To save the people, I come.

Yuhua's eyes are filled with hundreds of millions of silver stars, as if hiding a touch of eternal moonlight, forever believed and cherished.

Crimson blood flowed on the formation.

The face is getting paler and paler.

He didn't notice.

The formation was slowly blocked.

It's just that the vitality of the people is still passing rapidly.

I can't detect it at all.

This has emerged hope.

The supplication, the hollow, the hopeless, the resentful.

A pair of eyes stared at Yuhua.

Another pair of eyes closed forever.

A man convulsed painfully on the ground.

The body twisted on the ground full of formations.

Gray hair, tattered clothes, and yellow, loose skin rubbed a little blood on the ground.

His face was also stained with blood.

"Immortals, save my ......"

His voice grew weaker and weaker.

More and more hopeless.

Always looking at Yuhua's back.

As if he were the savior.

Driftwood in the waves.

The scene in front of me became more and more blurred.

Little by little, hope is annihilated.

The smell of blood lingers on the tip of the nose.

He sent God with demons.

Licked a mouthful of blood from the ground.

I was shocked, and my eyes were clear.

He did it in a daze, looking at his hands, which had become yellow and thin, and suddenly became a little younger.

It's like a hallucination.

He touched his hand in disbelief.

Speculation that shouldn't have been.

Skimming through my mind.

Hope emerges from the abyss's struggle.

Ignoring the hope of humanity.

Like a wolf and a dog, he crawled on the ground, greedily and hopefully licking the blood from the ground, and swept the gravel and dust into his mouth.

The gray-haired man is suddenly rejuvenated.

He looked up to the sky and laughed wildly for the rest of his life, his eyes swelling with distorted gratitude, and then knelt behind Yuhua.

"You're an immortal!"

"You are really an immortal who saves the suffering!"

"Thank you for saving your life!"

"Thank you, immortals!"

The flesh and blood of immortal cultivators contain pure spiritual power.

Ordinary people absorb it, and it will indeed come to life.

It's just, it's just-

Returning to the light will not help.

When the others saw this scene, they didn't know whether they didn't know it, or they didn't have time to care about the truth, they just wanted to live.

Hope to be alive.

Right in front of you.

The one who returns to the light kowtows to the ground.

The people around them fell silent.

looked at him in silence.

Then he looked at Yuhua in silence.

There is a struggle in the eyes.

Humanity rolls in a pan of oil.

Yuhua didn't seem to notice it at all, still concentrating on solving the formation, blood flowing from the palm of his hand, and his expression was neither sad nor joyful.

Finally.

Someone secretly reached out.

A little blood on his finger.

Send it to your mouth.

Look at trembling hands.

Age spots fade and whiteness and vitality are restored.

He seemed to be alive.

So he laughed too.

Kneel and bow in thanks.

"Thank you, immortals!"

"Thank you, immortals!"

"Thank you, immortals!"

……

More and more people are doing such things, from struggling to resist at the beginning, to rushing to fight for it later.

The man who was originally standing.

Now it's like a licking dog.

There are too many people.

Where is that little bit of blood on the ground?

A pair of miserable and longing eyes.

looked straight at Yuhua.

Dense crowds of people surrounded Yuhua circle after circle, looking innocent, ordinary and insignificant.

"Immortals, you said it, you will save our ......"

"Please, Immortal, save us......"

"Immortals, you are willing to save us, right, you are an immortal, and it is your duty to help the poor......

"Would You Be Willing to Save Our ......"

Yuhua was still concentrating on solving the formation, ignoring their words, like starlight silver eyes, reflecting the color of blood.

Silence, wordlessness.

Ordinary people like ants.

Getting closer to Yuhua little by little.

His sword, which had been placed on the ground, seemed to sense the danger of his master, and trembled on the ground, trying to attract his master's attention.

Pick it up, talisman.

Yuhua still ignored it.

Suddenly, there was a pain in his arm, because Yuhua, who had almost exhausted his spiritual power when he dissolved the formation, didn't even have the power to protect his body.

A dignified Mahayana realm cultivator.

was injured by a rusty kitchen knife from an ordinary person.

Yuhua turned back slowly.

I saw the blood-stained and rusty blades.

One holds it in his hand.

Licking the blood from the blade frantically.

Others rushed up.

The gaze of the person who hurt Yuhua.

accidentally touched Yuhua's eyes.

In the clear snow, there was a faint glint of blood.

The man was stunned.

"Immortals?"

Yuhua withdrew the hand that was pressing on the eye of the formation.

Blood no longer flows.

The wound heals instantly.

He slowly rose from the ground.

Condescendingly looking at the ground.

Creeping beings.

"I'm not an immortal."

Yuhua's lips slowly curved.

The voice is clearer and calmer.

The people looked at him with anxiety and madness.

Retorted impatiently.

"No, you are!"

"You're an immortal! It's an immortal sent by Heaven to save us! You also said you were an immortal! will save us! ”

"You're going to save us!"

Those who are saved, they are immortals.

If you can't save it, you're a liar.

Yuhua's saber shook even more violently.

Fragile and insignificant, ordinary people armed with wooden sticks, sharp stones, and blunt knives, pleading and cruelly looking at the immortals in their mouths.

Yuhua looked at the beings running towards him.

The expression is flat, no sadness and no joy.

In the silver glow in his eyes, there seemed to be blood glittering.

A pool of clear water was dyed red.

"Immortals and demons have a thought."

He opened his lips slightly, with a faint smile.

Feel free to raise your hand and wear your clothes lightly.

The sword fell joyfully into his hand.

"Your Excellency."

"Save the people, I'll ......"

He was dressed in white like snow.

The legacy of the immortals.

Long sword condenses frost and snow.

Turbulent forces are raging.

The eyebrows and eyes are as cold as the moon.

The voice is faint.

"The Abyss Fallen Demon, I'm also here!"

The sound of the long sword breaking through the air, with the overwhelming roar of ice and snow, swept towards all beings, more swift and ruthless than the ancient evil array.

The sword qi swept through thousands of armies.

Everywhere he went, the lives were devastated, and the wails were everywhere.

He guards the people and the sword.

Finally stained with the blood of ordinary people.

And he is as long as jade, and his white clothes are all over the world.

It still doesn't look dusty.

Except for the clear silver eyes, a little crimson.

Remove the wailing of all beings.

He's still the same.

Moisten all things, and Ze is born by the common people——

Yuhua Xianjun.

The moment I fell asleep.

This is what I saw.

Yuhua, I'm enchanted.

His silver eyes were bloody.

There are moire flowing on the garment.

He smiled at her.

Spring breeze turns snow.

"Your Excellency, you're here."

She was silent for a moment, her eyebrows and eyes gradually condensed, her tone was firm, but the blank memory gave her unspeakable confusion.

"Ji Hua, what are you doing?"

She didn't see much in his eyes, the sorrow of being betrayed by the common people and falling into demons, but more of the paranoia in peace.

She just didn't understand.

I always feel like he's doing something step by step......

Task? Obsession?

Ji Hua just smiled softly at her.

Quietly, without saying a word.

Hide the stubbornness in your eyes.

He threw down his sword and walked slowly in front of her, the hem of his clothes fluttering lightly, with the clarity and softness of spring breeze and snow.

The silver eyes reflected her face.

Ji Zhuo's heart trembled inexplicably.

Look into his eyes.

There seemed to be a myriad of images flying in front of you.

She didn't have time to catch it yet.

I only listened to him, and his voice was soft.

The tone was like her coaxing appearance.

"My lord, I didn't do anything, I didn't want to do anything, I just wanted to ......"

"I want to be done by you."

He had a light-hearted smile on his lips.

But in his eyes.

But suppressed—

Pain to the bone.