"I'm going..." Zuo Yuesheng murmured, "Bald donkey, where can you only guard for a few days? You can burn a torch to light the night, right?!"

A mighty glazed fire erupted from the Buddha image transformed by the monk Budu and spread out in all directions. As soon as the surging black mist meets the glazed fire, it melts and drifts away like snow meets fire.

"It's too modest! Bald donkey!"

The glazed fire illuminated the night sky of Meicheng, Zuo Yuesheng carried the Mo knife and swept across the snow-covered street.

Outside the city gate, the Buddha lowered his eyebrows and clasped his hands together, sitting in a cross-legged position.

A long pile of snow piled on his shoulders.

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Outside the main sect of the imperial beast, there is no place where the four peaks can be regarded as pure white snow.

Blood and uncharacteristically eerie rainstorms washed the mountain.

The bodies of the disciples of the Imperial Beast Sect were scattered all over the place and fell to the ground. The face of the female disciple in the moon-white dress was washed away by the cold rain, and her face was vaguely graceful and gentle, but her body below the waist was torn in half by the sharp teeth of some kind of sea monster. Her upper body was hung on Duanmu, and her lower body was stuck in a crack in the stone. The intestines hang down long, like cloth strips blowing on the roaring Haihe River in the gust of wind.

Not far from her, another girl who was also wearing a long moon white dress was slanted down.

The other bodies on the hillside, mostly feet down and heads up, fell on the road retreating to the summit. Only she fell in the direction of running towards the foot of the mountain. It was probably a senior or junior sister who had made good friends in the past, and found that she was left behind in danger, so she turned around to save her. A bone spear pierced her chest and was nailed to the ground.

Her life was frozen in the last second, in the hand that was stretched out to her friend.

Rain washed the mountains.

The moon-white crony hanging on the bone spear and the pale intestines wrapped around the branches were all blown up and down by the wind.

...Earlier, the sect was still a mountain or a sea. The girls held hands and walked on the suspension cables. They had to wear identical skirts, tie each other's hair exactly the same, share a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake together, and discuss secretly together. , which peak, which lineage, which elder, and which new junior brother, is tall and good-looking.

Their long skirts fluttered in the wind.

Fall together, fall together.

A turbid wave hits.

The broken wood, the half-corpse of the girl on the broken wood, together with the bright sunshine in the sect for so many years, the time of the girls holding hands, talking and laughing, was engulfed together.

In the middle of the Dragon Raising Pond surrounded by Bagua Mountain, a water mirror is suspended in the air, projecting the battle situation in the Imperial Beast Sect. Seeing the last red elephant fall, a giant crocodile with black scales jumped out of the West Sea Kraken, biting off the throat of the beast ring dog at the gate of the fifth peak, and hundreds of disciples who could not retreat were killed by dozens of them. The Great Frigid Demon with scattered white hair was besieged at the foot of the mountain, and finally someone couldn't bear it any longer.

"Sect Master! It's time to fight! If we don't fight again, even the disciples of the fifth-level mountain range will die!" It was the elder in green shirt who spoke, and she stared at the hundred people who were trapped in the water mirror. many disciples.

More than a hundred disciples tried their best to retreat inward, and the Great Frost Demon was led by them, and gradually approached the fifth mountain range, but these disciples also fell one after another. The patterns on their sleeves are exactly the same as those on the sleeves of the elders of the blue shirt.

Those are all the disciples of the peak pulse she manages.

The corpses of Thirty-Six Cities, the millions of refugees on the road, their misery, their despair, and their mourning are all too far away from the Dragon Head Thousand Peaks. Although one mouthful of "common creatures" every day, in the end, "common creatures" is just a concept, mortals are in the mud, and immortals are in the sky. A hundred years of vicissitudes for mortals, immortals flick their fingers, so they can easily use "mortals, old, sick, and death are very short, and after a hundred years, it is a new city for new people." "If you want to change the sky, you must make sacrifices." Lai convinces himself that although he feels guilty, he does not hesitate to support Zhuang Xuan's plan to break the fairy and demon and sacrifice blood to the sky wedge.

They sacrificed the Li people of this generation for the sake of the people of Xizhou from generation to generation.

This also protects the common people.

However, the strength of the Sea-Monster in the West Sea exceeded the original expectations. Originally, he just wanted to feign defeat and lure the enemy into the deep. At this moment, it has become a real defeat... The rhetoric of "sacrifice for the common people" can be used in the thirty-six cities. It can be used on millions of desperate refugees, but it is difficult to use on the sect disciples they are familiar with.

Some are their apprentices, some are the blood of their friends,

They are all grown up children.

The human heart can be as cold as steel or as soft as cloth, it all depends on whether it has anything to do with oneself.

In the water mirror, the Great Frost Demon approached the hundreds of disciples who had been alone, and slowly raised the bone spear in his hand.

In addition to serving as giant arrows at a distance, these bone spears are also terrifying weapons of slaughter at close range.

"Master!"

Elder Qingshan urged anxiously.

"No," Zhuang Xuan flatly refused. The other elders saw their disciples being slaughtered, and their expressions were more or less a little strange. Only this man, like his heart and bones, was made of iron, and he never wavered in the slightest. , "They haven't fully entered the battle, waiting for the main force of the Frost Country to enter the battle! We must wait!"

While speaking, in the water mirror, the Great Frost Demon raised a bone spear.

"Jingsu!"

The blue-shirt elder shouted sharply and took a step forward abruptly.

In the water mirror, a handsome disciple was stabbed in the chest by a bone spear. He held the tip of the bone spear with both hands and tried his best to stop it from moving forward. The cold-skinned big demon looked at him playfully, the corners of his lips twitched, and a sinister cold sneer suddenly broke out. The next moment, the bone spear is sent and drawn.

A splash of blood splattered into the sky.