In a small village on the outskirts of a rolling mountain.

A huge flying boat hung over the village, flying down a few young people dressed in white and dyed blue, if anyone in the cultivation world saw it, they would definitely be surprised and couldn't help themselves, because these people were all from the Feather God Dynasty, the strongest dynasty in the Beidou Land today.

Below the flying boat, there stood dozens of people, who were the villagers of this village.

Among these dozens of villagers, there were two people, a boy and a little girl, looking at the flying boat covering the sky and the flying immortals, and the several disciples of the Divine Dynasty who were like flying immortals, shrunk their heads in fear, pulled their fingers tightly, and shrank behind the boy.

The disciples of the Divine Dynasty walked past the villagers and looked at the boy and Nannan, a man who resembled a leader, and the corners of his mouth were hooked.

"You!!" said the leader, pointing to the boy.

"Immortals!" the boy stepped forward and saluted.

"We want you to join the Feather God Dynasty, are you willing?" said the man.

"Me?" the boy frowned slightly,

As if he saw the boy's worries, he smiled,

"This little girl next to her should be your sister, don't worry, if you agree to join us, even if your sister is just a mortal, she can join with you and go to the Immortal Gate together!"

"Yes, I do!" said the boy.

"Good!"

Outside the small village, there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and those corpses were all owners of various physique bodies with intact bodies during the blood sacrifice of Chengxian Land, and those blood were still flowing out of their corpses.

Dozens of disciples of the Divine Dynasty stood on top of a flying boat, their eyes were as cold as ice, and they looked at the many corpses below without a look.

Around the village, surrounded by a mountain of corpses and blood, surrounded by a group of people dressed in different clothes, some of them were some of the official monks of the city, and some of them were scattered monks who had come from other places.

Looking at the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, a blood-red village, their expressions were different, some were resentful, some were helpless, some were sad, some were painful and weeping, and their faces were even different, and more were monks who came here to see the excitement.

At this time, a young figure sat staggering in a pool of blood, and two lines of tears hung on the immature little face, which kept flowing down and fused with the blood.

"Brother, where are you?" the little girl cried, and in her crisp voice was endless despair.

And in front of her, there were corpses lying on the ground.

"Kill her!"

At this moment, a cold sound sounded in the flying boat in the sky.

"Yes!" replied one of the disciples, and drew his sword, pointing it straight at the girl.

The disciple signaled, came to the girl with an expressionless face, and looked at her coldly, as if looking at a dead person, for a girl, like an ant, without any feelings, just like a robot.

When the girl saw someone appear in front of her, she hurriedly raised her head, opened her small round eyes, and looked at the disciple.

"Big brother, where did my brother go? Didn't my brother join your immortal sect? Why hasn't he come back yet?"

The man snorted coldly,

"As a holy body, your brother naturally dedicated himself to the great cause of the Divine Dynasty, so you don't have to stay here, you are also a useless person, just die!"

The man's words were cold, and every sentence and word was like a sharp knife, piercing deep into the girl's young heart.

"No, I don't believe it, my brother is such a good person, why, how can he die, yes! You must have killed my brother! Give my brother his life!" the girl frantically tugged at the disciple's clothes.

"Go!" Seeming impatient, the disciple kicked the girl away.

"Ah!" the girl cried out, and flew upside down.

However, after the girl landed on the ground, she didn't feel any physical pain at all, she got up and came to the disciple again, as if she had gone crazy, and kept kowtowing to the disciple.

"Please, big brother, give me back my brother, give me back. ”

The monks also sighed when they saw this situation.

"Alas, this little girl is also pitiful, she lost her only relative at a young age, in the future, how should she live in this cruel world!"

"Ever since those big names of the Divine Dynasty went to the Immortal Land with many physique owners, she has been staying here, saying that she is waiting for her brother to come back. ”

"Yes, this girl is really pitiful!"

"Poof!" there was a sound of a knife being drawn.

"Are you crazy? what are you going to do?" saw a group of men dressed in local catcher clothes draw their knives, but the other person holds down their wrists.

"I'm going to save her!" said the man.

"You, how can you save them? People are cultivators, and their magic power is boundless, can you fight them? Even if you fight or die, what will happen to your family? Have you ever thought about it?"

"Then I can't just watch the girl die!" said the man.

"No way! they are the people of the Feather God Dynasty, and we are also under them, what should we do?" said another.

When the man heard this, he put the knife in his sheath, and said no more, but stared at the girl for a long time without speaking.

"Hmph! count you acquaintances!" In fact, as early as when he drew his sword, the disciple felt it, but he didn't make a move.

When he came back to his senses, the girl was still tugging at her clothes, and the disciple seemed to be made even more impatient by the little girl's cry, and raised his foot and kicked at the little girl.

This time it took a little more effort than last time, no matter how you say it, you are also a monk, and a casual kick is enough for an ordinary person to drink a pot, let alone just a little girl.

The little girl flew upside down, a mouthful of blood spurted out of the air, and after landing, she covered her abdomen and kept convulsing.

"Little, just like your brother, you don't know what to do!!" the man raised his knife in an instant.

"Enough!" Just as he raised his hand to deal with the little girl, there was a sound of vicissitudes from the flying boat above,

"Alright, there are so many things going on in the Divine Dynasty now, we don't have much time to stay here. ”

"Yes!" the disciple said.

"Good luck for you, but don't let Lao Tzu see you next time, or I'll torture you to death." With that, the disciple flew on the flying boat and, together with the others, passed through the flying boat and left here.

After they left, the people who had been staying on the periphery poured in, they were basically relatives or friends, and they came here this time for only one thing, that is, to collect the corpses.

"Brother, I'm sorry for you, I promised you, I can't do it!" After saying this sentence intermittently, Xiao Nannan looked at the bronze ring on her hand again, and covered the mask in her arms with her left hand, and she couldn't bear the pain, dizzy for a while, and fell asleep.

"Damn the Feather Divine Dynasty!" the one who had just now looked at the mountain of corpses in front of him, with endless anger in his eyes.

"Shut up!" shouted the other.

Just now, the catcher looked at the girl who was lying in a pool of blood, walked over, picked up the girl who had fainted, and left here alone.