In the face of the dilapidated Huayang City, everyone has a kind of grief and indignation in their hearts, even Zhao Dashan, who has never had a good impression of the Xianluo people, as if he has a heavy boulder pressed on his heart, unable to struggle, unable to breathe, and unable to escape, so he can only bear it silently.

Walking on the streets strewn with corpses, the wide and smooth cement pavement has long been unrecognizable at this time, and the blood flowing on the streets has turned black. A little crimson is still tinged with a hint of crimson.

On the street, like the Last Judgment, there are corpses of different postures everywhere, some are giant rats, and more are Xianluo people, and the stench of rushing to the sky has not dispersed for a long time.

This was once the most tragic place for the Han people to fight against the Xianluo warriors. Dozens of seriously injured powerhouses had died here, but all their bodies were snatched away by their comrades.

The buildings on both sides have collapsed countless times, and among the ruins, huge rat shadows disappear from time to time. Farther away, billowing smoke rose into the sky, forming several distinct vortices above the horizon, as if everything was going to be destroyed and would be reduced to nothingness.

A nation of sorrow, a city of sorrow!

The four of them followed the path where the strong men had fought, jumping almost all the way and heading southwest. They were more concerned about Ling Yu's situation.

The earth trembled slightly. Another building of nearly 100 floors collapsed, and the billowing smoke and dust rushed into the sky with a raging fire, and in the sky, two huge vortices appeared, swallowing the fireworks rising in the air, and the security system tried to maintain the stability of the space. It can suck away the smoke and dust, but it can't suck away the hidden worries and sorrows in people's hearts.

It seems that the energy system of Huayang City has not been damaged, and it is still operating normally.

A city that is only thirty years old, it has condensed the wisdom, life and blood of countless Xianluo people, and in this way, little by little, it is going to destruction.

There were bursts of shouts ahead, and more than a thousand Xianluo soldiers were holding guns against the rushing rat tide, and the smoke and dust were stirring, shouting and killing. They screamed in despair, the only thing to rely on was the guns in their hands, and the four of them were powerless to help them solve anything, so they could only watch from a distance and make a detour. Until the shouts of killing turned into screams of despair, and finally disappeared completely, the Xianluo soldiers were completely overwhelmed by the rats.

The four fields were dead and barren, without a trace of life, and the claw marks of the giant rats were all over every inch of dirt. In the huge pit with a diameter of fifty meters in front of him, a huge white tiger head sat intact on a cone-shaped mound of earth, its eyes were blankly open, and there was a faint trace of blood on the corner of its mouth. Not far away, a huge lion-headed monster was lying flat on the ground, with bursts of black smoke reflected in its pupils, and the big hole in its chest was telling the tragedy of the past, deeply shaking everyone's heart.

Perhaps this area is still filled with the aura of a strong man, and not a single giant rat dares to approach it.

The four of them kept under their feet, quickly crossing the tragic battlefield, and on the horizon, countless black dots were seen in the distance, surging in the same direction as them.

Getting closer and closer, the four of them finally saw that it was a large group of Xianluo refugees with backpacks and baskets, they were running and shouting with difficulty. Someone in front of him fell, and the person who rushed up from behind quickly stepped into a pulp.

Behind him was a large group of Xianluo soldiers, who continued to shoot behind them with the crowd, just like other Xianluo soldiers, all of them were not afraid of death, desperately blocking the swarming rat tide.

Finally, it was near, and the valley, which had been shaded by grass, was now barren, and there were countless giant rat bones and charred corpses at the foot of the mountain, and black smoke was still wafting.

At the foot of the mountain, tens of thousands of Xianluo people have built huge ring fortifications with huge boulders, and heavy machine guns and artillery are waiting for them.

Warrior Academy, this is the last place of survival of the Xianluo people in Huayang City. At this moment, a huge blue light once again enveloped the foot of the mountain, and the passage, which was almost never opened, had been opened several times in a day, and a wide entrance slowly emerged, absorbing the endless stream of refugees.

The four of Zhao Dashan poured into the Xianluo Warrior Academy along with the noisy flow of people.

In the space of the Xianluo Warrior Academy, there are many voices and people coming and going. The Xianluo people who fled were placed by the students in the open space not far from the academy, and food and drinking water were continuously mobilized from the four towns of the academy, and tents were built one by one.

The grass in front of the college's medical center was already crowded with people. Chu Tianlan and Wan Changyun, who have just recovered, are helping people who come and go to resettle.

In the medical center, most of the strong people had recovered, and they sat on the benches and talked nervously, glancing at the sea of immortals from time to time, their expressions full of anger.

In the hospital, Ling Yu was placed in a special care room. In front of a protective bed, there were tall and short Xianluo doctors, and their huge gray heads were constantly shaking, like gourds floating on a pond. Facing Ling Yu, who was filled with electrodes again, some pondered silently, and some shook their heads and sighed. None of them were helpless.

On the bench outside the special care room, Jin Ling'er frowned, Lu Xiaowei beside her was constantly comforting her, and Tong Yue stood quietly aside, her face gloomy, not saying a word. After arranging a quiet place for the two beastmasters, he hurried back.

Soon, the Immortal Luo Doctors dispersed in a hurry, leaving only the two nurses on duty to stay there, observing Ling Yu's every move at any time.

It wasn't until dusk that Zhao Dashan and the four of them hurried back, they were covered in blood and their faces were gloomy.

"Jin Ling'er, how is Ling Yu?" Zhao Dashan asked.

"The doctor said that although his heart had stopped beating, the biocurrent showed no signs of confusion and was not completely dead." Jin Ling'er said with a tired face.

"Everyone must be calm, Ling Yu is in the midst of mutation, I don't know what will happen, but there is one thing, he has not left us yet." Tong Yue said comfortingly.

Just then, a nurse suddenly pushed open the door and shouted, "Doctor! Fast! ”

The people sitting on the benches stood up with a "whoop". The two attending physicians hurriedly entered, the door was not closed, and Zhao Dashan followed the first one to break in.

Ling Yu on the bed surprised everyone.

I saw that his face was withered at this time, his face was yellow, and there was no luster at all. Pieces of hair began to fall out, eye sockets sank deep into their sockets, wrinkles and cracks on their faces, and they looked so decayed and terrifying. Naked upper body, all the skin is stiffened, and it seems that there are still fine pieces of skin falling off. At this time, Ling Yu looked like a dried corpse!

"It's ...... This is Ling Yu?! Zhao Dashan exclaimed.

"Ahh

"No heartbeat, no breathing, intense brain wave activity, normal life fluctuations...... one doctor is constantly reporting the data, and the other is carefully recorded.

Zhao Dashan glanced at it again, couldn't bear to look any longer, and hurriedly escaped. He couldn't believe his eyes, was that shriveled old man Ling Yu who got along with him day and night? His eyes were a little moist.

As the night wore on, there were still doctors in the nursing room who were moving and talking. After a tiring day, Zhao Dashan and the others had already fallen asleep on the bench. Jin Ling'er was alone in a window in the corridor, looking at the quiet night sky, letting the night breeze blow her sad face.

…… It was like a long nightmare.

Ling Yu was in the dark, silent and lightless, and his body was cold and abnormal. His whole body was in a pool of tumbling black water, and it was pitch black all around, and he could not see a trace of light, nor could he touch the shore, and suddenly, a fire welled up in his heart, and the fire quickly spread throughout his body.

He was in pain, but there was no way to escape it. The pool of black water was like a monstrous demon, encircling him, tearing at his skin inch by inch, devouring his bones and internal organs, pouring into every cell around him without hindrance.

Cold, icy and biting. Heat, fire!

He gritted his teeth and endured all this, looking around in horror, but could see nothing. He gasped and helplessly stretched out his hand into the air, every inch of skin around him, every bit of flesh and blood instantly turned into ice, and his eyes burned rapidly.

Suddenly, he felt the cells around him begin to crack, splattering fluids and blood gushing. He shouted loudly, but there was no sound, and he desperately clung to something, but could not catch anything.

A dazzling white light flashed, and a white robe slowly appeared in front of him. The white figure stood quietly not far away in the pitch black, and the holy light flashed around it.

He stared blankly at the beautiful figure, trying to see her face clearly, but he couldn't see it clearly. For a moment, he lost any feeling. There is no trouble, no pain, just infinite eternal tranquility.

He slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed the white robe: "Jin Ling'er...... No, no, is that you? Fairy in a dream,...... Take me away...... Take me away...... Get out of here, I'm going to get out of here......" he muttered as he slowly drifted away from the black pool.

He was like a wisp of smoke, like a puff of mist. He felt that he was dead, and he broke away from his body and went straight to the dazzling light, the beautiful figure, the boundless world of nothingness...... His flesh was lying motionless in that pool of black water.

"Ling Yu, hold on...... You can do it! The woman's eager voice sounded in his ears, and the white figure seemed to look at him anxiously.

That voice, that voice, is it Jin Ling'er...... It felt so familiar, but it wasn't, it wasn't.

"Child,......" An old voice slowly sounded from his heart, and that voice was like a ray of sunshine in the cold autumn wind, shining on Ling Yu's tattered inner world.

In the void, the collared white robe loomed, as if there was nothing. Beside her, a gray figure slowly appeared, and he could vaguely see that the snow-white long beard fluttered gently in the wind.

"Are you...... You are...... Grandpa Tianhuo? …… No, no, who are you? Ling Yu muttered.

"Child, pain is the theme of life, without pain it is not life, you have to go beyond it!" Slowly, the gray robe moved closer to him, and a bright light made him barely open his eyes. In the bright light, he saw, he finally saw, the kind and old face at the neckline of the white robe, the smile as bright as a chrysanthemum, made him forget the pain, in the gaze full of wisdom, he stretched, flew, like a small butterfly, sniffing the fragrance of the flowers, like a wisp of breeze quietly passing by, caressing the tender green without a trace.

"Child, speed is the theme of battle, without speed there is no strength, pierce it." The old face looked at him with a smile, watching his every growth with satisfaction, and suddenly stretched out a withered finger to tap the void, and suddenly, a huge vortex appeared in front of him, it quickly expanded, and the points of light in the darkness turned into rays, and fell towards the depths of the vortex, reflecting a silver white in front of his eyes.

"Children, perception is the theme of the strong, with limited time, explore the boundless vast, concentrate and feel it." The old man's face flashed with a smile, and he felt a little from his eyebrows, and suddenly through the vast world, the stars, the sea was lost in a blink of an eye, and then there was boundless nothingness and darkness. Darkness, darkness everywhere.

For a moment, he felt vigorous vitality, like a wisp of green smoke, but he could conjure up endless forms, but he could control flight. He's dead? No, I don't ......! He condensed the energy of his whole body, making the wisp of green smoke dazzling, and he soared into the air, wandering above the clouds, looking at the small mountain village that he had not seen for a long time. Suddenly, everything became silent, there was no light, there was no darkness, everything was empty, and he seemed to have completely lost his sense .......

Zhao Dashan was awakened by a burst of nervous footsteps. The two attending physicians also woke up from their dreams and quickly rushed into the treatment room.