Author: Li Ju Yu Wu Zhi

"It's really true. Are you here?"

Li Qingshan walked to the window with a pale face.

The people in Chang'an looked at the sky above the academy in great fear.

The rolling dark clouds are scattered around the eyeballs, as if they are covering up something more terrifying behind.

The white of that giant eyeball seems to be the purest light in the world, but his pupils are the most terrifying darkness in the world.

At the junction of black and white, countless blood-red thunder and lightning are extending, making the eyeballs look particularly ferocious.

Strong pressure fell on the entire capital, houses collapsed, and the people were pressed to the ground.

'hold head high'!

A red bird whose whole body was burning with flames woke up from the city gate, and then split into two. Their high-pitched chirping broke the mountains of pressure on people.

Yan Se stood on the top of the bell tower on Zhuque Street, holding a pestle.

"Both horizontally and vertically, they are both wells!"

The flames driven by the tails of the two Suzakus were like clouds on the horizon. One flew from the West City to the East City, and the other flew from the South City to the North City. Repeatedly, a "well" talisman was drawn to protect the capital.

Yan Se's eyes were determined at this moment, and his mental power was crazily poured into the formation, but his heart was worried about the mountain behind the academy that was really affected by the disaster.

"Disciple, don't worry!"

Muyou and Fan Yue jointly launched a cloud formation to resist the pressure from the eyeball in the sky. Blood bleeded from the corners of their mouths, and the embroidered handkerchiefs and mountains and rivers shook violently in the air.

At this moment, Jun Mo was pressed deeply into the ground and unable to move under the gaze of his eyes. His rectangular sword fell to the side, as if it would be broken into pieces at any time.

Han Ye stood under the gaze of the Eye of Haotian holding a sword, the black wooden sword in his hand shining with light.

Jun Mo looked at Han Ye's back with difficulty and saw an illusory figure standing behind Han Ye.

A figure who was invincible and killed all over the world.

Ke Haoran!

"For God's sake, you thief, you must die!"

The figure behind Han Ye slashed out a sword, and Han Ye also waved his hand numbly and slashed out a sword.

The vitality of heaven and earth within a ten-mile radius was instantly sucked dry, and boundless power was concentrated on this sword.

I saw the sword light dazzling and threatening, heading towards the sky.

In Jun Mo's eyes, the world was only white. A hand was placed on his shoulder, and the white sleeves protected him in the middle.

The world around them seemed to be shattering in an instant, and endless roars echoed in everyone's ears.

Thunder and lightning are roaring, and the storm is raging.

Everything is alternating between light and dark.

When Jun Mo opened his eyes again, he was floating in the air, and floating with him were thirteen other people, including other disciples and the scholar.

Everyone is protected within the ball of light.

The sky returned to calm, and the eyeballs had left.

Jun Mo looked down and saw countless smoke and dust filling the air below.

Academy, second floor.

Turned into ruins.

The eye pestle in Yan Se's hand fell off and fell to the ground. His body trembled slightly and fell. Yan Se felt in his heart that something seemed to have left him forever.

"No...no...impossible!"

Yan Se, with her long gray hair messy, rushed down the bell tower and ran towards the academy with unsteady steps.

The Master is suspended in the sky, his fists hidden in his long sleeves trembling constantly.

"teacher···"

Everyone slowly fell towards the broken rocks.

"Han Ye...Han Ye! Han Ye!"

Chen Pipi's trembling shouts grew louder and louder. He rushed towards the pile of rocks like crazy, trying to dig out Han Ye's body.

A trace of blood appeared under the huge stone, and Chen Pipi punched the stone in front of him into pieces.

The smoke and dust dispersed.

Chen Pipi stood up and turned around.

In his arms was a big white goose that was crushed beyond recognition and with dried blood.

The autumn wind blew through everyone, but cut their skin like a blade.

"Give it to me."

Jun Mo stepped forward to take it with red eyes, Muyou's tears couldn't stop pouring out in an instant, and she burst into tears.

Chen Pipi turned around and looked at the entire destroyed back mountain.

He didn't dare to step forward.

He was afraid that the next body dug up would be that person.

"Why?" Chen Pipi's voice was very soft.

"Why did Junior Uncle appear there!" Chen Pipi's voice became cold and stern.

"Why!!!"

"Pippi." Yu Lian stepped forward to comfort him, but was stopped by Master.

The master raised his hand, and a bright yellow wooden thread floated out from the ruins into his hand. It was the remnant of Ke Haoran's wooden sword.

"Ke Haoran's obsession? Even I have never noticed it." The wood silk turned into fly ash with the wind and dissipated in the air.

"Ke Haoran is really a madman!" Chen Pipi's eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted angrily at his master.

The master frowned, waved his hand lightly, and a wooden stick appeared above Chen Pipi's head. With a light tap, Chen Pipi closed his eyes and fell down.

A figure suddenly appeared behind Chen Pipi and supported him.

"Teacher, the drunkard has escaped." Li slowly hugged Chen Pipi and looked dejectedly at all the abandoned things around him.

The Master took a deep breath, closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Find a place for him to sleep."

Li nodded slowly and disappeared with Chen Pipi.

"Disciple, where is my disciple?"

Yan Se's voice came from far and near.

"Ye'er, don't play hide and seek with me!"

"How about we play again next time!"

Everyone looked at Yan Se digging at the rubble with his hands covered in blood, and their expressions were sad and ugly.

"Master."

Yan Se trotted to the Master, wiped away his tears with his bloody hands, and forced a smile.

"Master, can you see my disciple?"

There was chaos in Chang'an, with babies crying and women calling for help filling the streets.

Xiling.

Headmaster Xiong Chumo sat on the main seat and laughed wildly.

"That country without faith has finally been punished by heaven!"

"Just like Ke Haoran who was punished by heaven back then, those people in the academy should have died long ago."

Wei Guangming and the Great Priest Tianyu stood below, looking incomprehensible.

"Why do you want to kill the Son of Light, Haotian? Am I wrong? Please tell me."

The great priest Tianyu shook his head.

"The number of days has changed greatly. I'm afraid the world will suffer a catastrophe!"

Ye Hongyu holds a scroll with the word "日" in his hand.

She flipped back and forth and still couldn't find the person's name.

With a soft cry, Ye Hongyu mounted his horse and flew away in the direction of the Tang Dynasty.

Yan Se sat among the rocks, laughing and crying.

A flash of whiteness spread from the roots of his hair to his entire head in an instant.
To be continued...