Just when Nie Wushuang was helping other mortals after breaking off, suddenly a few long rainbows crossed by, and at the front of the crowd, a few figures fell, and Nie Wushuang saw that several topless demon cultivators stopped at the front of the team more than thirty steps away.

In mid-air, several black rays of light flashed, and three or four Jiedan monks landed in the crowd at the same time.

The crowd that was originally running away stopped in an instant, Yun Qianruo was at the front of the team, and after putting down Qin Yu in her hand, the white-handled long sword in her hand lit up, and she stared at the demon cultivator thirty steps away in front of her.

The black-clothed monks who fell in the crowd slowly gathered together, all of them were scarred and murderous, holding all kinds of blades in their hands, looking at the five demon cultivators in front of them from a distance.

The mortals were frightened, all trembling, careful not to make any sound, and all slowly moved to both sides.

Nie Wushuang jumped over, jumped to Xiong Yihu and the others, and said in a low voice: "I will protect you and hide to the side." ”

Nie Wushuang knew that as long as he was in Tiger City, it would definitely be inevitable to be affected by the battle circle, and now that the entire Tiger City had become a battlefield, he could only take this group of mortals to dodge as much as possible.

When Qin Yu and the others just retreated to the side, five demon cultivators moved at the same time and came forward, and the long street of ruins suddenly became demonic.

The four Jiedan monks activated at the same time, and the spiritual power of their bodies skyrocketed, and the killing intent swept through.

"Bang Bang!" A few sounds, these four Jiedan monks have not yet confronted the demon cultivators, and the violent spiritual power instantly shook the dozens of mortals who were dodging around them to the point of tumbling, Nie Wushuang was protecting Qin Yu and a few people, hearing the voice, and when looking for the sound, he found that more than a dozen mortals were swept by the violent spiritual power of those few Jiedan monks, and their bodies were instantly torn apart in mid-air, bursting out with clouds of blood mist.

Nie Wushuang was already angry in his chest, if it weren't for the fact that he wanted to protect other mortals, he would have already carried his knife up, seeing this, his eyes were blood-red and he shouted angrily at those few Terran Jiedan monks: "You are all crazy!"

The crowd was in chaos, and countless people began to run in all directions like crazy, everyone only thinking about running as far as possible.

Several Yuedan monks obviously didn't care about the feelings of the mortals, and their bodies flew in front of them, and they instantly confronted the demon cultivators who attacked.

Nie Wushuang's heart was full of anger and indignation, looking at the mortals around him who still needed his protection, he had to forcibly suppress the resentment in his heart.

Yun Qianruo also stepped forward to join the battle at this time.

Nie Wushuang looked at Qin Yu, Xiong Yihu, Grandpa Qin Yu, Lu Ke and others around him hugging dozens of mortals, and was about to protect them to escape, who knew that a sword qi came from the battle group close to his side, the sword qi was so fast, it didn't give Nie Wushuang any chance to react at all, the sword qi swept through the crowd, and in an instant, several people were cut into two pieces by the sword qi, blood gushed out, and Qin Yu and several people around him were suddenly dyed red.

Qin Yu was so frightened that he cried, Xiong Yihu's tower-like man was also trembling at the moment, and Qin Yu's grandfather fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

Even Nie Wushuang was not spared, and his whole body was dyed blood red when he was sprinkled with blood mist in the sky.

At such a close distance, not to mention the demonic power that erupted from several demon general-level demon cultivators of the demon clan, just the attack power of a few Jiedan monks on the side of the human race was not something that Nie Wushuang could stop, just now the sword qi swept by, Nie Wushuang didn't have time to react at all, and saw that several people who were only five steps away from him were cut into two pieces by the sword qi.

In such a situation, Nie Wushuang gritted his teeth, resentful in his heart, but he had no choice but to shout at the mortals around him to gather towards him.

The huge spiritual power that crisscrossed the battle circle kept surging to both sides like a tide.

Nie Wushuang used his body to constantly resist the people around him.

Countless vertical and horizontal qi cut everywhere, Nie Wushuang could only protect the dozen or so people around him, he watched the mortals who were far away from him scatter and flee, but in the blink of an eye, he was overturned and killed by these vertical and horizontal energy, but he had no ability to protect this group of mortals, the anger in his heart gradually turned into sadness and misery, and the kind of sadness that emanated from the bottom of his heart made Nie Wushuang's whole body seem to be drained.

At this moment, a figure that broke away from the battle circle was hit, flew upside down and fell a few steps away from Nie Wushuang, Nie Wushuang trembled and took a step forward.

This black-clothed monk was also scarred at this time, and was about to get up, but when he saw Nie Wushuang step forward and stretched out his hand, he thought that Nie Wushuang was going to help him up, so he nodded to Nie Wushuang and stretched out his hand to accept Nie Wushuang's kindness, who knew that Nie Wushuang grabbed him by the collar and shouted angrily: "You fight like this, the mortals in Tiger City will die sooner or later." ”

The man in black spat out a mouthful of blood foam from his mouth, and said coldly: "At this moment, who has the energy to take care of the lives of mortals?"

At this moment, Nie Wushuang felt an extremely large murderous aura rolling behind him.

Nie Wushuang's heart tightened, and he turned around and was about to pounce towards the cyclone.

But seeing that the incomparably fierce cyclone was faster than him, it swept past Grandpa Qin Yu, Nie Wushuang just pounced, and the cyclone had already swept Grandpa Qin Yu into the air in an instant, Nie Wushuang changed his flutter to fly, jumped up, and wanted to use his body to block the cyclone.

At the moment when Nie Wushuang flew up, countless fierce sword qi burst out from the battle circle, one of the sword qi, with a bang, passed through the abdomen of Qin Yu, a little girl not far below him, the sword qi flashed away, when Nie Wushuang looked back, Qin Yu's abdomen was pierced by the sharp sword qi, leaving a fist-sized wound, and Qin Yu's thin body instantly fell backwards, and a sad look flashed on his face.

Nie Wushuang was furious, and when he turned his head to save Grandpa Qin Yu again, he saw that the cyclone spun suddenly, tearing Grandpa Qin Yu into flesh, and the flesh and blood fell into the air with the rotation of the cyclone.

Nie Wushuang's empty body twisted vigorously, and one jumped in front of Qin Yu, holding the little girl who was about to fall in the crook of his arm.

Blood kept coming out of the little girl's mouth, and she muttered indistinctly: "Grandpa...... Grandma ......"

Nie Wushuang burst into tears, and he frantically sent his aura into Qin Yu's body.

Qin Yu is not a monk, how can he resist the sword qi of the Jiedan monk?

The abdomen was pierced, and blood gushed from the wound.

Nie Wushuang held Qin Yu's left hand in his arms and kept mobilizing his aura to mend her injuries, and at the same time pressed his right hand on the corner of Qin Yu's mouth to prevent blood from gushing out.

Qin Yu's mouth slowly opened wide, and his mouth seemed to be still shouting: Little brother.

As her mouth opened wider and wider, her face covered in blood suddenly tilted her head, her eyes rolled white, and she lost her young life.

Nie Wushuang hugged Qin Yu, tears rippling.

He put Qin Yu down and stood up, his eyes wide open.

In Qin Yu's small hand, he was holding the medium-grade spirit stone tightly, and it was still emitting a faint light, like a little star in the distance......

"Wow!"

Nie Wushuang spurted out a mouthful of blood.

It was as if all his strength had been drained.

With a bang, her knees fell limp, kneeling in a pool of blood, kneeling in front of Qin Yu, Nie Wushuang looked at her thin body, still bleeding from the wound, and muttered: "Xiaoyu, grandma is still at home, grandma is at home, wait for you to go back to see her." ”

Xiong Yihu crawled over from the side, looking at Qin Yu covered in blood, his eyes were glazed, and his mouth was muttering: "Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu......"

Nie Wushuang was awakened by Xiong Yihu's voice, he got up suddenly, wiped his tears and the blood from the corners of his mouth, and looked around:

The wreckage was everywhere, the sky was full of blood and mist, like the sky crying, and like the earth wailing, whirring, screaming, roaring.

Thousands of mortals who fled with him out of the city, and at this time, life was long gone.

Heaven and earth, life and death are separated.

Squatting down slowly, Nie Wushuang's hand slowly touched Qin Yu's little face and said, "Xiaoyu, little brother can't even save you......"

The few people closest to Nie Wushuang, except for Lu Ke, who was originally in a coma because he was a monk, only Xiong Yihu was left lying beside Qin Yu and kept chattering.

Nie Wushuang looked up, countless mortal souls had long been floating in the wind, and they didn't know where they were going.

At this time, Nie Wushuang felt remorse for not mastering the ghost clan exercises, ordinary people, the soul of the body is separated, and it will immediately be invaded by the ghost clan evil qi between heaven and earth, and within three days, if there is a chance to obtain the ghost cultivation method, he can be converted to the ghost clan ghost cultivation.

This is the main source of ghost cultivation of the ghost clan, and it is also the way of reproduction of the ghost clan in the Yunmeng Continent.

It's something that no other race can touch. However, if there is a ghost clan exercise, it can help mortals to condense their souls within three days, and then find a way to recast their bodies, and then they can resurrect people;

It's a pity that Nie Wushuang has neither the ghost clan exercises nor the way to reforge the body, so he can only let everything go with the wind.

After a long while, Nie Wushuang slowly got up with an expressionless face and said to Xiong Yihu, "I'll send you and Lu Ke out of the city." ”

At this time, Lu Ke fainted to the side, with tears all over his body, dripping with blood.

As soon as Nie Wushuang's words fell, a fierce murderous aura rolled in, and Nie Wushuang pounced violently, knocking Xiong Yihu to the ground.

And the unconscious body of Lu Ke beside him was torn open with a few more bloody wounds.

Nie Wushuang didn't have time to defend against the fierce murderous aura just now, the Cloud Eagle Soul Snatcher shirt on his body that Ling Dufeng gave him at the beginning, he couldn't remember how many attacks he had resisted for him;

Tumbling and crawling up from the ground, he was covered in blood scattered in the sky, and at this moment, Nie Wushuang seemed to have just crawled out of the hell blood pool, covered in bright red and full of anger.

He held the nine-eared flame knife in his hand, slowly turned around, looked at the people and demons who were still fighting, and looked at the countless qi intertwined in the air, there was no sadness or joy in his heart, just staring at the air with blood-red eyes, tears like lines.

Just watched, watched......

Watch the mortals around you die one by one, watch the demons and humans fight frantically, and watch a city turn into ruins.

And Nie Wushuang couldn't do anything.

He once thought that he had become a monk just to make his life better.

From the beginning of stepping into the Yunmeng Sect, he began to keep counting the lives of each month, with the Three Lives Recipe and the Chaos Eye, after becoming a miscellaneous servant in the inner hall, Nie Wushuang met Bu Yanyun, and slowly, he fell in love with the lovely senior sister who would never look down on him, countless times, he fantasized about being with his senior sister in this life, counting spirit stones, and living a life.

It all started with alchemy, and it changed.

This world seems to be no longer the world he is in, Nie Wushuang, who once served tea and water in the Cedar Hall, has become a person who can sit on an equal footing with the hall master, and Nie Wushuang who intrigues with the sect master, the door master, and the landlord and calculates each other, he has become more meaningful and valuable.

However, all of this, as the blood mist in front of him drifted away, the flesh foam flew sideways, making Nie Wushuang's heart completely cold.

Demon Clan! In the past, Nie Wushuang had only heard that between the demon clan and the human race, the hatred was as deep as the sea, but now? Now Nie Wushuang has finally seen with his own eyes, what is the hatred as deep as the sea.

The human race, whether it is the Yuanying Realm or the Jiedan Realm, in Nie Wushuang's current opinion, is actually just a selfish villain.

When he was a miscellaneous servant of the sect, he was sick, and someone gave him medicine to cure him, when he was thirsty, someone brought him a bowl of water, and when he was tired, someone rushed to help him with his work.

And now, what else is there but endless fighting and killing?