Chapter 9 I'm also just here

It turned out that the place where he was at the moment was already an open and flat grass-like existence, which was completely different from what had been seen in the mountains before, with obvious traces of artificial modification, but this trace had already shown signs of chaos, and the vines were gradually growing, and it seemed that they had not been renovated for a while.

In the distance, there was a huge gravel square, and on the north side of the square was a pile of ruins, as if it had once been a gatehouse, but now it had been shattered.

Luofu!

Sword Pie!

It should be four extremely sharp characters connected together, now divided into two large stones, and there are two skeleton-like existences next to them, which have decayed, revealing charred skeletons, as if they had been burned alive.

Fang Junmei was shocked when he saw it!

This must be the mountain gate of the Luofu Sword Sect he is looking for!

But why has it been broken and who did it?

What is the Luofu Sword Sect's sect like at this moment?

Fang Junmei's heart was racing, and his eyes were cast in a farther direction, behind the square, behind the broken mountain gate, a doomsday scene, imprinted into Fang Junmei's eyes.

The verdant mountains are full of ruins and broken walls, traces of fire, sail-like strips of cloth fluttering between the cliffs, and broken mountain rope bridges, which hang down weakly.

This is the first time in Fang Junmei's life that he has seen a Xiuzhen sect, although it is already the appearance of a person after being destroyed, but the shadow of the remaining tall building, the majestic momentum, the soaring and cliff-like ghostly situation, still his eyes trembled, speechless, completely unimaginable, that is what human beings can do.

After staring at it for a while, Fang Junmei forced himself to calm down.

The killing caused by such a catastrophe will definitely not be small, but in the months that he has been on the mountain, he has not noticed it at all, and he can't even hear any sound of fighting, which shows that it has long passed, and there should be no danger on the mountain at this moment.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Junmei finally couldn't suppress the shock in his heart, and walked forward step by step.

......

Walk through the messy grass.

Embark on a broken mountain trail.

There is no obstruction, no human voice.

Fang Junmei stepped directly into a Xiuzhen sect with the body of a mortal, and the scene inside the sect was immediately imprinted in his eyes.

The black bones, the broken bones, the blackened blood, the blood flowing like a river, were everywhere, and the air was filled with a foul stench, as if they had come to Senluo Hell.

And the earth, which should have been flat, was bombarded with huge deep pits, and the blood stains in the pits accumulated a black and thick layer, and there were also broken bones that fell there, and the heads and empty eyes looked at the sky.

The tall palaces have long been destroyed, and many of them are still burned black.

I don't know how long it has been, and there is no flesh and blood in sight, but there are no weeds to bury all this, as if the dead souls still refuse to disperse, and they have to sing a lament for themselves, and cry out a grievance.

The mountain wind whimpered, like crying and complaining!

"Destroy the door, you must be destroyed......"

Fang Junmei stood between those corpses, his face was extremely solemn, all the beautiful fantasies and longings about the immortal theory, at this moment, fell into the cold reality.

Of course, it was impossible for Fang Junmei to know who did it, even if the other party really left any traces, and for this Luofu Sword Sect's immortals, although Fang Junmei grieved for them, it could only be said that was all.

For Fang Junmei himself, he was more depressed, he worked hard, and he didn't know how much he rolled between life and death, and finally found the Luofu Sword Sect, but the other party was wiped out, which was undoubtedly another blow.

Fang Jun's brow was bitter.

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Junmei finally walked around between the bones to find it.

This thing of making a dead man's fortune, although it is not good, but if it can help Fang Junmei set foot on the immortal road, he doesn't mind doing it, anyway, it is already an ownerless thing, so why be too pedantic.

......

Soon, Fang Junmei found a few broken swords, which had long been rusted and could no longer be used.

The time was already setting in the west, and the Luofu Sword Sect, which had been destroyed, was once again covered with a layer of blood-like red light, which became more and more sad and miserable.

Fang Junmei, who was ragged and covered in blood, looked among the bones, and it didn't look abrupt at all.

Suddenly, as if hearing something, Fang Junmei's ears moved, raised his head, and looked in the direction of the sky.

Whoosh –

The sound of breaking the sky, as if there were a hundred ways, came from the clouds above the top of the mountain. It seems to be mixed with some kind of birdsong and beast roar, like a phantom sound.

At first, it was still very weak, but gradually it grew bigger and clearer.

Fang Jun's eyebrows looked at the sky, and he was stunned again, revealing a look of shock.

I saw that in the clouds and mist, a series of figures suddenly fell, men and women, young and old, all of them were beautiful and unfathomable.

Someone stepped on a white cloud.

Someone stepped on the sword light.

Someone strode in vain.

There are people riding immortal birds and beast-like existences, and there are at least nearly a hundred, all of which are legendary immortals. Judging from the direction and position they came from, it should be four groups of people.

Fang Junmei saw such a grand scene for the first time, and instantly froze there, speechless.

After everyone arrived, they first glanced at the Luofu Sword Sect that had been destroyed, and many people showed a look of shock and grief on their faces, and after moving their eyes for a moment, they all fell on Fang Junmei's body.

Fang Junmei stepped on the Xiuzhen stage for the first time.

On such an occasion, so many sharp eyes were greeted. The feeling of coldness all over his body suddenly arises, like being pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows.

......

The remnant sun is like blood, shining on this piece of ruins, on Fang Jun's eyebrows in the ruins, and even more on the immortal who looks down on him.

The mighty wind swept up, swaying Fang Jun's eyebrows, and he looked more and more depressed and down.

"I'm just here, too!"

Fang Junmei grimaced, and whispered, knowing that in such a situation, there would definitely be a big misunderstanding today.

The immortals who surrounded the bamboo heard Fang Junmei's words clearly, but they didn't have half of their expressions.

"Little thief, which of the five sects of the Demon Dao are you that dare to do such a cruel and inhumane slaughter of the mountain?"

Someone preemptively spoke up to break the silence.

The immortal who spoke was a young man among the four groups of people who stepped on the sword light.