Chapter 225 came out after a long time

"Su Xuechi!" Yun Luo'er shouted worriedly, only to see Jue Yan flash in front of Su Xuechi like a ghost.

"Yama Rakshasa!"

With a "whoosh", Su Xuechi turned into an afterimage, Jue Yan's attack failed, and he turned back instantly.

I saw that Su Xuechi dodged Jue Yan's attack at an almost teleportation speed!

"What a slippery boy, but if you want to run away with speed, you look down on me too much!" Jue Yan sneered.

Jue Yan's explosive speed directly confronted Su Xuechi!

Su Xuechi's face was pale, Jue Yan's strength was too strong, it was really difficult to resist!

Just when Su Xuechi wanted to borrow the power of the Mixed Yuan Ancient Dragon to resolve the crisis, suddenly, Na Jueyan's attack all dissipated in the air, and the whole person also felt the powerful coercion and fled instantly!

Su Xuechi was stunned, this situation must have been caused by external forces, but he could be sure that it was not the old man nor the Mixed Yuan Ancient Dragon, and the Qingcang Pavilion Lord was also controlled by the demon god's possession, who was it that saved him?

Su Xuechi looked around, including Jue Yan, looking for someone to help secretly, but after a long time, no one appeared!

Jue Yan gritted his teeth, now the powerhouses of the alliance have almost been wiped out, although the Bonan Academy has also suffered huge losses, but the price they have paid is also irreparable!

Jue Yan shot at Su Xuechi again, and this time, again, was dissolved by an inexplicable force.

"Who is it?" shouted Jue Yan.

The energy of desolation like water came like a wave. There was a roar of the sky and the earth cracking, splashing snow-white foam, and the tide was several feet high, and it rushed in. The tide of thunder swept like thousands of horses across the ground, rushing downstream in shouts and neighing. The frenzied tide beats the stones, and the ten-mile coast is ringing at the same time, sonorous and rhythmic.

"This farce, let's disperse as soon as possible!"

An old voice resounded throughout the Bonan Cabinet, and in his words, he revealed the vicissitudes of life through the endless years, and he seemed a little helpless.

"It's the dean, it's the dean!" Suddenly, an elder heard the old man's voice and said excitedly.

"Dean, Dean, we are saved, Bonan Academy is saved!" everyone cheered, what exciting news this was!

The energy center that came like a flood slowly appeared a skinny old man. The old man loved the vicissitudes of life, and the black hair of his youth had fallen like the first snow in the harsh winter, like the first frost of autumn. The roots of silver hair, half-covered and half-hidden, looming. The wrinkles on his face are like twists and turns of the past.

A weather-beaten face, two deep-set eyes, deep and bright, looking very divine, and hair very neat. What flows in the ravine is the long river of years, the afterglow of the sunset on the yellowed skin, how many glorious years he has witnessed, how many years like water!

Su Xuechi's eyes widened, and she shouted in her heart, "Lan Lao?"

However, how could Su Xuechi shout, how could he recognize him, he was actually the housekeeper who was in charge of his own living and cultivation when Su Xuechi was in the Su family!

After the Su family was destroyed, it was Lan Laojiu who did everything to save himself from the dead. After that, he gave himself to the Feng family, and when Su Xuechi woke up, Lan Lao had already disappeared!

After the Feng family was destroyed, Feng Xing asked him to take refuge in Bonan Academy, saying that his life experience, the dean of Bonan Academy knew that this dean turned out to be Lan Lao!

Although Lan Lao is not a member of the Feng family, he is an elder of Tu Su Pavilion, he is strong, he is willing to be a housekeeper, and he spent a childhood with him!

Su Xuechi's nose is sour, after so many years, she finally sees the old reliance!

Lan Lao didn't recognize Su Xuechi, but he had resisted two Jue Yan's attacks for Su Xuechi before, so he must have known Su Xuechi's existence, but he couldn't reveal Su Xuechi's identity.

"Dean Lan Chi?" said the people from the Academy Alliance in surprise.

"Today, in the Bonan Academy, if you are not from my Bonan Academy, I will give you a stick of incense, if you haven't evacuated yet, you will be buried for the dead in the Bonan Academy!" Dean Lan Chi said lightly.

Everyone froze for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, they fled towards the exit of Bonan Academy.

"Run away, Dean Bonan is here, if you don't leave, you'll die!"

The coalition army broke and fled, and the original team of hundreds or thousands of people now only had twenty or thirty people running for their lives.

The elders of the Bonan Academy, everyone's eyes were moist, the home they relied on for survival was almost destroyed in their hands, and it would always hurt to look at the devastated Bonan Cabinet now.

Looking at the fleeing intruders, they want to pounce on them and eat their flesh raw!

However, the dean has his own painstaking intentions, and they can't help it! They vaguely seem to understand the dean's painstaking efforts.

Shen Chang is still fighting with the Lord of Qingcang Pavilion, he is possessed by the demon god, this body is no longer under his control, although now that Dean Lan Chi has returned, he still has not retreated.

"The Demon God is coming?" Dean Lan Chi said in surprise, he didn't expect that in this battle, someone would actually cast a forbidden spell.

"Hey, no, I remember this forbidden technique, but it's a candle flame stunt, isn't it?" Dean Lan Chi was shocked by the demon god on the body of the underworld.

"Candle flames, where are candle flames?" Dean Lan Chi looked around, looking for the figure of the candle flame, but he never saw it.

"Dean, you can be regarded as coming back, this time, the Bonan Academy has suffered extremely heavy losses, and there are more than 400 elders and mentors in the outer courtyard and cabinet, and now there are less than 100 people left, even Xiang Tian and Candle Flame are all killed!" Elder Ram said sadly to Dean Lan Chi.

Dean Lan Chi's body trembled, and he almost didn't stand firm, this blow is unbearable!

"Candle flame, to the sky! I'm sorry for you!" the dean clenched his fists and blamed himself.

"What about the students, what about the students of the Bonan Academy?" Dean Lan Chi asked anxiously.

"The students of the outer courtyard and the outer cabinet have been temporarily placed in the alien dimensional enchantment, the cabinet cadets have participated in the battle, and now, the cadets are also killed and wounded countless times, plus some of the students are not aware of what is happening in the outside world in the alien realm, I don't know how many students are left now, but about fifty students have died!" said the ram elder angrily.

Dean Lan Chi was grief-stricken, fifty, the cabinet itself had few students, fifty were killed, he was sorry for these fifty people, sorry for their family!

Dean Lan Chi's eyes swept over the messy academy and the ground densely packed with corpses, as if all this had been experienced.

Yes, Lan Chi has experienced it, when the Burning Sect slaughtered the Su family, wasn't it also full of corpses?

Lan Chi looked at Su Xuechi, speechless, unable to recognize each other, because everyone knew that the Su family had been destroyed, and no one in the Su family should live in this world!

"Ahh

Lan Chi shouted, and punched at the mortal force, only to hear the sound of "boom", and the strength of the fist shook the mortal to pieces!

The intruders, the dead died, and those who fled fled, but the price was paid by everyone!

In the evening, looking from afar, it was impossible to tell whether it was the sunset or the blood staining the earth...... The soil had long since turned reddish-brown, blood could not coagulate, the haze above could not be dispersed, and the occasional broken branch hung with long-unrecognizable limb parts. The sounds of fighting and shouting that filled the area not long ago disappeared, but the silence at this time seemed extremely hideous. Everything is gone, everything!

It is vast, the flat sand is boundless, and there is no one to be seen. The river lingers, and the mountains are disputed. Gloomy and miserable, sad and sad. The grass is dry, and the frost is like a morning. Birds can't fly, and beasts die in groups.

Fighting, boneless sand. The birds are silent, the mountains are lonely, and the night is long and windy. The soul is knotted and the sky is heavy, and the ghosts and gods gather to gather the clouds. The daylight is cold and the grass is short, and the moonlight is bitter and frosty. Sad and miserable, yes!

Ruins are not a tragic history of a nation, a history of blood and tears.

The wheels of history roll forward with time, overlapping joys and sorrows, tears and tears, and generations reincarnating, but no matter how emotional the interpretation and how dazzling the light is, it will eventually withdraw from the stage of history, and the gorgeous curtain call is not a curtain call, and the end is not a tragedy.

Comedy is to destroy worthless things for people to see, and the so-called tragedy is to tear valuable things apart for people to see.

War is like the face of the desert, it changes when it is said!