The rising sun hangs high, the sun is like fire, the golden light is sprinkled all over the vast land, a vast grassland, the wild grass grows wildly, the emerald green leaves, a gust of wind blows, swaying with the wind, looking at a green piece from afar. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qin Tian stood on the high platform of the hurricane windmill, condescending, looking down on this vast grassland, except for the rustling sound of the wind blowing, it was unusually quiet, and the silence was terrifying.

Xiaoxuan poked her head out slightly from the back seat of the hurricane, looked at Qin Tian's back with a pair of eyes, and said with a vigilant expression, "Fellow Daoist Qin Tian, this place is not far from the Imperial Sword Sect, this place is full of dangers, it is better to be careful"

Qin Tian glanced back, his expression was calm, and he slowly replied, "Fellow Daoist Xiaoxuan, let's recuperate from your injuries first, and the rest of the things will naturally be handled easily, so there is no need to worry."

Xiaoxuan's expression was condensed, frowning slightly, and she thought in her heart, this son didn't even have a panicked look, could he have relied on it?

After finishing speaking, he disappeared from Qin Tian's sight, and about a stick of incense, all the way, unimpeded, calm, and suddenly a pungent smell of blood came to his nose.

Qin Tian frowned slightly, his expression was cloudy, a pair of eyes looked down into the distance, and one picture after another came into view, on the endless vast grassland, the blurred bright red was a little dazzling.

I couldn't help but speed up the escape technique, and galloped forward, a shocking picture came into view, the green weeds were stained with blood, lying full of corpses, one next to the other, the clothes were tattered, stained with mud and blood, and the bright red blood was like a blooming red flower, extremely bright.

Bright red blood flowed out, mixed with the rain, forming a stream, flowing downstream, watering the green weeds, and the corpses lying on the ground were piled up into a small hill, about a foot high, and several werewolves gnawed at the corpses with sharp fangs, and the corners of their mouths were stained with blood.

Qin Tian looked at the scene in front of him dumbfounded, it was obvious that there had been a large-scale war here, and it seemed that there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

"Qin Tian, why is there such a strong smell of blood here" Ao Qing pinched her little nose with her index finger and thumb, and slowly walked out of the back row of the hurricane, saying as she walked.

Ao Qing looked at the corpses all over the field with a pair of eyes, her expression was taken aback, and she said in shock, "There are so many dead people, all piled up into small hills, no wonder the smell of blood is so strong."

When Xiaoxuan heard this, the cemetery walked out of the back seat of the hurricane windmill, and a pair of eyes looked at the tragic scene in front of her, extremely worried, and sighed with tense nerves, "It's still too late, this group of monks are all disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect, and the cult has been driving werewolves to harass, and after a long time, I finally learned that the cult monks rested there, and these monks were sent to attack the enemy camp, but I didn't expect to end up like this."

Aoqing heard this, her expression was calm, seeing Xiaoxuan's depressed appearance, with a hint of comfort, she put her hand on Xiaoxuan's shoulder and said, "Life and death are fate, these are irresistible things, even if you are sad, you can't save these lives, it won't help."

Xiaoxuan's heart was cool and cool, her expression was gloomy, and she lowered her head slightly and said, "Aoqing Daoyou, the little girl is fine, it's just that these are the same disciples of the little girl, and when she sees the corpse wilderness at this moment, it is inevitable that there will be some emotional fluctuations, just human nature."

Qin Tian was stunned, it seemed that he had to hurry up to the Imperial Sword Sect to see how serious the situation was, otherwise he would go on like this, in a daze, a pair of eyes glanced at Ao Qing and said, "Ao Qing, you will help Xiaoxuan Daoyou to the house, so as to relieve your emotions, and now go to the Imperial Sword Sect"

Hearing this, Ao Qing stuck out her tongue at Qin Tian, although there was a dissatisfied look on her cheeks, she was worried about Xiaoxuan in her heart, and she didn't care about it, and said, "Qin Tian, you don't care about anything?"

Qin Tian shook his shoulders, showed a hint of a smile, and said with a rather flat expression, "I won't do this in the next place, I am only responsible for fighting methods, each performing its own duties, and the division of labor is reasonable."

Aoqing stomped her feet quite angrily, then supported Xiaoxuan, turned around and walked towards the back seat of the hurricane, and did not forget to turn around and glared at Qin Tian viciously and said, "Dead Qin Tian, I don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade at all."

Qin Tian didn't bother to care about those, and saw Aoqing's figure slowly disappearing, urging the hurricane windmill to speed away into the distance, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a blue light and disappeared into this vast grassland.

The Imperial Sword Sect, a majestic, majestic, and magnificent giant mountain, stands on the vast grassland like a behemoth, like a giant sword inserted in the vast grassland, making people feel magnificent.

A disciple of the Imperial Sword Sect, with a nervous expression, stood densely on the top of the mountain, looking down at the werewolf under the peak, a large area of black pressure, a woman with an amazing appearance. Sitting in a hall, holding a cup of spiritual tea, pursed his lips, and at this time a pair of eyebrows looked uncertain.

At this moment, a disciple of the Imperial Sword Sect pushed the door in, making a "creaking" sound, walked up to the woman with a panicked expression, clasped his hands into fists, knelt down on one knee and said, "Elder Qi Xiao, the disciple has sent people to look for Senior Sister Xiaoxuan, so far there is no news, it seems that a disciple has seen Senior Sister Xiaoxuan fleeing to the west, could it be that she became a deserter?"

Xiao Yan frowned, looked slightly angry, put the spiritual tea in her hand on the table next to her, and her delicate and white jade hand slapped it on the table hard, and suddenly, the slightest sawdust flew sideways, and the wooden table left a palm print in a blink of an eye, and angrily reprimanded, "Xiao Xuan, as a personal disciple of this seat, how can you slander casually? Not to mention that he is not a deserter, even if he is a deserter?

This disciple's expression trembled, his body trembled, and he clasped his fists with both hands and said, "The disciple understands, and he won't dare to speculate in the future."

Xiao Yan had a lot of thoughts in her heart at this time, and she had already sent people around to find Xiaoxuan, but there was no trace, and now that the war was imminent, it could be said that there were many things, and she didn't have more time to worry about it, so she simply asked, "The cult monks under the wind in Foshan, how are they preparing?

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