Blood dripped from the withered grass, and more than a dozen corpses lay on the scorched earth.

Lu Qingye's consciousness fell on those corpses, and found that most of them were injured and died.

Except for the corpses of a few low-level monks, more of them were mortals without spiritual power.

"Master, how can there be so many mortal corpses here?"

Lu Qingye looked to the other side of the mountain range.

"Over there is the Hundred Fog Mountain, and the junction between the western people and the demon clan, that is, there are the most mortals in that area. It is estimated that he was affected by the Heavenly Trench Abyss and fled to this place. ”

Jiuji was silent, the terrain here was relatively high, but he and Lu Qingye came all the way, and there were still many places that were flooded.

The cold qi of the Heavenly Trench Abyss is difficult for even Qi cultivation and foundation building cultivators to resist, let alone those mortals who have no spiritual power.

Lu Qingye followed the traces to find it.

Jiuji looked at the surrounding environment and couldn't help but speak.

"Master, if there were survivors around here, would they have fled higher?"

Lu Qingye's gaze also looked at the peaks around him.

But the traces around ...... But that doesn't seem to be the case.

Lu Qingye's divine sense spread around, and Jiuji's nose was also sniffing around.

However, due to the influence of the cold water of the Heavenly Moat, the smell is also messy.

Jiuji sniffed towards the high place, and frowned for a while.

"It's strange, there was a gust of wind blowing on the mountain just now, but there was no smell of mortals."

The smell of mortals is different from that of monks, and it is easier to distinguish, and the smell of their bodies is messy and strong.

Lu Qingye squatted down, his fingers gently picking up the withered grass around him, and finally looked in one direction.

The dim light shone on a group of people.

The water on the ground was still seeping down, dripping down the faces of the people.

The faces of the group were pale, and their eyes were full of horror.

Su Bao felt the person on his shoulder trembling with fear.

The water was up their necks, but they couldn't get out!

I finally escaped here with these people, and I definitely can't go out at this time!

That demon cultivator may not have gone far, and he may be killed if he goes out.

The wound had been soaked in the water and was white and rotten, and Su Bao wanted to cough, but he could only suppress it and not let himself make any movement.

The group of mortals stepping on it couldn't help but bow their heads slightly.

When I saw the few people below who were pale and struggling to support them, their eyes couldn't help but turn red.

"General...... Leave us alone...... Let's go......"

An old man couldn't help but speak.

Su Baocai shook his head.

"Hold on and hold on!"

Several soldiers were silent, gritting their teeth, supporting the mortal above with their shoulders.

Although these mortals were not the people of their Chen Kingdom, as a general who defended his family and country, he couldn't look at these innocent people, so he died tragically in front of him!

"But...... General, you're still wounded, we're ...... We're just going to drag you down......"

Some people couldn't help but cry and whimper, but they didn't dare to make a big noise.

Most of them are people who have fled from the Yan Kingdom, and there have always been disputes between the three kingdoms, but even if the lords of each country are not in harmony, they will try not to involve innocent people.

Compared to those mortals who have lived in the chaotic city of the west since childhood, these people are actually very lucky!

Soldiers like Su Baocai with cultivation are very rare and noble in the Three Kingdoms.

How can such a person die here for the sake of these people!

They were standing on the shoulders of several people, and they all felt that their legs and feet were numb and sore, and Su Baocai was standing in the water, and they had to bear their weight......

Su Baocai exhaled.

"It is also our duty to protect the family and the country and protect the people."

When the Hundred Families Army was established in the Morning Kingdom, it was with the original intention of supporting mortals in the world.

In this chaotic world of cultivating immortals, ordinary mortals without spiritual power are the weakest existences.

They are small and not welcomed, and their own fate is controlled by others!

In the eyes of the monks, the strong are respected, and the weak is the original sin.

So I don't pay much attention to their lives, and I don't empathize with them.

Although the Daomen and the Immortal Gate have a rule that monks are not allowed to kill mortals indiscriminately, no matter how big the immortal cultivation world is, there will always be places where the light cannot shine.

The old man's hands trembled, and he wanted to wipe the water off his face for Su Baocai.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled thud, and the stone leaves hidden above were blown away.

"Hahaha! Where do you want to hide?! ”

When the crowd saw the thin, blackened, blood-stained monk, their faces turned pale.

Su Baocai's face was also extremely ugly.

"Where do a few Qi cultivation monks want to flee to with such a group of mortals? Is it a nearby family sect? Or is it the city of Xianchengfang? Or is it Shangyaozong? Don't be naïve and dream! Will those family sects care about your life or death? When didn't there be a large-scale death in the immortal cultivation world, and those sects took care of it? When didn't it get too big and couldn't hold it down, and the news reached their ears? Those Xianchengfang City, can you get in? That kind of place is for monks with spirit stones, mortals with backgrounds! You guys? ”

The corners of the demon cultivator's mouth with gloomy eyes showed a wicked smile.

"Without the spirit stone, you can't even touch the city gate!"

The faces of the people trapped in the sewer hole turned even paler.

Demon cultivators turned against the light and looked down at them.

It also obscured the light from their eyes.

Old Demon Xiu looked at Su Baocai and grinned.

"Still want to get them out of my hands? It's time for the cat-and-mouse game! Stay and be my corpse puppet! ”

A faint smell of blood wafted in, and Lu Qingye looked ahead.

Demon Xiu raised the banner of the demonic energy tumbling in his hand, and the eyes of the crowd widened in horror.

The coercion belonging to the Jindan period rushed straight ahead, so that Su Baocai finally couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

He also wanted to stand up and stand in front of everyone, but he was trapped underwater, and he didn't have the strength.

The magic weapon fell, and in the crying and shouting, Su Baocai only felt sad in his heart.

Behold, mortals are so fragile and insignificant!

They all want to live, simply live, they don't do anything, they eat ordinary food they grow, and they only use that square inch of land, they have never threatened these powerful monks, but the butcher's knife still falls on them!

What does it take to survive in this world?!

Without a spiritual root, is that what they can choose? As mortals, is it also what they think?

Why...... Heaven and earth are so big, but there is no place for them!

Su Baocai closed his eyes in despair, and the light in his heart was extinguished little by little.

I have encountered countless dangers and survived countless times, but this feeling of powerlessness is still so uncomfortable and painful!

He is not the protagonist of the script, they are ordinary mortals, and he has never had the luxury of expecting that in this world, someone can stand up and help.