Jiang Yunchen took Zhao Yisu away.
Lingyun Hall was covered with devastation. Ren Jinghua fell to the ground, and his left shoulder was penetrated by the root system of a plant, leaving a gaping sore, which was hideous and terrifying.
Lin Yuan was already unconscious on the ground, and there were a bunch of Penglai disciples beside him who didn't know whether they were unconscious or dead.
Gu Qianning was slightly less injured than them, not because of her incredible strength. Under the death technique of the seventh-grade Dzogchen monk, even the two sixth-grade Penglai Pavilion monks were nailed to the floor and were dying. Gu Qianning was just lucky and stood relatively close to Master Tianwei. In order to preserve the body of Nineteen that he snatched back, Master Tianwei used all his last strength to solidify the barrier, which happened to wrap Gu Qianning in it.
Therefore, Gu Qianning was the first to wake up. She first poured out the few remaining elixirs from her storage bag and fed them to the most seriously injured Master Tianwei. Then her eyes fell on Nineteen's body.
The child's little body was completely cold. Tears welled up in Gu Qianning's eyes. She didn't dare to look any further. She took off her ragged robe and covered Jiujiu's body, opening the hole until it almost broke. After covering his abdomen, he ran to call Ren Jinghua.
Ren Jinghua was still conscious and stood up with his heavy sword on his back, unable to move his left arm at all.
"I only have one pill left." Gu Qianning handed the pill to Ren Jinghua. Ren Jinghua shook his head: "I'm fine, I can't die."
Gu Qianning sighed softly, turned around and dug out Lin Yuan from the pile of dead people. They have all exhausted their spiritual energy and can only dig in vain with their hands, saving every one they can.
The last elixir was used on Lin Yuan. Lin Yuan still didn't wake up. The black forehead on his head was soaked with blood, but it was not his blood, but the blood of more low-level cultivators from Penglai Pavilion.
Even in a coma, Lin Yuan, a fourth-level monk, still wanted to protect lower-level people. The maid he was protecting was Toad Su. Her cultivation level was only second-level. She could still survive in such a battle. The existence of a trace of life can really only be described as a miracle.
Gradually, more monks who were still alive got up from the shock. Gu Qianning helped her friends to leave. After taking two steps, she remembered: "Where is Ping Junhua?"
Several people stopped quickly and looked around in the ruins.
Until someone looked up and asked: "Is it... the one hanging on the wall?" The person who spoke was a low-level cultivator from Penglai Pavilion.
Gu Qianning looked up. Ping Junhua looked like a ghost, with his hair scattered in front of his head, tangled with dried blood, and covering his entire face. Further down, the chest seems to be intact, but in fact there is a terrifying crack in the back, which is penetrated and hung by the broken wall. The blood gathers from the back to the feet and has flowed into a small river. It looks like it is almost dry.
Gu Qianning was startled and stumbled over to save the person.
But she really didn't have the strength anymore. Ping Junhua was hanging more than ten meters above the ground. She couldn't fly up at all, so she could only find a way to move things on tiptoe next to her.
Before she could take action, several third-grade monks from Penglai Pavilion stepped forward to help. They actually built a ladder and quickly helped carry Ping Junhua down.
Gu Qianning: "Thank you."
The low-ranking cultivators looked ashamed, not daring to accept such a thank you. They waved their hands and helped each other away.
Master Jiangchun, the real person, used the death technique, which meant that the entire Penglai Pavilion would be buried with him. If Jiang Yunchen hadn't beaten Jiangchun to death with three whips, everyone would have become a ghost now, and they would still have the nerve to divide themselves into different sects and discuss their rankings. Before these foreign monks came to participate in the canonization ceremony, the inner disciples were still a bit xenophobic. Now they just want to find a crack in the ground and sneak in. When this incident spreads all over the world, everyone will be embarrassed to mention that they are Penglai disciples. .
Gu Qianning sighed, carried Ping Junhua on her back, and walked out of Lingyun Hall.
When I looked outside, it was even worse.
The newly rebuilt splendid Penglai Pavilion collapsed into a pile of rocks as far as the eye could see. Weird roots crawled out from the ground, strangling all living creatures like poisonous snakes. There were low-level cultivators who could not dodge, and there were some who were in danger of disaster. Little beast. Thick dust and smoke billowed in the air, and the clear lotus pond flowing through Penglai Pavilion no longer existed. The turbid water was mixed with ruins and blood, rolling forward until all these sins were washed into the North Sea...
Gu Qianning looked around, not knowing where to go.
After a while, an unknown young disciple from Penglai Pavilion came forward and said respectfully: "Senior, we have temporarily cleared a flat area. If you don't mind, you can go there to heal your injuries."
"Thank you." Gu Qianning said her thanks habitually, which made the disciple wave his hands in shame, sighed and continued to help others.
Gu Qianning led people to the flat place and saw charming orchids buried under the dust and mud. He stepped on a sign that was broken into two parts. On it, he could vaguely make out the words "Orchid Pavilion". word.
This place turned out to be the original Pavilion Master's Mansion of Master Jiangchun.
Such a majestic and glorious place once turned into dust and mud underfoot in just half a day and suddenly disappeared.
Gu Qianning was filled with emotion. She finally found a place to stay among the ruins and slowly recovered some spiritual power. Strangely enough, after the chaos, the originally rich spiritual power on Penglai Island disappeared, and the surrounding spiritual power was very weak, even worse than the Northern Continent, which was always known for its thin spiritual power.
It took Gu Qianning three days to barely gather some spiritual power. During this period, she and Ren Jinghua took turns on duty, for fear that someone would take advantage of the situation in Penglai Pavilion.
It's not that there are no such people, it's just that more Penglai disciples spontaneously formed patrol teams to protect this place.
Three days later, Gu Qianning worked with Ren Jinghua to set up a barrier in a secluded place and took her friends in to heal.
Zhao Yisu didn't know about these things.
At this moment, she was being led by Jiang Yunchen, hiding at the bottom of the cliff below Youlan Pavilion, and slowly being nourished in the Earth Fire Cave. The fire spiritual power cultivated by the earth fire was transformed into thunder spiritual power by her spiritual roots, and was continuously transmitted to Jiang Yunchen.
This shows that Jiang Yunchen was hurt more deeply than Zhao Yisu.
This is also true. Jiang Yunchen's entire body was like a dried up lamp, comatose in the underground fire cave with no sign of waking up. If it weren't for the protection of Zhao Yisu's spiritual power, he wouldn't even be able to withstand the scorching heat of the underground fire. It has long since turned into dust and smoke.
As time goes by, I don’t know how many years have passed in the cave... Pavilions and pavilions have been rebuilt among the ruins on the island, but they have long since lost their original luxury and prosperity, looking a bit simple and depressed.
Zhao Yisu woke up from the pain in the Earth Fire Cave.
That kind of pain comes from the spiritual sea, and it hurts sharply, like being pricked by needles.
The pain was insubstantial at first, and Zhao Yisu thought she was dreaming, until it felt like her spiritual sea was about to be pierced into briquettes, and she finally opened her heavy eyelids with difficulty.
It turned out that the pain was not a dream, it was the firefly that she had rescued in the spiritual sea calling her anxiously, almost piercing her spiritual sea with its pointed beak.
"Well... I will repay kindness with revenge..." Zhao Yisu said hoarsely and put his hand on the spiritual sea.
The firefly was still trying hard to peck at her. Was it treating her spiritual sea as an eggshell, trying to peck it open and fly out?
Zhao Yisu was thinking wildly until he turned around and saw Jiang Yunchen and the looming destiny chart beneath him.
His fate is unstable. Is he about to die?
