After being reborn, he became cinnabar in the heart of Quanxianmen

The soldiers supported the three monks and ran towards the city gate along the hidden streets.Another wave of men with knives was running on the same street as them, but facing in two directions.

In front of those people, a three-story-high flame troll was spewing flames wantonly, destroying houses wherever it went.The rolling fire rustled down, and the hundreds of scorched corpses that made up the ugly body had distorted and hideous faces, and let out terrifying roars together.

Lu Ran gritted his teeth and patted the soldier beside him: "Take me back!"

The soldier replied solemnly: "The villain was ordered by the prefect to send the fairy out of the city. The military order is like a mountain and cannot be disobeyed."

Lu Ran almost laughed out of anger.The princess dared to knock him out, and now she put it here and started to give him military orders like paper.This is not a military order like a mountain, it is clearly a face as thick as a mountain.

He had no choice but to cajole and lie, persuading him at the same time: "I have exhausted my spiritual power, but I still have the power of my soul, which can fend off evil spirits. Really, I won't lie to you, take me back, and I will show you a big treasure." .”

After all, he summoned the copper lamp, which emitted a bright and soft light. Following the flow of Lu Ran's soul, the flames lying on the black crystal danced as if they were alive.The soldier was taken aback when he saw the magic of the living lamp for the first time.

Lu Ran took the opportunity and said, "Take me back. Believe me, exorcism, I'm a professional."

The innocent soldier hesitated for a moment, looked at the wide open city gate not far ahead, then looked back at the dozens of small figures in front of Huomo, and finally stared at Lu Ran's innocent and upright face for a while , finally made up his mind, half backed and half supported Lu Ran and ran back with all his strength.

For a long time, Lu Ran has had a very contradictory feeling towards the soul lamp - he feels close and familiar with this lamp residing in the soul, but in his heart he is inexplicably resistant to using the true power of the soul lamp.

A few days later, he still clearly remembered how Yi Yao was covered in blood and forcibly interrupted his spellcasting during the attack of the magic locust.

But right now his spiritual power is almost exhausted due to the use of forbidden techniques, and there is no other way but to use the soul lamp.As the soul power condensed, the light in the lamp became brighter and brighter, like a rising star in the dark sky.

The young soldier carried Lu Ran on his back with all his might, just like he was carrying a big sack, and finally caught up with the prefect and the others.Both the prefect and the adjutant were covered in blood. When they caught sight of them from the corner of their eyes, they both froze for a moment, turned around and roared almost at the same time: "Why the hell are you back?!"

Just as the two of them turned around, the flame monster raised its fist high.

Lu Ran crazily complained in his heart why after 20 years, morality has declined so much.Regardless of human beings or demons, they all like to do this kind of sneak attack without martial ethics.

He raised the shining copper lamp in his hand, and his soul power quickly condensed.The same great palpitations and sadness as when I was caught in the insect swarm were quietly brewing again.

He stood with a bright lamp on the battlefield full of corpses, and the giant fist of the monster slammed down heavily——

Boom, a thick beam crashed straight into the top of the monster's head.The monster's head made of charred corpses instantly collapsed.The body fell to one side, and the fist landed a dozen feet away from them, knocking down a block of houses.

Lu Ran froze for a moment, and the light of the soul lamp in his hand gradually went out.He looked up at the height of the roof, and there was a tall and thin figure standing on the ridge of the roof, holding a yellow emerald ruler, surrounded by two spirits of earth and wood——

Duanmujian woke up.

The troll braced himself to stand up.The hands of the female nun on the ridge of the roof flashed, and several wooden beams crashed like lightning, like huge wooden nails, firmly nailing it to the ground.The monster still wanted to struggle to get up, but the surrounding houses collapsed and collapsed, heavily pressing on it.

Duanmu Jian flew downstairs, landed in front of Lu Ran, and shouted: "What happened? What's the matter? Why isn't Song Jun and A Ying with you?"

Lu Ran was about to call out to my sister, I can do it, with stars in his eyes: "Goddess Duanmu, you are my only myth."

Duanmujian: "?"

The troll collapsed to the ground, the brick wall weighing on it, making it unable to get up.The troll gradually became silent, and its body slowly melted.Accompanied by the sound of dust falling, one after another scorched corpses pulled out their torsos from the troll, and stumbled towards the direction where everyone was.

The attack power of the small scorched corpses is much lower than that of the trolls, but they are much more agile than the slow-footed trolls, and their targets are scattered, making it difficult to encircle them all.As long as one escapes and bumps into unarmed civilians fleeing in a panic, it is likely to be a massacre.

Duanmujian snapped his fingers, and a piece of the burning roof accelerated and fell, smashing half of the charred corpse walking in front.The monster with only one limb left staggered and fell on another charred corpse.Collided and splashed sparks.

The limbs of the two monsters were gradually glued together.Two heads, four hands, growing on the same torso, leaving a sticky black footprint on the ground with every step.

Duanmu Jian was startled: "Can it still be like this? How do you fight?"

Lu Ran stared at the hundreds of monsters in front of him, clenched the copper lamp in his hand, and replied earnestly: "Yes, sister Duanmu. How can you still be like this? How do you fight?"

Duanmujian: "..."

Sister Duanmu?Why didn't you remember that I was Sister Duanmu when you pissed me off?It seems that the current situation is far more tragic than she imagined!

She just woke up from the empty mansion and rushed to the battlefield following the sound.Amid Lu Ran's calls to her sister, she fully realized the seriousness of the matter.She turned to the commander of the guards in the city, and said seriously: "Can you close the city gate?"

The prefect wiped his face with his dirty sleeve resentfully: "The last batch of city residents should have almost evacuated, and when they are all gone, the city gate can be completely closed. The previous trolls can't stop them, Now that it’s getting smaller, none of these bastards will let me out!”

Duanmu Jian stingily released a trace of spiritual power, and a low earth wall rose from the ground, like a threshold on the ground.The charred corpses moved stiffly, tripped by roadblocks and fell to the ground one after another.

The monster's footsteps were successfully held back.Duanmujian quickly arranged tactics: "The prefect leads the way, we fight and retreat in the direction of the city gate."

The prefect nodded, and the adjutant seized the time to gather the team and reorganize the situation.Taking advantage of the time when the prefect re-arranged his troops, Lu Ran poured out the pills for restoring spiritual power from the kit bag, and swallowed them all without counting.On the other side, he took out several spirit stones and put them in his sleeves, and forcibly refined them to absorb the spiritual power.

The spiritual power forcefully imported from the outside world is moving through the internal organs like a mad dog.Lu Ran still had the expression of a calm and expert man on his face, and said to the eunuch, "Give me your sword, and I will adjust it for you."

Duanmujian glanced at Lu Ran who couldn't stand still in surprise: "Do you still have spiritual power?"

Lu Ran endured the throbbing pain, and returned her an enigmatic look.

A group of people began to drag and pull with the army of charred corpses, while slowly retreating towards the city gate.As soon as the magic power contained in the pill and spirit stone was absorbed and converted by Lu Ran, it was immediately poured out again, and flowed to the iron sword in the soldier's hand.Lu Ran felt that he was just like a donkey raised by an unscrupulous landlord. He wished that as soon as the grass was eaten on one side, the mill on the other side could turn by itself.

Under the effect of spiritual power, the iron sword gradually elongated, and the dry sand and stone were adsorbed on the sword body, which made the thin iron withstand high temperature, allowing soldiers to pierce the charred corpse with the long sword within a safe distance.With the weapons at hand, they were finally able to fight and retreat smoothly, and gradually retreated towards the gate of the city.

The road was littered with horrific remains that had been burnt to death.The faces of the surviving soldiers were all blackened, and no expression could be seen.But Lu Ran understood that under the thick blood stains, there must be unconcealable grief.

They still don't know whether people who were bitten by flying insects spontaneously combusted, whether they were poisoned or cursed by ghosts and gods.Not knowing the source, not knowing the medium, not knowing the way... Ignorance feeds the greatest fears.The tragedy in Dingcheng weighed heavily on everyone's heart.

His puppet can only be used once in a short period of time, so it cannot be regarded as a serious treatment method.If there were doctors and medicine practitioners present at this time, at least a few more lives could be saved.

Changliu Medicine Valley has always taken saving the world as its mission.Whenever wars and plagues are prevalent, they must be born to help.It's a pity that this place is located in the remote northwest border, while Changliu Medicine Valley is located in the southwest forest valley, the two places are far apart.

Moreover, the spiritual power here is thin, and the teleportation array cannot be accurately located. Recently, they can only be teleported to Jiacheng dozens of miles away.No matter how fast the medical practitioners are, it is impossible to come here so quickly.

However, Song Jun had already sent out the message asking for help.Among the five former Taixi masters, Mrs. Pei Jueming, the "God of Medicine" of Changliu Medicine Valley, and Lu Zhiling, the head of Zhongnan Taiyi's "Zhen Ling", are close friends in the boudoir, and the two sects have always been good friends.People who have stayed in Medicine Valley for a long time should have received the news to leave by now.

As long as they can delay long enough for the medical practitioners who came from afar, the wounded here can be treated.There is also an antidote for the weird spontaneous combustion.

Duanmu Jian cut off for them at the end, buying time for the others to rush to the south gate.She is like a miser, careful planning, and only when the monster is about to overtake everyone, she uses magic to build a ridge on the road.Compared with the earth walls that were several feet thick that Lu Ran saw in his dream, these roadblocks that shattered upon impact were like tofu.

Lu Ran glanced at Duanmujian worriedly.He already knew that Guiling would drain all of his spiritual power, even in places with the most abundant spiritual power, it would take several days to recover.She just rested for a day, and now she is just like herself, trying her best.

The city gate is in front of you.The last group of people had already left the city, and all kinds of gifts left behind by the residents when they evacuated were scattered on the side of the road.One can imagine how chaotic it was when they hurriedly evacuated.

At this moment, a soldier accidentally tripped and fell to the ground. His companion hurriedly stretched out his hands, trying to help him up.

The soldier didn't get up, but was still kneeling on the ground with a strange expression, keeping his ears on the ground, motionless.

thump.

Heavy footsteps came along the ground from the southwest.The soldier's eyes gradually became desperate.

thump.

There was also a loud noise like thunder from the east.

Boom, boom, boom.

East, west, north...

There was a smile on his face, and there was a terrible scream in his hoarse voice:

"Troll! The flame troll is here again!"

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Demon domain.

In the territory of the Flame Demon, the devil's breath is rushing around irregularly, and a vortex of fire connecting the sky and the earth is condensed in the center of the territory.It was as if someone poked a huge hole in the sky.

Fragrance from the world flows through the gap into the demon realm.Countless ferocious flame trolls huddled together in chaos, without seeing the head and tail of the team, and marched towards the barrier slope.

On the top of Xuanying Hall, You Guihu exudes a secret devilish energy all over his body.A string of fragments of light, like a lens, quietly flew towards the turbulent sky in the Balrog's territory under the cover of the magic breath.

In the dark place where all the demons in the Demon Realm were unaware, a huge spell quietly took shape.

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Kunwu Sword Sect.

Zhenxiu used spiritual power to mobilize mica, placer gold, and coral as raw materials to blend fine powder, and outlined winding and regular lines on the ground.The dense streamer flows between repeated symmetrical stripes, and a dense and complicated hexagram pattern gradually takes shape.

Any monk present would find this formation quite familiar.Because its structure is exactly the same as that of the [Tianya close at hand] teleportation array commonly used by monks, but there are slight differences in the detailed patterns.

A tall slender man in a gray-blue robe walked up to Jian Qing's side at some point.The other monks passing by all respectfully saluted: "Chief."

In Kunwu territory, there is only one person who holds this title—Chief Equipment Repairer of Zhan Jinzong.

The chief instrument repairer has a handsome appearance, with delicate eyebrows and eyes like a beautiful doll.It's just that there is an obvious black and white color at the moment.For the convenience of the picture, the hair was cut short, and only a strand was tied into a small bun hanging down the back of the head.

There is a string of complex and mysterious metal artifacts on the side of the ear, like the sharp ear fins of a deep-sea shark, which sets off the pale and tired complexion because it has not seen the sun for a long time.

On the hands exposed outside the sleeves, there is also a string of delicate bracelets. Thin metal chains are woven into a net, bound together with the same small and delicate parts, and connected to the rings on the ten fingers.

His hands were overly slender, with well-defined joints, and were incredibly stable. When they fell out of thin air, they didn't even tremble.Against the cold metal light, it doesn't look like the hand of a living person, but some kind of magic weapon with extremely high precision.

The puppet-like Qixiu stood beside Jianqing, didn't speak, just moved his fingers slightly.The pulling of the chain is like a puppet's thread, and the amplitude and speed of each finger movement are surprisingly consistent.

The metal chain tightened with the movement of the fingers, like some kind of exoskeleton attached to the hands.

A line of text is transformed into the air out of thin air.

Gu Shuhong looked at the flowing magic circle on the ground, and said calmly: "This time we won't use [Song of the Mountain]. The disciples of Jianzong have already teleported to the nearest Jiacheng, and the blue bird that conveyed the message has also been released to notify the monks in Dingcheng Evacuate."

The temperament is mysterious and withdrawn, and the man who does not look like a living person reveals a faint disappointment when he hears this.

Gu Shuhong added: "The four disciples of Taiyi broke their arms to survive, and were given the forbidden technique [puppet]. After evacuating Dingcheng, they will come to Jianzong for repairs. Zhi Tianming hopes to ask you to help adjust the size of the puppet's arm .”

Hearing the word [puppet life], the metal magic weapon in the man's ear suddenly shrank, but there was not much surprise on his face, as if this top-secret forbidden technique was just a popular technique that all instrument repairers were familiar with Law.

Modifying and adjusting the puppet's refined body is a troublesome and troublesome matter.

But since this is the case, the person who imposed the puppet should also come over.

In the eyes of Qi Xiu, whose temperament is as cold as metal, a faint stream of emotion glides across.The corner of his mouth tugged slightly.

When he woke up last time, he was doing final adjustments in the mountainside, and he couldn't make it in time.Now that he is coming to Jianzong for training, the two can finally meet again.

Chief Qixiu lowered his eyelashes slightly, looking at the exoskeleton-like chain wheel in his hand.

He's been waiting for him for too long.

It's been so long that he has almost forgotten the feeling of the fingertips rubbing against his skin when those gentle and strong hands put on this assistive device for him.

A gleam of light flashed across the man's deep eyes, and he suddenly had the motivation to work.Even the cold light reflected from the metal instruments behind the ear bones seemed to soften.He nodded to indicate that he agreed, and the single-syllable ah ah came out of his throat.

Gu Shuhong lightly flicked the strangely shaped long sword in his hand, and the sword ornament on his wrist clanged accordingly.

There was a trace of gentle affection in Jian Qing's cold eyes, but he quickly returned to his determination: "As for [Singing of the Mountain]... don't worry, the immortal alliance and the demon world will have a bright future."

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Outside Dingcheng.

Kun Wu, who was thousands of miles away, still missed one thing.

Song Jun was wearing a burqa to conceal her identity, lying unconscious on the soldier's back.Beside him was another soldier carrying A Ying on his back.Behind him is the cataclysmic Dingcheng that is gradually receding, and billowing black smoke rising from the city.

The blue flying bird stood on Song Jun's shoulder, constantly pecking at the nun who had fallen into a deep coma with its sharp beak, and pawing and pulling it with its small claws from time to time, but got no response.

In the name of Jianqing, Qingniao, who came to tell everyone in Dingcheng to retreat, stared blankly at Song Jun with wise eyes.

The recipient fainted and couldn't hear the message, what should I do?

The author has something to say:

Alas, the pace in front of me was too fast, which led to the appearance of the chief weapon repairer of the Zhan Jinzong inexplicably and without force (painful mask)

But this is actually a big guy coming (cover face)

According to the setting, "The First Sword" should be the first confrontation between the world of cultivating immortals and the world of demons after 20 years, and it should be a relatively tense section.But I feel that my writing is so broken