The team was like a long dragon of light and shadow, stretching for hundreds or thousands of miles, swaying forward.

Fang Junmei and the Southern Taoist, the Eye of Heaven, looked around in all directions, seemingly relaxed, but in fact they are not idle for a moment.

It was noon this day.

Fang Junmei looked in a strange direction.

In that direction, thousands of miles away, a monk with only the late stage of the mortal stage flew from afar. He was talking to a monk outside the mirror, with an anxious expression.

"Senior, please let me go. I have something extremely important to tell Senior Fang Junmei."

The monk begged.

He is a monk who looks like an old man, with clear eyebrows and straight eyes, not like an evil cultivator from a mirror, but just looking at his appearance and temperament, it is definitely not countable.

"You make a vow to me first to prove that you are not a monk in the mirror."

The demon monk said coldly.

This demon has the late stage of demonic realm. He has never been waiting for the cultivator in the mirror to come. He is already a little impetuous, but the other party is only in the early stage of the mortal world. He really can't raise the interest of killing without asking any questions.

"The ancestors are above, and the younger generation Doumu Taoist..."

When the old man heard this, he made a vow without saying a word.

boom!

The thunder rolled over and the old man was safe and sound.

Seeing this, the demon waved his hand in vain and let him go.

...

It took a lot of time before the old man came to Fang Junmei.

"Why do you want to find me?"

Fang Junmei asked lightly.

"My younger generation, Taoist Doumu, has met the senior, and reported to the senior, and the junior generation and several other monks in the sect have been transferring mortals near the sect. But not long ago, a group of monks in the mirror came to kill my fellow disciples, and captured those mortals together, leaving only me, and let me pass on the message to the senior—"

The old man said quickly.

Halfway through hearing this, Fang Junmei's eyes gathered, and she felt the breath of conspiracy, covering him.

"...They said, let the seniors go to see them, otherwise they will kill all the mortals!"

Taoist Doumu continued to say, looking sad and angry.

“When did this happen?”

Fang Junmei asked.

"Just two months ago, my junior sect was actually in the direction ahead, but they told me that you would pass by here and ask me to come to you here."

Taoist Doumu said again.

Fang Jun nodded slightly.

If you don’t have to think about the next thing, you will definitely threaten him...

"I see."

After a moment of silence, Fang Junmei had a cold face and said lightly: "Go, don't worry about those mortals anymore. Go escape by yourself, or go with us."

When Taoist Doumu heard this, his body trembled.

"No, senior, those mortals are at least 200,000. If you don't go, they will die! In front of me, they have already shot hundreds of mortals into meat paste!"

The old guy said anxiously.

Fang Junmei could only smile bitterly.

He stretched out a finger and stroked to the back of the front and said, "Did you see these guys? If I go, they will be dead!"

"But there are so many monsters nearby, the seniors of the Hundred Clans and the Demon Clan are guarding them, and they will definitely block them!"

Taoist Doumu is even more anxious.

There were turbid tears in my eyes, rolling down, which showed that I really cared about those mortals.

Fang Junmei shook her head and said, "Everyone else can leave, but I can't. Once I leave, the whole team will be anxious and dispersed, and then they will be slaughtered!"

Taoist Doumu was speechless when he heard this.

At this moment, there were still many nearby monks. After hearing their words and understanding the situation, most of them stared at Taoist Doumu together, just a matter of taking action.

“…what…what should those mortals do?”

After a while, Taoist Doumu spoke again, looking like he was in a state of dismay.

"You already have the answer in your mind, why bother asking me?"

Fang Junmei said lightly.

He said again: "Let's find a boat to keep your life and avenge them in the future."

There was a little indifferent and cold in words, and a cold look.

After experiencing such things, his heart was indeed a little cold. He was disappointed with the sinister and despicable human nature, but the next time he killed the enemy, he would definitely be even more violent and fierce.

Taoist Doumu opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

He also realized in his heart that as long as Fang Junmei was threatened once, he would collapse like a dam. In such a situation, his heart must be hard.

"Woo--"

In a sad voice, Taoist Doumu shed tears.

...

The team continues to move forward.

The conversation between Fang Junmei gradually spread, which made the monks feel at ease, and finally put away a little relaxed, knowing that the danger has never been away.

In a blink of an eye, about two months passed.

On this day, Fang Junmei looked at her eyes in front of her, opened her breath suddenly, as if a dragon turned over, and suddenly she rose and fell, pressing down again, returning to normal.

"These beasts!"

He roared in a voice that only he could hear.

Continue to move forward, more and more monks, as they opened their eyes, looked sad and angry.

First, there were some cultivators of the human ancestor level, followed by powerful primordial power, and then a large number of cultivators at the level of the Supreme Man's Ancestral Orifice.

“So many corpses!”

"Who did this?"

"What happened?"

An atmosphere of panic and anger spread throughout the team, and the sound of discussion was like a chirping of insects.

After whispering, more monks looked at the heaven and earth below together.

...

It was early morning, and the mountains and land below were covered with crystal green with dew light. The scenery was extremely beautiful, but it was extremely silent.

There is a small town among the mountains.

At this moment, the entire small town seemed to be washed away by blood, and it was scarlet.

On the streets, on the squares, on the roofs, and on the ground, all of them were pierced through their hearts, and there was a look of pain and despair on their faces.

There is no living person in the whole city!

miserable!

Too miserable!

Those corpses have not been too rotten yet, and they will never die for more than three days, and have not been photographed, as if they are deliberately left to someone to see.

"The descendants of Ningcheng, I am incompetent, I'm sorry to you-"

A loud cry came from a ship.

The Taoist Doumu slapped the edge of the boat, his body trembling, and he cried without any appearance as a monk. At this moment, no one laughed at him.

"There are words on the ground!"

After a while, someone shouted loudly.

Another spiritual gaze was seen.

Fang Junmei, there are more in front of you. Are you really not planning to save it?

When the cultivators heard the sound, they saw that the earth outside the city seemed to be scratched by the claws of an extremely huge beast, leaving a line of huge words to tear the earth apart!
Chapter completed!