At his feet seemed to be his mother's corpse, tightly guarding him, but the upper half of his body was almost clean, the blood had dried up from the cross-section of his waist, and a group of red centipedes were sucking hard.

Half-dried blood was stamped on the boy's shirt.

Only the lower body of the unknown gender, half pressed on the little boy's body, and the severed limbs are densely covered with bright red myriapods, such a scene is really terrifying.

At this moment, his left hand was laboriously holding the bubbling and bleeding neck artery, and half of his little hand was gnawed, and after seeing Lin Qianqian, who was almost dustless and like an immortal, he moved as if he wanted to reach towards Lin Qianqian.

Lin Qian's eyes trembled, his lips were pursed tightly, and his eyebrows were cold.

With his right hand raised, he gave dozens of large red centipedes that were lying on the child's neck, chest, and abdomen, as well as red centipedes all over his body.

Pick up the child, gently hug it in front of the moon, lightly footed, and fly into the air, the centipede spirits are unwilling, and the layers of hills are stacked to keep up.

Soon, a two-story dense net was formed, and it 'bited' Lin Qianqian's hind limbs fiercely, and it was self-evident that he wanted to drag them back to the ground.

Lin Qianqian snorted coldly, and protected the child with his left hand, letting him lie on his shoulder, and slightly broke free from their entanglement.

Stop higher, face the centipede army, and while infusing spiritual power to heal the child in his arms, he accumulates majestic and boundless ice spiritual power.

Without hesitation, a sword slashed down, and the sword qi containing majestic ice spiritual power surrounded all the red centipedes below at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, this street, which could be seen to be bustling yesterday, became a big pit, and those red centipedes became strings.

The transformed ice spiritual power was strung together, and they collectively fell into the big pit.

There was some sadness in Lin Qianqian's eyes, she only had time to save the child in her arms, and the others, the moment before she came down, they were all lifeless.

She saw the cries for help in their eyes, and someone even stretched out their hand to her, just ......

The next second, he lost his breath.

"Apprentice ......" Lin Qianqian called Chu Ming, and then flew to Wang Meiyuan and Wang Luoyuan, who were looking at the Nether in shock, and carefully put the little person in his hand on the soft couch on the side.

"You two brothers and sisters, take care of your younger brother, and your aunt will go down to save people. Lin Qianqian's subordinates exerted their strength slightly, withdrew their sleeves, smiled and touched the heads of the two little guys who nodded seriously.

The next second it flew down again.

Chu Ming has already had a full score of tacit understanding, and set fire to the pit very neatly, filling the sky with firelight, and 'sizzling'.

The red centipedes that subconsciously replenished, filled the entire square strip pit and even bulged into a mountain, burned into gray carbon centipedes.

Wang Jiangyuan Yan Wumei saw that Lin Qianqian was still at ease, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and moved to other streets.

Yan Wumei conveyed a look to her husband, signaling him to rest assured that he could deal with it.

The palm of his hand conjured a thin sword with blue light, summoning sword intent, and a dragon was faintly lying on the thin sword, flying like a goddess of war who looked down on the world, and turned to the block next to Wang Jiangyuan.

Wang Jiangyuan retracted his secret anxiety, and tried to convince himself that he should listen to his sister, give the lady enough confidence and space, and women also have their own career.

While frowning and worrying about his own lady, he waved the soft sword in his hand without leaking.

Occasionally, the talisman barrier was stained with blood, and it shook off quietly.

After a while, several people were rescued, one old and one young, a man and a woman, all in ragged clothes, all bitten beyond recognition by the red centipede, and the bones were visible.

He was already dying, unconscious, or holding on to half a breath and holding on to the life-saving straw before passing out with confidence.

Wang Jiangyuan took out a thin rope from his waist, rolled them into a large ball, threw them at the children, and motioned for them to catch them, and continued to rummage through the corpses.

On the other side, Lin Qianqian's eyes were a little red, and he desperately shook the spirit sword, but at the moment he arrived, the corpse was only remnant, and his little hands were still stiff and half-extended.

Slowly drooping down.

This is a little girl about five or six years old, with big eyes still lingering in surprise and anticipation, staying in a moment full of hope, and not closing for a long time.

Lin Qianqian gave her one last look before turning around and leaving, heading to the next target life.

Under a city wall.

Lin Qianqian once again fought with the dense red centipede group that made the scalp tingle.

After breaking through the last barrier, the target is finally seen.

It was a seventy or eighty-year-old grandfather, who did not live long in the world but belonged to the middle and upper age, he was half-paralyzed against the uneven and crooked and mottled city wall, and the crutches next to him were soaked in blood and turned into mahogany crutches.

The old and thin wrinkled hands rested weakly on them, their cloudy eyes drooped, the ups and downs of their chests were no longer visible, and their breath was very weak.

If I had been a minute late, I would have had to spit out the last breath that had been put in my mouth.

Lin Qianqian strode forward, his fingertips were slightly raised, and a wisp of pure source spiritual power quickly drilled into the old man's body, quickly repairing his body full of holes.

"Child... Kid, let's go, leave me alone... I'm an old bone, it's useless to save it, go and save it... Save the others......" The old man said with his heavy eyes and almost his last breath, and fell into a coma after speaking.

Some staccato breath sounds were drowned out almost the moment they were spoken.

In the noisy battle, Lin Qianqian heard it very clearly, and it was useless to save it... How could it be useless......

She choked up a little, couldn't speak, just shook her head at him, picked up the old man effortlessly, and fought her way out of the encirclement again.

The moment he turned his head, a tear was drawn down the wind, a teardrop that was light but clearly weighted.

......

This rescue operation was not won until the evening, and the sun was about to set and only a sharp tip was left, and the red centipedes began to flee one after another, as if they were deadly enemies in the night.

After a while, all the red centipedes on the ground squirted deep into the ground.

The crowd, whose spiritual power was almost exhausted, collapsed to the ground in uniform, regardless of their image, in uniform.

I couldn't care about the intestines and stumps on the ground, and I was panting for air.

Everyone looked at each other, and the surprise in their eyes couldn't be contained.

It turned out to be ...... A group of people I just met yesterday.

It seems that the group of people who went before them stopped because of this vision.

Lin Qianqian propped himself up and slowly walked to the opposite side.

He looked him up and down.

"Daddy is fine, it's all the blood of centipedes and the blood of survivors, Daddy is amazing, don't worry. "Huangfu Song's lips have become a little lighter, because of the overuse of spiritual power.

Huangfu Song lit up a few messengers and flew to several locations, and after a while, the second senior brother Ouyang Hao, the seventh senior sister Wan Yaxuan, the eighth senior brother Xiang Zeyu, and the head of the Xuantian Sect, Zhao Zhengtang, and the second elder of the Wanyao Sect.

In addition, Deng Jia, the head of the Longquan Sect, Yu Hang, the head of the Lingyin Sect, and Wan Shitong, the head of the Agni Sect, who had not been able to come to the Huangfu Song's birthday banquet in person before, all flew over with a tired face.