The crimson bird soars in the air, blessed by Wutian's strong skills, and the flight speed of the immortal bird is incredibly fast, and it is already a thousand mountains and rivers with a flap of its wings.

The wind whistled in his ears, and among the vast clouds and mist in the sky, Wu Tian saw the face of Sayuan City below.

Blood and fire are burning.

A demon clan has come, slaughtered the humans in Sayuan City, and destroyed everything. The entire city has been reduced to a pile of rubble, most of the buildings have been destroyed, and the streets have collapsed. Round, radial craters dotted the inside and outside of Sayuan City, and from the sky, they looked like rags that had been swept by bullets.

In the location of Sayuan City, the breath of any living person could hardly be perceived.

Wu Tian was expressionless and patted the back of the immortal bird. He turned over and jumped up, boom, white qigong flames burst out from his body, wrapped around his body, snapped, his whole person turned into a white streamer, and flew towards the Martial Immortal Stream Hall outside the city.

The immortal bird chirped loudly, flapped its wide wings, and rushed down the clouds to follow it. There was sadness in this tweet, which seemed to be in touch with Wu Tian's heart, and he could understand the heaviness of Wu Tian's heart at the moment.

……

Wu Tian fell in front of the Martial Immortal Stream Hall at the foot of the broken mountain.

Or rather...... It was before the ruins.

Even the mountain gate has only two half-broken stone pillars left, and the houses and buildings behind it have collapsed and become piles of rubble, and there are ruins and broken walls everywhere.

Wu Tian's face tightened, he didn't stop, as soon as he took a step, the figure had already come to the ruins of the gym. If you want to perceive even a faint breath, you can't find it...... I don't know if those disciples dispersed or were killed.

"Vic ......" Wu Tian felt anger in his heart.

Demon warriors are only hundreds.

How big the world is.

Sayuan City is just a small city on the land of the world, and the demon clan has only been in the world for half a day, and in this short period of time, this place has become a pile of ruins?

There is no doubt that only the Great Demon King of Vic, this guy who must hate him to the core, took one of the demon warriors, and traced it from the side of Taidou Mountain - the ancestor of the Wuxian Liukai faction is the great disciple of the great master Wu Taidou, this point was one of the propaganda points of Wuxian Liu back then, and the people in the vicinity of ten or a hundred miles, but anyone who has heard of Wuxian Liu, knows this.

Bick knows the details of Wu Taidou, and it is not difficult for the tree vine to find the Wuxian Stream in Sayuan City.

There was a chirp from the sky, and a fiery red cloud fell from the sky and fell on the ruins, which was the undead bird that was chasing. Its ancestors had lived here, and when it turned its head from side to side, it could vaguely see mutilated corpses lying in the ruins, and the blood stains had become sticky stains, so you can imagine what a tragic scene had been here before.

The bird was already psychic, and in its clear eyes, sadness appeared in it, and it kept whispering softly.

Wu Tian was silent, and as soon as his mind moved, his perception spread out, sweeping tens of thousands of miles in an instant...... Suddenly, the aura of the Great Demon King that made Wu Tian disgusted appeared, it was in the direction of more than three hundred miles to the east, and beside him, it was really followed by another evil and cold aura, with an intensity of about 1,600, it was a demon warrior.

"Great Demon King?" Wu Tian showed a sneer.

He could imagine how Vic, whose combat strength was only three hundred, wagged his tail and begged for mercy in order to survive in front of such a demon warrior. In the face of the difference in strength, the Great Demon King of Vic, a negative aggregate of gods, will not care about a little bit of so-called dignity, just like he will find that he can't beat the other party in the duel with Sun Wukong, so he threatens with Tianjin Rice's life and abolish Sun Wukong's arms and legs.

Martial arts beliefs can be lost, not to mention a little bit of personality self-esteem?

Replacing it with the later Vic, that is, the so-called "second generation of magic", it is impossible.

Wu Tian beckoned to the immortal bird, and the spiritual power lifted the body of the immortal bird, moved it over, and landed on his shoulder. Just as he was about to use teleportation to rush to the place where the Great Demon King of Bick was, Wu Tian suddenly glanced at the afterglow of his eyes: "Huh?"

At a broken wall, Wu Tian found something.

At the same time as he walked over, the pile of rubble that buried the broken wall had already been urged by Wu Tian's spiritual power, and it automatically levitated, and it fell to the open space on the side.

Under the broken wall, there was a man covered in blood and a large hole in his back.

Wu Tian's eyelids twitched, although this person's clothes were already torn and stained, how could he not recognize that this was Wu Xianliu's martial arts uniform? This person's body curled up in a ball at the root of the broken wall, Wu Tian walked over, trying to turn his body over, but he didn't turn it all of a sudden, only then did he notice that this disciple of Wu Xianliu actually grabbed the root of the wall with his hands and stuck them in the ground, as if he was protecting something.

Closing his eyes slightly, Wu Tian's water-like thoughts poured out, flowing to the corpse's hands that were deep in the ground and walls.

Click, click......

The walls and ground around the corpse's hands were cracked, and they were cut open by Wu Tian's telekinesis like water and knife.

Two stones hung on the ten fingers of this disciple's hands, and Wu Tian flipped his body over and saw his eyes that had not closed until death. The immortal bird wailed low on Wu Tian's shoulder, Wu Tian's face was expressionless, and after a while, he saw a line of small blood-colored handwriting on the ground under the original corpse of this disciple:

"The demon is coming, the disciples of Wuxian Liu are desperately protecting the things left by the master and the ancestor, fleeing, hoping that the ancestor will return, and I can see this article, and I hope that the ancestor will return, and I can see this text, and the ancestor will return, and I will see this article, and the disciples will stay."

The handwriting was deep in the stone slab, stained with blood, and blurred in places.

Wu Tian stared at the line for a moment, and finally sighed, he stretched out his hand to cover the disciple's eyes, and said in a low voice, "Wait for me...... Let you be resurrected. With one hand, the disciple's eyes were closed.

With a click, a square crack the size of a human body cracked on the ground on the side, and with a bang, a long cube of stone had been suspended from the ground under the control of Wu Tian's telekinetic power, leaving a rectangular pit on the ground.

The boulder bar was suspended, and Wu Tian lowered the disciple's body into the pit.

Click, click, click......

The boulder bar hanging above the pit was crushed into a cloud of dust by an invisible force, and the pit was gradually buried.

Wu Tian slowly got up and glanced at the immortal bird standing on his shoulder, and the eyes of the immortal bird seemed to be covered with a layer of fog. Wu Tian looked at the blood word on the ground again, and finally ...... Eyes on the last half:

"I hope that the patriarch will return, I can see this article, I hope that the patriarch will return, I can see this article, and I hope that the patriarch will return, and I can see this article."

Spiritual motivation poured out.

Click, click, the ground where the blood word is located, and the range of one meter around it is cut by an invisible force, and a huge stone body in the shape of an inverted cone is controlled and suspended, and Wu Tian's telekinetic power like a tide wraps this inverted cone stone body, from the outside to the inside, layer by layer, "grinding", and the debris is peeled off and suspended around.

Gradually, a small wooden box emerged from the stones......

Wu Tian's mind moved, and the spiritual power held up the small wooden box in front of him, and he slapped the crushed stones and debris suspended in the air with a single palm, and with a bang, under the power of the majestic palm, they all turned into powder.

His face was a little complicated, and with a twist of his fingers, he crushed the metal lock of the small wooden box.

Click, he opened the wooden box. (To be continued.) )