At dawn, there were no more figures on Yin Mountain.

On the Yin Mountain after the earth-shaking changes, only the blood-colored eyes-like passage hanging high in the air are extremely conspicuous.

The original main peak of Yin Mountain has been razed to the ground at this moment.

"Then we'll leave first. Liwan bit her lip and helped Chu Feng tidy up her clothes, "Zi'er and I went to send Huoyun home." ”

Chu Feng bowed slightly, watching Liwan and Zi'er leave.

"I'll leave for a while, too. An Luyun shook his head, "Let's go back to Canghai Pavilion first, there are many things in the Pavilion that I need to help deal with." ”

At the foot of Yin Mountain, only Chu Feng, Coral, Chu Linglong, Mu Qiuyu, Xiao Yuelian and Bing family sisters and brothers, Qin Xue and Qin Xia, and Hua Lingshuang remained.

Bing Zhiyi didn't leave, because the instructions Sheng Ji gave her at the beginning were to protect Chu Feng until everything was over.

It's not over yet, and she can't leave yet.

If Bing Zhiyi didn't leave, Ice Zhiqi naturally wouldn't leave.

Among several people, Chu Linglong's cultivation is the deepest, in the upper section of the Emperor, Chu Feng is second, followed by Xiaoyue and Bing Zhiqi, Qin Xue and Qin Xia, and then Coral and Ice Yi, Mu Qiuyu, and Hua Lingshuang.

"What's next...... "Sango sighed softly, "and we'll have to see when we can find the traces of Yixin Changshu." ”

"I remember that the predecessor of Wind and Thunder said...... In the space they later placed, there seemed to be a special existence. Chu Feng thought for a moment before he said, "Listening to the meaning of Feng Lei's predecessor, it seems that that special existence can help us." ”

He has always been concerned about this matter, but there have been a lot of things since last night, and he has not had time to talk about it for a while.

Corals are surprised, special existence?

"Let's go, go to the wasteland now. Coral said with some anxiety.

Tens of millions of people are struggling to move eastward on top of the wasteland, and when viewed from above, it looks like the tide of the sea, which is doubly shocking.

The people who took them away from the ghost country last night said that as long as they went southeast, they could go to the human world by crossing the endless mountains, and hoped that before that they would be more patient, and not to go south and climb the mountains directly, and they would enter an eventful area.

They didn't doubt the man's motives, because there was nothing to doubt about that.

"Everyone's rations and water are evenly balanced!" Mingzhu's throat was hot, the shelter was stocked with water and food, but it was impossible to take all the water and food away from the migration, and it would be a burden to bring too much.

In particular, there are many women and children in the shelter, and they can't carry the weight, so how can they bring too much?

Mingzhu shuttled between the crowds, trying to maintain order.

Although everyone is a resident of the ghost country, no one can guarantee what kind of things they will do once they are extremely hungry and thirsty.

"Hurry up!" Mingzhu said with some annoyance to a masked procession walking around the crowd, "bring the water and food to the front!"

"Eldest sister, we don't have the strength anymore......" The man who walked in front gasped violently, "This is a wasteland in the world, the aura is terrifyingly thin, our true qi is exhausted, and there is not much difference from ordinary people!"

These were the monks who had collected the sigils of life and death from the previous night, and had played a great role in helping them to take in the wounded and heal their wounds and help more refugees, and had been rescued on the way to the shelter, and were now responsible for storing and transporting food and water.

Although these people played a great role, Mingzhu still hated them extremely much, and did not have a good face for them, scolding and even attacking them at every turn.

If it weren't for the fact that these monks were afraid of the master who mastered their life and death sigils, they would have risen up long ago.

"If you don't go faster, I'll kill you!" Mingzhu gritted her teeth.

"Okay, good ......" The monk at the front had no choice but to staggered forward, and the dozens of other monks behind him could only grit their teeth.

"Plop ——!"

A monk suddenly fell headlong on the black earth of the wasteland, and struggled for a long time without struggling.

Mingzhu's color changed slightly, and he stepped forward and kicked the monk on him, causing the monk to turn over on his back to the sky.

"Don't play dead. Mingzhu said coldly, "Get out of here and move forward!"

"Water ......" the monk looked at Mingzhu with pleading eyes and muttered a pleading, "Water ...... Please......"

"We don't have enough water for any water!" Mingzhu kicked the monk and rolled again.

Seeing this, the few monks in front of them felt infinitely sad, that person's cultivation was a little lower, and he couldn't afford to consume it like this at all, and after the true qi was exhausted, Mingzhu didn't let them eat and drink, so that person fell to the ground.

Several monks wanted to go back, but they were intercepted by a group of residents of the ghost country, and one by one they were knocked to the ground, punched and kicked before leaving in anger.

Several monks endured the pain, supported each other to stand up, and looked at the eyes of the people of the ghost country full of resentment.

"Look at what!" a ghost man snorted coldly, "Beating you is beating you, you are innocent of death, and now it is a great mercy to let you live, and I don't even know how to be grateful!"

The man spoke, smacking a male monk's face.

The male monk was stunned for a moment, and impulsively stepped forward to fight the man to the death, but was pulled by his companions and dragged into the monk's queue.

"When they cross the Yin Mountain, I'll see what qualifications they have......," the monk gritted his teeth.

"If you don't get up, I'll kill you. Mingzhu looked coldly at the monk at his feet, holding the sword in one hand, the blade of the sword had already pressed against the man's throat, and the blood beads had slowly poured out.

"Kill me...... Beg...... You...... Kill...... Kill ...... I'......" The monk lay quietly without even a hint of struggle, looking at Pearl with cloudy eyes, and there was a darkness in his eyes.

Mingzhu looked at the monk in front of him, inexplicably a little sad.

These monks will hold a grudge against the humiliation they have received at this moment, and if they have the opportunity, they will not hesitate to take revenge on the surviving people of the Ghost Country.

But what if they don't treat them like this, do you treat them as if they were guests?

Is that possible?

How many people in this ghost country have lost their loved ones, and what happened to them for resenting these monks with that heavy grief?

Shouldn't we be resentful?

Mingzhu felt a deep sense of sadness.

Because she found that no matter who caused this situation, if one party died cleanly, then everything would not end.

Resentment will continue to pass on, and blood will continue to flow.

Until one side is cut off.

It's a sad cycle, and it makes people feel hopeless.

Mingzhu slowly raised the sword in his hand, closed his eyes, and slashed the sword down.

There was no warm blood splattered on her face, and there was a gentle force holding her sword.

She opened her eyes and saw the young man holding her sword in one hand last night.

The people of the ghost country walked past them, as if they had become numb to all this, and generally ignored it.

"It's not going to solve the problem. Chu Feng said very seriously.

Mingzhu did not speak.

Chu Feng squatted down and helped the monk up.

The monk's eyes were filled with endless panic as he looked at Chu Feng.

Absolutely overwhelming, they are just insignificant ants in front of him.

Chu Feng poured a wisp of true qi into the monk's body, nourishing the monk's exhausted body and regaining some of his strength.

Chu Feng looked at him, suddenly laughed, and asked, "Do you know what it's like to be weak and bullied?"

The man nodded blankly.

Chu Feng was silent for a moment, he pulled up the monk and said, "Go ahead." ”

The monk nodded apprehensively, and hurried after his companion.

"I have their sigils of life and death, and I won't let them mess around. Chu Feng sighed, "I know that hatred is difficult to dissolve...... However, I still hope that even if I want to kill them, I will let them know why they died, not such torture. ”

Chu Feng didn't have the luxury of asking the people of the ghost country to forgive these monks, it was simply impossible.

Just like these monks, the vast majority of them do not think that the root of the hatred and abuse they have suffered is their behavior, they still take bullying for granted, they do not die, and this hatred will continue to be transmitted.

The only thing he hopes is that the people of the ghost country can send these people to death in a relatively normal way, not so cruel, so that they lose their dignity as human beings, so that the people of the ghost country will feel terrified when they recall this memory for the rest of their lives.

Mingzhu still didn't speak, just stared at Chu Feng in a daze, a little aggrieved and a little sad.

Chu Feng looked at Mingzhu's expression, and suddenly raised his head a little big, so he stepped out of the way, and let the most affinity among the several people Coral step forward.

Coral stepped forward slowly, slowly untied the sword in Mingzhu's hand, and whispered a few words to Mingzhu, causing Mingzhu to sob, and then crying loudly.

Coral hugged Mingzhu and gently patted Mingzhu's back, and after Mingzhu cried for a while, and after her emotions stabilized, the two said a few more words, and then Coral cut to the chase: "Mingzhu girl, I don't know if there is anything special in the shelter of the ghost country?"

They have already been to the refuge of the ghost country, where in addition to a mess, there are a large number of refugees, and they have not found any special existence, so they have been tracking along the route of the refugees, and it happened to see Mingzhu's killing of prisoners before it fell, one is to stop, and the other is to hope to learn something from Mingzhu's mouth.

Mingzhu was already convinced that Chu Feng and the others had no ill will towards the ghost country, and also heard Coral roughly say what they were for, although he was slightly suspicious, but because this problem would not threaten the refugees of the ghost country, he also said truthfully: "There is indeed a strange thing, which was excavated from the space-time fault in the shelter. ”

"Huh?" Sango's brow twitched slightly, "What's that?"

"A woman. Mingzhu swallowed and continued, "A woman wrapped in a layer of amber. ”