The soul-refining blood banner was closed down, and the surging demon sword swept over.

Lishan City has become ruins.

Yesterday, the carved beams and painted roads were ruined today, and the once magnificent magnificent place was only a mess.

Dabai pulled the car and walked in front.

Mo Hua and his junior brother, senior sister and Aunt Xue followed behind. Following the team of monks from the Five Elements Sect, they left the Five Elements Sect, walked out of the mountain protection formation, and walked into the desolate Lishan City.

When Mo Hua saw the surrounding scene, he realized that the entire Lishan City had been an empty shell, and many of the travel merchants living in it were hidden magic cultivators.

There are not many serious monks.

When the disaster came, most of these monks were killed, injured or fled.

The monks who practice Shang are not local monks.

Seek profit and leave when profit is over.

No one wants to live and die with Lishan City, and no one cares about the survival of Lishan City.

The soilless flowers bloom and wither in a blink of an eye.

The city of Lishan, with every inch of land, has come to an end, revealing the desolate true nature of the earth, stone, clay sculptures.

But I don’t care about these things.

When he was walking on the road, he would occasionally look back, looking forward to seeing his master again when he turned back.

But in the end, I saw nothing.

Ink painting lowered his head sadly.

Bai Zisheng was also very sad and patted Mo Hua on the shoulder.

Bai Zixi held Mo Hua's hand.

Aunt Xue's eyes were surprised, but her expression was complicated, she sighed slightly, and said nothing.

Everyone walked out of the city of Lishan.

The Great Elder and the elders of the Five Elements Sect took the lead and led the way ahead.

Although there is a sea of ​​blood above the head, the sword energy is everywhere.

Lishan City was covered with blood red and demonic energy was everywhere.

But along the way, there was no wind or wave.

There are no demon cultivators, no murderous intentions, and no dangers.

As Mr. Zhuang said, it is a road of life.

The elder was a little unbelievable, and felt relieved, and sighed in his heart:

"Mr. Zhuang is worthy of being a master. He has great kindness to me, the Five Elements Sect..."

The group walked, but in a short while, the gate of Lishan City was in front of them.

After leaving the gate, he left Lishan City.

So I left this place of failure and a place of purgatory.

The Great Elder breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he looked up, the breath of a fresh breath suddenly lifted up again.

A coldness emerged in his heart.

In front of them, the city gate was suddenly wrapped in a sea of ​​blood, blocking the road ahead.

At this moment, a group of strange monks were standing on the city gate.

The middle one is wearing a black robe, with a childish face, deep and sinister eyes.

It is the Xuanmo Ancestor!

On both sides of him were a Cangran old man wearing an evil sword box, a young man with a white face without beard, like a delicate and dead man, and a big man with fangs and a blood-red eyes.

Behind these people, there was a group of demonic cultivators with a strong evil spirit, at least above the foundation building.

The Great Elder's eyes were terrified and his heart was shattered.

The monks of the Five Elements Sect were all bloodless.

Xuansan Ren smiled femininely, "Under the blood banner, the evil spirits and ghosts cannot be reborn, and even a remnant soul will not be left. How could I let you go?"

"Daoting has been in strict control. I haven't massacred the city for hundreds of years..."

"Today's opportunity is rare, let me have a meaty meal..."

...

The Great Elder's heart is desolate.

The old demon in the feather realm!

The Five Elements Sect is over!

His face was miserable and was about to say something, but he saw the feminine smile on Xuansan's face gradually fading away. He seemed to have seen something, and his expression was solemn.

The elder followed Xuansanren's gaze and saw an old man sitting on a roof not far from the west, with a pale face and a dead tree.

It is the unfathomable old man next to Mr. Zhuang who is called "Pu Lao".

A hint of hope arose in the heart of the Great Elder.

Xuansanren looked at the old man with a heavy face and bowed:

"Who is the master?"

Old Kuang looked at him lightly, "You are not worthy of knowing, I will spare you, get out."

Xuansan Ren was extremely angry and sneered, and then he wanted to take action. He was stunned, as if he was thinking of something, his expression changed drastically, and he said in a lost voice:

“Yes…”

Old Puppet's eyes were cold and fierce.

Xuansan people quickly shut up, frightened and dared not speak.

He suppressed the fear in his heart, his face trembled, bowed to Kuang Lao, and his figure gradually faded from above the city gate and then disappeared.

The demon cultivators behind Xuansanren were also stunned and shocked:

"What is this old man's identity?"

"Even Xuansan people should give in to three points?"

But they didn't dare to ask.

He was afraid of being rude and offended this mysterious old man, but also afraid of being inappropriate and causing Xuansan to be bad.

The Xuansan people dared not stop them, and they dared not, so the demon cultivators had to retreat.

The demon cultivators retreated one after another.

The Great Elder breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the Puppet, and bowed from afar.

All the monks of the Five Elements Sect also looked solemn and saluted the old man.

Puppet old fingers lightly, and a pitch-black fireball flew out.

The gate of Lishan City was shattered, the demonic energy was burned to pieces, the blood banner burned a large gap, and the sea of ​​blood seemed to be torn apart, revealing a hole.

"Walk."

Mr. Kuang said this word and continued to close his eyes and rest.

The Great Elder was grateful and bowed from afar. Then he looked back, waved his hand, and walked along the entrance of the Five Elements Sect along the cave opened by the old man in Puppet and walked out of the mountain city...

Mo Hua also looked at Kuang Lao and couldn't help but murmur:

"Grandpa Puppet..."

Old Kuai seemed to hear Mo Hua's voice, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Mo Hua's eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This is the first time Mo Hua has seen Puppet Laoxiao.

Like a puppet's smile.

Although it is stiff and somewhat inconsistent, it is very gentle.

The hoarse and kind voice of Pu Lao also sounded in Mo Hua's ears:

"I'll send you..."

Mo Hua's nose felt sour, and she waved her hand vigorously, saying goodbye to Pu Lao.

Old Kuang "smiled" again, and then said softly: "Let's go..."

"Um!"

Mo Hua nodded, looked at Kuang Lao again, and then he reluctantly looked away and walked out of the city.
To be continued...