As it was getting dark, the last of the skeleton undead soldiers fell, and everyone was physically and mentally exhausted, some were badly injured, and some could never get back up.

Yu Moxi and Luo Xiu also came down, looking at the corpses with mournful eyes along with the living disciples of the Five Sects.

Then, silently began to clean up the battlefield.

Maybe some disciples wept quietly, and some disciples couldn't bear it in their hearts, but the world of cultivators was so cruel.

Life, or death.

After packing up all the corpses of their fellow disciples, everyone gathered around the altar and silently watched as the golden light slowly dimmed until it disappeared.

In the sky above the Mourning Wasteland, all five golden rays of light disappeared.

It's dawn.

The sealed altar slowly sank to the ground, and everything returned to its original state.

If it weren't for the skeletal undead soldiers slowly disappearing in the sun's rays and the thick smell of blood in the air, it would have been as if nothing had happened.

There are no plane channels.

There is no altar.

No one died.

But it's just like that.

The living disciples of the Five Sects could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Yu Moxi, these people, the big stone in the bottom of their hearts fell temporarily.

"Get ready, listen back to Windy Town!"

“……”

On the way back, Xu Yanting and Tao Xingzhi found Ling Jiuyou and asked about Bai Ning.

Ling Jiuyou's face condensed: "I didn't see him, but the masked people who attacked the disciples of the Nine Shadows Sect must have been his handiwork, maybe he hid in the shadows at that time and never appeared." ”

Tao Xingzhi lowered his head, with a complicated look in his eyes.

Although there was some speculation, but I really heard it with my own ears, Tao Xingzhi still couldn't accept it.

He thinks that there is no place to be sorry for Bai Ning, and he treats Bai Ning even more sincerely, who knows......

Tao Xingzhi smiled wryly and turned away silently.

Xu Yanting thought about it, called Xiao Han, Hua Yileng, and Jiang Yicheng, and said: "After I go back, try to find Bai Ning's traces, he has been in the Beast Control Sect for a long time, maybe he has found some secrets, this is a danger." ”

The rest nodded, not opposed.

……

A few hours ago, Bai Ning put on a tattered cloak and fled all the way to the first-level area of the Mourning Wasteland.

From time to time on the road, he would meet some disciples of small sects and sects, and Bai Ning would hide in Tibet like a lost dog.

Finally, without attracting anyone's attention, he got out of the Mourning Wasteland, and the sky was slightly shining.

The night is about to pass.

Bai Ning's eyes were confused for a moment.

"Why? Why is this happening? ”

It shouldn't be like this.

Clearly...... Obviously planned everything, how much did it cost, and why did it still fail?

Bai Ning's gaze was firmly fixed on the Mourning Spirit Wasteland, and the last golden light slowly disappeared.

After a long time, his figure bent down a little decadently.

"You are Bai Ning?"

With a sudden voice, Bai Ning turned his head violently and looked around: "Who?" Don't pretend to be a ghost! Come out! ”

"Don't be nervous, you know the Grey of the Thousand-Faced Witch, right?" A person appeared behind Bai Ning at some point.

Bai Ning took a few steps back in shock, staring at the strange man in front of him vigilantly: "Are you ...... Demon Cultivator? ”

The man was dressed in a dark blood-colored coat and robe, and his face was smeared with rich rouge, but he was not feminine, but more and more evil.

Man's blood lips slightly hooked: ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,