The wind howled, and the river of blood surged.

No one knew the secret talk in the secret, and Nan Ming confessed some details to the black snake, and then returned to the surface in the form of a blood snake.

In the corner of an alley in Lancheng, a large amount of dark red blood suddenly oozed from the ground, slowly gathering into a human form.

A young swordsman in a black shirt slowly walked out of the alley with his sword in tow and looked up at the sky.

The sky, I don't know when it has been overcast, and even the last ray of light in the distant sky has disappeared one after another under the pressure of dark clouds.

Zheng ...... Zheng Zheng ......

The sound of the iron sword dragging on the ground was muffled and muffled.

The sword, still the rusty sword.

It's just that a sharp intent lingers on the sword's body, and it has a bit of a momentum that is easy to dispel evil. The miasma could not reach its side, as if it could not reach the young man's clothes, and could only wander restlessly three inches away.

In the gray mist, his figure seemed to be a ray of sky light breaking through the thick fog, shining into everyone's hearts.

Xinglin Medical Center.

Fu Huijing pulled two children, a man and a woman, and an old woman with gray hair, almost close to each other.

Under their feet, a small formation that only allowed three people to stand on their feet flowed, forming a thin curtain of light, keeping the living corpses and miasma out of the way.

However, the light curtain had begun to flicker and flicker, and it seemed that it would go out at any moment.

There were many corpses wandering around the infirmary. When disaster strikes, the sick people lying in bed have nowhere to hide, and the refugees who come to borrow them are just ordinary people who have no power to resist.

Almost instantly, it was a purgatory on earth.

An old corpse with drooling lips, staring at the few remaining living people with empty eyes, and tapping slowly and persistently on the light curtain with his bony hands.

In the light curtain, Fu Huijing couldn't bear it, and covered the boy's tearful eyes with her hands.

The corpse man is the boy's grandfather, and in order to make room for the child, he rushed into the miasma without hesitation, and when he reappeared, he no longer recognized his grandson.

In the vast gray mist, a dazzling sword light swept by, and the corpse turned by the old man made a pause, and his head fell.

"Grandpa!!"

“...... Is that you?!"

The boy and Fu Huijing exclaimed at the same time, but their focus was not the same.

I saw the black-shirted swordsman stepping on blood, the long sword dragging diagonally to his side, and the dense fog and miasma were swept away three inches in front of him, and he couldn't get a trace close.

His sword was still covered in blood, dark red in color, sticky dripping, dragging a striking line on the ground.

"Nan Gongzi, why are you here?"

Fu Huijing was both surprised and happy, but also had a trace of inexplicable anxiety, "It's dangerous outside, you ......"

She subconsciously wanted him in.

But he was suddenly shocked that this formation could only protect every square inch, and there was no room for one more person to stand on it. If you want to come in, you have to have someone go out...... Die.

So, halfway through her words, she paused.

Fortunately, Nan Ming did not embarrass her, and the iron sword was thrown out of her hand, turning into a swirling wind, and the rabbit beheaded all the corpses in the vicinity, and then flew back to his hands, as if there was a spirit.

This set of smooth movements made several people dumbfounded.

Even the little boy, who was immersed in the grief of the death of his loved ones, forgot to cry for a while, and looked at the sword in Nanming's hand with blazing eyes, and couldn't help but feel envious.

Nan Ming noticed his gaze and recognized this little ghost who was a little familiar, it was the "little dog egg" who received alms at the entrance of the medical hall when he first entered Lancheng the day before yesterday.

"Don't be afraid. ”

He reached out and touched the child's head, his voice low and soft, "Your grandfather is dead, only in this way can he rest in peace." ”

The little boy's nose suddenly sore, and tears rolled down in large gulps. When the girl next to her saw it, her eyes turned red and she began to sob.

"Miss Fu, this formation can't last long, you can come with me. Nan Ming said to Fu Huijing.

Fu Huijing shook her head: "I'm afraid this won't work, now the city is full of this kind of miasma, and mortals will die if they touch it." We had no way to defend ourselves, and we ...... outside."

"The miasma is fading, and you follow me closely, and as long as you don't stay within ten feet, I can protect you. ”

Naturally, he knew what this so-called miasma was.

However, all the old nightmares will have some rotten aura on their bodies more or less, and if they are unconsciously emitted, they will rob mortals of their vitality, and even the spiritual souls of cultivators can be polluted.

Originally, it was only a small area of distribution, and it turned the nearby ten miles and eight towns into a dead area. Those corrupted corpses are already the dependents of the Black Snake.

It is the inevitable fate of them assimilated by the powerful being as the weak. Sad, but rightfully so.

Nanming has made the black snake gradually rein, and this rotten qi will surely disappear soon, and when he performs the righteous act of slaying demons on the stage, there will not be no audience off the stage.

But......

He tilted his head slightly, looking at a tall tower in the distance, the corners of his mouth hooked invisibly.

The Qingwa White Pagoda of Tianji Pavilion has not yet fallen, they are on high ground, and they are protected by the formation, plus the black water priest seems to have some meaning of ignorance, and now it has become the quietest and most peaceful place in the city.

This kind of giant force that can stand in the Wind Sword Continent for many years without falling down always has its transcendence. Presumably, even if there is no audience, the Qing Harrier of Tianji Pavilion will pass on what happened here and make a name for himself.

Many thoughts just flashed, and when he saw that Fu Huijing and the others were not moving, he urged again: "Let's go! Your formation will last for a while or three at most, and if the miasma has not dissipated at that time, there is only a dead end." ”

“...... Good!"

Fu Huijing is also a decisive person, and after knowing the stakes, she made a decision in an instant.

The formation in the hospital hall was left by her grandfather many years ago. That old physician used to be a casual cultivator, and after being expelled from the sect, he abolished his cultivation, and the formation he arranged was not very clever, so she knew that what Nan Ming said was true.

Along the way, this young swordsman gave her a sense of stability and reliability, and Fu Huijing believed that he would never lead himself and others to a dead end.

Since she made a decision, the rest of the old and two young people also took her as the backbone and naturally followed.

Nan Ming immediately slashed the formation with a sword, and the strength of his body was windless, and the four of them were caged into it like a tent, isolating the rotten qi.

Fu Huijing's eyes opened slightly, revealing a hint of surprise: "Your sword qi has become more and more powerful, and you can actually condense around your body without dispersing...... But this must be a lot of effort, Nan Gongzi, I don't know how long you can hold on?"

"Protect you until the miasma dissipates, and there will be no problem. ”

Nan Ming grinned confidently, as if to reassure a few people, and explained, "I have been in retreat recently, and my cultivation has made some progress, and now I have entered the realm of the Spiritual Body, and my breath has grown a lot, so you don't need to worry about it. ”

- Soul Realm?

He said it lightly, but Fu Huijing gasped. Seeing that Nanming is only about seventeen or eighteen years old, at such a young age, he has become a first-class figure of the immortal master...... is worthy of being a high-ranking talent from the Yunliu Academy, and his own wild path cannot be compared to it at all.

"It seems that I really have to call you an immortal. ”

She had a smile in her eyes, and the worries in her heart suddenly let go of a lot, "Nanshang Immortal is really noble, if it weren't for saving us, with your skills, you should have been out of the city long ago." ”

She didn't know that the rivers around Lancheng had mutated, and under the shroud of the big array, not to mention a big living person, not even a single mosquito could escape.

But Nanming didn't plan to remind her.

His face just turned grim, and the corners of his lips pursed, revealing a resolute and solemn look: "I don't plan to go out of the city." The source of the trouble, in the center of the city, I want to go over and slash it with a sword, and return this Lan City to a bright place!"