please don't wear it

Only ten days had passed since the last battle, and the people of the Xu Wanmeng attacked Huaiyang City again.

Under the dark sky, the radiance of the monk's spells and the burning flames mixed together, like strange and changing monsters and grimaces.

There was also a strange bird that was bigger than a human being, making shrill and ear-piercing screams, and fluttering its wings up and down.

I have seen Ren Wudao perform his moves many times, such a scene will not shock Yi Lian too much, he hastily glanced at the distance, then retracted his gaze, and turned his head to look at the street next to him.

From the moment when the first noise of the battle came, the originally silent and empty streets suddenly started to move.

The houses that are still intact, the dilapidated houses, the shops that are not open...everywhere, people ran out of them.Most of them were thin and dressed in bleak clothes, calling for their relatives and friends, and ran away from the battlefield alone or with their families.

Yi Lian stared blankly at the crowd who suddenly appeared, but didn't realize it for a while: "Who are they?"

"Escape." Ren Wudao said.

Yi Lian really looked at him, blinked in confusion, and then looked at the crowd not far away.

He and Ren Wudao stood next to a broken wall, and they were covered with a layer of fluctuating transparency, which could perfectly conceal their figure.

Neither monks fighting in the distance nor mortals rushing past will find them.

But they can watch the fun here without having anything to do with themselves, but ordinary people in Huaiyang City can't.

It may be because they are used to it. These mortals are quite proficient in escaping. They packed their bags in a short period of time and left in a hurry with their few belongings. Supporting each other, the city was unexpectedly noisy and lively for a while.

As for the things in the distance, Yi Lianzhen couldn't see clearly, he could only vaguely distinguish the fiercely attacking Xu Wanmeng and the tenaciously resisting Chuyangdao, and saw the various magic techniques that were as gorgeous as fireworks.

According to Bai Lizhao's previous words, Chuyang Dao's chances of winning this battle are not great.But for some reason, he suddenly hoped that Chu Yangdao would last a little longer, at least allowing these mortals to run to a safe place.

Ren Wudao's eyesight is better than his, and he has been staring at the situation in the distance, and he sighed softly after a while.

"Chuyang Dao is about to lose." He said.

Almost at the same time as he was speaking, a dazzling red light suddenly flashed in the distance, an illusory long sword cut across the air, and the sound of the sword swept forward with raging fire.

The monks of Chuyang Dao couldn't resist, and retreated into the city one after another.

Xu Wanmeng did not give in, and soon forced himself into the city. Every move was extremely fierce, breaking through the defense of the monks of Chuyang Dao, and slashing fiercely towards the city below.

The ground was cut deep like tofu, the buildings were torn apart, tiles and dust mixed with blood rose up, and screams and wailing were heard endlessly.

Yi Lian trembled unconsciously, took a few steps back, and leaned against the broken wall.

The fighting monks were getting closer, and he could already see their clothes and appearance clearly.

Baili Zhao and his companions maintained a large defensive formation together, and there were various halos in the formation to defuse the attacks from the opposite side.

But even so, they were forced to keep retreating, and within a few minutes, half of them fell, and they could hardly maintain the original formation.

Although he looked like a frail scholar, Bai Lizhao was the one at the front. He struck fiercely, and he always protected his companions. The long sword in his hand was already soaked in blood.

But his face was also pale, and after resisting the attacks of Xu Wanmeng several times, he was blown away.

And at the next moment, he stood up again and returned to his original position, protecting the other monks behind him as the city lord.

"Baili Zhao's injury has exploded," Ren Wudao commented calmly, "He can only last three more rounds at most."

Yi Lian really opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.

I don't know which side of the monks attacked it, sporadic flames fell on the ground, and soon gray-black smoke rose from the city, and the beams of the house were broken amidst the crackling of the flames.

There were children crying around, and she lost her parents, standing alone in the middle of the street, holding a small puppet made of clay in her hand.

At this time, the members of the Xu Wanmeng also discovered Bai Lizhao's external strength and internal strength, and they all chanted mantras, took out treasures, and joined forces to launch a fatal blow.

Even though he was far away, there was still a gust of wind blowing over Yi Lianzhen's cheeks, messing up his hair.

Along with the strong wind came sand, rocks and flames, and the orange storm was extremely hot, mercilessly devouring everything it touched.

Bai Lizhao did not take a step back.

He held his sword horizontally, blocking the other people in Chuyang Dao.

At this moment, even Yi Lian could see what Bai Lizhao wanted to do.

He wanted to sacrifice himself, using his life and flesh and blood to buy some more time for his companions.

But... what's the use?

Huaiyang City has been destroyed, and there are less than five of his companions left. Although this battle is not over yet, they have already lost.

From the mid-term, "Battle of the World" no longer needs a protagonist, and there is no mention of the protagonist, and no one knows the ending of the protagonist.

Now it seems that Bai Lizhao in the book may have died early in Huaiyang City without anyone knowing about it at this time.

The child in the center of the street is still crying. She is only three years old at most, and she still doesn't understand anything.

But those people on the road no longer ran away.

Accompanied by the attack of the monks of the Xu Wanmeng, the orange-yellow storm brought boundless rain of fire, large groups of flames fell from the sky, and the entire Huaiyang City could not be spared.

With Bai Lizhao's sacrifice, maybe the monks of Chuyang Dao can save their lives, but the mortals who stay in Huaiyang City are doomed to escape.

The flames in the sky are getting closer and closer, and the whole city is as hot as summer.

The little girl on the road cried heartbreakingly.

Some people cried together, while others looked at the sky blankly and numbly.

Yi Lianzhen turned to Ren Wudao and moved her lips.

There was some moisture in his eyes, but he didn't know what to say: "We..."

Ren Wudao showed a shallow comforting smile: "It will be fine."

In the next second, a cold phantom fire suddenly appeared, sprang out from the ground, jumped into the air and devoured the burning fireball and raging sandstorm.

The crimson flames turned into light blue, with dazzling rays of light, following the guidance of the non-exposed front, they rushed up into the high sky, and resolved the crisis almost instantly.

Yi Lian really left the blindfold and ran over to pick up the little girl.

He had never held a child before, so he was not skilled at all, so he could only reluctantly move her to a slightly safer place.

Ren Wudao also went out.

Xu Wanmeng's big move has not yet taken effect at this time, his actions are too conspicuous, and it is equivalent to helping Chu Yangdao, and the blindfold is no longer useful.

As long as he has made a move, he can no longer stay out of this battle.

Bai Lizhao also survived because of this.

He was seriously injured, even with all kinds of elixirs and medical treatment, he would have to lie on the bed for at least half a month before he had any hope of getting out.

"The kindness of the two of you will never be forgotten," he lay down and had no way to salute Ren Wudao, he could only express his gratitude verbally, "If there is any need in the future, the monks in the city and I will definitely die."

"No need," Ren Wudao didn't respond, but said calmly, "I just don't want to see innocent mortals suffer, and I don't want to help Chu Yangdao."

"The mortals in the city," Bai Lizhao smiled wryly, "Why don't we know how difficult the lives of mortals would be if we fight, but we are too busy to take care of ourselves, so we don't have the energy to take care of them..."

Ren Wudao is noncommittal, for the monks, mortals are indeed like worthless, their safety is the last thing to consider.

He casually glanced at Yi Lianzhen next to him, the young man was holding a very small girl in his hand, the girl's eyes were confused, and she hadn't recovered from what happened before.

Yi Lianzhen said to Bai Lizhao: "This girl..."

"I will find someone to settle down," Bai Lizhao responded immediately, and he called to the side, "Xu Wen?"

Xu Wen was the least injured among the monks in the city, he walked over and politely nodded to Yi Lianzhen.

He has the appearance of a middle-aged man, and he is quite skilled in holding a child. After picking up the little girl, the girl quickly fell asleep in his arms.

Yi Lian breathed a sigh of relief.

After thinking about it, Baili Zhao spoke again.

"I don't know what your plan is in the future, senior. If you don't dislike it, you might as well stay in Huaiyang City." He tried his best to smile at the two of them, "I also have some self-knowledge, and I won't ask you to trouble senior. Senior just need to rest assured Just live in Huaiyang City."

"What happened after that?" Yi Lian really couldn't hold back, and interrupted to ask.

The monks in Huaiyang City suffered heavy casualties this time, and Bai Lizhao's injuries were difficult to heal.Without the help of Ren Wudao, the monks in Huaiyang City would not be able to withstand the Xu Wanmeng.

"And with the deterrence of seniors this time, Xu Wanmeng will not attack again in a short time." Bai Lizhao shook his head, but he was not too worried, "I have already sent the news to Shimen Da Neng before, no Reinforcements will come someday."

He said: "Chuyang Dao has a strong background, and there are countless hidden masters. At that time, we will not only be able to keep Huaiyang City, but also launch a counterattack against the towns near the Syrian Wanmeng."

Yi Lianzhen: "..."

He suddenly remembered the plot in "Battle of the World".

Whenever one side is in a weak position, they can drag out a few powerful hermit masters from nowhere, thus changing the situation and turning defeat into victory.

And the other party will do the same, dragging out the hermit expert to raise the combat power to a higher level.

These talented people who keep popping up are also the fundamental reason why "Battle of the World" can write millions of words. They are like Chinese cabbage given away for free, and their children and grandchildren are infinitely scarce.

And this world seems to be trapped in an endless loop, struggling in endless wars.

But he had no reason to stop Baili Zhao from calling for reinforcements.

All the monks in Huaiyang City were beaten so badly. As the city lord, Bai Lizhao couldn't sit still.

Chuyang Dao has hidden strength, only fools don't use it.

And after the reinforcements arrived, Xu Wanmeng on the opposite side would do the same... Yi Lianzhen didn't say anything after all.

Every town and every monk in this world behaves in this way. As long as the war does not stop, no matter what they do, it will be in vain.

Ren Wudao asked Baili Zhao for a yard that was still in good condition, saying that he would live in Huaiyang City for a while.

After bidding farewell to Bai Lizhao, Lu Yilian asked him, "I never mentioned it before, why did you suddenly decide to live here?"

Ren Wudao knew that Yi Lianzhen hadn't recovered from his previous emotions, so he grabbed his hand and slowly rubbed it, and after a while he frowned slightly and said: "I just suddenly realized that there will be no A problem with no solution."

Yi Lian hummed in confusion, not understanding what this has to do with living in Huaiyang City.

"Have you any idea of ​​how the world will end?" he asked. "What should the story end?"

Ren Wudao shook his head decisively: "I don't know."

Yi Lian looked at him in puzzlement: "Then you..."

"We don't know the answer," Ren Wudao paused, "so it's better to ask the person who asked the question directly."

The person who made the question...Yi Lian really suffocated for a moment, subconsciously grasped Ren Wudao's hand, and a little sweat broke out from the palm of his hand: "You mean..."

They did not take the initiative to get to the end of the story, but someone made a request and led them here step by step.

Ren Wudao resisted these in his heart, and after a while, he nodded slowly, his eyes were equally dignified and worried.

"That golden eye," he said in a low voice, "you said... can we call him out?"