Don't worry about traveling through time, she has an all-powerful senior sister to help her

Will modify tomorrow.

Hundreds of people, young and old, had already gathered in the square in front of the gate. Except for the chirping of cicadas in the trees, the place was completely silent.

After a rough look, Ye Nuan had an idea in her mind. She sat down like these cultivators whose highest cultivation level was only in the late stage of foundation building, and whose lowest was just the first or second level of Qi refining.

After her master accompanied her into the city, he disappeared. Among this group of people, there should be some teachers who followed those disciples who joined the big sects, right?

After counting, she found that not everyone was there yet, so she had to wait a little longer.

In the scorching summer, Buddhists focus on worldly practice, and no formations are activated here, so the four seasons change with the weather.

Some young monks with low cultivation have already started to wipe their sweat with their sleeves.

After advancing to the eighth level of Qi Refining, Ye Nuan was no longer afraid of the heat.

However, even though she was sitting here without any other external noises to disturb her, her heart could not calm down.

She closed her eyes and thought back to a few years ago when she had her spiritual roots detected. After several years of physical training, she happily came to the world of cultivating immortals with her parents, preparing to take the teleportation array in Luojingfang City to attend the disciple-recruiting conference in Taiyi Sect.

The teleportation array consumes a lot of resources, requiring the gathering of a hundred people each time, and can only be opened once a month.

The family of three missed the teleportation trip more than ten days ago and had to temporarily rent a house in Luojing City.

In the world of cultivating immortals, spiritual stones are indispensable for daily needs. My parents have reserved a teleportation array, and their spiritual stones are almost gone. Fortunately, one of them can brew wine, and the other is good at making talismans.

You can also exchange it for some spirit stones in the market.

That day, after strengthening our bodies, I and the little girl next door, Yan Meimei, went to the market together to look for our parents and brother. My parents, who only had two jars of wine and a few talismans, simply packed up their stall and took me to the river to eat wontons.

Yan Meimei and her sister also packed up their things, and everyone went there together.

"Xiao Nuan, Grandpa Liu's wontons are the best, better than the spiritual dumplings from Xiankelai."

"Yeah, my favorite is Grandpa Liu's fried quail dumplings." Ye Nuan and Meimei ran hand in hand in the front.

Father Ye called to them from behind: "Run slower."

When we rushed to the river and put the five bowls of wontons that Grandpa Liu and his wife had ordered on the table, we heard long whistles and explosions in the distance.

The sound was getting closer and closer, and colorful lights were flying from afar.

The mother immediately pasted a few golden bell talismans on Ye Nuan and said, "Xiao Nuan, don't be afraid."

"Mother." Ye Nuan, who was tightly hugged by her mother, had no idea what was going on. She just drew the Qi into her body, and a mortal eye could not see far.

Dad protected them and wanted to go to the nearest Guiyuan Sect pharmacy, where there was a protective magic circle.

Unfortunately, the streets were in chaos. The Qi-refining cultivators were running desperately, and the Foundation-building cultivators ignored the ban and flew into the air with their swords.

However, he was knocked down by the restriction before he could fly less than ten feet.

The very few Jindan cultivators in the market town were unable to break the aerial restriction and flew towards the city gate in a blink of an eye.

Ye Nuan turned her head and saw Meimei fall down. Her brother picked her up but was knocked over by the monks who rushed over.

Grandpa Liu and his wife, who made wontons, tried their best to push their little grandson into his father's arms.

Father Ye hugged the frightened little boy, and a bunch of vines flew up, rolling the Yan brothers and sisters to his side.

A few people squeezed through the crowd and were about to squeeze into the medicine shop when there was another loud bang and the shop exploded.

As the air waves surged, Ye Nuan heard the cries of many children.

Her mother hugged her tightly and pasted a few golden bell talismans on her. Together with her father and elder brother Yan, they surrounded her, Meimei and the little boy from the Liu family.

Ye Nuan hugged the unconscious Meimei and held the little boy's hand tightly. She saw her parents and Brother Yan swinging out long vines to roll up a group of children huddled together under the exploded shop.

There were explosions, screams, and the clanging of swords and arrows everywhere.

Only then did Ye Nuan realize that there were countless swords and knives around them, slashing at all living things.

She saw a cultivator being beheaded, and a female cultivator and a spirit beast being pierced through the chest by sword light.

Her parents, Brother Yan, and some monks who escaped from the store were surrounding them, a group of children, fighting with swords and sabers.

Seeing a row of swords rushing towards them, several monks couldn't even resist with the earth walls, wooden shields and water curtains, and the golden bell covers on the children's bodies were breaking into pieces.

An old monk shouted, "Help old Taoist Che protect his granddaughter."

He flew towards the row of sword lights and exploded with a bang. The row of sword lights disappeared, and a child's voice cried out: "Grandpa..."

As more and more swords and knives came at them, there were also wind blades and flaming arrows.

More and more monks gathered around, and some even threw a hoarse child into the middle of Ye Nuan and the others.

"We can't go on like this. Without the help of Jindan monks, we can't protect these children." The man wanted to back out, but he didn't dare to leave the crowd.

Magical instruments and Taoist magic kept colliding, and Ye Nuan's ears were rumbling. She heard someone shouting, "It would be great if there was a magic weapon, even if it was of low quality."

"Oh, the protective formation of Guiyuan Sect's alchemy room has been broken, so the magic weapon is useless."

"What the hell is going on in Luojing City? Didn't they say there was a Nascent Soul cultivator in charge?"

"Master Yuyuan is accompanying his Taoist partner."

"Didn't his Taoist partner die while surviving the divine thunder tribulation?"

For some reason, Ye Nuan stared at her parents swinging their swords in front of them, but she could clearly hear the words of the monks around her.

"Xiao Nuan, take care of yourself." Under the protection of father, mother stuffed a storage bracelet into Ye Nuan's hand.

"Xiao Nuan, your parents are here, don't be afraid." Dad also took the opportunity to look back at her.

The two men did not dare to let the swords and knives in front of them break through, and they used all their spiritual power to swing their swords to block, eating the spiritual pills one by one as if they didn't need any spiritual stones.

Brother Yan was hit by the sword light and lost one arm. His parents were also covered in wounds, and another cultivator blew himself up.

The endless flashing of swords and the occasional dense rockets make people feel despair.

A ball of fierce fire arrow shot towards her, about to hit her parents, and Ye Nuan cried out, "Dad, Mom..."

When she was screaming at the top of her lungs, an unparalleled sword energy came flying, the rocket-like blade light was melted away, and with a crack, something broke.

Ye Nuan saw a blue-robed monk standing in the air, continuously slashing down the swords and knives around him, and his parents escaped the disaster.

The man also took out a rusty clock, slapped his chest with his palm, and the blood in his heart seeped into the clock.

"Dad, Mom." Ye Nuan saw that the clock was getting bigger and bigger, and instantly covered her and the other children.

She let go of Meimei and the little boy and slapped the edge of the clock.

The children were all stunned. Some were crying for their parents, while others were looking for their grandparents and brothers and sisters in the darkness.

However, they seemed to be no longer on the ground, and the elastic ground beneath them made them unstable.

"Sister." A child's voice sounded beside Ye Nuan. She recognized it as the granddaughter of the old monk who first blew himself up, whose surname was Zi Che.

Ye Nuan immediately gathered his thoughts and asked, "Are you scared?"

This big bell not only protected them, but also isolated them from everything outside, so that they could not even hear the sounds from outside.

The little girl sobbed twice and said, "Don't be afraid, my grandfather said that cultivators practice Taoism and walk straight ahead courageously.

If you are afraid of things, you will never become a great monk."