Gods and ghosts are not ugly in this world, what is really ugly is the human heart.

The more critical the moment, the less human nature can stand the test.

Murong Heng smiled, his figure disappearing among the broken rocks, leaving behind the broken peaks and screaming crowds.

The road leading to the bottom of the mountain has been blocked, and in the driving of the rolling rocks, ordinary people scattered but could not find the way down the mountain, pushing and trampling everywhere, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

At this time, the big man on the high platform of the examiner finally realized the seriousness of the matter.

It had been as if he had been asleep, and Mr. Mengyang opened his eyes and looked at the shaking mountain with a solemn expression.

"All cultivators, listen!"

The old man's voice was like a bell, and his voice resounded everywhere in Zihua Mountain.

"The forbidden army protects His Royal Highness! Tier 4 cultivators follow me to maintain the mountain! Cultivators of the fifth and sixth ranks help the people! ”

"Other cultivators protect themselves!"

The cultivators in the crowd who were originally flustered were all stunned, and the next moment they all moved. There was a momentary easing of the chaos on Zihua Mountain.

It's just that although Mr. Mengyang gave instructions in a hurry, not everyone would abide by such a life and death situation. Especially for cultivators whose nationality is not Nanchu, there are even fewer who are willing to obey.

"I don't even know if I can run for my life! Who cares about these untouchables? ”

"But an immortal official of Southern Chu, he really thinks he can command the Six Kingdoms?"

"Xiao Ye is a promising cultivator, my life is worth more than ordinary people!"

That's human nature.

Many of the lower-ranking young cultivators chose to flee for their lives, and when they saw these people, they would reach out for help at first, but when they were ignored or even kicked away, their expressions became more and more desperate.

Fortunately, at this moment, Mr. Mengyang and the great immortal officials on the examiner's high platform began to exert their strength together, and the vigorous True Yuan seeped into the cracks on the ground, and the collapse of the mountain range slowed down for a moment, giving most people time to escape.

But what Li Mengyang and others could maintain was only the stability of the mountain, and they could not stop the rolling rocks.

For ordinary people, the speed at which they run cannot keep up with the speed at which the rocks fall, and if they fall, they will be swallowed by the rocks behind them if they have no time to get up.

Kind-hearted cultivators would pull them along the way to escape, but most of them were indifferent.

"Ahh My baby! Childe, help! ”

A woman's child was swept away by the pushing crowd, and she screamed and stretched out her hand to the richly dressed son of the family not far away for help, but only to get a disdainful look from the other party.

She stumbled forward only to be knocked to the ground by the others, and closed her eyes in despair as she watched the legs and feet around her close to her, just then a woman's voice rang in her ear.

"Be careful."

A slender hand seemed to have plenty of strength to lift her up, and the woman opened her frightened eyes and looked at the face of the girl who was close at hand.

"You ......"

She recognized her, this was the woman who had been ridiculed by her husband on the battle platform before and shouldn't be standing there, and when the mountain collapsed, her husband didn't know whether he ran away or was scattered by the crowd, and he was long gone, but this girl ......

"Wait, where's your kid? I'm going to bring it here," Ying Baoyue asked, glancing at the frightened woman beside her, and at that moment, a figure flashed in front of them, and a cultivator holding a small figure descended from the sky and stopped in front of them.

"Her child is here, hug it, auntie hurry up and go down the mountain." The diminutive cultivator shoved the crying child into the woman's hand, and the other party ran forward desperately before she had time to thank her.

The two watched the woman leave, and Ying Baoyue glanced at the short cultivator in front of her, "Meng Shi." ”

The girl dressed as a teenager looked up at her, "Hurry up, the Northern Wei cultivators will also participate in the rescue, but the people in the Northern Han Pavilion have already run away." ”

Ying Baoyue raised her head, and not far away, she saw that Mo Hua was also helping the people, not only to help the Northern Wei people, but to help regardless of country.

"It's okay, it's good to have cultivators stay," Ying Baoyue looked at the chaotic mountains, Chen Zichu, Zhao Guang, Xu Yishan and others had also joined the rescue team, basically saving people when they saw them.

"Yes, there is, but there are not enough people, and it's almost too late," Meng Shi looked at the rocks rolling down not far away with a solemn expression, "Have you ever seen an avalanche?" ”

Ying Baoyue was stunned for a moment, but only listened to the girl in front of her speak, "It's just my hunch, but the collapse like an avalanche is about to begin." ”

At first, just a few rocks fall, but it quickly turns into a wave of rocks, and if everything really is like an avalanche, this collapse will have a tidal peak.

It is the place at the forefront of the collapsed rockflow, and it is also the most dangerous place.

"Where is the peak of this collapsing tide," Meng Shi stretched out his finger and looked at the figure of the young man who appeared there, Yinghuyue's pupils shrank.

It was also the most crowded place, and it had become a pot of porridge, and the source of the chaos was the teenager.

"Chunhua-kun, save us!"

"I'm from Nanchu, save us first!"

Countless hands scrambled to reach out to the boy they were sure would respond to, like countless ghosts surrounding the boy.

"Chunhuajun is in trouble now," Meng Shi looked at the other people around him who still needed help, and said very quickly as he rushed over to save people, "It's almost too late there, I'm afraid I have to give up some people." ”

Abandon some.

It is equivalent to making a choice in human life.

No one in this world can be a pure white boy forever.

One day, the reality of this world will be stained with worldly ashes.

There are only a limited number of people who can be saved by level six, and Ji Jiashu is indeed rushing to the most critical place, but he can't save everyone. Meng Shi turned around to save the people she could save, with some regret and sadness in her heart.

Although she is a little famous, she does not have any prestige in the hearts of the people of a country, and she will not be condemned for saving people in other countries.

But that teenager was different.

"Chunhuajun, you have to save the people of Nanchu first!"

"Chunhuajun, I am the son of a family, and our father is a family friend, you have to save me first!"

"Chunhua, as a native of Southern Chu, you actually went to save the Northern Wei people, do you want to be a traitor!"

Countless voices and persecution came at the young man, and Meng Shi had no time to worry about it, but felt sad for the young man.

That clean man can't go on like this after all.

At this time, the boy may have no choice but to compromise.

"Chunhua, save the people of Nanchu first!" And at this moment, Mr. Mengyang's coercive voice was even heard in the distance, adding another straw to the young man's body that could crush the camel.

"Chunhua-kun, save us!"

"Chunhua, save the people of Nanchu first!"

In the crowd, Ji Jiashu only felt that he was torn in half, no matter what he did, his hands would be soaked with blood today, the blood of those he failed to save because of his selfishness.

"Chunhua, he ......" On the other side, Chen Zichu, who was anxious and couldn't pass by the crowd, raised his head, his eyes were a little sad, and Xu Yishan, who was not far away, struggled to look at it and shook his head slightly.

"He shouldn't be able to do it."

Even if someone could go over to help him, the stone tide was already approaching, and saving one or two more people would not solve Ji Jiashu's current moral dilemma.

The boy could only break the vows today.

He could no longer maintain his gentlemanly heart of treating everyone equally, so he could only save the people of Southern Chu first.

It may not be anything to other cultivators, but Chen Zichu and they know that after doing this, they will lose their former Ji Jiashu.

It's just that......

What can be done about this?

No one can always protect their innocence, they are the sons of a family who live in countless responsibilities and filth, there are always distant relatives in the world, no one can not get their hands dirty, it is only sooner or later.

No one can be a teenager forever.

No one......

Ji Jiashu looked at the crowd squeezing towards him, only to feel that his limbs were as heavy as molten iron.

However, at this moment, looking at the scene in the distance, Chen Zichu's pupils suddenly shrank, "Yishan, look!" ”

Xu Yishan turned around in the crowd and looked at the scene with wide eyes.

"Ji Jiashu!"

The noisy and threatening voices in the darkness made Ji Jiashu want to cover his ears in confusion, and at that moment, he heard the voice.

Ji Jiashu Huo Ran turned around, looked behind him, and looked at the figure in a daze.

The figure of the girl who drew her sword and went to the ground, blocking the mountain and rocks.

It was the first time she had called his name, and every word felt like a blow to his heart.

"Ji Jiashu! Run! ”

She slammed her sword into the ground, screaming so loudly for the first time.

"Go and save the person you want to save! Leave it to me later! ”