die...
The martial artist and the swordsman looked at the people from the upper world approaching and felt the breath of those people. The martial artist's expression suddenly changed: "No, there is an old monster named Nascent Soul! Let's go quickly!"
The swordsman looked at the approaching figures, withdrew his gaze, tightened his grip on the sword, looked at the chaotic people on the street downstairs, and relaxed it again.
The swordsman took the jug, raised it and took a sip, then shook the jug and prepared to leave with Wu Fu.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the restaurant owner with dull eyes. The restaurant owner looked numbly at the upper realm immortal cultivator who was approaching in the void, and murmured: "Here he is...he's still here..."
Jian Xiu couldn't bear it and stepped forward and shouted: "Boss, come with us."
The restaurant owner shook his head and looked around at the empty restaurant. There were only three of them in the restaurant.
"This restaurant was passed down from my ancestors. I can't abandon my ancestors and leave..." The restaurant owner looked at the swordsman with gratitude in his eyes, "Thank you for your kindness, immortal, please leave me alone..." "
He had long seen that these two people were immortals, and he would have been afraid of them in the past, but now it seemed that there was nothing to be afraid of.
"Let's go quickly! The old monster Yuanying has already entered the city. If you don't leave, it will be too late..." Wu Fu looked at a figure that had entered the small town. His eyes were cold and he stood in the void of the small town, and his consciousness scanned Through the whole town.
Above the void in the small city, cultivators from the upper realms arrived one after another. Immediately, several rays of sword light fell from the sky and entered the city.
In an instant, wailing, crying, screaming...all the sounds turned into sadness, and the bloody atmosphere dispersed with the wind.
The swordsman gritted his teeth and was about to escape with the warrior when he saw...
A dazzling white divine radiance lit up out of thin air on the dim sky. The divine radiance was like a bright moon in the dark night, cutting through the sky, with a breath of surprise, like a god descending in the void of the small town. superior.
That was a person...a scholar-looking person with white clothes and white hair.
The man stood in the sky, his white hair dancing in the wind, far away from the upper realm monks.
That person who seems to be invincible has only the cultivation level of pill formation...
The man in white clothes and white hair said:
"Is there anything in the world that is not the land of the king..."
"I want to clarify cause and effect, please stay away..."
After saying that, a bloody shadow appeared out of thin air above the heads of the upper realm monks, which was the word 'cause'.
The martial artist and the swordsman's feet lit up with a golden dragon-patterned glow, and the restaurant owner's feet also lit up with a divine glow...
The feet of everyone in the entire town lit up with golden dragon patterns...
In the blink of an eye, the entire town disappeared out of thin air and appeared in an open space outside the city.
People raised their heads one after another and looked at the line of white clothes above the void in the small town in the distance.
"That's...Su Zhuangyuan." Someone said.
"Su... Zhuang... Yuan..." Some people were confused.
"It's Su Number One Scholar! It's Su Number One Scholar!" Someone was surprised.
"Su Zhuangyuan is here to save us..." Someone covered his face and cried.
"It's Su Zhuangyuan who came to save us..."
Biquge
