Xie Qingci's body gradually dissipated in Qing Ying's arms.

Qing Ying subconsciously folded her palms together, as if trying to retain the lost light, but to no avail.

In the void captured, only a Miao Miao sigh was left behind.

he died?

Qing Ying's fingers trembled, looking at her empty palm, feeling a little sad for a moment.

She... was unable to evaluate the Demon Lord objectively and fairly.

In reality, Qing Ying can always clearly feel that this part of Xie Qingci is different from the person she loves.

The advantages did not inherit half of it, but the disadvantages were infinitely magnified, and the entanglement with her was even more muddled.

To be honest, in the bottom of her heart, she didn't have a good impression of this Demon Lord before.

However, at this moment, when he really passed away, at the moment when he died at her hands... She finally truly felt the fiery love of this Demon Lord for her and the bewilderment of his soul.

The person in front of me is indeed a part of my brother, an extension of his strong emotions.

she sighed.

Thinking of the catastrophe caused by the Demon Lord, perhaps her mood can only be summed up as, the dead Demon Lord is the good Demon Lord.

And now, she must make her own contribution to the end of this catastrophe.

Being enshrined by the world's creatures for thousands of years, she can't do nothing but just watch from the sidelines.

Qing Ying restrained the remaining emotions in her heart, regained her spirits, and decided to observe the external situation first, and join the accompanying Xi Qi monks.

After Mozun's death, the barrier here had much weaker restrictions on her spiritual power. With just a little effort, she broke free from the restraint and came freely to the edge of the barrier.

The moment she saw the outside situation clearly, Qing Ying's serious expression became more dignified.

The situation is not as optimistic as she expected.

A thick black storm swept across the world, and it didn't seem to have much lethality, not even a single ghost could be seen.Wherever it passed, there was no sign of erosion and burning, and what it brought was only death.

Total silence.

Between the heaven and the earth, not a single sound could be heard, whether it was the sound of the wind, the whirling of vegetation, or the whistling of heavy snow, all disappeared.

Qing Ying turned around and took two steps. After confirming that it wasn't her hearing problem, she knew that this must be the masterpiece of Nightmare Tide.

According to Mozun's intention, this mist will protect her from the nightmare tide for a while, allowing her to avoid the limelight before waiting for an opportunity to go out.

But……

Qing Ying sighed softly in her heart, this is not a situation where she can escape if she wants to.Since you have the power to save people, you shouldn't back down.

For certain determinations, she thought so a thousand years ago, and she insisted on it a thousand years later.

Qing Ying didn't hesitate anymore, and after using the magic weapon of spiritual power, she walked out of the barrier cautiously.

The moment she passed through the spiritual power barrier, she felt the silent retention of the spiritual power fluctuations. It seemed to be attached to the residual obsession of the Demon Lord, so she didn't want the person who protected her to go out before her own power was exhausted.

Qing Ying waved her hand, bid farewell to the conscientious enchantment, followed a direction, and instinctively searched for it.

Mozun told her that the enchantment is not connected to the outside world, and it is difficult for him to judge where it will fall, so he can only rely on inspiration and intuition.

The moment she walked out of the barrier, she felt a great pressure covering her whole body.

Nightmare tides do not oppress people spiritually, but arouse strong malicious emotions in the heart, resulting in disordered spiritual power, agitated inner demons, and even madness.

She thought of the poverty and humiliation she suffered in her childhood, the poverty and hunger that accompanied her day and night.

She remembered the ups and downs when she and her senior brother fled, and the contempt and insult from the outside world.

She thought of the pain of death, and the confusion that still entangled her.

When Qing Ying came out, she was prepared for defense, so when Yanli passed through the barriers and came to her ears, only sinister ravings came from her.

However, there is no doubt about the lethality of the Nightmare Tide to most cultivators.

The spiritual power in Nightmare Tide is thin, which makes it extremely difficult for normal monks to get external supplements. For monks who are naturally accustomed to the environment with abundant spiritual power outside, it is almost fatal.

And when the spiritual power is close to drying up

Afterwards, the danger of the nightmare tide, which could be forcibly resisted by relying on spiritual power techniques, became even more fierce.

Qing Ying operates the magic weapon to help resist the nightmare tide, while she continues to explore forward. The road as a whole is the same as when she came.

The snow is still the same snow, the grass is still the same grass, but everything has no soul, and the silence of the outside world really comes from the nightmare tide.

She didn't know how long she had been exploring in the black mist, but when she called out, but the inspiration that spread out didn't respond, her mood became more and more cold.

The monks who came with her are all elites, if they remain silent, then Northern Wilderness is afraid...

"No, it can't be like this."

After another half an hour of futility, Qing Ying smoothed her train of thought by herself. The current situation in the Northern Wilderness was more ominous, and she could not blindly immerse herself in worry and despair.

!!!

After realizing this, Qing Ying broke out in a cold sweat.

This idea is not difficult to think about, besides, no one knows where she will land after she comes out of the enchantment, what if it is a place far away from people and thousands of miles away?

However, just now, the more she thought about it, the more extreme her thinking became, to the point where the Three Realms were completely hopeless, and her own efforts were all in vain.

Qing Ying glanced coldly at the silently surging Nightmare Tide.

She really didn't expect that with the magic weapon continuously protecting the altar, the nightmare tide could directly affect her state of mind, and directly hit the most sensitive and vulnerable part of her heart.

In short, first look for the twelfth hour, and if there is still no sign of life, she will go out of the Northern Wilderness first to help the people in the neighboring Northern Wilderness move.

At the same time, she also had to find a way to contact Heavenly Venerable Xie Qingci.

After having a clear plan, Qing Ying only felt that the road ahead was instantly clear, and her mood was much brighter.

Seeing this, she simply planted a hint in her heart, so that no matter how turbulent the nightmare tide is and how much it erodes her state of mind, there will always be hope in her soul.

And this seed of hope is the re-emergence of the Dao of Heaven.

Qing Ying worked hard to search all the way, and never gave up. Finally, when she came to the middle of the northern wilderness, she heard a weak response in the wind and snow in the distance.

"Is it Her Majesty the Goddess?"

In the boundless silence, although this voice was tired and weak, it was particularly obvious.

Qing Ying was used to the quiet environment for a long time, and almost thought that she had heard it wrong, but after confirming that it was correct, she felt a strong joy in her heart!

This bit of joy hoped to dispel the increasing depression in her state of mind in an instant, and restore the smooth flow of spiritual energy.

She recognized the man's voice: "Old Yun!"

Qing Ying hurried forward, Yun Lao's voice came from a dilapidated Taoist temple covered by a snowstorm.

After the dilapidated Taoist temple, there is a quiet wilderness with dead trees.On the vast snowy ground, the tide is lingering, and this thatched cottage is like a boat in a storm, always precarious.

After reconfirming that all the creatures in the house are companions, Qing Ying immediately activated the range of the Qingxin Bell, covering the entire Taoist temple, so that the people in the Taoist temple can breathe a little easier.

Qing Ying quickly entered the Taoist temple, and saw three people lying on the ground in the Taoist temple, all of them were pale and almost silent. Judging from the heavy fur clothes, they were all people living in the Northern Wilderness.

And the six monks she was acquainted with were all meditating, but their postures did not look optimistic. They were not meditating to fight against the nightmare force at all, and it was not certain whether they were conscious or not.

Only Yun Lao could forcefully open his eyes and look at her weakly.

"Everyone, this is..."

"To the north, three miles away, there is a village with more than a hundred living people."

But Yun Lao didn't care about words, he only held his last breath and explained the situation in the most concise and concise terms.

Of course he knows what kind of sentence is the most concise.

Because of this moment, he has envisioned it countless times in his mind.

During the long time of being trapped in the Taoist temple, he only relied on the slight expectation, holding his breath and waiting for possible reinforcements to appear, in order to explain the situation and let the other party rescue the people.

This is the persistence of this old man.

"The three people on the ground are the people who originally wanted to rescue, but the demon suddenly appeared."

Old Yun's breath gradually became unsustainable, and he only tried his best to make a hoarse voice of "ho ho": "Leave us alone, save the people first!"

Qing Ying looked dignified, she nodded: "Don't worry."

Fortunately, she has many magic weapons - the senior brother is worried about her safety, so he will give her a bunch of top-notch magic weapons from time to time.

After temporarily setting up her companions in the Taoist temple, she searched all the way to the small village with a population of more than a hundred in the direction indicated by Elder Yun.

The good news is there are still people alive.

It's just that the faces of the living are pale, and they are immersed in the nightmare eroded by the nightmare tide. If there is no rescue, they will die quietly in half a day.

And most of them are dead.

Most of the survivors are young children and teenagers, and the younger they are, the higher the probability of survival. Most of them have a pure mind and are not easily eroded by nightmare power.

Qing Ying put the living people into the artificial landscape and transferred them all. When she returned to the Taoist temple, she saw that Yun Lao and another monk with a higher cultivation level had recovered their spiritual consciousness, but they were still weak and could only slowly recover their spiritual power.

"It's good to wake up." Qing Ying's face softened slightly, "I have gathered the surviving people in the fake landscape. Anyone of you who knows medical skills to interpret dreams can enter the healing."

Another sober monk happened to be a kind-hearted medical practitioner. Hearing the words, he was obliged to enter the artificial landscape immediately.

Yun Lao took the elixir to cheer himself up, and continued to go deep into the northern wilderness with her to rescue and transfer other people who might survive.

Yun Lao's voice was hoarse: "Thank you, Your Highness Goddess, for saving my life!"

"You don't need to be too polite, it's my duty." Qing Ying whispered, "And it's also because of your pure heart, Yun Lao."

Yun Lao is old and holds a high position, but he can still retain his innocence, crying and persevering in the erosion of the nightmare tide, which is really rare.

Yun Lao laughed hoarsely; "When a person is old, what else can't be understood?"

Qing Ying also touched the corners of her lips, and the atmosphere relaxed a little.

However, when they checked the three human settlements one after another and found that there were fewer and fewer survivors, the expressions of the two became more and more serious.

Obviously, the sooner the place was eroded by the nightmare tide, the fewer survivors. At the position where the two are now, everything is dead, even if there is a magic weapon to protect the body, there is no way to survive.

Going further north from here, the situation may be...

Qing Ying is certain that the powerlessness and heaviness in her heart at this moment is definitely not the erosion and expansion of the nightmare tide.

Want to move forward?

If she goes forward a hundred miles, she is afraid that every step will be at the price of permanent damage to the magic weapon, and when all the magic weapons are scrapped, whether she will be able to walk out of the Northern Wilderness safely will also become an unknown.

Just as he was thinking like this, he suddenly heard Old Monster Yun say.

"Where is the light?"

bright?

In the black mist of the Nightmare Tide, where does the light come from?

Qing Ying was worried that Yunlao would be aggravated by the nightmare tide, so she looked warily at the bright place he said, and moved forward, preparing to protect him behind her.

However, when she raised her eyes, Qing Ying also saw the light.

In the boundless silence of the darkness, maliciousness surged all the time, but at the farthest point of his eyes, at some point, a dazzling light flickered.

That light is not like the sun, without the slightest warmth, not like the moon, not half soft.

He is cold and firm, but so dazzling, he is the day in the abyss.

he……

It's Xie Qingci!

He stands in the deepest part of the Nightmare Tide, standing at the forefront of the disaster.

The reason why these people can survive is that apart from their pure heart, perhaps there is also a part of him.

She no longer hesitated.

"Search another five hundred miles, no matter what the result is, you will return immediately with the people in the fake landscape." Qing Ying made a decision.

"What about you?"

"I keep going."

She shouldn't escape by keeping a useful body.

She is an important cause and effect for Xie Qingci to prove the way of heaven, how can she hide far behind?

And at the moment when this thought came to her mind, Qing Ying suddenly felt relieved.

The shackles that had painstakingly fettered her soul during the stage of transforming into gods disappeared at this moment, and she finally broke through to the stage of transcending tribulations.

And her catastrophe—

right ahead.