Uncle Jingdu died, died in Xuanyi's arms. Blind. With a smile on his mouth.

Xuanyi was stunned, and his tongue unconsciously licked the corners of his mouth, full of bloody taste, which was disgusting.

An arm fell in front of him, and Xuan Yi didn't care, but when he saw the scar of a burn on the arm, his eyes widened in horror.

I can't remember how many years ago, when Xuanyi was still not shaved, when he was just "Ah Zhu", one night, he studied Buddhist scriptures all night. The little body was not disturbed by the Sandman, and he took a nap.

The candle flame collapsed, the wooden tables and chairs were lit, the prayer flags were burned, and the Buddhist scriptures were burned. In an almost instant, tongues of fire soared into the air.

When Ah Zhu was choked up, he was already in a sea of fire and had no way out. He cowered in a corner, uneasy, waiting for the fire to consume him.

In desperation, his uncles wore bedding with water, squeezed into the sea of hot fire, and looked for a child in the mess.

When Ah Zhu was found, he was unconscious, and he collapsed in the corner, breathless, coughing. Mi Yuan covered Ah Zhu's mouth and nose with a towel with water, picked him up, and looked for life in the sea of fire.

The wooden bars were hot and burning, and gradually they could no longer support the structure of the Buddha hall and began to collapse.

Ah Zhu was in a fog, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a piece of wood falling from a high altitude, almost smashing into his face. It was Migen who covered the falling plank with his arm, and almost instantly, one of his arms began to burn.

That was the last image he remembered.

When he came to his senses, no one said anything about how long the fire had been burning that night.

But Genichi will always remember that the scar on Migen's arm is ugly.

Now, the severed arm flew in front of his eyes. It's like reminding Xuanyi how uncomfortable the smell of fire is.

Xuanyi stood up, and all the long swords that stabbed at him were blocked one by one. He was in hell on earth, but he was not tormented by "evil spirits". All suffering, someone endured for him.

In a rain of blood, Mi Yuan's back was difficult to recognize. But Xuanyi only needs to find the monk who has no arm, Mi Yuan has lost his right arm, he has a sword in his mouth, and he is holding a sword in his left hand, and he is still killing enemies.

There was a black-clothed elite soldier who fell in front of Xuanyi, obviously just losing his strength, but he still had a breath.

At this time, Mi Yuan was cut off another arm. The other arm flew high, as if it was about to turn into a rain of blood, dripping and dripping, and finally smashed into the pool of blood of the corpses everywhere.

Mi Yuan's arms were broken, and the pain made him unable to maintain his feet, and he fell to his knees. His saliva didn't have time to swallow and went down the hilt of the knife, bloody. The hilt of the sword in his mouth stopped his moan.

When Shi Jian couldn't get out, an elite soldier slashed at Shi Jian's bound right arm. Shi Jian struggled to break free, but he was outnumbered, and several people joined forces to crush Shi Jian under him.

Seeing this, Mi Yuan raised his head, grimaced his face, and stood up. He had only the limbs left of his feet, which caused him to move and wobble, and with every step, he staggered and was about to fall.

His eyes were as wide as brass bells, and his eyeballs almost jumped out of their sockets. Between the neck, forehead, and green tendons skyrocketed.

The long sword was already swung in the air, and in the next second, one of Shi Jian's arms was about to be cut off.

Mi Yuan lowered his center of gravity, his eyes fixed on the swinging sword, and he ran wildly in that direction. He used the sharp sword that had been bitten in his mouth as a weapon, and with a turn of his head, he stabbed the blade into the heart of the elite soldier.

Stir it, and the blade comes out. The bowels of the elite soldiers also poured down.

This is the first cut.

In the second sword, he stabbed the long sword into the chest of the elite soldier who bound Shi Jian's arm. There was a thud, probably the sound of an explosion in the heart. The elite soldiers fell to the ground and died.

Shi Jian's arm regained his freedom, and the situation was immediately reversed. He twisted the neck of the black cloth that was pressing on him with his backhand, the black clothes' face was red, saliva hung down into a long one, and the suppressed limbs were loosened by the pain of suffocation.

Either you die or I die.

Garan, a temple that carries the vision of the believers of Nanling, was reborn as a bloody battlefield that night.

This third knife was another group of newcomers who attacked, and the weapon pierced Mi Yuan's neck.

The monk was stunned and fell to the ground. Mi Yuan, I didn't even have time to speak. His eyes rolled, as if looking for something. When his gaze touched Xuanyi's red eyes, he seemed to really settle down, and his eyes immediately dimmed.

Mi Yuan's lips moved, and before he could form a sentence, he had already lost his soul. But all he wanted to say was a few words. Over the years, Genichi has heard it many times.

"Mi Yuan...... Teacher...... That day...... If you don't save me...... Wouldn't it be better......"

Xuanyi turned his face to the blood rain on the horizon, and he spread his hands outstretched, as if he was a child who had been suffering from nectar for a long time, picking up an endless stream of blood and water. He smeared the dirty blood on his face, looked at the scars on Miyuan's severed arm in front of him, and stabbed the sword in his hand into the chest of the black-clothed man who fell to the ground in front of him.

Dead in black.

Genichi killed the first person. But he didn't feel it, he only felt that despair was overwhelming, and he couldn't see the light.

Since Jingdu, Xuanyi has lost another father.

"Stop, you stop. Xuan Yi looked at Huo Lanyuan and roared loudly.

Huo Lanyuan was not in the center of the bloody battlefield, he was wearing a white shirt, squinting his eyes, and his hands were behind his back, as if he was a bystander, with a smile on his face, and he was also looking at Xuanyi.

Shen Qingjun was buried behind him, and he could barely see a human figure. But the shadow cast by the moonlight could be seen that she was trembling.

"Stop, you stop me. Xuan Yi was already a bloody man, so he couldn't see the red tears sliding down his face.

How many of the hundreds of elite soldiers died? 30, 40, or 50?

Why is there still an influx of people?

Xuan's face was hideous, and he waved the long sword in his hand, and his eyes were only filled with black clothes.

A knife, a knife, another knife. He also killed one, two, three or four......

Uncle Lonely Sky fell to the ground. His neck was cut.

Uncle Faquan was attacked by several elite soldiers at the same time, and in an instant, all limbs were cut off. He fell to the ground as if he had returned to a cocoon.

Uncle Chang Lin was slashed in the abdomen with a long knife, and his internal organs flowed out, but he still killed a few people desperately.

They fought so far, just to piece together the hope of a child to live.

"Xuanyi, I don't hate you, but each is his master, and I have my righteousness. Huo Lanyuan said this, the white clothes were clean and bloodless.

"Don't you think about it. Shi Jian shouted, killing the two people who were entangled beside him, and he looked at the few people who were still alive.

They exchanged glances, and at the same time understood their intentions.

Fight your way through a bloody path and entangle all your forces to the point where you can't get out.

Shi Jian pulled Xuanyi's arm and ran in one direction.

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors