Nearly 80,000 fresh lives have been wiped out in just over ten breaths, what a painful fact, just talking about it makes people feel extremely depressed, not to mention that Qiao Yuan has seen a series of spatial cracks suddenly tear apart, like a greedy blood mouth, ruthlessly devouring countless lives.

I don't dare to think about it, although Qiao Yuan almost didn't know those who died, but whenever he was alone, there would always be miserable faces full of grief and resentment unconsciously in his mind, like a demonic obstacle in his heart, pierced in his heart.

In the final analysis, he is not an indifferent and ruthless person, and he still retains the simple and kind heart of Qingfeng Village in his bones.

Although all this was not his intention, although he did not expect that the power contained in the black needle would be so terrifying and uncontrollable, although he was just to protect himself, in order to protect his lover, friends, and sect, but when he saw the ten hundred zhang tombstones and saw the names engraved on them, Qiao Yuan's conscience was deeply stinged.

There was the sound of wind and rain in his ears, and the rain made most of the busy disciples temporarily put down what they were doing and returned to the sect, so the surroundings seemed extremely quiet, Qiao Yuan stood there alone, his whole body was soaked and attached to his thin body, and his back was very gloomy.

Looking up, letting the cool rain hit his face, Qiao Yuan's eyes swept and wrote down the dense names on the stone tablet one by one, even if only a few people could leave their names on it, most of the dead casual cultivators were unknown and struggling at the bottom of the cultivation realm, but Qiao Yuan still wrote down all those names, the deceased was gone, he couldn't bring the dead back to life, but he wanted to do something for the living, so that his conscience could be better.

Time passed quietly, Qiao Yuan walked in front of the tombstones, and every time he wrote down his name, he had to bend down and bow until he walked in front of the tenth tombstone, and the sky was already dark.

At this moment, the rain curtain that gradually turned from a light rain to a pouring rain suddenly stopped, and the water droplets were all avoided, as if Qiao Yuan had opened an invisible umbrella above his head, and the cold wind was also cut off, and a sigh sounded behind him.

"Alas, I said why you have been a little restless in the past two days, it turns out that this is the case. ”

Qiao Yuan didn't look back, nor did he reply, his expression gradually turned from guilt to pain, Xiao Qingyun, who was dressed in green clothes and was not stained with dust, stepped forward and stood side by side with him, looking up at those extremely heroic tombstones, his eyes were deep.

"Although I haven't seen the scene of the earth cracking that day, I still feel deeply shocked when I hear others talk about it, and I still feel deeply shocked when I see the earth cracking outside the Yuehe Sect, to tell you the truth, if I hadn't seen you like this today, I would never have believed that it was because of you. ”

Xiao Qingyun said to himself, but Qiao Yuan still didn't reply.

"That kind of power has exceeded my cognition, and it is definitely not something that a Nether Realm cultivator can control, even if the Great Elder of the Thunder Immortal Sect is here, he can't do it, so ...... You don't have to blame yourself too much, you don't have to shackle yourself, there is never a right or wrong in a powerful force, it just depends on how the person who has it uses it. ”

Xiao Qingyun's expression was solemn, he raised his right hand and slowly clenched it into a fist, and his eyes that were as deep as a starry sky flashed with a light that Qiao Yuan had never seen before.

It was an extremely confident momentum that belonged only to the strong.

The strong person mentioned here is not strong, but tenacious in heart, tenacious in will, not happy with things, not sad for himself, not self-indulgent, not sad and compassionate.

Qiao Yuan's heart was shocked, he turned his head to look at him, and his slightly depressed eyes slowly regained a trace of brilliance.

Xiao Qingyun shook his head with a wry smile, and then said with an extremely solemn expression.

"Don't get me wrong, I am also a flesh-and-blood amorous person, it is impossible to ignore the deaths of so many people, but the responsibility for this matter is not all on you, guilt and self-blame are allowed, but you can't immerse yourself in it, depress your will, you must know that you are not far from the soul realm now, if you give birth to a demonic obstacle because of this, the consequences will be unimaginable. ”

Qiao Yuan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, hesitated for a moment, and finally turned into a light sigh.

He also knew that he was in a very bad state these days, and when he was alone, he would always unconsciously think of the tragic scene of nearly 80,000 scattered cultivators dying in an instant, and only when he drank with Xiao Qingyun would he smile and not think about those things.

It is indeed not a good sign to continue to be depressed like this.

"Let's go, with your current ability, you can do more for those who died, standing here in the rain will not bring them back from the dead. ”

Xiao Qingyun stretched out his hand and patted Qiao Yuan's shoulder, and after speaking, he turned around and left first, from beginning to end, he didn't ask Qiao Yuan why he had that kind of earth-destroying power.

Taking a deep breath, Qiao Yuan turned around and followed, his soaked clothes were instantly dried by spiritual power, and the two slowly disappeared into the rain curtain of the night.

Early the next morning, except for the disciples and elders who could not go out of retreat, almost everyone in the Yuehe Sect wore black mourning clothes and appeared outside the stele forest outside the sect.

It was rainy, the sky was extremely gloomy, after a day and a night of rain, the ground was already muddy, but tens of thousands of people stood in an orderly manner, silent and speechless, and most of their expressions were solemn with a trace of palpitations, they all knew that if it weren't for the fact that day, if there was no sect background Water Moon Cave Heaven would shroud the Moon Mountain, I am afraid that there would be no Moon River Sect today, and when the time comes, who will come to pay tribute to them.

The altar used to surpass the soul of the dead has already been built, and it is in front of the ten hundred-zhang tombstones, which are thousands of zhang wide and in a gossip formation.

On this altar, Nan Songzi spent a great deal of energy to arrange a large array of souls to attract spirits, and after seven days of soul storage, all the undissipated souls can be recalled in one breath today, so as to be sent into reincarnation excessively.

Qiao Yuan came here early, standing at the front of the crowd, there were Su Zhen, Qiyun, Lian Jingshan, Hu Yu and others around him, Xiao Qingyun and Ling Wanchen were not present, the former needless to say, he was neither a person from the Yuehe Sect, nor had anything to do with this matter, while Ling Wanchen was summoned by Gong Liangyu five days ago, saying that he wanted to give her a great creation before she sat down, and now she has not returned.

After waiting for the time of the small half of the incense, Nan Songzi, who has always been sitting cross-legged in the center of the altar these days, slowly opened his eyes, only to see that he didn't say a word, got up and pointed to the eight directions three times in a row, and the entire Qianzhang Taoist altar immediately burst out with orange light, isolating the wind and rain, such as opening up a pure land.

The warm sun-like light spread out, dispelling the bleakness caused by the rain a little, and those disciples who were standing behind and cultivating to a lower level couldn't help but look up their faces with comfortable expressions, as if this light made people bask in the sun.

The light is getting stronger and stronger, and in the blink of an eye, it will reflect a radius of hundreds of miles, and it is still expanding outward at an extremely fast speed.

After a while, an extremely heavy yin qi seeped out of the surrounding earth, and under the shocked gaze of everyone, one by one, the souls that could not be seen with the naked eye, but could be captured by the divine sense, flew out of the ground, and they all looked dazed, as if they had lost their memories, but they quickly flew towards the warm and sunny altar with their instincts.