After resting for the night, most of the people stayed in Lianhuamen and waited for the people from their own sect to come to answer. There were only a few injured cultivators left who had no sect and no sect left, and they continued to follow Han Qingyi, and they were ready to go to the Tianyuan Sect residence to recuperate.

Due to the reduction in personnel, the original carriages and horses were sent back to the local post station. The rest of them had to walk out of the city and rent horses again at a suburban caravanserais.

Before parting, Yan Ning was enthusiastic and asked Su Jiuming to have a chance to go to Danxiamen to play with him, although he didn't necessarily have the opportunity, Su Jiuming still readily agreed.

"Stop!"

Han Qingyi raised his hand and stopped everyone's footsteps. Her ears twitched slightly, as if to identify the source of the sound.

"There's an anomaly. ”

If you look around, you can see far from the open space with a wide view. Su Jiuming squinted at the observer, and suddenly vaguely saw a flash of silver light shooting out from the direction of Nanling, but it was stuck halfway and fell in an instant.

"There's movement over there!

Han Qingyi turned his head suddenly, looked at Nanling with solemn eyebrows, wiped his waist, and took out a stack of charms and distributed them.

"Siyi, Feng Yin, you two stay to protect them, and the others take the charm and follow me!"

"Yes, Senior Sister. ”

When the fingers came from behind their backs, everyone turned and hurried back.

Su Jiuming and a few injured cultivators lacked spiritual power to use spells, and they had no means of transportation, so their feet were slow. I had to desperately move my legs and run towards Nanling.

Out of breath, he ran back to Nanling, and before he could catch his breath, the scene in front of him was so frightened that he didn't dare to move.

Nanling, which was still quaint and comfortable just now, has become a hell on earth. There were no living creatures at the gates of the city, and there were corpses everywhere, lying everywhere in a miserable state. When they went out of the city this morning, the old man who was sitting under a tree inside the city walls, still holding his cat and greeting them with a smile, now fell there. His throat had been cut, and the unclotted blood continued to flow down his neck. His eyes were staring at the boss, and he didn't bat at death. His cat fell at his feet, its neck twisted.

Su Jiuming staggered a few steps on his hind legs, and only dodged and stopped in horror until he kicked a corpse. He crouched down and clutched his chest, almost gagging off.

"There was one more exposed. A woman holding a pitch-black short knife suddenly appeared behind Su Jiuming. Su Jiuming turned his head suddenly, when did this person appear!

The woman raised her hand and slashed at Su Jiuming, and did not hesitate to chop melons and vegetables. The blood in his body seemed to have coagulated, and he didn't move to let the blade fall.

"Get out of the way!" Si Yi shouted, flicking his fingers and shooting a spell to block the blade. swung his sword and stabbed the woman directly.

"Don't stop here, it's too dangerous, hurry up and go to Lianhuamen and meet Uncle Shi!"

Igniting the charm of the disciples of this sect for help, Si Yi picked up Su Jiuming and ran towards the Lianhua Gate.

"Yes, go to Lianhua Gate, let's go quickly!" Although he blindly trusted Han Qingyi's strength, he still couldn't help but tremble in his heart. Not only Han Qingyi, Su Jiuming thought of Yan Ning, who was still staying in Lianhua Gate waiting to be answered, although they had been together for a short time, he was the only one who was here to speak. Su Jiuming clutched Siyi's arm tightly, like a drowning man grasping driftwood. followed Siyi in a panic, and moved his legs mechanically.

Not far away, there was a scream of slaughter. The closer I got to the Lianhua Gate, the clearer the sound became. The door of the Lianhua Sect was wide open, and people kept escaping from the door inside, but they were harvested by the slaughterers who followed after.

Si Yi swung his sword and stabbed to death a man in the Demon Dao who was slaughtering monks, and stopped Su Jiuming, who was running in: "You haven't recovered your spiritual power yet, don't go and wait here, I'll go find Uncle Shi." ”

Su Jiuming hid in a hidden corner, and there were constant fights in it when weapons were fighting. He climbed up a big tree by the wall, and what he saw was another killing, those demonic people frantically slashed and killed the people who fled in all directions, blood splashed on his face, and without even a pause, he ran directly to the next target, raising the weapon in his hand while laughing out loud.

Su Jiuming watched a girl who was smiling like a flower yesterday being strangled to death in front of his eyes. The man in the demon path had a cruel and bloodthirsty smile on his face, and his eyes flashed with morbid excitement.

The girl seemed to have spotted him before she died. Her eyes bulged out, and her mouth made a "uh-uh" sound. She held out her hand in his direction, as if to say to him, "Help me." ”

Su Jiuming covered his mouth tightly, closed his eyes and didn't dare to make a sound. The girl's smile in his mind alternated back and forth with the tragic situation before death, tormenting his body and mind. He tried to rush to save her, but he couldn't.

He is not a monk, he has no ability to go to heaven and earth, he can't save her.

Su Jiuming closed his eyes, covered his ears with his hands and curled up on the tree. Those who cover their ears and steal the bell force themselves not to listen, not to see.

I don't know how long it took, but the fighting gradually stopped. He lowered his hand and cautiously opened his eyes to see that the battle inside was over. The people of the Demon Dao who had slaughtered indiscriminately fell to the ground and became corpses. Han Qingyi stood in a pool of blood, the frost sword in his hand on the ground. His body swayed, and he couldn't stand as if he was exhausted.

He hurriedly climbed down with his hands and feet, his sweaty palms couldn't grasp the rough bark, and he fell from the tree, and the clean clothes on his body were dirty. Ignoring the pain in his body, he hurried into the door. But his footsteps stopped behind Han Qingyi, and he didn't dare to step forward and help up the shadow.

Han Qingyi heard the noise behind him, and reflexively raised his sword. When he raised his eyes and saw that it was Su Jiuming, he was obviously relieved.

"It's okay. Her originally clear voice became hoarse and looked extremely embarrassed. The jade crown was shattered, and the hair like ink was scattered messily behind him, and if you looked closely, there was a strand of shabu shabu near the cheek. The light blue dress was cut a few times, and a corner of the skirt was broken. With obvious tiredness on her pretty face, she pointed to the side of the guide and motioned for him to come over.

"Siyi, they're counting the number of people over there, you can go over and help. ”

Su Jiuming opened his mouth and didn't make a sound, so he had to take a few steps in the direction she pointed, but after all, he couldn't help but turn around and say, "You, doesn't it matter, I'll help you go over and rest." ”

"No, I'm fine. ”

Looking at Han Qingyi's hand that was constantly trembling lightly with his sword, Su Jiuming's courage came out of nowhere. ignored her refusal, directly helped her to a barely clean place, took off her coat and put it on it, and helped Han Qingyi to sit down.

"You have a good rest here, I'll help. The courage that surged up in his heart dispersed as Han Qingyi sat down. Su Jiuming stopped looking at her, stumbled over this sentence, turned around and ran away.

Siyi led people to count the number of people alive. Su Jiuming's eyes swept over, and all the people present were injured, except for him, none of them were intact.

There is not one in ten protégés of Lianhuamen, and only a few are left. On the contrary, the monks who were repairing here were saved by the arrival of the people who received them.

Yan Ning was still alive, and Su Jiuming was relieved to see him. At the moment, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, his fleshy brow was furrowed tightly, and his chubby face, which was always smiling, was tense even when he was unconscious.

There was a wound on the right side of his face, very deep, that cut half of his face. The skin and flesh were turned out hideously, and a thick layer of medicinal powder was pasted on it. A middle-aged man in his forties held him in one hand and treated his wounds with the other. Judging by the clothes, it should be an elder from his own sect, and it is estimated that he is here to pick him up.

No matter what, seeing that he was still alive, Su Jiuming felt a lot more at ease. After all, Yan Ning was one of the few people he was familiar with here.

Siyi didn't ask him for help, and sent him to see if there were any seriously injured people around who were still alive. Su Jiuming took a detour under the wall and saw the girl just now.

The girl's face was bruised, her eyeballs were protruding, her eyes were open, and her expression of fear and unwillingness was fixed on her face, which became her last image.

Su Jiuming walked over slowly, gently closed her eyes, and silently recited a scripture she had heard in the village, hoping that she would be safe and happy in the next life.

Walking out of the courtyard gate, the surviving people came out, looking for traces of their relatives and friends, some holding the corpses and crying, and some still holding a glimmer of hope anxiously looking around. A child stumbled over, grabbed a man's arm and cried for his father.

For the first time, he clearly realized the cruelty of the cultivation realm. This is not the so-called realm of immortals, but a place full of dangers and can die at any time.