Chen Ping walked out of the ruins of the mansion, only to find that the outside had long since become a reality, and the pleasant environment that had been in full bloom in spring was gone.

There was a mess everywhere.

As soon as Chen Ping walked out of the courtyard, he saw the monk who died violently on the road, and further on, he saw the magic sword that fell to the ground, and he didn't know whose it was.

He thought for a moment and put the magic sword away.

After walking a little further, I picked up another money bag, and then another magic weapon...

Before danger came, not everyone could deal with it as calmly as Chen Ping.

Panic and escape are inevitable.

As for the belongings that fell, were they dropped by the monk during his escape? Or did they fall and their bodies turned to powder? Chen Ping is unknown.

Further on, the picture is already miserable.

Everywhere there were monks who had died violently, some even with only severed limbs. Fallen trees and houses can be seen everywhere. The living monks wept in mourning.

Yuan Ying or higher cultivators are like swords, and under the cold sword qi flying around, how many Qi cultivation period monks can survive by luck?

Chen Ping's sword rose into the air, and the situation in the middle city and the outer city was even more miserable, and the corpses were all over the field.

That's right, too.

In terms of his cultivation and defensive power, he was only able to resist the strong qi that swept through everything. Not to mention those Qi cultivation period cultivators.

There is no way for mortals to live.

The entire city in the clouds was almost razed to the ground.

"Cloudsdale is gone."

Chen Ping regretted it.

He raised his eyes and looked around, and saw a lonely Yun Haitang in the direction of Yunfu.

So Edgeworth flew over.

"Yun Daoyou, how is Yun Fu?" Chen Ping glanced at the Cloud Mansion, which had also collapsed.

Yun Haitang turned her head slowly, but as soon as she turned her head, her body shook and she almost fell.

Chen Ping's eyes were quick, and he held her waist with one hand:

"Yun Daoyou, are you alright?"

After she stood firm, Chen Ping quickly withdrew the big hand that held her thin waist, a little embarrassed.

But Yun Haitang didn't seem to know about this, she looked at the Yunfu and then at the outer and outer cities.

suddenly buried his head on Chen Ping's shoulder, sobbing silently, and his body fell together.

Chen Ping froze suddenly.

The move of Yun Haitang was caught off guard.

In Chen Ping's impression, Yun Haitang has always been the one with a cold face, not smiling, calm and calm, and not alarmed.

Even on the day when the news of Yun Wenting's death came back, I didn't see her crying.

I've never seen her so weak.

Chen Ping didn't know how to comfort her.

The hundreds of years of family were destroyed, and the Immortal Cultivation City, which had been in operation for hundreds of years, was gone.

How can it not be painful?

Chen Ping felt the same way, and reached out to hug her who was weak at the moment, but one hand was suspended in the air, paused, and finally just patted her back gently.

After a while, Yun Haitang seemed to recover, let go of Chen Ping, and realized her gaffe just now, her face couldn't help but blush slightly, and she said sorry.

……

"Yun Daoyou, do you still need to maintain order?" At this time, Ji Yan also rushed over. His face was pale, and he seemed to be injured not lightly, and he coughed lightly.

Ji Yan looked at the cloud begonia... Yun Haitang seemed to have suffered some internal injuries, and his face looked a little gloomy.

It looks like Tsukiki is all injured... Ji Yan sighed, and at the same time had a sense of comfort.

looked at Chen Ping again, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Well? Appears unscathed.

However, he immediately returned to normal, remembering Chen Ping's defensive power during the battle of the demons, it was definitely not weak, and it was really normal.

"There is no need to patrol, Cloud City is gone, and although the Demon Cultivation Ancestor is just a wisp of a crippled primordial god, it seems that the lowest is the complete cultivation of the primordial infant, and it may even be a god. And the last choice

It is the self-destructive primordial god burning mist array, and the power is extraordinary. In the scattered cultivation of Cloud City, it is lucky to be able to save one out of ten. Mortals are afraid that the whole city will be destroyed, and I wonder if anyone will be spared." Yun Haitang's eyes are moist.

Turning his head and glancing at the Yun family disciples who were taking care of the scene:

"The Yun family, which has a population of hundreds of people, only has these fifty people left."

The hundred-year-old family was completely lost in her hands.

Of course, the lucky thing is that she happened to be in the house. With her protection, and she understands the formation, and there are formations in the house to protect each other, these more than 50 people can survive.

Otherwise, I am afraid that the casualties will be more serious.

「……」

At this moment, two golden rays of light suddenly fell on the outer city of Cloud City, and a moment later, a group of ninth-level foundation building monks also came with their swords and fell down to Cloud City.

Each looked solemn.

Two golden rays of light are two Jindan monks.

One of them is the head of the Lingxiao Sect.

The other person had a dark and short face, and it was the other sect Jindan Great Elder who had come to participate in the Foundation Building Conference.

They stared around the still burning tree, each without saying a word.

"Yun Haitang, what's going on? Demon cultivators have used this tree as a medium to entrench in Cloud City for many years, and you are in charge of Cloud City, but you don't even know it?" After Chen Ping and the three of them came over, a ninth-level foundation building monk of the Lingxiao Sect asked angrily.

Yun Haitang was silent.

"Don't blame Yun Xiaoyou." The head of the sect turned pale and shook his head: "This old man of demon cultivation knows who it is, his methods are unpredictable, and he is the strength of Jindan, he wants to hide, don't say that it is a foundation building, I am afraid that the old man is coming, and he may not be able to endure him."

"Hmph." The ninth-layer monk snorted coldly.

「……」

While communicating here, Ji Yan on the other side seemed to have seen an acquaintance and was communicating softly with a monk.

Moments later, the group sped away again.

"How's it going?" After the head of the group left, Chen Ping hurriedly asked, this is related to his living environment.

Had to rush.

Ji Yan shook his head:

"It's not optimistic. They also went to Red Rock City before they came to Cloud City, which was no better than Cloud City. And the Ling Xiao Sect, as the eye of the Demon Cultivation Mist Array, was even more devastating, with countless casualties. Ling Xiao Sect, I'm afraid I can't support it anymore."

Chen Ping was shocked.

If several Immortal Cultivation Cities and the Ling Xiao Sect were like Cloud City, then the Ling Xiao Sect would really not be able to support it.

It's completely hurtful.

What's even more terrifying is that judging from the previous conversation between the old demon cultivator and the illusory figure, I am afraid that the demon cultivator has a great plan.

I'm afraid the next few days will be difficult.

Perhaps, it's time to leave.

"I'm afraid it won't be so easy to leave." seemed to see through what Chen Ping was thinking, Ji Yan said bitterly.

Chen Ping was stunned:

"What does that mean?"

"Alas, that fellow Daoist just now only knew some fur, and it was not easy to say that it was the Great Fog Array of Demon Cultivation. But more information, he also does not know. Wait and see, I'll see if I can get more information." Ji Yan's bloodless face was extremely ugly.

The corners of Chen Ping's mouth twitched.

Recalling the words of the gray-robed demon cultivator, it was obvious that the demon cultivator wanted to turn the entire Qingyun Domain into a demon cave.

Moreover, that demon cultivator has been lurking in Cloud City for so many years, and it seems that he has already made all kinds of preparations, just waiting for an opportunity to build a large number of foundations.

Now, the wait is here.

I don't know why, but since these foundations are needed, then these foundations may not be so easy to escape.

Returning from the outer city to the inner city, Chen Ping deliberately did not have the imperial sword, but walked through the streets.

I saw what purgatory on earth is.

The sense of substitution is very strong, and he has already imagined that if he didn't build a foundation and successfully built a foundation, he might not be able to escape today.

Fortunately, the foundation has already been laid.

In this world, it is too difficult to cultivate an immortal.

Well?

So many magic swords?

Chen Ping's eyes lit up, and he picked up some casually, these Qi cultivation period magic weapons used to be precious items, but now they are scattered on the street and no one picks them up.

It became an ownerless thing.

After picking up a little distance, he pocketed the magic weapon and money bag. Although it is a lot of income, Chen Ping is not happy.

Every masterless sword here means the fall of a loose life.

He didn't stay any longer and soon returned to the inner city.

In fact, there is no distinction between the inner and outer cities now, and after the inner city's protective array is gone, the inner city is no longer cloudy.

You can see it from the middle of the city.

The inner city is gone, and the seasons are like spring.

Like the outside, I felt the depression of autumn.

(End of chapter)