Overcast clouds, damp after rain.

Sunset is in ruins, with houses collapsing, the ground cracking, and the occasional remnant of flesh.

Everywhere you look, there is a lot of sorrow.

According to Hua Mei, Jun Yanli was in Dusk City and did not go to Dusk City with everyone, so Qing Yuan came to Dusk City and saw this scene.

Qing Yuan had long heard the truth that immortals fought and mortals suffered, but it was the first time he had seen it.

In fact, the earthly battlefield is the same, and the ambitions and decisions of high-level figures in the imperial court determine the life and death of countless soldiers below.

"Kid ......"

He saw a woman in disheveled clothes, as if she had gone mad, looking for her child.

"Daddy...... Mother...... Grandpa ...... "Then I saw a child who was only a few years old, looking for his elders.

There are not many people like this, but not many of them.

Because many people have been evacuated before, and because in the aftermath of the fight, there are not many people who can survive. The city of Twilight is shattered, and many scenes of broken families are presented in front of you.

Qingyuan walked in this twilight city, like purgatory.

For a moment, my thoughts kept wandering.

Suddenly, there was a trembling sound.

A large wall next to it collapsed, and there was a thud, burying the boy who was suitable for the right time.

Qingyuan's face changed slightly, and with a flick of his hand, the wall had been lifted, but the boy inside was already a blur of flesh and blood, but fortunately, he was barely dead. He stepped forward, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the child, and crossed a wave of mana to save his life.

Over there, however, another man was crying, digging through the earth and rocks with his hands, his palms and fingers dripping with blood.

Looking at Kiyohara from afar, similar scenes are not uncommon.

He was silent for a moment, then reached into his arms, and many runes were sandwiched in his hands, and thrown out, landing on the ground and becoming many people.

This is the spell of paper-cutting for horses.

With his current Taoism, the paper figures he has displayed are not inferior even if they have not been carved in wood.

The paper figures scattered, digging around the ruins and rescuing people.

"The elders are urging you to leave as soon as possible. ”

Hua Mei sighed, and the voice came from the bamboo tube.

Qingyuan said calmly: "Don't pay attention to these?"

"Ignore it. Hua Mei said: "Cultivators, their horizons have been raised countless levels, in their eyes, the world is no different from ants, but in order to avoid catastrophes, there are few evils. ”

"Mole ants?" Qing Yuan thought for a moment and said in a low voice: "Before anyone has achieved cultivation, he can be regarded as an ant, and in the eyes of the heavenly immortals, isn't he also an ant?"

Hua Mei said calmly: "I am a flower demon, I don't feel as much as you, but I don't have any sympathy when I see a bunch of ants on the ground." Just like ordinary people, it will not be a pity to see broken branches on the road. ”

Qingyuan smiled and said, "Cultivators are also human, and half of the word immortal is human. ”

Zixiao Daxian is such an immortal.

Ordinary people in the world are also the foundation of cultivators.

"Just leave these paper figures, you go to find Huo Yanli. The old woman's voice came suddenly, obviously from the flower charm, and took the bamboo tube to transmit the sound.

Qingyuan suddenly smiled, and when he was about to speak, there was a sudden flower in front of him, and there was already a person standing.

The man was dressed in a cyan robe, with a tall figure and a sword on his back, looking at his face, he was just a young man, but his eyes were vicissitudes of life, and his temples were white.

"Jun Yanli?"

"Do you recognize me?"

The man in the green shirt raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a little surprise, and said, "I don't know you." ”

"I don't know you either, but for now, let's look at this ...... first"

Qingyuan raised his hand, ran the secret technique of the Huanhua Pavilion, and the trajectory was manifested, revealing a mysterious pattern.

Qingyuan itself didn't know what this pattern represented, however, Jun Yanli looked at this pattern, his eyes suddenly condensed, and his expression was as cold as frost.

There was a wisp of cold aura, like a killing intent, enveloping Qingyuan's body.

Qingyuan's heart was not good, and he secretly said to himself: "He is so murderous, could it be that Huanhua Pavilion is really only trying?"

Jun Yanli said in a deep voice: "Can't the Huanhua Pavilion still recruit male disciples?" It is said that the ancestor of the Huanhua Pavilion is the apprentice of the Southern Heavenly Monarch, but he is a woman. ”

Seeing that he didn't make a move, Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I just got a benefit and came to pass the word." ”

Jun Yanli said: "What do you say?"

Qingyuan threw the bamboo tube over and said, "I don't know, but you can contact the Huanhua Pavilion inside." ”

Jun Yanli took it, infusing mana.

Qingyuan stood in front of him, and saw that the real person's face changed and changed, one moment it was murderous, the next moment it was monstrous, and there was a little relaxation, but the next moment it was murderous.

His breath changed, and the oppressive forces around him were constantly changing.

The ground cracked, and the remnants of the walls shattered.

Qingyuan took a step back and hung the ancient mirror above his head, and the mirror light fell, like glass, isolating all oppressive forces.

After a while, Jun Yanli's face calmed down, but he still had a low meaning, and said, "Remember your words." ”

Qingyuan didn't know what Huanhua Pavilion told him, and he was relieved to see this.

Jun Yanli said and threw the bamboo tube over.

Qingyuan's heart moved, and the light of the ancient mirror flashed slightly, letting the bamboo tube fall into his arms, and he put it away again. In fact, this bamboo tube can contact the flower charm and can explore many things, but after this incident, Qingyuan always felt that it was a hot potato, and he also thought about it, if Jun Yanli took it directly, maybe it would be better, but Jun Yanli finally threw it back.

"That's fine. Qingyuan took the bamboo tube, looked up, and saw that this real person's eyes fell on the ancient mirror above his head, and his expression seemed to change slightly.

Seeing this, Qing Yuan's heart sank, and he said secretly: "Could it be that he saw the extraordinaryness of the ancient mirror?"

Thinking like this, Qingyuan put it in his hand, and the white jade ruler fell on his hand, and the red thunder patterns on the ruler flickered.

However, at this moment, Jun Yanli took his gaze back and took a deep look at Qingyuan.

"I already understand the meaning of Huanhua Pavilion, but there is a lot of mourning here, and the miserable situation is unbearable, and I am dealing with this matter on the order of the national teacher, and I can't leave for the time being. ”

Jun Yanli glanced at it and said, "Your ability to cut paper for horses with one hand is also considered a profound Taoist technique, and at this time, it can produce miraculous results." It's just that you don't have enough Taoism to make the most of this technique......"

Kiyohara roughly understood what he meant, and asked, "The real person wants me to pass on this spell to you?"

Jun Yanli nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Qingyuan's eyes condensed slightly, in fact, this paper-cutting technique for horses is not a secret of Zixiao Palace, and there is also this kind of Taoist technique in the outside world, which is not a secret. Now it is used to save so many lives, and if you want to spread this technique, you have to pass it on.

However, if the other party wants to take away the Dao technique he has learned at the slightest word, it is an unpleasant thing to put on any cultivator.

"Paper-cutting is the art of horses, and it is also considered a profound Taoist technique, which is only spread in some Taoist schools of immortal Taoism. Jun Yanli said calmly: "I will not take it by force, you give me the art of cutting paper as a horse, and I will pass on a book of your own swordsmanship insights." ”

"Swordsmanship?" Qing Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then looked at his white jade ruler, "What I have in my hand is the treasure ruler." ”

"There are many similarities between the ruler and the sword. ”

"Good. (To be continued.) )