The official residences of the capital are all gathered near the imperial city, and the mansion of the general Han Anping is the closest to the noon gate.

This point, even He Jianbai, who is a supreme minister, can't compare.

Because the Great General is not only the head of the military attachés, but also a real high-level Qi Refiner.

The black-clothed men who were slaughtering in the Han Mansion did not notice the terrifying blood mist attacking behind them, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger.

They also only think that there are too many dead people, which is a normal phenomenon.

The old man who led the team was agile and had the sharpest spiritual sense among the group.

When the blood mist spread into the Han Mansion, he immediately felt that something was wrong, but when he turned to look, the blood mist was only three zhang away from him.

The ghost claws derived from it had already opened, and they were grabbing at the old man's head with an unstoppable momentum, and the fierce wind instantly cut through the old man's scalp.

A wisp of crimson blood ran down his forehead, as if stimulated by blood, and the speed of the ghost claws increased suddenly, and there was even a howl from it.

At this moment, the old man's cultivation of the fifth layer of qi refining was fully unfolded, and his body folded backwards in a very strange arc, which was able to avoid the ghost claws that broke through the air.

Immediately after, the steel knife in his hand came out of his hand and struck towards the blood mist, and with this inertia, the old man's body slid backwards, and the distance between it and the blood mist was instantly opened up by dozens of zhang.

But those black-clothed men who were killing didn't have this ability, and the ghost claws flew in the blood mist, like the chains of hellish ghosts.

In an instant, only the old man in black was left in the entire Han Mansion, and he looked at the blood mist in front of him with a frightened and inexplicable look on his face.

After a moment of distraction, the old man hurriedly flew up, stepping on the courtyard wall and fleeing quickly.

The blood mist not only devoured the living, but even the corpses that fell in pools of blood were devoured one by one.

And as more and more flesh was devoured, its scope became larger and larger, from the original shrouded imperial city to now shrouded most of the official residence.

If it continues to develop at this rate, by the time dawn comes, I am afraid that the entire people of the capital will be buried in the blood mist.

The blood clouds dissipated, the blood rain stopped, but a new crisis was born.

At the cost of burning his own heroic righteousness and gentlemanly luck, Li Yuanxi lifted the detonator in Zhou Yiping's hand and sealed the culprit.

Unexpectedly, the two drops of Blood Demon True Blood in his body actually gave birth to an independent spiritual intelligence, and the lives of millions of living beings became precarious again.

However, although this blood mist was terrifying, compared to the blood rain covering the capital for three hundred miles, everyone at least had a chance to escape.

But many times the desperate situation is often caused by man-made, as the so-called endless road, but people can consciously live a way.

Just like the millions of creatures in the city at this time, the adults of the upper class are busy reinforcing the courtyard wall, and making a wish to the guardian family under their hands as if they were painting a big pie.

The middle-class landlords were hiding in the cellars where the grain was stored and shivering, and all the people on the ground were poisoned by the thieves, and there was no chance of escape.

The lower-class people want to escape, but the four gates of the capital, the soldiers who will wait for the rabbit to slaughter, how can they only be the soldiers of the East Gate?

A great chaos lasted for a day, not counting the more than 10,000 people who were wiped out by Zhou Yiping's grasp, and the number of people who were slaughtered and trampled by thieves alone was no less than 100,000.

This number is growing all the time, and only a handful of people have escaped.

Although the soldiers at the East Gate are dead, someone will soon pick up the weapons and armor they left behind and turn into the new "Gatekeepers".

Wang Zixuan swung out a palm, and instantly slapped a man who was wielding a butcher's knife into a pulp.

The old man who had narrowly escaped had already sat down on the ground in fright, and he hadn't even realized that he had been saved.

His chest rose and fell violently, his mouth was panting, and white foam was constantly gushing out, which showed that he had really scared the old man a lot just now.

Wang Zixuan gasped and breathed heavily, and the corners of his forehead also began

There were beads of sweat dripping, and a piece of clothing was already in tatters.

This is not caused by injury, looking at the current capital, except for the imperial city where the situation is unknown, who can still hurt a martial artist of the Three Realms?

The city was in full flames, and the smoke and fire alone were enough to destroy ordinary clothes.

What's more, Wang Zixuan led the people to rescue the people who were humiliated by the rebels, although those thieves couldn't get into him during the period, they would inevitably bump and bump between them, so they ended up so embarrassed.

Hundreds of Tiangang Ancestral Hall disciples were already so tired that they couldn't breathe, and it was no wonder that even the martial artists of the Three Realms began to show physical exhaustion, not to mention their Jianghu style.

Wang Zixuan glanced at the disciples sitting on the ground below, looked around the surrounding environment, and couldn't help but sigh.

The strength of hundreds of people is really a drop in the bucket in the huge capital.

They saved a lot of people in one day, not to mention tens of thousands.

However, the entire capital is in chaos, and these tens of thousands of people are indeed too small compared to millions of living beings.

Wang Zixuan pondered for a moment, his fists clenched and clenched, but he finally let go.

He said to the disciples in a dejected manner, "Withdraw, withdraw!"

Wang Zixuan's voice was very low, and anyone could hear the helplessness and unwillingness mixed in it.

But this is the truth, under such a general overturn, the power of individuals or small groups is not enough to change anything.

The disciples of Tiangang Temple stood up with their arms, and saluted Wang Zixuan with their fists in unison, and then evacuated in an orderly manner in the direction of the nearest city gate.

Wang Zixuan shook his head, stood in place and adjusted his breath slightly, and then flew up and swept towards the city, he also had to inform Sun Changwu and Hu Xiuxian, and let them lead the men to retreat.

The more he walked into the city, the more he felt that something was wrong, and not long after walking, when he came to the outskirts of the mansion, he saw two figures speeding towards the outside.

Wang Zixuan looked at it fixedly, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it turned out that it was the two people he was looking for.

But soon he noticed that something was wrong, Sun Changwu and Hu Xiuxian's faces were very ugly, and even mixed with a strong sense of fear, as if there was some terrifying monster behind them.

The two also saw Wang Zixuan at this time, and Sun Changwu hurriedly shouted, "Brother Wang! Hurry up, there's a ...... behind."

Before the words fell, Wang Zixuan's mouth suddenly opened, and he stretched out his hand to the back of Hu Xiuxian and shouted, "Be careful......

Hu Xiuxian's expression changed greatly, and the fierce wind behind him was already blowing on his back, which showed how close that monster was to him at this time!

Sun Changwu, who was beside him, didn't look back and just punched away, and Hu Xiuxian also hurriedly pushed it out with a palm.

But it was already too late, a layer of flesh and blood had condensed on the surface of the ghost claw, and the fists of the two martial artists only crushed that layer of flesh and blood, and the ghost claw revealed the white bones of the forest and grasped Hu Xiuxian's fist.

Hu Xiuxian let out a miserable scream, and the right arm that he swung out instantly withered, even the white bones turned into ashes, and a drop of demonic blood spread along his severed arm to Hu Xiuxian's body.

Suddenly, an invisible fist struck through the air, instantly knocking that drop of demonic blood away, and cold sweat broke out on Hu Xiuxian's forehead, not only because of the pain in his arm, but also because of the moment of life and death just now.

Wang Zixuan didn't dare to stop for the slightest moment after blasting out a sky-breaking fist, and flew to the rear, but he didn't forget to ask, "Brother Sun, what is this?" How can it be so powerful?"

Sun Changwu shook his head and said, "I don't know! Just now, when I was rescuing people with Deputy Master Hu, this thing suddenly appeared and swallowed up all the brothers and the people and thieves in the blink of an eye, and there was not even a corpse left."

Wang Zixuan's heart jumped, and the hundreds of disciples of Tiangang Temple seemed to have died on the spot.

At this time, his heart felt as uncomfortable as dripping blood, these disciples are the backbone of the sect, this time they lost two-thirds, and the Tiangang Temple was really injured.

Hu Xiuxian forcibly endured the sharp pain coming from his arm and said, "Sect Master, this blood mist is so terrifying that the people under him don't have time to react at all, don't talk about them, even me and Brother Sun

I almost caught my way, you see ...... just now."

Wang Zixuan waved his hand and said, "I don't blame you for this matter, you don't need to blame yourself, you can keep one by one!"

As the three of them spoke, there was a sizzling sound in the blood mist behind them, which were corpses and living people left behind on the ground devouring the ground.

The horror in Wang Zixuan's eyes became even stronger, and he lost his voice and said, "This, is this ghost going to kill the entire capital?"

Sun Changwu's face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "It seems to have spread out from the palace, and the battle inside seems to have come to an end, we, I ......."

Wang Zixuan's eyes flashed, and he hurriedly asked, "What's going on?" Grandpa, are they okay?"

Sun Changwu shook his head, Wang Zixuan's heart sank, could it be that his grandfather had fallen? Just as he was about to ask.

Sun Changwu said, "I don't know the situation of the old man, but since this blood mist can spread, can it also explain some problems, I'm afraid we ......

He didn't finish his words, but the two people present understood what he meant.

If the high-level is defeated, then the strength of these people is no different from ants in front of opponents of that level.

Wang Zixuan gritted his teeth and said to the two: "I can't care about it so much now, escape from the city as soon as possible, the sky is falling, there will naturally be a high roof, this time the capital is in turmoil, our Tiangang Temple can be regarded as doing our best."

Sun Changwu and the others nodded yes, and the three figures disappeared into the night.

On top of Qingfeng, Caiyun carefully wiped the blood stains on his body for Yang Qinghua, who was still in a coma.

The fair-skinned plain hand gently brushed Yang Qinghua's body, and a low muffled snort sounded from time to time, which showed that Yang Qinghua had suffered many injuries.

Whenever a muffled snort sounded, Caiyun's heart felt as if it had been pinched so much, but she didn't dare to show half of her emotions.

Because at the top of the Qingfeng Cliff, a white-robed figure was looking into the wind, and Yang Mingxuan, who was slightly illusory, looked at the fire-filled capital, as well as the blood mist that was gradually raging.

As the wind drifted by, a whisper was heard: "Fool, reading is really wrong!"