"Brother Ling, Yuedong Village has almost been pacified. ”

In a large house where people come and go, next to a huge map, a middle-aged man with a dusty body said to a teenager. The young man nodded and said, "Uncle Yu has worked hard, you and your brothers should rest first." ”

The middle-aged man nodded and withdrew. The boy picked up a small red flag and placed it on the map to show the location of Yuedong Village.

You can see that the complicated map is full of small flags of various colors, and the young man looks at the map tiredly, thinking with words in his mouth.

This is exactly the young Ling Qing who asked to follow Li Haoran at the beginning, as he and Li Haoran did more and more things in the city, although they encountered many difficulties, more and more people began to follow them, hoping to save others and save themselves by their own strength.

As the number of people increased, they also became more planned and purposeful, and so did they have the current situation. Ling Qing coordinated and commanded with a few people, and the rest of the people were divided into small groups, spreading out from the center of the city to help others.

However, Li Haoran was still doing his own thing alone as before, and he also helped Ling Qing and them solve many troublesome things.

In the end, Li Haoran slowly disappeared from Ling Qing's field of vision, although Ling Qing and they searched everywhere but did not find any trace of Li Haoran, but they still insisted on helping others and helping those who had lost hope in life to "come back to life".

Gradually, people gave their organization a name - the Deacon!

There is no way in heaven and earth, and the way is practiced.

Ling Qing and the others acquiesced to this name, only to feel that the responsibility on their shoulders was heavier.

"Brother Ling, it's not good, there are immortal cultivators. ”

A young girl ran into the house in panic and shouted.

Suddenly, everyone in the room, including Ling Qing, raised their heads with solemn faces.

Ling Qing walked briskly outside, and at the same time said to the girl, "Where is it?" Take me there. ”

The girl nodded hurriedly and trotted ahead to lead the way, and the rest of the people hurriedly followed.

The girl led the group up a wooden building on a hill and pointed in one direction: "Over there." ”

In fact, without the guidance of the girl, everyone also saw the two immortal cultivators who were surrounded by light in the distance and fighting with each other.

I saw the light shine, making huge holes in the ground one after another, and the flames began to burn along the mountain forest.

Everyone on the wooden tower was angry when they saw this, and Ling Qing also said with a calm face: "Brother Yan, you take everyone to notify others to start evading, and send a signal to notify people from nearby villages and cities to evacuate." ”

Ling Qing and the others not only helped the others, but also built shelters in each village and city, so that they could still have some chance of surviving if they were affected by the cultivators' fighting. Of course, Ling Qing didn't know that it was useless to meet a real great cultivator, or a monk who was bent on slaughtering ordinary people.

A middle-aged man beside Ling Qing said yes, and then left with the others, leaving only Ling Qing and the girl on top of the wooden building.

Ling Qing glanced at the girl and said, "Wutong, you should also go and take refuge first." ”

Sycamore bit her lip slightly nervously and shook her head.

"Be obedient, I'll go to you in a moment. ”

The girl glanced at the immortal cultivator in the sky who was slowly moving towards this side, shook her head, and whispered, "Don't." I know, you've been waiting for this opportunity. ”

A hint of surprise flashed in Ling Qing's eyes when she heard Wutong's words, she didn't expect that she, who had always been silent, could actually see through her thoughts.

Wutong continued to whisper, "You've always had something to ask about which immortal cultivators. ”

Ling Qing looked at the girl in front of him, and his heart rippled slightly, then he turned his head to look at the immortal cultivator who was fighting in the sky in the distance and said, "Yes, I have been waiting for such an opportunity. I have asked my husband a few times before, but he is always silent, and the only time he answered me was that he didn't know. So today, I'll ask them these immortal cultivators who are high in the sky. ”

"I'm with you. ”

The girl's face is like a red cloud, and her words are like mosquitoes and flies.

Ling Qing nodded slightly when he heard this, looked at the sky, and clenched his fists.

"Hand over the things, and I'll let you go. Otherwise, when my master comes, not only will your life be in jeopardy, but your divine consciousness will also be refined into a resentful soul, and you will be tortured in all kinds of ways. ”

The young monk in the sky kept attacking with a dark green staff and shouted at his opponent.

His opponent was a woman, and a white fan shone around her, resisting the black light of the young man's dark green staff.

These black rays of light are not only powerful, but also have the effect of eroding people's divine senses, making the woman feel uncertain and attacked several times, and it is now a little difficult to support the blood flowing from the corners of her mouth.

But even so, the woman still didn't have the idea of handing over what she had gotten, that was the only thing she could save him, if she couldn't bring it back to save him, what was the point of living herself?

"Ahh

The woman shouted, the pink lotus light on the fan flowed, turned into light and shadow and flew out, a petal lotus petal flew out and quickly became larger and went towards the young man, the woman did not look at the result, grabbed the fan with a trace of cracks and fled into the distance.

Seeing this, the young man did not dare to slack off, and held the dark green staff and shouted, "You can't escape, Nether Ghost Hand!"

The young man's face turned pale, the void in front of him cracked, and a huge pitch-black palm poked out of it and grabbed forward.

The black smoke filled the palm of his hand, and the petals that surrounded it shattered and dissipated into the sky as light and shadow.

The young figure was wrapped in black fog and turned into a streamer and chased after the woman in front of him.

The woman's consciousness moved slightly, and she couldn't help but turn her head to look back.

"The ghost is asking for his life. ”

The speed of the young man's voice soared, and a narrow green palm formed by green smoke slapped on the woman's back.

The woman's talisman aura shattered, the clothes on one back were torn, a dark green handprint appeared on the back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out and fell towards the mountains and forests below.

The young man let out a breath and chased towards the ground.

The woman reluctantly stood up, took a pill, and staggered forward.

"Bang!"

A dark green staff was inserted in front of the woman, emitting a faint green light, enveloping the mountains and forests in a radius of ten zhang.

The young man fell among the staff and said, "Hand over the things." ”

The woman clenched the fan tightly and did not answer.

"Then die!"

The young man's figure fell, and the staff fell into his hand, and the light and shadow changed into dozens of zhang long, and struck at the top of the woman's head.

The woman hurriedly urged the fan to resist.

"Bang!"

The staff hit the fan, the fan shattered, the ground under the woman's feet cracked, and the whole person knelt on the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood before hanging his head.

The young man waved his staff and flew to the top of the woman's head, and a green light fell to envelop the woman, seeing that the woman was still motionless, the young man breathed a sigh of relief and walked over.

After probing with his divine sense, the young man waved the storage bag on the woman's body and flew out and fell into his hand.

The young man used his divine sense to break through the prohibition of the storage bag to retrieve the contents of the bag, but as soon as his divine sense penetrated into the storage bag, he felt a cold breath invade the sea of consciousness and rush towards his divine sense.

In an instant, the young man lost control of his body, and the whole person froze in place, and his consciousness struggled with the invading breath in the sea of consciousness.

The staff above the woman's head lost control and fell from the sky.

The woman slowly opened her eyes, looked at the young man who was standing still, a smile appeared on her face, and she struggled to stand up, but suddenly her face changed and looked in one direction, only to see Ling Qing holding a long sword and a sycamore slowly walking out of the mountain forest.