Inversion, confusion, distortion, darkness...

When everything returned to calm, a ray of light finally came into Dan's small eyes.

He looked up numbly and saw the majestic blue-black city wall not far away.

Someone in the city seemed to have noticed his appearance, and hurriedly flew over and landed in front of him.

"Senior Dan?"

The person who came was a young cultivator in the realm of enlightenment. Dan Xiaoxiao vaguely felt that the person looked familiar, but his thoughts were in chaos and he could hardly think.

"Senior Dan, are you okay?" The young cultivator quickly helped him up and retreated into the city.

"Quickly...save people..." Almost relying on the last remaining instinct, Dan Xiaoxiao squeezed out a few vague words.

"Are you...rescuing someone?" The young cultivator was stunned and quickly asked, "Who are you saving?"

"Help..." Dan Xiao's words stopped abruptly.

Because he suddenly realized that Murong Xin'er, who was surrounded by many puppets, could not hold on for long, and whether considering the overall situation or the consequences, the command office would not let more people die for a slim hope.

, not to mention the rescued person... will soon become a new puppet.

This is war, this is reality.

He knew that sooner or later these things would happen to him, but when the moment actually came, Dan Xiaoxiao still felt an indescribable sadness.

He can't save anyone, not even himself.

"Senior?" The young cultivator thought he hadn't heard clearly and moved closer.

Dan Xiaoxiao took a deep breath. At the last moment before he was about to fall into darkness, the dark gray in his eyes finally faded, and he gained unprecedented clarity, even though this clarity came so bitterly and cruelly.

"Quick...walkie-talkie...Bei Ran..."

He no longer cared about names or logic, he just wanted to express his meaning as quickly as possible incoherently.

"But I can't contact him..." The young cultivator understood what he meant. After a second of distress, he slapped his forehead. He immediately asked another person next to him to borrow a walkie-talkie and hurriedly pressed the first light spot.

At this time, many people had gathered around, anxiously trying to help Dan Xiaoxiao up, but he slowly and forcefully refused.

"This...this..."

After a brief silence, Bei Ran's deep voice came: "What's the matter? If it's not very urgent, I'll report it later."

"I am... Dan Xiaoxiao, listen to me, I may not have much time..."

There were obviously many people around, but Dan Xiaoxiao felt colder and colder, even so cold that her teeth trembled uncontrollably.

Bei Ran seemed stunned and immediately asked: "Where are you?"

"At the city gate." The young cultivator answered for him.

"I'm coming, just hold on!" Bei Ran said decisively, and there was no sound from the intercom.

…

It seemed that in just a blink of an eye, Bei Ran appeared under the city gate.

She raised her head and glanced at the dark gray sky, pursed her lips tightly and came to Dan Xiaoxiao, and the crowd consciously separated.

"How did the mutation happen?" Beiran squatted down and tried to press Dan's small pulse, but the latter dodged it.

He coughed and said: "We...blood conflicts..."

Bei Ran then remembered this fatal problem, silently clenched his hands, and then loosened them weakly.

"The first echelon...should have been completely wiped out."

Dan Xiaoxiaoqiang regained his energy. Since he couldn't summon any spiritual power or soul power to transmit the sound, he could only try to speak more smoothly: "The second echelon, maybe... there are not many survivors. Even if they are still alive, it is best to

, that is, just like me, lingering..."

Bei Ran didn't interrupt him to ask anything, just lowered his eyes and listened quietly.

"These puppets will devour the flesh, blood and strength of living people. I suspect that this kind of devouring has a limit. When it reaches the limit... they will self-destruct, then contaminate and parasitize..."

"I didn't see any trace of the Taoist cultivators, not a single one, just the dark gray power in the puppet's body... It's extremely polluting. Anyway, the true Taoist realm can't resist it. It can only delay the time of being transformed into a puppet. It

It is almost a kind of power of Tao..."

At some unknown time, Yun Mengdie also came and stood aside with a solemn expression.

Dan Xiaoxiao described in great detail, speaking faster and faster as he spoke, and his condition seemed to be improving, but Bei Ran's expression became increasingly sad.

"Miss Murong and some other Immortal Realm masters should still be fighting hard at this moment, but..." Dan Xiaoxiao paused and smiled bitterly: "I know, I shouldn't have mentioned it, but if there is any chance,

…”

"They will be fine." Yun Mengdie looked into his eyes and said seriously.

"Really... that's good..." Dan Xiaoxiao smiled, his pupils were completely occupied by dark gray, and his body no longer trembled, "I've finished saying what needs to be said, don't delay, otherwise

real……"

"You, if you persist a little longer, you will be able to find a solution." Beiran gritted his teeth.

"Don't be sad, this is... my destiny... just do it..."

Dan Xiaoxiao slowly closed his eyes, wondering if it was an illusion before sinking into the darkness. His last vision was no longer a dead dark gray, but a flash of bright red.

…

The bright red color suddenly appeared from nowhere and covered most of the sky in an instant.

Murong Xin'er, who was half-kneeling on the ground, struggled to raise her head. She was surrounded by more than a dozen puppets who had been severely injured by her. Their power had been completely defeated, but they were still struggling to get up from the ground.

Looking into the distance, there are still some cultivators with dark gray eyes and empty expressions approaching, once again forming a flawless encirclement.

Murong Xin'er stood up unsteadily, supporting herself with the tip of the knife, and suddenly felt a chill on her face.

What is it? Is it raining?

She stretched out her hand and wiped it, only to see a faint water stain on her palm, showing a light red color.

However, the water stain was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and seemed to seep into her skin in an instant.

It was as if the clear sunlight penetrated the layers of obstacles and shone on the dark gray snow.

Suddenly the ice melted and the snow melted, and the sky became clear and clear.

In just a minute or two, there was no trace of the dark gray stain in her body anymore, but... the light red mist did not dissipate, but blended into every corner.

Obviously speaking of aggressiveness, this red mist is more domineering than the dark gray power. It greedily eats up the power left by the latter and controls every trace of the mysterious power. But for some reason, Murong Xin'er calmed down instead.

Come down.

Maybe it's because, at this juncture, she has nothing to lose.

The feeling of coldness and weakness quickly subsided, and Murong Xin'er once again regained the strength expected of an Immortal Realm master. The renewed cycle, tainted by the red mist, seemed to be even better than before.

She looked around. The "puppet" cultivators who had gathered around them stopped at some point and stood there blankly. Their eyes returned to their normal brown-black color, but they still looked dull and empty.

They have no signs of life, and only this corpse-like body remains.

What supports them standing here is just the power of the red mist, or perhaps, a few strands of obsession that have not yet dissipated.

After a moment of silence, these "corpses" slowly started to move.

No one directed or ordered them. They gathered together silently, with a fixed distance between each other, forming the most skilled battle formation, and there was no chaos at all.

They lined up neatly in front of Murong Xin'er, just like yesterday, quietly waiting for the captain's review and the next order.

Even though the soul has been destroyed, even though the spirit has been dispersed, this residual body is still there.

Then defend the territory and the territory, never ending.
Chapter completed!