The black flag of the sky suppresses the void. How can a mere mortal escape the ban set by the cultivator?

Not only was Yang Shanshan's family of three running away, but there were also a large number of warriors in the city protecting their family members and running away. But what was waiting for them was the ruthless killing of the demon cultivators!

"Miss, where are you going?"

A demonic cultivator led several people to block the way and looked at Yang Shanshan with a slightly sarcastic voice. His cold voice was extremely cold.

This scene made Yang Shanshan look extremely pale. She could fully feel the power of the cultivator ahead, but there was Sisi in her arms and her mother-in-law behind her. No matter what, she would not allow the closest relatives around her to be harmed.

Chih!

The sword light roared out of the air and stabbed it with a sword. This was Yang Shanshan's desperate attack and the strongest attack, but her cultivation level was not in the Qi Refining Stage, and her attack was just a child's trick in the eyes of this immortal cultivator.

Bang!

The palm shadow broke into the sky, five claws appeared on Yang Shanshan's chest, and a large amount of blood was constantly emitting from her mouth, and she flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

"mother!"

"Shanshan!"

The old and the young exclaimed sadly, and Sisi even threw herself to her mother's side, constantly shaking Yang Shanshan's body, and the tender crying sounded from her mouth.

"Hmph, the ants, take them to the central square and wait for the three adults to prepare for the great blood sacrifice technique."

The demon cultivator snorted coldly, and dozens of Qi-refining cultivators quickly carried the family of three in their hands like chickens. Amid Sisi's tender crying, the family of three was taken to the central square of Qingtian Town.

The same thing happened everywhere in the town, and a large number of mortals were driven to the central square. Three demon cultivators sat cross-legged in the void, looking down at the mortal ants under their feet indifferently, and the words passing through their eyes were bloodthirsty and violent.

...

The third floor private school has a large courtyard, and the shocking sound of killing from the outside world woke Ye Xuan up from his sleep.

Bang!

The door of the room exploded, and several qi-refining cultivators rushed in. When they saw Ye Xuan's old look on the bed, one of the cultivators frowned and said, "This useless old guy has long disappeared. Even if he brings a blood sacrifice, he will have no effect. He will kill him directly."

The cold knife was unsheathed and killed him. Faced with the man's fatal blow, Ye Xuan's eyes were dazed, his brows were even more frowning, and there was no panic on his face, as if he was a cultivator in front of him, and he did not feel any fear at all.

Chih!

The corpse separated, and the sword light shone across the sky. A strong figure suddenly appeared in front of Ye Xuan. The cultivator also turned into a headless corpse and fell in a pool of blood.

"hiss!"

This scene made the other cultivators suck in the air, but before they could take any action, Li Han'er's face was shrill, and the steel knife in her hand danced violently. Within a few breaths, she killed several cultivators who were only at the seventh level of Qi Refining here.

"Uncle Ye, the Demonic Immortal Cultivation Sect is going to slaughter Qingtian Town. You can leave here quickly with Han'er."

After Li Han'er said this, she didn't wait for Ye Xuan to react and directly carried him behind her back, jumped out of the window with a steel knife in her hand, and fled to the town like a desperate attempt.

boom!

Before Li Han'er could escape a hundred feet away, a terrifying palm print suppressed him, and directly collapsed his body, making Ye Xuan's old body cut several feet away in the snow like a rolling gourd.

"Uncle Ye!"

Li Han'er's mouth was bleeding, and his voice was extremely shrill. Regardless of his injuries, he rushed towards the direction where Ye Xuan was, like a crazy tiger.

In the snow.

Ye Xuan's face was pale and there were no scars all over his body, but his breath was extremely weak, which also made Li Han'er's tiger eyes appear in his huge mist.

"Uncle Ye, don't die, don't die." Li Han'er helped Ye Xuan's body up, her voice choked to the extreme, and tears on her face were even more hanging on her cheeks.

Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes and looked at Li Han'er's face full of tears in front of him. His eyes were extremely confused and his heart was deeply touched.

"Han'er, Uncle Ye is fine, don't cry."

"Oh!"

"It seems that you are the cultivator of the ninth level of Qi Refining in Qingtian Town. Unfortunately, you are too weak, but your essence and blood are very strong, and it is also suitable for blood sacrifice."

A sneer was heard, and a young man in a brocade robe was walking towards him. His eyes looked at Ye Xuan and Li Han'er, and he looked extremely disdainful.

"I kill you!"

Li Han'er held the knife in her hand, and the sword light whizzed out.

Unfortunately, he is just the ninth level of Qi Refining. Facing the Golden Pill Cultivator in front of him, how could he be the opponent's opponent?

Bang!

Li Han'er's body flew backwards, with several broken ribs. The young man in the brocade robe sneered and held it in his hand. He didn't even look at Ye Xuan, the lying old man, took Li Han'er to the central square of Qingtian Town.

Obviously, Ye Xuan's old body had no use for his blood and essence in his body, and he was just to kill such ants by himself. This Jindan stage cultivator felt that he had defiled his identity.

at this time!

Ye Xuan struggled to get up from the snow. His eyes were muddy and his trembling body was staggering towards the other party, as if he would fall into the snow at any time and disappear into the world from then on.

The young man in the brocade robe was held in his hand, and a large amount of blood overflowed from Li Han'er's mouth. He looked at Ye Xuan's old and staggering body behind him, and the heart-wrenching sound of crying sounded in the void.

"Uncle Ye, go, go quickly, don't come to Han'er, you must live well."

The cold wind roared, the world was frosty, and the young man in brocade robe had disappeared with Li Han'er in his arms. Only Ye Xuan's old body shivered in the cold wind!

Ye Xuan stared blankly at the direction where the young man in brocade robe disappeared, and Li Han'er's crying sounded faintly in his ears, and his mood was changing inexplicably.

With turbid eyes, old body, and dying life, Ye Xuan forgot who he is, but he did not forget that he is Ye Fan, Li Han'er's uncle, and he can't forget every bit of the past seventy years.

"Han'er can't die, Uncle Ye is here to save you."

Old and hoarse, as if he was so angry, Ye Xuan walked forward in the snow with difficulty, but before he could walk out of about a ft. He fell into the snow again.

Desolate and helpless, lonely and helpless, old and old, old body, and life that are about to die are not enough to support him to move forward in this snowy and cold sky.

His arms trembled, supporting the snow. The cold snow broke Ye Xuan's old hands, but he still stood up from the snow with strength. He broke down a branch, used it as a crutch to support his body, and walked alone in the wind and snow.
Chapter completed!