The sky was full of blood raining down on Gu Yusheng's face, and the scene of Xuan Jizi holding a sword to slay the demon was still lingering in his mind.

Wherever they looked, they were all guests fleeing in all directions. The disaster at Qingyun Sect had nothing to do with them. They just wanted to escape as soon as possible and fight for a chance of survival.

Gu Yusheng could understand, after all, many of them were mortals.

But.

Most of the escaping lights flying towards the outside of the mountain gate in the sky were disciples of the Qingyun Sect.

Even some of the Qingyun Sect elders.

once.

These people stood under the Demon Suppression Monument, pointing at Gu Bai's sword and cursing angrily.

now.

But they escaped without a trace of guilt.

Gu Yusheng held the sword tightly in his hand.

Everyone is running away.

He can also escape.

But he had no such idea.

He couldn't escape, and he didn't want to escape.

With a movement of his fingers, the wooden sword in his hand rose into the air and killed several first-order monsters dozens of meters away, causing blood to splash to the ground.

The hot blood splashed on the bodies of several mortal children, who stood there in panic.

There was a father and a mother who screamed heart-breakingly, trying to fight for a little chance of survival for their children, willing to fall into the tiger's mouth. Those cries were so clear to Gu Yusheng's ears.

Buzz!

He recalled the shuriken.

Use sword control skills again.

The fierce sword energy killed each monster.

He keeps moving forward.

In front of him and at his feet, there were fellow disciples who died tragically.

But Gu Yusheng had no sympathy at all.

He just didn't want to hear the sound of children crying, so he yelled at the children who were separated from their parents: "Run, run to the Demon Suppressing Monument, you will be safe there!"

However, those children had no idea where the Demon Suppression Monument was.

"Follow me."

Gu Yusheng cut off the head of a tiger demon with one sword and saved a child.

He was running in a hurry before, but now, he slowed down and let the children behind him catch up one by one. He shuttled among the raging and murderous monsters, cutting a path with the wooden sword in his hand.ъìqυgΕtv.

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His white robe was dyed red little by little.

The number of children behind him grew from a few to dozens.

Their bodies were also dyed red by the demon blood, and their young faces were dyed red.

But they finally stopped crying.

He followed Gu Yusheng obediently.

The road leading to the Demon Suppression Monument is usually not far away. For the monks, it only takes a few dozen breaths.

But Gu Yusheng has been gone for a long, long time.

It was so long that his sword-wielding hand began to feel sore and numb.

He had no time to pay attention to the screams, running sounds and roars coming and going in Qingyun Sect.

He only knew that the right thing to do was to walk towards the Demon Suppression Monument.

But his eyes did not look at the Demon Suppression Monument.

He was staring at the sword.

That sword of protection.

It still stands calmly in front of the Demon Suppressing Monument.

The blood of practitioners and the blood of monsters are all splashed on it.

But no monster dared to come close.

"Children, come here."

Gu Yusheng finally led nearly a hundred children to the standing sword.

"Don't wander around."

Gu Yusheng patted the youngest child, turned around and stared at the sword: "It will protect you."

"good."

The child nodded obediently, his eyes particularly bright and pure: "Brother, I want my dad to come here too."

Gu Yusheng nodded.

The child raised his hands and kept shouting loudly: "Daddy, come here!"

Other children also shouted loudly, their voices trembling.

Some of their parents heard the sound and ran over in panic.

Together with the children, weeping uncontrollably.

There are also children whose voices never receive a response, and who look blankly at the chaotic world.

Gu Yusheng held a wooden sword and stood in front of the sword standing quietly.

A smile gradually appeared on his face.

For three years.

He had never had such a relieved smile before.

He is powerless to save the common people.

but.

He found a reason to draw the sword.

The tall figure of my father.

It became more and more clear in his memory.

Gu Yusheng held the sword in his hand.

Kill the demon again.

There are many first-level and second-level monsters, but they are not Gu Yusheng's enemies at all.

One by one, the monsters drank from the sword and died.

Finally, Gu Yusheng's killing.

Attracted the attention of powerful monsters.

A fourth-level monster tiger lion silently attacked Gu Yusheng from behind at an extremely fast speed.

Gu Yusheng did not turn around. He raised the wooden sword in his hand with his backhand, and a green sword energy turned into a lotus, trapping the fourth-level monster in the green lotus.

Bang.

Like the sound of a broken jade vase.

A powerful fourth-level monster was instantly killed by Gu Yusheng.

This scene.

It was seen by many disciples and elders of Qingyun Sect.

They came back to their senses as if they had just woken up from a dream. Some of them looked at Gu Yusheng in a strange way. They gritted their teeth and chose to escape through the path Gu Yusheng had taken without any sense of guilt.

When several Qingyun Sect disciples passed by Gu Yusheng, they pretended not to see Gu Yusheng.

However, there were also disciples with expressions of shame and anger on their faces, who finally plucked up the courage, drew their swords, and fought with the monsters.

Gu Yusheng sheathed his sword numbly.

Does Qingyun Sect like this still have a future?

He doesn't know.

At least his fellow disciples were not worthy of him drawing his sword to save him.
To be continued...