Ling Yan held Zi Yun in his left hand and a long sword in his right hand. The long sword shone with a green light, illuminating the road ahead. Yun Lan and Cangqiong followed Ling Yan and Zi Yun's steps, followed by the masked man and woman. Although there was no language communication, the tacit understanding that could be seen from the other person's eyes was very comparable.

"Where are you going?"

"Why not follow me."

The group was suddenly shrouded in white light, and only a distant sound of old age came. I suddenly felt that their eardrum was hit by a huge impact. It sounded that the old sound seemed to have deliberately lowered the sound. When everyone opened their eyes again, they found that the dark tunnel in front of them was no longer the dark tunnel, but a city.

In an isolated city, countless dead bodies lie outside the city, the air is mixed with the smell of sulfur and rotten corpses. The city walls are already in ruins. In the distance, there are foreign troops stationed in the city. They are slightly different from those in the city. They are wearing black armor, with two horns on their heads, and are much taller than ordinary people.

Ling Yan saw that most of the corpses lying on the ground were corpses of human army, and few corpses left by foreign troops. In his opinion, this was a unilateral massacre. Facing the foreign troops, the human army had almost no way to die. The three words written in ancient 6 words were hung on the city wall. Although Ling Yan did not recognize it, the strokes were vigorous, so he could naturally feel the determination of the city lord to defend this city and everything that belonged to it.

"Who are you?"

Above the city wall, a man in a general's uniform stood. The blood on his forehead was soaked with gauze. His right hand was entangled with gauze. He was still holding a black long sword. The sword shone brightly in the sun. The man's tone was not mixed with any emotion. The hundreds of people under the city were neither foreigners nor military, and their clothes were different.

Ling Yan, who was standing in front, bowed and said, "There is a spiritual cultivator below. General Wen is guarding the lonely city and comes to support the general."

When they heard that it was not an enemy, the people squatting around the battlements slowly looked up at the city tower, with confusion and fear in their eyes, and finally gradually turned from the hope that had been carried by the moment before. Such a hundred people were just a drop in the bucket for the foreign army they were about to face.

The general pondered for a while, and met Ling Yan's eyes. Ling Yan's eyes were as pure as water, and there was no pretentiousness. He hurriedly bowed: "I am grateful to the people of the whole city. Foreign troops may appear outside the city at any time. It is better to go to the city..."

Before the general finished speaking, hundreds of people jumped up and stood on the city tower. The general thought that more than a hundred people were just escapees and wanted them to find opportunities to take refuge through the city, but he did not expect that they were not ordinary people.

Standing next to the city tower were all the people in the city. All the defenders were defeated by foreign troops. The general was preparing to dismiss the people in the city, but what moved him was that most of the people chose to stay and choose to guard their homes.

"All the immortals appear, please ask you to save the people in this city."

The general held the sword and knelt in front of Ling Yan with a "plop". He was so tough that he bowed to others for the sake of the people in the city, without any intention of retaining the general's majesty.

Ling Yan looked at the city. There was almost no one passing by on the street. There was only a transport team composed of women transporting the food to the city tower. The whole city was silent and there was no crying. Even if people died every day, this was their choice, and this was their home.

"General, I will definitely do what I promised. As for others, I will not be able to make a decision." Ling Yan helped the general up from the ground. Ling Yan only felt that the general's breath was extremely weak. With a force of will to support it, he might fall down at any time. But he knew that he was the will of this city and he could not fall down. If he fell down, the city would be defeated by foreign troops soon.

The man and woman in the green shirt were staring at Ling Yan. They were not paralyzed by this extremely realistic scene. This was the place of trial. This scene must be a test. Obviously, Ling Yan has taken the initiative in the entire trial. If they do not take action, the Qinghong Sword will probably fall into the hands of others.

"We also leave to guard this city." The masked man spoke slowly and looked at the masked woman beside him. The woman did not speak, but snorted coldly and turned her head to the side.

"Our White Fox Sect will naturally stay with all fellow Taoists." Bai Zhi slowly walked to the general, his eyes as if he was releasing some moves. The general inserted his sword to the ground, and an air stream was sprayed out in an instant, "Thank you, brave man."

Bai Zhi was shaken back several times by the airflow, and a hint of panic appeared in his eyes. He was confused by his moves. This was the place of trial. How could he let him release the soul-devouring technique so easily? The masked man saw the clue at a glance and sneered, "I didn't expect the White Fox Sect to be so despicable."

When Bai Zhi saw the masked man's outfit, he naturally understood that the person in front of him was a notorious disciple of the poison sect. He practiced the poison sect by practicing dual cultivation, and eventually the dual cultivation partner would die because of it. His methods were extremely cruel. This masked man was able to practice the dual cultivation method to such an extent, and he must be among the best among the sects.

"Subtle? If you want to say it, why is my White Fox Sect the opponent of your Poison Sect?" Bai Zhi's tone was full of mockery. He had already left behind the thoughts of the sect leader before he left. The dozens of disciples behind him were all above the spiritual illusion realm. He had already broken through the spiritual realm the day before yesterday and thought he was not afraid of the person in front of him.

"court death"

The knife in the masked man's hand was instantly placed on Bai Zhi's neck. Bai Zhi's face condensed, he took a few steps back, and when he activated his spiritual power, he felt soft all over and could no longer gather his spiritual power.

"Let me teach you a lesson."

Before the other White Fox Sect disciples could react, the masked man picked up Bai Zhi, but threw Bai Zhi down the city tower with a throw.

"ah"

With a scream, Bai Zhi slammed heavily on the ground, without spiritual power to protect his body, but with the resistance of his body, the pain came towards Bai Zhi. The people on the city tower changed their faces in an instant. Bai Zhi was in the spiritual realm and had no power to resist. What kind of strength does this masked man have?

Only Lingyan's face did not change, and he held Zi Yun's hand tightly, signaling her not to be afraid.

"Senior Brother."

The disciples of the White Fox Sect instantly flew down the city tower and rescued Bai Zhi. At this moment, Bai Zhi no longer had the feeling of being above others just now. He looked extremely depressed, his head was messy, and blood was still hanging on the corners of his mouth.

"Who else has any objection?" The masked man's tone was extremely calm. He looked at Ling Yan. Although it was only the peak of the spiritual illusion, it gave people a feeling that everything was fearless. He felt that this man was his biggest enemy.

More than a hundred people ended the panic just now. The masked man's strength was so terrifying. The Poison Sect is a sect that is not afraid to mention. He practices with poison. He has the ability to fight against all the heroes alone. The reason why the Poison Symbol is not recognized is that it is too cruel. People who practice this attribute will be more difficult and of course, stronger than ordinary people.

No one present dared to speak. Ling Yan looked at the masked man carefully. Under the mask, there must be an extremely ferocious face. He had already read about the Poison Sect in the classics of Chongxiao Sect, and only a few words, "Use poison to refine the body and use people to nourish the poison, which is extremely cruel."

This is the last words left by an ancestor of Chongxiao Sect who fell into the trap of the Poison Sect and died before his death. This shows that the so-called Poison Sect is completely in the spiritual world, and it is like a cancer. However, the Poison Sect is low-key and rarely appears in front of everyone. It has never done anything that harms the sky. Otherwise, how would the four holy places leave them?

While Ling Yan was thinking, the foreign troops outside the city had already gathered. For a moment, dust was everywhere, and a murderous aura enveloped the entire city. The foreign troops under the city were uniform, and the horns on their foreheads seemed particularly dazzling in the sun. The general on the city tower frowned. The internal strife just now had already made him see that these more than a hundred people were not a group. It was just a luxury to expect them to fight against these tens of thousands of foreign troops.

The people standing next to the battlements were forced to put on armor, but they were not soldiers after all. With such a huge strength, they were already exhausted. How could they take over the next attack from this foreign army?

Ling Yan jumped off the city wall without saying a word. Zi Yun held Ling Yan's hand. The two of them landed steadily in front of the city gate. Yun Lan and Cangqiong looked at each other, and after a slight hesitation, they jumped down. The rest seemed to want to see how Ling Yan and the others dealt with the tens of thousands of people. Even the masked man did not move. He looked at the masked woman next to him, took back the knife, hugged his arms, and was watching the drama with interest.

Ling Yan looked at Zi Yun beside him, and Zi Yun looked at him with a smile.

Ling Yan looked behind him, Cangqiong and Yun Lan nodded at him, and then looked over the city wall. The other spiritual cultivators seemed to have no intention of supporting him.

All of this, he felt that he was the way he should choose. He was once an ordinary person. His father was a soldier and died on the battlefield. His mother took him to escape everywhere. In the end, even his mother passed away. Fortunately, he met Taoist Zi Lai, otherwise he would not have stood here today.

He had to stand here, even if it was just a illusion, even if the city behind him did not exist, what he guarded was hope, the hope he brought to everyone, either die here and let the foreign army step by his body, or return with glory.

"Go up." Ling Yan let go of Zi Yun's hand and looked at Cangqiong, "Senior Brother Yun, Junior Brother Cang, you can take Junior Sister Yun'er up, I'll meet these guys."

Yun Lan had no objection. If Zi Yun had any danger, I'm afraid the three of them would regret it for the rest of their lives. It would be better to protect her. After all, he was unwilling to follow Ling Yan, the idiot.

"Protect her." Ling Yan's voice was a little stern. At this moment, Zi Yun pondered a little, and could not speak a rebuttal.

Yun Lan and Cangqiong nodded at the same time, but it was not a place of dispute at this moment. Zi Yun did not object and followed them back to the city wall.

"Take the sword."

The old voice came again, and the sound was extremely abrupt. A long blue sword suddenly appeared in the air, which immediately dyed the entire sky blue.
Chapter completed!