Qingli, Murong Yu, and Zhang Jiajia were given the task of rescuing the injured humans and demon beasts who had been kept in captivity. So the three of them kept walking along the edge of the battlefield into the circle, trying to see the people who needed their help as quickly as possible.

Although their group of people came in time, in fact, the demon cultivators and the night demon clan had already slaughtered some people and demon beasts. Demon cultivators and the night demon clan are already cruel, and their needs are different, so they are simply cruel to the people and demon beasts they have in captivity. It is often said that killing people is not enough. But along the way, Qingli found that none of the corpses that fell to the ground were intact. Qingli even saw that some of the corpses were already missing internal organs. Qingli had never seen such a bloody scene in her two lives. The smell of blood in the air now made her nauseous, but she still managed to keep her eyes open and look around for survivors.

Qingli has always known that the cultivation realm is not as beautiful as it seems, and it can even be said to be the most cruel place. But what I knew before was only a rough impression of the information I had learned from the word of mouth of my elders and the information I had seen in books. And now, this point of view is deeply rooted in Qingli's bones. Qingli is a human being in two lives, and his mind is too Buddhist. She rarely gets angry, and she never gets angry and doesn't have reason. But at this moment, Qingli felt that there was a fire burning in her chest, burning hot, and she was about to kill desperately. However, Qingli's cultivation did not make her lose her mind. She also knows what her mission is. She looked to the side, Murong Yu exuded cold anger all over his body, but he still endured it. Zhang Jiajia's eyes were red at the moment, and she still insisted on the search and rescue mission.

Qingli searched the land of corpses and flesh. Each of them had a heavy heart in their hearts, and they all suppressed a wave of anger. They desperately want to find a survivor, because only then can they ease the anger in their hearts and divert all their attention from anger and hatred. At this time, a faint moan reached Qingli's ears. The voice was particularly faint, so insignificant in a land filled with the sound of swords intersecting. But it rang like a morning bell and a dusk drum in Qingli's heart. Qingli looked over there in surprise and found that the bodies of the two adults were stacked there. Qingli swept it with her divine sense, only to find that there were signs of life under them. Qingli quickly ran over and picked up the bodies of the two adults. However, the small figure that appeared in front of her made Qingli's eyes red.

"Hurry! Zhang Jiajia come here, there are people here waiting for help!" Qingli ignored the image for the first time, and did not use the Buddha Yuan Power bonus, but only shouted with his throat.

Zhang Jiajia and Murong Yu, who had not found survivors for a long time, ran over quickly. However, the little man lying in front of Qingli made them want to cry. This is a little girl who is only five years old. Her limbs twisted at incredible angles. Her face was scratched, her two eye sockets were blurred with blood, and her eyeballs seemed to have been pulled out alive. Her stomach was cut open, and her liver was missing. It can be seen that the two adults who just pounced on her failed to really protect her. Zhang Jiajia took her pulse, and then cried: "If you scratched her, the Night Demon Clan must have practiced evil skills." It has a great deal of toxicity on its claws. It's all very wicked and tricky, and it can make this little girl hurt to death. I can't cure this poison, because I need the Ice Pole Fire Lotus as a medicine. She won't be able to make it to us. ”

Zhang Jiajia whimpered, while Qingli and Murong Yu were silent. If it weren't for the twisting of her limbs, the little girl would have been rolling on the ground in pain. But now her body is also trembling. At this time, Murong Yu aimed the sword in his hand at the little girl.

"What do you want to do?" Zhang Jiajia exclaimed, and wanted to pounce to stop Murong Yu.

Qingli grabbed Zhang Jiajia, shook his head and said to Murong Yu: "Amitabha, this sin is borne by the poor monk and you. ”

Murong Yu's eyes were full of coldness, and a hint of warmth flashed. He quickly drew his sword and ended the little girl's life. At this time, Zhang Jiajia also understood the intentions of Qingli and Murong Yu. The little girl had no chance of being saved. Instead of watching her die in pain, it is better to let her go happily. But the responsibility for killing her was borne by Qingli and Murong Yu.

In fact, it is inevitable that people's hands will be stained with blood during cultivation. And in the eyes of cultivators, the life of a mere ordinary person is nothing. But Zhang Jiajia knows that his two friends are not people who treat mortal life as a mustard. They will not be condemned for doing so. But they can't get past that level in their hearts. Qingli is a Buddhist cultivator, so let's not say it. Murong Yu, a sword cultivator who aspires to become a strong man, has never pointed his sword at an innocent weakling. And today, he broke his convention of not killing the weak. How intense the struggle and pain in his heart would be. And as a Buddhist cultivator, not only did he not prevent his friends from killing the weak, but he had a supportive attitude, how sad Qingli should be in his heart. Zhang Jiajia thought about Qingli's move to stop him just now, and felt that the person who knew Murong Yu the most in the world might be Qingli. As their friend, he suspected Murong Yu at the first time. Now that I think about it, I'm so far behind them. Zhang Jiajia feels how lucky it is to have a best friend in the world who believes in you and understands you. He can't be their best friend now. But luckily they became friends. He will work hard but become their best friend.

Zhang Jiajia took a deep breath and said, "I can't be saved when I die, and I have to bear this sin together." ”

Qingli listened and knew that Zhang Jiajia had figured it out. Qingli felt a little relieved in her heart. It's so close to the battlefield that there are few survivors. Qingli and the three of them immediately went deeper into the circle. The masters of both sides are now fighting on the periphery of the circle, but this does not mean that there are no slaughterers in the circle. They all knew very well that both the Demon Cultivator and the Night Demon Clan respected the strong, and their internal hierarchies were strict. The people and monsters in the circle were like lambs to the slaughter to them, and those masters were not so much here to slaughter as to prevent the righteous monks from encircling and suppressing them. It's just that they didn't expect that the people who came to encircle them would come so quickly. Just now, there were no Demon Cultivators and Night Demon Clans on the battlefield that were lower than the Jindan Stage Cultivation, and Qingli didn't believe that the combat power of their entire clan was so high. Those minions must have entered the circle a long time ago. Qingli and the others began to secretly hate that they had just lost their cool by the tragic scene, and actually only put the search and rescue scope in that small area, ignoring that there were more lives waiting for their rescue.

Qingli released the wooden fish, pulled Murong Yu and Zhang Jiajia up, and flew quickly towards the depths of the circle.