Snort!!

The air is in turmoil, the void is shattered!

One after another, thick void cracks were like countless black snakes dancing wildly, like thousands of demon gods roaring!

The violent force seemed to tear this heaven and earth apart, and in an instant, it spread out thousands of zhang and devoured the lives of thousands of monks in an instant!

The screams continued.

All the cultivators in the city were terrified, and at this moment they rushed to flee outside the city that had been lifted, for fear that if they were too late, their souls would be scattered!

At this moment, except for those few god-turners, no monk should still stay in the city.

"Give me back!!"

The cultivator in the bright yellow skirt raised her eyebrows, and her hideous face was already dripping with cold sweat.

The movements of her hands changed rapidly, and in this short moment, she and the rest of the god-transforming beings had made tens of thousands of seals containing great power!

For a while, the aura here was brilliant, the hurricane roared, and the aura was furious to the extreme!

Sassy –

Clothes and hair were joined together, dancing wildly in this violent hurricane aura.

Finally, at the moment when the fifth breath arrived, this terrifying self-detonation force suddenly stopped spreading.

It was as if it was blocked by an invisible barrier, and then ...... It recoiled backwards at an extremely fast speed, shrinking into a dark ball of light the size of a human head in three breaths!

Those god-shifters were secretly relieved, but they still didn't dare to relax.

"Send it into the Endless Void!"

The Elder Dao of the One Transformation God shouted, and the rest of the people once again conjured the magic trick in their hands, pushing the compressed self-detonation energy towards a void crack on its side.

It wasn't until the dark light completely disappeared into the void crack that these god-transforming beings completely exhaled, and then they worked together to close the dense void crack in the surrounding air one by one.

Seeing this, the cultivators who escaped outside Tianhe City also lost their strength, and a wave of ecstasy in fear for the rest of their lives was born from their hearts.

From beginning to end, Su Jiu was quietly suspended above the eastern city wall of the city, watching this scene silently.

Drops of blood dripped down her body and along her clothes on the city wall, splashing small blood flowers, which soon accumulated into a large pool of blood.

Her face had long been blurred by blood, making it difficult to see her emotions at the moment, and her pupils seemed to be so deep that people didn't dare to visit.

At this moment, although she was covered in blood and scarred, she made all the cultivators around her fearful.

There were originally many monks standing on the eastern wall of the city, but the moment she arrived, they hurriedly ran away one by one.

Her figure, the surrounding cultivators could only look up.

And when the gods in the city turned their eyes, they frowned.

Her emotions ...... It doesn't seem right.

Her dark pupils looked closely...... But it's a bit hollow.

"Few, few, less ......"

At this moment, the only person who dared to approach Su Jiu was probably Gao Lingshan, the hall master of the Yin Ghost Branch of Tianhe City.

She flew from the north of the city, landed on the eastern city wall, looked up at Su Jiu cautiously, and tried to call softly.

However, Su Jiu turned a deaf ear, and with a pair of gloomy eyes with a hollow meaning, he looked straight at the place where Zhang Ran had exploded.

The surrounding circle of buildings had long since turned into ashes, and it had become a wide open space.

Suspended in the sky were those god-transforming people, and Su Jiu finally looked at them.

It was obviously just a casual glance, but it made the hearts of those god-transforming people tremble slightly, and a chill arose for no reason.

"Su, Su Daoyou......" One of the gods coughed lightly, but he didn't want to grudge with Su Jiu, so he immediately squeezed out a little smile.

It's just that before his words were finished, Su Jiu, who had been suspended above the city wall, suddenly shook, and then fell straight from the air!

Gao Lingshan was startled, and hurriedly flashed forward, wanting to catch Su Jiu.

However, at the moment when Su Jiu was about to fall on the city wall, he quickly stretched out his hand and slapped it downward, and with a spin of his strength, he fell steadily and stood on the city wall.

This action was very simple, but Su Jiu was seriously injured, and before he could stand firmly, the wound cracked in large areas, and blood flowed wildly!

"Shaozong!" Gao Lingshan was frightened, and when he wanted to take out the healing pill and give it to Su Jiu, Su Jiu had already turned around and walked down the stairs to the city wall.

One step at a time, it couldn't be more appropriate to describe Su Jiu at this moment.

Her legs trembled with each step she took, and a large pool of blood blew down.

Anyone could see that she had clearly lost the strength to act, but she still held on to continue to walk, unwilling to fall.

Gao Lingshan's eyes behind the "Shaozong ......" were complicated, this Shaozong, most of the people in their Yin Ghost Sect, almost only heard his name, but did not see him.

Today was the first time she had seen this Shaozong, and she was in awe of her because of her Shaozong identity, because of the rumors about her, and because of her cultivation in the Divine Realm.

But at this moment, this awe quietly changed, into a kind of respect with inexplicable pity.

Obviously, with her, she can fall down, and on the premise that her life is not in danger, she will definitely try her best to protect the Fa.

But she didn't.

Is it because no one wants to believe it? Even if she is also a monk of the Yin Ghost Sect.

The blood-colored back that gradually disappeared into the stairs was very thin, but it was extremely determined.

The air was moving slowly, but it was extremely quiet, except for the sound of wet footsteps.

Even the sound of blood splashing on the ground seemed to be audible clearly.

No monk dared to make a move, even if Su Jiu looked extremely weak at this moment.

They just looked at the bloody back, and watched with bated breath as she swayed and walked out of the city gate and toward the distant horizon.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled, behind the bloody back, seemed to be boundless loneliness.

She can't fall.

Don't dare to fall.

Because behind her......

Empty.

She walked shallow and deep, stepping on the dry grass and gravel until the night was high, and then she stopped in a dense mountain forest.

Finding a place where he could see the sky, Su Jiu sat down against a tree.

When she looked up, her hollow black eyes looked straight at the full moon.

"Today is ...... Ordinary moon worship festival......"

After a long silence, Su Jiu moved his lips slightly, and spat out a hoarse word from his throat.

Although the monks are busy with cultivation and almost no longer ask about the world, there are still many monks who occasionally find blood relatives on festivals such as the Moon Worship Festival, or gather three or five friends to chat, laugh and admire the moon together, and have a drink.

A trace of bitterness mixed with the fishy sweetness of blood spread in Su Jiu's mouth, astringent to the bottom of his heart.

When she closed her eyes, Zhang Ran's last sentence seemed to still linger in her ears.

Strange and familiar images flashed quickly in her eyes, and finally everything returned to darkness.

As his consciousness became more and more blurred, Su Jiu released the Iron Lady from the cold world.

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