Just as Nie Wushuang cut off the rear and rescued other mortals, several long rainbows suddenly passed by, and a few figures fell in front of the crowd. When Nie Wushuang saw that several naked demon cultivators stopped the front of the team for more than thirty steps.

In the air, several black light flashed, and three or four monks of Killing Dan fell into the crowd at the same time.

The crowd that was running fast stopped instantly, Yun Qianruo was at the front of the team and put down Qin Yu in her hand. The white sword in her hand lit up and focused on the demon cultivator who was thirty steps ahead.

The black-clothed Zedan monks who fell in the crowd slowly gathered together, all of whom were covered in scars and murderous intent. They held various weapons in their hands and looked at the five demon cultivators in front from afar.

All the people were frightened, and they were trembling all over, and they were careful not to make any sound. Everyone slowly moved to both sides.

Nie Wushuang jumped over, jumped to Xiong Yihu and others, and whispered: "I will protect you and hide aside."

Nie Wushuang knew that as long as he was in Tiger City, it would be inevitable that he would be affected by the battle circle. Now the entire Tiger City has become a battlefield, so he could only take these mortals to dodge as much as possible.

When Qin Yu and others were just retreating to the side, five demon cultivators took action at the same time and came forward. The ruined street suddenly turned evil.

The four monks of Killing Dan activated at the same time, their spiritual power surged and their murderous intent swept across.

"Pai!" A few sounds, the four Jiedan monks had not yet met the demon cultivators. The violent spiritual power instantly shocked the dozens of mortals who were hiding beside them, and they rolled in shape. Nie Wushuang was protecting Qin Yu and others. He could hear the sound. When he looked at the sound, he found that more than a dozen mortals were swept by the violent spiritual power of the Jiedan monks, and their bodies were instantly torn apart in the air, bursting out of blood mist.

Nie Wushuang was already angry in his chest. If it weren't for protecting other mortals, he would have gone up with a knife. Seeing this scene, his eyes were blood-red and shouted at the human race's god monks: "You are all fucking crazy!"

The crowd suddenly became in chaos, and countless people began to flee like crazy. Everyone just wanted to run as far as possible.

Several monks of Jiedan obviously did not care about the feelings of the mortals. They flew forward in a row and instantly fought against the demon cultivator who was attacking him.

Nie Wushuang was filled with anger and was filled with anger. Looking at the mortals around him who still needed his protection, he had to forcefully suppress his anger.

Yun Qianruo also stepped forward to join the battle at this time.

Nie Wushuang looked at Qin Yu, Xiong Yihu, Qin Yu Grandpa, Lu Ke and others beside him hugged dozens of mortals, and was about to protect them and escape, but who knew that a sword energy came from the battle group and the speed of the sword energy did not give Nie Wushuang any chance to react. The sword energy swept across the crowd, and in an instant, several people were cut into two pieces by the sword energy. Blood gushed, and Qin Yu and others were dyed red.

Qin Yu was so scared that he cried loudly. The man like Xiong Yihu was trembling at this moment. Grandpa Qin Yu fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

Even Nie Wushuang was not spared, and his body was stained with blood red when it was sprinkled with blood mist in the sky.

At such a close distance, let alone the demonic power burst out by the demon general-level demon cultivators of the demon clan. The attack power of the Killing Dan cultivators on the human race is not something that Nie Wushuang can stop. Just as the sword energy passed, Nie Wushuang had no time to react, and saw that several people who were only five steps away from him were cut into two sections by the sword energy.

In this situation, Nie Wushuang gritted his teeth, felt angry, but had no choice but to shout that the mortals around him gathered to him.

The huge spiritual power crisscrossed in the battle circle kept surging towards both sides like a tide.

Nie Wushuang used his body to keep refusing the people around him.

Countless qi lights were cut everywhere, and Nie Wushuang could only protect the dozen people around him. He watched the mortals far away from him scattered and flee, but in the blink of an eye, they were overturned and killed by these mortal energy. But he had no ability to protect these mortals, the anger in his heart gradually turned into sadness and misery. The sorrow that came from his heart made Nie Wushuang feel as if he had been exhausted.

At this moment, a figure that escaped from the battle circle was hit and fell backwards and several steps Li Nie Wushuang. Nie Wushuang shook his whole body and took a step forward.

The black-clad Jie Dan cultivator was also covered in scars at this time. He was about to get up, but he saw Nie Wushuang coming forward to reach out and thought Nie Wushuang was going to help him up. So he nodded to Nie Wushuang and reached out to accept Nie Wushuang's kindness. Who knew that Nie Wushuang grabbed his collar and shouted angrily: "You fucking you, the mortals in Tiger City will die sooner or later."

The man in black spit out a mouthful of blood and said coldly: "At this moment, I can't take care of myself. Who has the energy to take care of the lives of mortals?" As he said that, he struggled to get up, and his spiritual power shook, and then shook Nie Wushuang's hand that was pulling on his collar, then snorted coldly, with a short sword in his hand horizontally, and his body flew into the battle circle again.

At this moment, Nie Wushuang felt an extremely huge murderous aura rolling up behind him.

Nie Wushuang's heart tightened, turned around and rushed towards the cyclone.

But he saw that the extremely sharp cyclone was faster than him. He swept past Grandpa Qin Yu. Nie Wushuang had just rushed over. The cyclone had instantly rolled Grandpa Qin Yu into the air. Nie Wushuang changed to flying and jumped up, trying to use his body to block the cyclone.

Just as Nie Wushuang flew up, countless sharp sword energy burst out from the battle circle. One of the sword energy passed through the abdomen of Qin Yu, a little girl not far from him. The sword energy flashed in a flash. When Nie Wushuang looked back, Qin Yu's abdomen was penetrated by the sharp sword energy, leaving a fist-sized wound. Qin Yu's thin body fell backwards instantly, and a sad look flashed across his face.

Nie Wushuang was furious and turned to save Grandpa Qin Yu again, but when he saw the cyclone spinning suddenly, tearing Grandpa Qin Yu into flesh, and the flesh and blood fell into the sky as the cyclone rotated.

Nie Wushuang turned his body and jumped to Qin Yu, holding the little girl who was about to fall down at the bend of his arms.

The little girl kept bleeding from her mouth, mumbled vaguely: "Grandpa...grandma..."

Nie Wushuang burst into tears, and he frantically sent his spiritual energy into Qin Yu's body.

Qin Yu is not a monk, how can he resist the sword energy of a monk who is kidnapped?

When the abdomen was pierced, blood came out of the wound.

Nie Wushuang held Qin Yu's left hand and kept mobilizing his spiritual energy to repair her injuries. At the same time, his right hand was pressed on the corner of Qin Yu's mouth to prevent blood from gushing out.

Qin Yu's mouth slowly opened wide, and his mouth seemed to be still shouting: Little brother.

As her mouth widened, her face was covered in blood and her head suddenly turned, her eyes turned pale, and she lost her young life.

Nie Wushuang hugged Qin Yu, tears streaming down her face.

He put Qin Yu down, stood up, his eyes wide open.

Qin Yuxiao was holding the medium-grade spirit stone tightly in his hand, and it was still emitting a slight light, like the stars in the distance...

"Wow!"

Nie Wushuang spurted out a mouthful of blood.

His body seemed to have been drained from all his strength.

With a bang, his knees fell down, and he knelt in a pool of blood. He knelt in front of Qin Yu. Nie Wushuang looked at her thin body, still bleeding wounds, and murmured: "Xiaoyu, grandma is still at home, grandma is at home, waiting for you to go back to see her."

Xiong Yihu crawled over from the side, looking at Qin Yu with blood all over his body, his eyes sluggish, and he muttered: "Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu..."

Nie Wushuang woke up by Xiong Yihu's voice. He suddenly stood up, wiped the tears and blood from the corners of his mouth, and looked around:

The debris were everywhere, the sky was covered with blood mist, like the sky was crying, and the earth was howling, whistling, and roaring.

Thousands of mortals who escaped from the city with him, at this time, in this place, their lives had long disappeared.

Life and death are separated from heaven and earth.

Slowly squatting down, Nie Wushuang's hand slowly said on Qin Yu's little face: "Xiaoyu, little brother can't even save you..."

The few people closest to Nie Wushuang, except for Lu Ke who was originally a monk, were just in a coma, only Xiong Yihu was left lying beside Qin Yu and kept muttering.

Nie Wushuang looked up and saw that countless mortal souls had long been floating with the wind, and he didn't know where he was going.

At this time, Nie Wushuang felt regretful for not mastering the ghost clan's skills. If the souls of ordinary people leave their bodies, they will be immediately invaded by the evil spirits of the ghost clan between heaven and earth. Within three days, if you have the opportunity to obtain the ghost cultivation technique, you can become a ghost cultivator.

This is the main source of ghost cultivation for the ghost clan and the way of reproduction of the ghost clan in Yunmeng Continent.

This is something that other races cannot touch. However, if there are ghost clan exercises, it can help mortals condense their souls within three days. At this time, you can resurrect the human beings by looking for the way to recast the body. For cultivators, there is no need for ghost clan exercises. The soul of the cultivator itself is condensed through cultivation and will not be eroded by the evil spirit of the ghost clan within three days. After three days, you need to nourish the soul.

It’s a pity that Nie Wushuang has no ghost clan skills and no way to recast his body, so he can only let everything follow the wind.

After a while, Nie Wushuang slowly stood up expressionlessly and said to Xiong Yihu: "I will send you and Lu Ke out of the city."

At this time, Lu Ke fainted on the side, with cracks everywhere on his body, and blood was dripping.

As soon as Nie Wushuang finished speaking, a fierce murderous aura came. Nie Wushuang rushed over and threw Xiong Yihu to the ground.

And a few bloody mouths were torn open on Lu Ke's coma body beside him.

Nie Wushuang had no time to defend against the fierce murderous aura just now. He couldn't remember how many attacks he had blocked for him by the cloud eagle soul-catching shirt that Ling Dufeng gave him. He could not remember how many attacks he had blocked for him. In the tiger city, the spiritual energy and murderous aura were intertwined, but Nie Wushuang was not hurt at all.

He rolled up from the ground, and his body was covered with blood floating in the sky. At this moment, Nie Wushuang seemed to have just crawled out of the pool of hell's blood, full of bright red and full of resentment.

He held the Nine-Ear Flame Sword in his hand and slowly turned around, looking at the person who was still fighting, the demon clan, and then looked at the countless qi lights in the air. He felt neither sad nor happy, but just stared at the blood-red eyes and looked at the air, tears like lines.

Just watching, watching...

Watching the mortals around you die one by one; watching the demon clan, the human clan fight wildly; watching a city turn into ruins.

But Nie Wushuang could do nothing.

He once thought that becoming a monk was just to make himself live better.

Since entering Yunmeng Sect, he began to count his monthly salary and live a life. With the Three Life Art and Chaos Eyes, he became a traitor in the inner hall, Nie Wushuang met Bu Yanyun. Gradually, he fell in love with the cute senior sister who never looked down on him. Countless times, he fantasized about being with his senior sister in this life, counting spirit stones, and living a life.

All this started with alchemy and changed.

This world seems to be no longer the world he is in. Nie Wushuang, who once served tea and water in the Cedar Hall, has become a person who can be on par with the hall master; Nie Wushuang, who is intriguing with the sect leader, the sect leader, and the poster, and plotting against each other, has become more meaningful and valuable.

However, all of this, as the blood mist in front of him drifted away, and the flesh foam flew everywhere, making Nie Wushuang's heart completely cold.

Demon Clan! Nie Wushuang had just heard of the fact that between the demon clan and the human clan, the deep hatred is like the sea. What is now? Now Nie Wushuang has finally seen it with his own eyes, what does deep hatred mean?

The human race, whether it is the Nascent Soul Realm or the Killing Realm, is actually just a selfish villain in Nie Wushuang's eyes.

When he was a sect servant, he was sick, and some people were given medicine to treat him; when he was thirsty, some people brought him a bowl of water; when he was tired, some people rushed to help him work.
Chapter completed!