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This is the only thought in Yang Yi's mother's heart, the pace of rapid running, without the slightest pause, even if she feels that her heart is about to explode in this rapid running, Yang Yi's mother still feels that she is too slow, and still hates her uselessness.

Behind him, under the leadership of the leading demons, the three demons were fast, and they were about to catch up with Yang Yi's mother and son.

Gritting her teeth, Yang Yi's mother turned around violently and threw Yang Yi out of the way with both hands. Then he pulled out a soft sword as thin as a willow branch from the belt tied around his waist, and pounced on the demons who rushed over like crazy.

"Look for death."

The leading demon clan shouted, his speed did not decrease, and the tattoo-like lines on his body flashed with a burst of blood-red light.

Well, what's going on?

Yang Yi, who fell to the ground, woke up because of a sharp pain, heard the sound of a fight not far away, and crawled over to check the situation while gasping.

It was blood-red, and the mother was not far away, her chest pierced by a red arm, and on the palm of that hand, she held a beating heart. And the mother, holding a willow-like thin sword in her hand, turned her back to herself, even if her chest was pierced, even if her heart was held in someone else's hand, she still blocked the enemy to the death, waved the thin sword in her hand, and stabbed it into the throat of the demon clan.

Everything seemed to stop at this moment, Yang Yi couldn't feel his heartbeat, he couldn't feel the pain all over his body, and he couldn't feel the passage of time. The only thing left in the eyes was the mother standing still, blocking the enemy's body, the only thing left was the mother's pale face that slowly turned around, and the only thing left was the mother's wriggling lips, she was shouting, "Go." ”

At this time, a few streamers crossed the sky in the distance, and they came to Yang Yi's mother's side in an instant. The visitor looked at Yang Yi's mother, and with a swing of his sword, he killed the demons. The demon clan retreated, squeezed the hand holding Yang Yi's mother's heart violently, and then pulled his arm out of Yang Yi's mother's chest, entangled with the cultivators who arrived.

Yang Yi's mother slowly fell, but her eyes were still staring at Yang Yi, knowing that a cultivator was coming, knowing that her child was saved, a faint smile hung on her pale face, and the corners of her bloodshot mouth were slightly upturned.

"Mother...... Mother ......"

Yang Yi called out like a dream, staggered up from not far away, and struggled to walk over step by step.

Holding his mother's gradually cold body in his arms, tears fell like broken threads, but he gradually couldn't make the slightest sound in his throat, couldn't call his mother, and couldn't choke.

Looking at Yang Yi's blood-red tears, Yang Yi's mother had a faint smile, her eyes gradually drifted, Yang Yi's face began to blur, the distant village began to blur, and the distant sky began to blur.

"Yishan, I'm here......"

This is the last voice of Yang Yi's mother, there are no regrets, some are satisfied, some are relieved, and some are reluctant......

Not far from Yang Yi, the demon clan who was forced to retreat step by step glanced at Yang Yi's mother and son coldly, and the tattoo-like red light on his body flashed one after another, narrowly dodging a blow.

was hit by Yang Yi's mother and stabbed in the throat with a thin sword, if it weren't for the extremely strong body of the demon clan, he would definitely have died on the spot.

Even so, a throat injury is not trivial, and if you can't die, your combat effectiveness will drop by half in an instant. Looking at the cultivators who were approaching step by step, the leading demon clan shouted unwillingly: "Withdraw!"

There are only four or five cultivators who came to resist the demons this time, and their strength is comparable to that of several demons, and it is already good to be able to force the enemy back, and if you want to kill it, you must fight for your life.

Seeing that the demon clan retreated, this group of cultivators did not continue to chase, under the command of the team leader, some of them went to the slaughtered five-person village, and the remaining two stayed by Yang Yi's side.

"Senior brother, this ......"

A female monk looked at the gloomy senior brother beside her, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by a wave of his hand.

Holding his mother's body, Yang Yi didn't know how long he cried, until his eyes hurt, until he couldn't shed a single tear, until the wind suddenly sounded in his ears.

Reaching out to wipe the blood from the corners of his mother's mouth, Yang Yi grabbed his mother's hands and stood up. The small body became the support of the mother, so she firmly grasped the mother's hands, let the mother's head rest on herself, and walked step by step towards the back of the village, which buried the father's grave.

Yang Yi's height was not as tall as the chest height of the cultivators around him, so he stumbled and dragged his mother all the way towards his father's resting place.

"Senior brother, let's help him."

The friarsis wiped her red eyes and walked forward as she spoke. Looking at the figure of the junior sister, the cultivator who led the team shook his head.

A few strides came to Yang Yi's face, and the female cultivator blocked his way and said, "Little brother, I'll help you." ”

Yang Yi paused, and then as if he hadn't heard, he dragged his mother silently to the side.

"Little Brother ......"

Walking to Yang Yi's side again, the female cultivator closed her mouth before she spoke. Yang Yi raised his head and stared at the female cultivator with a pair of blood-red eyes.

Endless anger, endless sadness, endless sorrow, endless reluctance......

Like a bloodthirsty beast, like a wounded lamb, like a ruthless wolf......

I couldn't tell, I didn't know the way, just a glance, the female cultivator was taken aback by Yang Yi's glance. The Dao heart that has been adhered to for many years does not tremble for killing, nor is it confused by feelings, but it trembles violently under Yang Yi's eyes, as if someone has pinched it hard in his heart.

Standing quietly in place, after seeing Yang Yi glance at him, he dragged his mother's body like that, step by step, step by step......

Unconsciously burst into tears, and unconsciously choked up. When the leading monk came to her, she turned and threw herself into the arms of the man, letting her tears flow uncontrollably.

"Hey......"

With a light sigh, the leading cultivator looked at Yang Yi's back, shook his head, and looked at the senior sister who was crying in his arms, and could only sigh weakly.

Not long after, the three cultivators who had gone to the five-person village rushed back from the village, and when they saw their junior sister's appearance, some did not know why, some sighed secretly, and some frowned.

"How? Is there a living mouth? ”

The leading cultivator turned his head to look at his senior brother, and although he didn't have much hope, he couldn't help but ask out loud.

Several disciples shook their heads silently, and then they all turned their eyes to Yang Yi, who was gradually moving away, looking at his figure, endless silence.

The clouds in the sky seemed to be sad, hesitantly gathering together, and the sky, which was originally quite clear, darkened little by little.

In front of Yang Yi, a small tombstone appeared, just a tombstone, no inscription, no life, no payment.

This is the tombstone of Yang Yi's father, Yang Yi once asked his mother, why didn't he engrave his father's name, and why didn't he write down his father's deeds of saving the village of five people.

Mother's answer was always silent, and Yang Yi at that time couldn't understand the sadness in his mother's eyes, but his mother's secret sobbing at night made him dare not ask or mention it again.

Now, Yang Yi placed his mother's body aside, and then leaned on his hands and began to dig little by little.

"Boom ......"

A thunderclap came from far away from the sky, as if he understood Yang Yi's grief and indignation, as if he understood the sentimentality of the world.

Big drops of rain fell, making the leaves crackle all over the mountain.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Yi dug with his bare hands, a pair of still immature hands rubbed off the layers of skin, and the blood slid into the soil with the rain.

Finally, he dug up his father's unrecognizable body, and that body was only wrapped in a thin mat.

Life and death, parting, countless grief.

Whether it is a mortal with crispy meat or a high-ranking cultivator, they don't want to experience it, but they can't avoid it.

Placing his mother's body beside his father, Yang Yi didn't say a word, and covered the soil little by little. Layer after layer, each layer contained the blood flowing from Yang Yi's hands.

Gradually, a small grave was raised, and here, some people were already resting, and some were still weeping.

In the distance, a group of several cultivators kept looking at Yang Yi, and no one left. Until this small grave was erected, until Yang Yi knelt in front of the nameless tombstone and kowtowed nine times.

"Senior brother, I'll go and bring that kid here."

One of the disciples turned his head to look at the leading cultivator.

"No, I'll go."

The nun who had stopped crying raised her head and looked at her brother with a determined gaze.

Nodding slightly, perhaps, it is a good choice to bring this child who has lost everything back to the sect, just the determination revealed by Yang Yi after he was sad, if he cultivates it well, he may be a rare talent.

Seeing the senior brother nodding, the female cultivator strode out, but the closer she got, the slower her steps became.

Looking at Yang Yi's small body motionless and kneeling in front of the tombstone, the sadness seemed to be contagious, and the closer he got, the more unbearable he became, for fear of disturbing the thoughts of the dead.

Just when the female cultivator was only a dozen steps away from Yang Yi, Yang Yi picked up a piece of gravel beside him and slashed a terrifying wound on his arm, and immediately bled like an outpouring of blood.

The female cultivator was shocked, but Yang Yi couldn't think about it, and she couldn't go with her parents. Thinking of this, the female cultivator hurriedly accelerated, but before she came to Yang Yi's side, she stopped again.

"I, Yang Yi, sacrifice righteous blood, hereby swear that one day, I should comfort my parents' souls in the sky with tens of millions of demon blood."

After the words fell, Yang Yi got up, missed the female cultivator, and came directly to the cultivator who led the team, and knelt down again.

"Boy Yang Yi, I am willing to join the Immortal Master Sect, and I hope that the Immortal Master will be fulfilled."

As he spoke, Yang Yi buckled his head. He knew that although the major cultivation sects were powerful, they were not all kinds of ordinary people who could join casually. He didn't know if he was qualified or not, but only by begging like this could he have the opportunity to join the sect.

Although he has the inheritance of the Star Moon Sect, but in the current situation, how to survive is a big problem, and how can he have the environment to cultivate the inheritance of the Star Moon Sect from scratch?

The best situation is to join a sect, not only can you learn the mental methods of other sects, but you can also secretly cultivate the Star and Moon Inheritance. Therefore, Yang Yi did not hesitate to come to this group of cultivators, and kept kowtowing while repeating the words just now.

The team leader, who had originally intended to bring Yang Yi back to the sect, saw this scene, nodded again, and hurriedly helped Yang Yi, who kept kowtowing: "Okay, okay, I'll take you to my sect for a trip, whether you can stay or not depends on the attitude of your masters to decide." ”

"Thank you, Immortal Master."

only had to say thank you in a hurry, Yang Yi's head was tilted, and he fell into a coma directly.