Scarlet purple and black fiery clouds covered half of the sky, enveloping the entire Dongyao Mountain Range. Countless spiritual lights and demonic qi surged among the clouds.

It's so far away, but you can still smell blood very clearly.

Su Jinge's heart has never been so flustered as it is now. She wanted to summon the gourd device to fly, but found that she couldn't mobilize the aura in her body no matter what. The body is obviously full of spiritual power. After Su Jinge tried twice, he directly gave up this choice. Use your toes hard, wanting to use the light body exercises of the Moon Worship Country.

The pain came in wisps and went straight to my heart. Only then did Su Jinge realize that his feet were oozing blood, soaking half of his shoes.

I have obviously eaten diamond fruit, why do I still wear out my feet? What happened to Dongyao? Why are you here?

There are all kinds of doubts in my heart, but I can't reach Dongyao in front of me.

Su Jinge endured the pain that was directly connected to his heart as soon as he was ruthless, and jumped towards Dongyao Mountain. Xu was too anxious, every time her toes touched the ground, she actually flew up in the air, straight out of the back for more than ten miles, and needed to move forward again.

The once bustling Wangxian City is now empty, with mottled blood stains on the smooth stone roads, the walls facing the streets, and even the plants, trees, flowers and leaves in the city. The corpses of demon cultivators, demon cultivators, mortals, and scattered cultivators and Fuguang disciples fell all over the city.

On the highest star-picking tower in the city, on the moon-white glazed tile roof. A female cultivator dressed in a Fuguang Dao robe stood frozen in the wind, the blood marks on the corners of her lips snaking across Ruyu's neck and staining her collar red. Around her, more than a dozen demon cultivators fell sideways, each with dozens of snow-white bone fragments inserted into their bodies.

It was the fragment on the dragon scale skirt armor that Chu Yingluo had refined.

Su Jinge's body trembled slightly, and he stumbled onto the top of the Star Picking Tower, stretching out his slightly trembling hand to brush away the hair scattered on the female cultivator's face.

"Senior Sister Chu,."

The person in front of her no longer grabbed her shoulders and responded to her with a loud voice.

The wind blew with the smell of blood, and in the empty Wangxian City, only Su Jinge's suppressed and trembling call was there.

Not far away, in the Dongyao Mountains, two loud noises came. The air around them also stirred, and the wind and sand carried grass, trees, and stones into the city. Su Jinge picked up Chu Yingluo's already cold and stiff body and placed her in the Star Picking Tower. He continued to rush to Fuguang against the wind and sand.

The blood-soaked shoes gently touched the surface of the crescent moon lake, creating a circle of ripples. In the center of the ripples, a ball of blood bloomed in the water and gradually dissipated. When the blood flower completely dissipated, Su Jinge had already flown over the lake, jumped twice in the mountains and flew straight to the Fuguang Mountain Gate.

The stone staircase was covered in blood, and even the mountain gate was stained with patches of blood.

As soon as Su Jin Gefang landed, he saw a flash of sword qi in the clouds, and a peerless figure fell down.

A fishy sweetness surged up his throat, and the anxiety, extreme anger and sadness along the way turned out to be a mouthful of blood spurting out of his heart.

Su Jinge only felt that his eyes were dark, and his body fell down endlessly.

I don't know how long it took, but there was some light in front of me, and my body fell into a warm embrace. A mellow and clear familiar voice sounded in his ears, "Just go forward, and leave the rest to me."

turned his head sideways, but it was Qin Yunqian's warm face.

Qin Yunqian let her go. Countless ice arrows erupted in his hand in an instant, nailing those demon cultivators who surged up to the ground. While solving the demon cultivators who were constantly pouring forward, he waved out the Dao Dao spiritual light, and hit the air with great regularity.

In front of him is no longer the Fuguang Mountain Gate, but a wilderness that has never been seen before. and the day turned into night.

The dark clouds in the sky covered the stars, and the demon cultivators surged up like a tide. At some point, he replaced a pair of giant hammers in his hand. The body moved one step ahead of her brain, and the pair of double hammers that were extremely heavy were as dexterous as two swords in her hands, and she easily swept down a piece of demon cultivation.

Although I don't know where this is, Qin Yunqian is behind him. It gave her a lot of peace of mind.

With Qin Yunqian's movements, the dark clouds in the sky gradually faded. Su Jinge only then realized that they were actually in a huge array.

The stars are sparsely exposed behind the clouds. The red-haired demon lord also revealed his figure behind the demon cultivators.

Su Jinge's pace of progress was faster, and he stepped on the mountain of demon cultivator corpses to come to the red-haired demon lord. The double hammer strikes down with a left and a right.

The red-haired demon lord was motionless. Seeing that a pair of giant hammers were about to sandwich the red-haired demon lord into pulp, a hand that bullied the frost and snow suddenly stretched out out out of thin air, pulling the red-haired demon lord aside.

The sledgehammers struck each other with a dull thud. A pattern appeared where the red-haired demon lord had been standing, and the streamer was messy.

Su Qingxue didn't know when she appeared in front of her, and pulled the red-haired demon lord and said coldly, "Why don't you avoid it?" ”

The Red-Haired Demon Lord was silent. Su Qingxue didn't have time to care about him anymore. Because at the moment when the red-haired demon lord was pulled out of the formation, Qin Yunqian had already made a quick move to completely defeat this large array.

Qin Yunqian didn't look at Su Qingxue, he just stretched out his hand and gently pushed behind Su Jinge's back.

Su Jinge was defenseless, and was pushed out by this extremely soft spiritual power. Just as she landed, a hurricane rose on the ground. Snow-colored aura poured in from all directions. It was actually Qin Yunqian who laid out another formation while breaking the formation, trapping himself in the formation with Su Qingxue and the red-haired Demon Lord. Only Su Jinge was launched.

Su Jinge got up, crashed into the wind wall over and over again, and was bounced back again and again.

The spiritual power in her body couldn't be used, and she couldn't even try to break the formation.

I don't know how many times it has been bounced to the ground, and the wind wall shook and disappeared in an instant. The cold air hit her like a waterfall that had opened the floodgates, and the white light filled the heavens and the earth, stabbing her eyes with pain. Although her eyes were already filled with tears, she still tried to keep her eyes open, trying to find Qin Yunqian's figure. However, I couldn't see anything but white light.

When everything subsides, the white light fades. There is another place in front of me. At the foot is an unfamiliar mountain.

The west wind was fierce, and it made her cheeks ache.

Looking far away, mourning is everywhere.

Su Jinge walked down the mountain and went down the surging river at the foot of the mountain. Along the way, ten towns and nine emptiness. There are even villages and towns where there are corpses all over the ground. Because there was no one to collect the burial, it had already begun to emit the smell of rotting corpses.

When I met one or two monks by chance, my face was also full of nervousness and panic, and when I saw her, I avoided her from a distance.

The spiritual power in the body is full, but it still can't be mobilized. Su Jinge walked along the river for two days and nights, and finally recognized the place in front of him.

This river is a vicissitude. In front of you is Jingzhou. It's just that the scenery around Jingzhou has completely changed. I don't see the vastness on the left, nor the splendid grace on the right. In its place is a mottled scorched earth.

Now that he had arrived in Jingzhou, Su Jinge sped up and went to the Hundred Flowers Sect.

The scene of flowers and warmth in the past is gone, and the large sea of flowers and those girls with bright eyes are no longer in the Valley of Hundred Flowers. The buildings with obvious deterioration reflect the bleakness.

Only a few bushes of flowers and plants scattered in the scorched earth under the feet show a little vitality.

The flowers and plants swayed in the breeze, blurring Su Jinge's vision one by one.

When I looked closely, the flowers and plants were gone, and even the scorched earth and the decaying buildings were gone. There was a familiar scene in front of me.

The sky is clear, and the sun is in the sky.

The warm wind is mixed with the scent of grass. The grass beneath him is soft and greedy.

A watery fruit was filled into his mouth.

"Isn't it sweet?"

Su Jinge sat up, and saw several children in Fuguang robes sitting or lying down resting beside him. The pair of girls closest to her looked at her with a smile on their faces.

There was a slight difference in the mouth, but a tooth was lying quietly in the palm of the hand.

The girl holding a handful of spirit fruits suddenly laughed, "Little Liu, are you losing your teeth?!" ”

This is. Fumitsu!

Su Jinge looked at the extremely familiar scenery around him, and his eyes warmed up a little. This is Fuguang, Fuguang many years ago. She was still a child who lost her teeth very late, and Su Qingxue was still an ordinary Qingyun disciple at this time.

None of this has happened yet.

None of those tragic images have yet to happen.

Warm tears rolled down, crossed his cheeks and landed on the robe, and disappeared in an instant.

None of these companions noticed her abnormality. After resting for a while, he carried the spoils of this trip to Taiyi Peak in the door.

The task items were delivered, and merit points were added by the deacon's disciples. Su Jinge was still in a trance, until Yunxing and Yunyue waved goodbye to her, and their identical faces were full of vitality. She suddenly reflected and ran towards Xiaojing Peak. Along the way, the Fuguang disciples were either in a hurry or leisurely. It's really an ordinary day that can no longer be ordinary.

After going through those, I know that the most precious thing in this world is "ordinary".

The pear blossoms are grateful, and a little new green is revealed on the fruit trees. The only sound on the peak is the sound of running water and the rustling of the wind. Exceptionally quiet and nice.

Behind the small waterfall, the cave of Chonghua Zhenjun is closed. It is forbidden to swagger in front of the door during the retreat.

Master is still in retreat.

Su Jinge's body and mind suddenly relaxed, and she sat down in front of the waterfall, raising her face to let the sun shine on her face.

"That's good."

In the following days, Su Jinge lived leisurely and sufficiently. But gradually she realized that something was wrong.

Sunrise and sunset, flowers bloom and grate. Time passed year by year, but she showed no signs of growing up at all. Even cultivation is forever stagnant.

Why?

Just then did I have a question, and another voice in my heart came out: Isn't this bad? Isn't this most peaceful and comfortable day exactly what I miss and can't ask for?

She didn't know why she was here, but she knew that once time had moved forward. Those tragic images will happen again.

So be it, it couldn't be better. Isn't it?

Su Jinge's heart seemed to sink into a warm lake. The feeling of comfort made her feel at ease. Those midnight dreams woke her up, and the picture of her sweaty clothes fading away little by little. And then faded away those memories in my heart. (To be continued.) )