On the barren grass plain of the White Bone Mountain, the monks of the brigade began to adjust and rest, and everyone was silently bathed in the sun, seemingly calm, but more tired than when they were fighting.

Some people have their heads down, some people have their heads turned outward, and some people are covering their ears, unwilling to look or listen, the last voice of life.

The surrounding air was filled with the smell of blood, and the dark red earth gave people an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

Li Xiaoyi's team was also on the side of the plain, his team was uneven, there were monks from all sects, and even if there was a summoning from the door, he was reluctant to get up and leave.

Thirty-six sect elders sent by the six sects of the Dao Sect patrolled back and forth among the cultivators, and the injured disciples were screened aside, silent and full of silent despair

This scene seems familiar, this scene is unavoidable, and when the inspection team came to the Kunlun team, Zhang Youdao suddenly got up, with a sad smile on his pale face.

Li Xiaoyi's face is not very good-looking, and everyone in the Kunlun team is the same!

Sun Biao gritted his teeth and was silent, Wang Zheng lowered his head, Xu Yun's lips trembled, and Lin Fan looked at Zhang Youdao, his eyes were blood-red, and the relationship between the two was usually very good.

The silent Lin Fan, the talkative Zhang Youdao, seem to be two personalities that are completely incompatible, but the relationship is inexplicably good.

There were also thirteen people, all of whom Li Xiaoyi could name, and their eyes all looked at him in unison.

And this brigade of nearly 2,000 people, not to mention the wounded, nearly 100 people stood up one after another.

There was no more joy after victory, only silent sadness, frozen in the air.

"Uncle Xiao, give me a ride, I don't want to die in the hands of others!" Zhang Youdao said with tears in his eyes and a little choked in his voice.

Chen Yueling turned her head away and didn't want to look at it again, Li Xiaoyi stepped forward and wiped the dust off Zhang Youdao's face, and she didn't know what to say for a while......

Several sect elders urged a little impatiently, Li Xiaoyi was indifferent, and when the purple-robed old man led by him stepped forward to push and pull Zhang Youdao, he suddenly saw Li Xiaoyi staring at him murderously, and involuntarily took a step back.

Dao Heng sighed helplessly, stepped forward and patted Zhang Youdao's shoulder, and said to the elder, "Let them solve it themselves." ”

The injured disciples of the other sects didn't move, they stood there blankly, their eyes only looking at that person, Zhang Youdao suddenly hugged Li Xiaoyi and cried loudly.

The voice was poignant, and gradually turned into a heartbreak, echoing in the bleak wind, under the warm sun, on the barren meadow, everyone was silent.

Then the blood was sprayed, the human head flew up, between the sky and the earth, Li Xiaoyi waved the moon in the well, and on his chest, there was hot blood, the breath of his compatriots, surrounded him, blocked his breathing, and made his heart drip blood......

Shushan Sword Sect, the entire mountain is exposed, the aura in the mountain is steaming, and there will be a corpse with a miserable death on the mountain road from time to time.

A group of black-clothed men were collecting the corpses of the deceased on their side, and the gray-robed old man with no eyebrows was carefully putting a beast egg into the brocade box prepared in advance.

Next to it lay a beast, already dying, huge in size, like a dragon, but the head was born with two horns, three legs, and one foot at the bottom of the body, if there is nothing.

The gray-robed old man and the black-clothed man glanced at each other, and without saying a word between the two, the gray-robed old man took the lead in leaving with a group of people with vague faces, like zombies.

The strange beast was packed into a huge ice jade box, and then it was also taken away by people, and there were no living people on the mountain of the Shushan Sword Sect.

In the splendid mountains, the aura is like a spring, all flowing and overflowing, and there is no obstruction.

An old Taoist priest in purple robes who only had one breath left, after seeing all the people in black leave, reached into his arms with one hand, used his last bit of strength, and spurted out all the essence and blood in his cavity, and then tilted his head and died of anger.

A small white jade sword, after being impregnated with blood and qi, at the same time as the white light radiated out, the sword roared and collapsed, straight into the sky, turned into a point of light, and disappeared into the distance.

At this time, Li Xiaoyi was squatting on the grass, with hundreds of corpses with separate heads on the side, and the people of the Kunlun Sect were silent, and the disciples of each sect began to recover the corpses of their disciples.

Before leaving, they all bowed deeply to Li Xiaoyi, and then left silently, Chen Yueling and others gathered in front of the dead Kunlun people, Lin Fan's tears had fallen, kneeling next to Zhang Youdao, crying silently.

In the evening, Dao Lin, Dao Jun and Dao Ping'er came here, glanced at the Kunlun people, and Dao Lin patted Li Xiaoyi's shoulder: "Let's go, let's go back to the sect." ”

"The matter under the deep stream is over?" Li Xiaoyi frowned.

Dao Lin shook his head: "There is actually a teleportation channel from another world there, and the zombie ghosts of the White Bone Mountain are not all from this realm, and they are discussing how to seal the channel." ”

"What about the ghost mother?" Li Xiaoyi's face was a little ugly, he still had luck in his heart, hoping that the passage would not be discovered.

Dao Lin sighed: "I escaped, Senior Lu didn't dare to chase after him, so it can only be like this." ”

Li Xiaoyi's heart was a little uncomfortable, he glanced in the direction of the deep stream again, shook his head helplessly, and then got up and said to the Kunlun team with only a hundred people left behind him: "Let's go, let's go home." ”

And under the deep stream, the Wushi Zhenren who received the flying sword transmission changed his face greatly, where is the calmness of the leader of the Daomen.

The same is true for the real person of understanding, his face is gloomy, he can almost wring out the water, and with the disciples of this sect, he hurriedly flew into the air, and flew in the direction of the Shushan Sword Sect without looking back.

Murong Yunyan and Neon Yan glanced at each other and looked at Wushi Zhenren together, who was forced to calm himself, but his clenched hands were already a little white.

The ghost mother took people to escape into the Yin Spirit Passage, and no one deliberately disturbed the heavenly machine, Mr. Miao Ke habitually calculated a hexagram, and couldn't help but change his face, and looked at Wushi Zhenren with strange eyes, but he didn't say much.

On the contrary, Murong Yunyan took a step back, and the corners of his mouth naturally showed a strange smile.

Lu Lengxuan and the old beggar were still nowhere to be seen, and the huge Yin Spirit Passage stood in the underground cavern of the White Bone Mountain, and the real people of the various sects entered one after another.

Then there was a layer of high-level enchantment, which hid the entire leyline in the depths, and there was no trace of yin qi exposed.

At this time, the Kunlun clan had risen to mid-air, and the number of people was half less than when they came, and the sun was setting, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone into the White Bone Mountain Range for the first time, and the ground was red.

The disciples of each sect began to leave one after another, and a neat procession, like geese returning from the south, was arranged in the sky, where there was still the agitation when they came, only endless loneliness and helplessness, in everyone's heart, slowly breeding.