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Xie Wanning stood up, laid Zhou Zhuocheng down on the ground, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said earnestly to Si Jinchuan, "Brother Si, I'm going to find Wu Ying to take revenge. Can you take care of Brother Zhou for me?"

Si Jinchuan hesitated for a moment.

Xie Wanning pleaded, "Brother Si, Wu Ying killed my family and friends. How can I sit idly by? But I really can't let go of Brother Zhou. Please help me."

“Okay,” Si Jinchuan replied, and before Xie Wanning could leave, he added, “I want to go too.”

Xie Wanning paused, her face filled with panic: "Brother Si, that demonic cultivator is dangerous, how could you..."

Her words were interrupted by Si Jinchuan. She had never heard Si Jinchuan's voice so angry before: "Fellow Daoist Xu, you clearly know that demonic cultivation is dangerous, so why do you do something that is almost impossible? My cultivation is higher than yours, so I will go with you."

Si Jinchuan looked at Zhou Zhuocheng on the ground, placed a talisman in his hand, and simultaneously set up a barrier: "This talisman is a unique eighth-grade teleportation talisman of the Yunxiao Sect. As long as the secret realm opens, Senior Zhou can be teleported to the Yunxiao Sect. This barrier can conceal one's aura, making it invisible to anyone except those above the Nascent Soul stage, and it can also resist attacks from those at the Nascent Soul stage and below. Senior Zhou will no longer be injured. I want to go with you to fight against the demonic cultivators; it is my duty as a disciple of a righteous sect."

Xie Wanning was still in a daze.

An eighth-grade teleportation talisman is usually a life-saving item given by the sect leader to his personal disciples. Si Jinchuan actually gave the talisman to a stranger in order to go with her to fight against the demonic cultivators.

What a selfless person he is.

Even though demonic cultivators are so dangerous, Si Jinchuan dared to go with her to fight them. Xie Wanning truly felt that Si Jinchuan was incredibly great in her eyes.

With everything prepared, Xie Wanning had no reason to refuse and could only agree: "Okay."

We exited through the cave.

A fierce wind howled and thunder roared.

The earth was scorched black, and the original forest was reduced to charred tree trunks. There were no spirit beasts or cultivators left.

Xie Wanning realized the seriousness of the situation and took out her spirit-detecting artifact to find the source of the spiritual energy.

"There." Xie Wanning pointed to a mountainous area in the southeast, and the two immediately flew over.

In the middle of the mountains, there is a rugged valley.

At the bottom of the valley was where the demonic cultivators imprisoned the cultivators.

At the bottom of the valley was a river, and the monks were on both sides of the river.

The cultivators there were trapped by the demonic cultivators using forbidden formations. Most of them had their inner cores and spiritual roots emptied, and their fate was unknown. They lay on both sides of the river, bleeding profusely, and their blood flowed into the river, turning the clear water blood-red.

Xie Wanning stared at the scene in disbelief, her stomach churning, feeling like she wanted to vomit.

A large, broad hand blocked her view, and she heard a gentle voice say, "Don't look."

Si Jinchuan blocked Xie Wanning's view with his hand, preventing her from vomiting, but the pain in her heart did not lessen at all.

"No, I need to find Brother Shen." Xie Wanning removed the hand blocking her way, suppressing her disgust, and earnestly searched for Shen Kang'an's whereabouts.

Over there.

Xie Wanning collapsed to the ground, her lips trembling uncontrollably: "How could this... happen?"

Shen Kang'an lay face up, his body no longer moving. His beautiful peach blossom eyes were tightly closed, never to open again, and his face, which always held a smile, was now expressionless. His body was covered in blood, not an inch of uninjured flesh, and he lay on the ground in an odd posture, clearly having suffered inhuman torture before his death.

"Brother Shen, I'm sorry." Xie Wanning's already swollen eyes filled with tears again, and large teardrops rolled down her pale cheeks. She bit her lip tightly, feeling nothing even as it bled. Her chest heaved violently, overwhelmed by endless sobs and despair.

Brother Shen and the little raccoon cat died, and Brother Zhou was seriously injured.

If she hadn't been so attached to the inheritance and hadn't wasted time in the secret chamber, could this tragedy have been avoided?

Even if she were the one who died, she would have no regrets as long as Brother Zhou and Brother Shen survived.

Those two inheritances shouldn't belong to her, is this punishment?

Xie Wanning got up and rushed over to retrieve Shen Kang'an's body.

Brother Shen is very clean, how could he lie in that dirty mud?

"Xu Weilin, watch out!"

A strong hand pulled Xie Wanning back, and she felt herself in a warm embrace, smelling a faint scent of bamboo.

Before Xie Wanning could speak, her mouth was tightly covered, preventing her from making any sound.

Xie Wanning glared angrily at Si Jinchuan, only to see the veins bulging on his forehead and the cold sweat pouring down his face. His body was tense, and he dared not relax for even a moment.

Xie Wanning followed Si Jinchuan's gaze.

Her pupils dilated instantly.

Above them stood Wu Ying, dressed in a black robe and covered in blood, with hundreds of sect disciples bound by the Immortal Binding Rope behind him.

Some of them were already unconscious, some had severed limbs, and some had already passed away.

Even the disciples who still had their eyes open looked utterly hopeless and lifeless.

The disciples were casually thrown into the forbidden formation by Wu Ying, and they let out cries of pain and wails.

Xie Wanning forgot to blink, staring intently at the situation at the bottom of the valley.

She saw several familiar faces.

Song Huai'an was covered in wounds, his right hand was broken and he couldn't move; Ye Qianqian's clean pink robe was stained red with blood, and her pale face was full of terror; Zhuge Tian and Xia Mengqi were both unconscious, and even the usually lively Lin Jingquan had a lifeless look in his eyes.

How did they become like this?

Song Huai'an looked at Wu Ying flying in the sky with hatred, his heart filled with bitterness.

As the senior disciple, he failed to protect his junior brothers and sisters, forced to watch helplessly as they were injured or even killed. It was all because he was too weak; he could only watch helplessly as everything unfolded.

He wanted to fight, but his right hand was broken off, he couldn't hold a sword, and he had almost no spiritual power left.

What is Wu Ying going to do?

[System, how is the plot progressing?]

[Host, the plot is progressing smoothly. The massacre in the Void Realm is about to begin. Once it's completed, the scene where Wen Ze saves the day will appear.]

That's good. Honestly, Wu Ying got my clothes all dirty. I'll tell A Yu when I get back.

Ye Qianqian still looked panicked, but she felt quite at ease inside. After all, Wu Ying was the Demon Lord's subordinate and wouldn't really harm her.

Wu Ying stood high in the sky, coldly watching the cultivators on the ground who were at his mercy.

He gripped his black sword and landed steadily on the ground. Watching the sect disciples retreat like waves, he felt boundless joy.

What a beautiful expression! The fear and tears made him feel good.

Despite his severe injuries, Song Huai'an resolutely stood in front of the sect disciples, holding the Golden Cloud Sword in his left hand, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Despite his fear, Song Huai'an did not back down an inch.

"Song Huai'an, you truly deserve to be called the eldest disciple of the Qingyun Sect. You actually dared to dream of protecting others. Well then, I'll reward you with a quick and painless death!" Wu Ying's eyes flashed with excitement as he raised his sword and slashed at Song Huai'an.

Song Huai'an raised his sword with his left hand, but he knew that he could not block it no matter what.

"Clang!" The sound of metal colliding, and the excessively strong wind.

"Fellow Daoist Song, step back behind me!"