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There is no doubt who that kid is.

But no one paid attention to the Son of All Saints, everyone was just focused on looking around.

A hundred miles away, the figures were in chaos. When the flames arrived, the flesh and blood flew everywhere. In a blink of an eye, groups of figures gathered in one direction. Suddenly, the flames flashed and thunder roared. The broken limbs and broken arms flew into the air. The crowd was panicked and scattered, but they were unwilling to give up. They continued to gather and chase, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right, like a bunch of dark clouds gathered and stormed in the wind and snow. After a moment, the flames flashed again, and with the loud rumbling sound, countless corpses fell into the air.

This was repeated over and over again, perhaps because the siege was fruitless and could not bear the killing, and the gatherings retreated one after another. A young man appeared in the air. After he got rid of the siege, he circled in the air like a demonstration, and then walked through the wind and snow toward Yan Valley.

After a few breaths, the figures became closer and closer.

He has a jade crown on his head, a pretty face, a starry eyebrow, and a bad spirit between his eyebrows, but he has a smile on his lips and an unrestrained expression. He clearly means the "boy" called by the Son of All Saints, or Wujiu or Mr. Wu.

Whether it was Wan Shengzi, Gui Chi, Park Caizi, and Mu Tianyuan, they all stared at him in a daze, each with emotion and wanting to speak speechless.

"Hey!"

Wujiu didn't think much about it, stopped the momentum, waved his hand, and sent a message: "You two, come out--"

In an instant, two figures emerged from the snow field in the distance. They were two flying immortal masters from the original world, Ming Xinzi and Jian Xin.

Everyone was stunned again.

Park Caizi and Mu Tianyuan were surprised and raised their hands to greet them—

"Brother Wujiu..."

"Well, it'll be fine if you come back..."

Ming Xinzi and Jian Xin got closer. Wujiu smiled at the two of them, then turned around and finally realized the abnormality.

"Hey, why are they all dead?"

"this……"

"Mr. No..."

"snort!"

Park Caizi and Mu Tianyuan hesitated and said nothing; Long Que and Hu Daozi changed their eyes and raised their hands to greet each other. However, Wan Shengzi snorted and said angrily: "You have only found two people for more than 20 days, but you have caused Lao Wan to suffer..."

"How do you say this?"

Wujiu was a little confused and interrupted directly: "I went out for a hard time. Finally, I found two heads of Yu Qingzi and Lu Zong and many family disciples. In order to meet Yan Gu's fellow disciples, Ming Xinzi and Jian Xin took the lead. I went to Lei Gang Valley in Xuankun County. When I returned, I was chased by Bijie, so I was delayed for two days. I met Ming Xinzi and Hard on the way, and only then did I know that Yan Gu was trapped, so I looked for an opportunity to force the gods to retreat..."

Before he finished speaking, Park Caizi and Mu Tianyuan were already mixed with emotion—

"Brother, have you found Yu Qingzi and Lu Zong?"

"I still have disciples surviving in my original world..."

Gui Chi and Wan Shengzi were also surprised.

"No wonder Bijie did not show up, which left Yangu still with a breath..."

"What Lei Gang Valley..."

Wujiu saw everyone's expressions and said suspiciously: "Everyone, what happened to Yangu?"

Park Chae-zi shook her head and reached out to signal—

"And return to the valley, it's not too late for you and I to talk about it in detail!"

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Yangu.

On the hillside.

Stand quietly without blame.

The cave in front of him was not repaired. The collapsed pile of rocks still emitted a faint blood. The corners of his eyes twitched slightly and he slowly turned around.

More than ten feet away, there were crowds of figures gathered. Among them were Wan Shengzi, Gui Chi, Long Que, Hu Daozi, Zhongquan, Zhang Yuanzi, Qi Huan, Lu Zhongni and other cultivators in the original world, as well as twenty-seven ghost witches, and seven disciples of the demon clan. However, many familiar faces were missing, especially...

His eyes flew past the people present and looked at the entire valley. Where once lush grass and trees are now full of snow and frost.

In the mess, there were thousands of panic figures. Although they were reborn after the disaster, they could not see a smiling face.

Alas, how could this be?

After only twenty days, Yan Gu, which had a strong defense, was beyond recognition.

After he grabbed the Thunder Stone and destroyed the Lei Gang Valley, he did not dare to delay. He immediately returned the same way, but he did not expect that the Lei Gang Valley would alarm Bijie. The elder of Xuan Kun County led his men to block the attack along the way. Fortunately, he was quite cautious and was in danger along the way. He happened to meet Ming Xinzi and Jian Xin and learned that Yan Valley was besieged and difficult to get close. He led the two back the same way and forced the pass. Unexpectedly, the difficulty of Yan Valley was far beyond his imagination.

Wujiu was silent for a moment and walked down the hill with his hands on his back.

"Mr. Wu, the senior official almost couldn't see you..."

Among the crowd, high-ranking officials were calling.

The strong man was supported by two brothers and said sadly and looked sad.

Wujiu pursed his lips, nodded, and then stepped on Xueshuang and continued to move forward alone.

After passing the hillside, there is a bumpy valley bottom. The path through the valley bottom is the end of the valley.

Wujiu did not display his cultivation and settled calmly.

A string of crooked footprints were left on the snow behind him. After a moment, his expression subsided.

At the end of the valley is a meadow.

There was a small mound between the grass. Next to the mound was Bing Ling'er. She seemed to have not noticed the movement behind her and stood alone. Her petite back and white clouds seemed to be integrated with the snow and frost, the same loneliness and silence, the same coldness and coldness.

"Ling'er..."

Wujiu called softly.

The person sitting alone had a slightly trembling back and slowly turned around. Her pale and tired face was heartbreaking.

"Brother Wei... I'm late..."

Wujiu looked at the mound on the grass, his eyes darkened, he raised his head and sighed quietly.

In an instant, a figure rushed over. He did not dodge, and let the other party crash into his arms. In an instant, the sarcasm sounded-

"Woooo, senior brother is gone..."

Bing Ling'er, who had been silent for several days, always showed her coldness, and seemed extremely stubborn and arrogant. Suddenly, her mind that had been struggling to hold on suddenly collapsed. The sadness that had been enduring for a long time erupted like a flood.

"Senior brother took me to grow up, passed on my cultivation level, tried to save me several times, and carefully protected me for decades, but now I die because of me, wuwu..."

Wujiu reached out to hug each other and listened to Ling'er continue crying—

"Senior brother treats me deeply and sincerely. I regard him as my brother and father. But he has not yet been repaid, and he has died..."

Wei Shang is dead.

This was the most unbelievable bad news that Wujiu had learned after returning to Yangu.

And the mound that buried Wei Shang's corpse was in front of him.

"If you hadn't returned late, how could your senior brother die tragically? You'd give my senior brother the order..."

Crying before he could stop, Bing Ling'er broke free from her arms and punched her fists.

Wujiu stood still, looking guilty.

Yes, if he returns in time, even if he cannot save the original family, he will at least help Wei Shang and more people survive. The sinister and vicious elders of the gods are far beyond his imagination.

He still couldn't relieve his hatred when he waved his fist and beat him. Bing Ling'er held Wujiu's arm again, opened her mouth and bit it hard, and blood flowed out.

"You...why did you put away your magic power..."

Bing Ling'er hurriedly let go, tears falling.

Wujiu didn't say anything, walked up to the mound, then knelt on his knees, and took out a jar of wine to crush it. The splashing wine instantly soaked in snow frost, and a few drops of blood, dripping along his arm to the ground...

Bing Ling'er stopped crying and was slightly surprised.

Logically speaking, Wujiu and Senior Brother Wei Shang are good friends and brothers of peers, and he shouldn't have performed this great gift. But he saw him grabbing the broken wine jar and slowly spoke: "In the battle of Baixitan, Brother Wei carried me on his back, escaped from the siege and saved my life; Brother Wei of Xinghai Sect in Hezhou, accompanied me to stay with me for three years, and led the brothers of the Yue clan to fight and help me relieve my worries; and now Ling'er is suffering from a death disaster, Brother Wei sacrifices his life to save me. Brother Wei's kindness is high and the earth is strong, but he cannot repay me. Please give me a bow!"

He raised the broken wine jar, drank the residual wine, then threw the wine jar, and bowed heavily with his hands on the ground.

"Wujiu..."

Bing Ling'er was so sad that she couldn't suppress her sadness, and tears surging in her eyes.

Wujiu raised his head and sat on the ground. His eyes were red. He said to himself: "If Ling'er is ill, what should I do? But losing Brother Wei again makes people feel even more heartbroken. I have no choice but to do anything about life and death..."

"I buried Sister Zheng here together... and that set of Kuilong Armor, with her bunch of hair..."

"Miss Zheng sacrifices her life for love, which is admirable. It is my duty to worship her on behalf of Brother Wei!"

"I was the one who hurt her..."

Bing Ling'er snuggled up to Wujiu and sat down. Before she finished speaking, she felt guilty and tears flowed.

"well……"

The small mound is only three feet tall, covered with frost, desolate and simple. This small mound is buried with a flying fairy master and a female foundation-building cultivator. The two people who were hard to meet were accidentally returned to each other by chance.
To be continued...