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Ling Jiuyao rushed back to the Qingxiao Sword Sect, and before he could get out of the teleportation formation, a bloody smell came to his nostrils.

Looking at the scene in front of him, his figure was a little shaky.

At a glance, the square of the Qingxiao Sword Sect was full of corpses, and bright red blood flowed from each corpse, converging together to form a river of blood.

In the dead silence, a white bird flew down from the sky.

That's Elder Qin's bird.

The white bird walked on the square and passed through a field of corpses. The blood stains were particularly conspicuous on the white tail feathers. It stumbled to the side of its partner and touched its body lightly with its head twice, but the partner did not respond. Respond affectionately as usual.

It looked up to the sky and whined, and the sound resounded through the sky, full of desolation.

The white bird spread its wings and flew towards a stone pillar without hesitation.

"do not want!"

Ling Jiuyao shouted loudly, but it was too late, the white bird's head hit the stone pillar heavily, and then its body slid down the stone pillar, completely silent.

Ling Jiuyao grabbed Qi Yu's shoulder suddenly, trying to stabilize his figure.

He stared blankly at everything in front of him, his face was bloodless.

"Ah Yao?" Qi Yu called anxiously.

Ling Jiuyao didn't answer, but just stared at the people on the ground, as if as long as he kept them in his eyes, they would still be alive.

Ling Jiuyao was silent for a long time, then suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, then bent down and coughed violently.

Qi Yu quickly supported him: "Ah Yao, how are you? Is there anything wrong?"

Ling Jiuyao let go of Qi Yu on his own, and walked forward alone, with a cloud covering his body.

He walked up to a person, bent down and pushed the person,

"Old man, wake up quickly."

The people on the ground did not reply.

Ling Jiuyao smiled suddenly, the blood on the corner of his mouth was bright red, and his eyes were filled with tears.

"If you don't wake up, I'll go and tear down your mountain, and don't even want your wine."

Ling Jiuyao lowered his eyes, and stroked the forehead of the elder commandment with his fingers. There was a cross-shaped wound on it, running from the forehead to the back of the head.

He took a deep breath and slowly stood up straight.

Not far from Elder Discipline, are the corpses of Sect Leader and Elder Qin.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a disciple with a sword stuck into his body. It looked like it should be his own sword, and under him was a child about ten years old.

That child should be his junior brother, he wanted to protect his junior brother, but the sword still pierced through him and killed the person he was protecting.

Ling Jiuyao glanced around, no sadness or joy could be seen on his face.

Almost all of the three thousand monks of the Qingxiao Sword Sect were defeated.

And more than an hour ago, they were all living people, and some of them were pulling him and chatting.

Ling Jiuyao tried his best to suppress the pain in his heart, but he heard a coughing sound next to his ear.

He followed the voice, and it was a man with white hair and green clothes.

Ling Jiuyao tentatively asked, "Senior Qinglong?"

Qinglong raised his eyes, and he could already see that it was the end of his battle.

He stood beside Qinglong, and Qi Yu followed behind him without saying a word.

Ling Jiuyao said with a trembling voice, "Who did it?"

"The Qingxiao Sword Sect is the top sect in the world of cultivating immortals, how could it be..." Ling Jiuyao couldn't believe it.

Qinglong wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said to him: "I don't know who they are, the aura on them does not belong to the Six Realms."

"Doesn't belong to the Six Realms?" Ling Jiuyao's pupils dilated suddenly, "How is that possible?"

Qi Yu on the side also looked sideways.

Qinglong sighed: "But it's the same as the breath on the bead you brought two days ago."

Ling Jiuyao was taken aback.

"Okay," Qinglong coughed a few times, "I don't have much time, and I want to tell you something."

Ling Jiuyao nodded: "Okay, I'll listen."

"I know you have your own things to do, and you won't step into this path of cultivation, so you don't have to avenge us in the future. In the future, don't lose your heart."

"Senior, what do you mean by that?"

Qinglong didn't answer, and continued: "I released the messenger spirit bird. Song Yuxi escaped under my protection. He will contact an elder who is not in the sect and the disciples of the outer sect. At that time, he will be the head of the sect. , my Qingxiao Sword Sect is not considered an extermination sect."

"Since we have taught you so many techniques, you should help us revive the Qingxiao Sword Sect."

Ling Jiuyao nodded with tears in his eyes: "Okay, I will."

"By the way, I couldn't tell you what you asked me with that bead before. Now that I'm dying, it doesn't matter if I tell you."

"Senior, what do you want to tell me?"

"You have to remember, God of Creation."

Ling Jiuyao was a little confused by this sentence, before Qinglong could continue, he heard him mention another matter.

"I have one more thing, I want to ask you," Qinglong paused, "It's my own private matter."

With trembling hands, Qinglong tore off the last heart-protecting dragon scale from his chest, and handed it to Ling Jiuyao.

"This thing is for you. It can save your life in times of crisis. In exchange, you can take my pair of dragon horns back to the habitat of our dragon clan."

"Take it as helping me...the fallen leaves return to their roots."

After Qinglong finished speaking, he pulled out his own dragon horn forcefully.

Ling Jiuyao put these two things away carefully: "I will definitely take them back."

Qinglong raised his hand with difficulty, touched Ling Jiuyao's forehead, and still ordered uneasy: "Don't take revenge, just go about your own business, and treat the people in Qingxiao Sword Sect as a group of passers-by."

He raised his head, looked at the stone tablet engraved with the words "Qingxiao Sword Sect" on the opposite side, and smiled.

"This Qingxiao Sword Sect, I have defended him for almost a thousand years, enough is enough."

Qinglong closed his eyes, his body turned into dots of fluorescent light.

Ling Jiuyao stood up from the ground in silence, the sadness in his eyes faded, replaced by ice.

The reason why the Qingxiao Sword Sect is able to stand at the pinnacle of the world of cultivating immortals is due to several elders with high cultivation bases and the guardian dragon.

But now, Shenlong is dead, there is only one elder left, and the disciples of the inner sect are all dead or injured, destroying the foundation of Qingxiao Sword Sect and breaking the inheritance of thousands of years.

If you want to return to the glory of the past, it will be difficult to reach the sky.

And the murderer, the murderer's aura was the same as Nan Ling's, obviously coming towards him.

Ling Jiuyao closed his eyes, not daring to continue thinking.

It was he who killed them.

Qi Yu stretched out his hand, wanting to pat Ling Jiuyao's shoulder comfortingly, but retracted it when he was about to touch it.

"Ah Yao, don't be too sad," Qi Yu sighed, "They don't want to see you like this either."

Suddenly there was a loud noise from behind the two of them, Ling Jiuyao turned his head abruptly, and saw that the words "Qingxiao Sword Sect" on the stone tablet behind him had been covered by several blood characters.

Ling Jiuyao stared at the stele and vaguely recognized the words.

"Gong, Ying, I, Lord." Qi Yu read out every single word.

Ling Jiuyao smiled suddenly: "It's the same as that Nan Ling said."

There was no smile in his eyes.

"I don't understand, I'm a mere mortal, how can I have such a great ability to attract this group of people to chase me?"

"Also, leave quickly after killing someone, and don't even dare to show your face in front of me," Ling Jiuyao said coldly, "It's extremely sinister."

He used a wave of spiritual power to wash away the blood on the stele.

Ling Jiuyao looked at Qi Yu, and after thinking about it, he said hoarsely: "Can you do me a favor? Maybe it's too much..."

"Okay." Qi Yu replied without hesitation.

Ling Jiuyao turned his head sideways: "I want you to help me arrange their remains."

Qi Yu smiled and said, "I'll do it, you just vomited blood, so don't move."

Ling Jiuyao frowned.

Qi Yu continued: "Don't worry, leave it to me."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and stretched out his hand to the corpses all over the floor.

One after another, golden threads shot down from the clouds, unlike the previous ones that directly entered people's bodies, but gently entangled them, slowly put their bodies away, and then formed a barrier to protect them. took them.

"Ah Yao, it's done."

Ling Jiuyao smiled: "Thank you."

After he finished speaking, he sat in front of the mountain gate and stared at the opposite mountains without saying a word.

Qi Yu also sat down beside him.

After a while, Ling Jiuyao said, "I want to help them avenge."

He paused: "I must avenge them."

Ling Jiuyao said slowly: "Those people came for me, and they all died because of me."

"A Yao," Qi Yu said softly, "I will help you."

Ling Jiuyao looked at him and shook his head: "This matter has nothing to do with you, you don't have to take risks."

Qi Yu sighed: "You said that we are friends."

"My friend, I have to help."

When Qi Yu said this, he concealed the bitterness in his eyes.

Ling Jiuyao stared at him intently, and finally let go.

"it is good."

Then he reminded: "But if the situation is not right in the future, you don't have to worry about me."

He didn't give Qi Yu a chance to refute, and said to himself: "When Song Yuxi comes back, I'll ask about the appearance of that group of people and what happened after I left."

After Ling Jiuyao finished speaking, he fell into silence. He always felt that someone was staring at him in the dark.

He looked in one direction according to his feeling, and there was no one there.

The two sat like this until the evening, but the originally bright and bright moon was covered with blood in Ling Jiuyao's eyes.

During the day, his mood fluctuated too much, and at night he couldn't hold on anymore, couldn't control his eyelids, and fell asleep.

He tilted his head and leaned against Qi Yu's shoulder.

Qi Yu was taken aback.

He turned his head stiffly, and what caught his eyes was Ling Jiuyao's sleeping face.

As before, Ah Yao's brows are furrowed, but today's frowns are deeper.

He held up a strand of spiritual power and gently placed his hand on Ling Jiuyao's back, fearing that he would catch a cold.

The chessboard on Ling Jiuyao's waist flickered a few times, and Xiao Bai flew out from it.

He looked at Qi Yu: "Can't you find any traces of those people?"

"Shh," Qi Yu made a silent gesture, "don't wake him up."

Helpless, Xiaobai gestured for Qi Yu to answer his own words with his eyes.

Qi Yu thought for a while, then lowered her voice to the lowest.

"I can find them."

"Then why don't you take him there now?" Xiao Bai was a little puzzled.

Qi Yu glanced sideways at Ling Jiuyao: "Let him sleep for a while, and I'll take him there when he's better."

Xiaobai was silent for a while, then nodded, and flew back to the chessboard.

Ling Jiuyao's head suddenly slipped off Qi Yu's shoulder, waking him up.

"Sorry." Ling Jiuyao rubbed his eyes.

Before Qi Yu could speak, he was interrupted by a commotion.

A white light suddenly appeared outside the mountain gate, and Song Yuxi came back with someone.