Xiang'an thought about all the people of the Sand Clan until he died, and this kind of righteousness is extremely difficult for other elders to match. But Xiang'an gave up thousands of people, and he couldn't let go of these people who had lost themselves.

Xiang An's words before his death not only touched Xiang Dun and Xiang greatly, but also deeply stirred the emotional nerves of the Sand people who were almost numb by various dangers.

Although they wanted to stay away from Xiang'an before, they were afraid that Xiang'an's ferocity would hurt them and let them inadvertently kill Huangquan.

But they never thought that Xiang'an would leave suddenly, and they couldn't think that Xiang'an's departure at this time would cause much turmoil among the Sand Clan in the future.

It's just that after seeing Xiang'an's departure, those gratitude that was suppressed by private thoughts lingered in the sea of consciousness of the clansmen with the pictures that Xiang'an had done for the clan.

Suddenly, in this terrifying place where thunder and lightning flashed and slashed mercilessly in all directions, countless mourning and weeping converged, as if this place where life rarely existed for thousands of years turned into a special funeral scene.

In this sorrow, Xiang also remorsefully covered his hand over Xiang An's eyes. The palm of his hand passed the remaining temperature of Xiang An, so that Xiang still wished that the person who was stabbed by the sword at this time was himself.

It's a pity that the road we have sat on in the past has never been changed "if".

From the moment he drew his sword and rushed out, whether he stabbed Xiang Anyi or Xiang Dun, his long sword was destined to be stained with blood.

Slowly closing Xiang An's eyes, Xiang took a few breaths, and then said in great pain: "Elder An, although you are from a civilian background, your tolerance for all the people of the Sand Clan is something that we and the descendants of the previous generation of elders who have been constantly instilled with the concept of protecting the people of the Sand Clan are ashamed of us. You can go in peace, the Sand Clan will still have us in the future. ”

Xiang also watched Xiang An's body gradually turn into gravel, and his regret was like dust in the sky, so much that it almost blocked his breathing. It's just that after Xiang'an's death, there is no room for recovery. All he has is his wish to go to Xiang'an. Take good care of the Sand tribe.

After thinking about it, he looked at Xiangdun, as if he was hesitating and thinking deeply, but it was only after a long time that he wriggled his lips and had something to say.

At this time, someone snatched the words from his mouth, and a weak child came from the Sha tribe, full of helplessness and desolation: "Father, save ...... Help me......"

Earlier, Jiang Xiang was also subdued by the Sand people, and Xiang Ruo really didn't want to pay attention to Xiang and half a point. It was only through the civil strife of the Sand Clan again and again that he was able to have the opportunity to inject a hallucinogenic mist into Xiang Huan's body when everyone's attention was diverted, and then he put his sinister intentions on Xiang Huan again.

Hearing the sad child's voice, Xiangdun's eyes were murderous in an instant.

Xiang also killed himself repeatedly, but it had nothing to do with the Xiang Ruo who came out of nowhere.

Now that Xiang Ruo appeared at the time of Xiang An's death, the question in Xiang Huan's heart deepened a little.

He lay down with his long sword, almost turning into a wind and running in the direction of Xiangruo.

Xiang was also deceived and plotted to kill himself, although he hated Xiang and couldn't tell the truth from the false, but he never hated it.

After Xiang'an's death, he wanted to find out the person who fooled Xiang'an behind his back, so that he could explain Xiang'an's death.

"Stop!" At the moment when Xiang Dun made a move, Xiang also reacted very quickly, and jumped in front of Xiang Dun.

A few sword lights swirled between the two, making the already sad environment more tense.

"Didn't the two elders forget Elder An's wish before he died?" The Sand Clan didn't know who it was, and suddenly asked, so that the tense Xiang and the sword in Xiang Dun's hand were slightly separated.

Xiang'an's death caused ripples in their hearts. They don't want the Sand people to be good, but in the matter of Xiangruo, the differences between the two have reached the edge of incompatibility.

After stopping, Xiang also walked through the crowd almost instantly, and walked quickly to the dying Xiangruo.

Because the original injury was extremely serious, Xiangruo, who was lying on the ground at the moment, looked extremely miserable. It was originally an emaciated body, but at this time it was more like a broken dead leaf, which could be blown to ashes by the wind at any time.

"How do you feel now?" asked Xiang as he nervously picked up Xiang who had fallen to the ground.

Stimulated by the smoke, Xiang Huan couldn't tell whether Xiang Ruo in front of him was really his own son. I only felt that there was an infinite indebtedness in my heart, which made him want to take good care of the child in his arms who seemed to be about to die at any time.

"Father, I feel a panic in my chest, and I'm afraid I won't be able to stay by your side anymore. Xiang Ruo clutched his chest in pain.

"No, being a father will never leave you in trouble. Healer, where is Healer?" Xiang looked at the person in his arms in pain, and his eyes looked for the healer's whereabouts in the crowd in panic.

However, Xiang waited for a long time, but no healer appeared among the Sand people.

The eyes of the clansmen searched through the crowd, they were fortunate to survive under the sword made of the hair of Gu Feng's divine soul earlier, but they also witnessed countless people of the same clan die in front of them.

In a panic, they didn't even have time to see who was dying next to them, they only felt that they were dodging in countless pools of blood, so close to death.

Now, when Xiang Huan mentioned it, they found out that those doctors in the clan had already returned to Jiuquan. In the future, if any of the people in the clan are sick or wounded, I am afraid that there will be no more ability to heal them.

Thinking of all this, the eyes of the Sand people in search of the healer became more urgent.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are the normal state of human beings, but the healing man's skillful hand rejuvenation, in a few prescriptions, may save the lives of those who cannot save themselves with their own resistance. Without doctors, the Sand people are like small fish that can't withstand the wind and waves, and under the attack of the waves of injury and illness, they can only sit on the ground and wait for death.

They don't want to see Xiang Ruo die at a young age, and they don't want to be tortured by possible illnesses in the future for themselves and their family members, because there is no doctor to save them, and they will have a tragic end at any time.

But no matter how much everyone searched, they could no longer find any trace of the healer.

In the past, there were not many healers in the Sand Clan's city, but they were not very few. They are scattered all over the city, healing the wounds of the clansmen, and because they are concentrating on medical skills, they have abandoned the cultivation of martial arts, and the realm of the Demon Dao is weaker than that of ordinary Sand people.

In the successive calamities, these powerless healers naturally did not have much ability to resist the danger due to their own weak strength, and they died faster than others.

Healers heal people, but it is difficult for them to heal themselves, and when they die, they are unknown. It wasn't until their bodies returned to their gravel form that they were remembered by the living people.

Outside the panicked crowd, Tang Yuan indifferently returned to his usual soft and glutinous appearance, quietly guarding in front of Shen Moli, coldly watching everything that happened in the Sand Clan, and couldn't help muttering: "Waste!"