Bai Qi hasn''t come yet. He just arrived at another yuan family town hundreds of miles away from yuan family.


    This is also the power of the yuan family, gathering a large number of yuan family disciples.


    It rained heavily, and Yang Xuan''s hair stuck tightly to his body. The rain was divided into several strands along his hair, like streams.


    He could hide from the rain, but he didn''t.


    Because he has a splitting headache.


    It was like being chopped on his forehead with an axe. The severe pain invaded his nerves like a tide, and there were multiple shadows in front of his eyes.


    Rain is also heavy, people are also heavy.


    "Oh... It hurts." his eyes began to turn red, a huge breath came out of his mouth, and his chest was like a bellows.


    "Bai Qi, what do you want to do?" the head of the yuan family in this city asked pale. Behind him were many yuan family disciples.


    "Me?" Yang Xuan looked at the double shadow in front of him and could hardly tell who was who: "I just want you... To disappear from the world..."


    "What?" the person in charge almost suspected that he had heard wrong, but the next moment, the scene in front of him almost made his eyes fall out.


    Huge locust trees rose from the ground, and the sky was covered with black leaves.


    Huge black thorns pierced out from the void, from the soil, from the crowd, from the rain curtain, and from any place that you think of and can''t think of.


    Screams, screams, angry curses, all kinds of desperate voices one after another, intertwined into a piece of death music, shaking the world.


    "White, you..." the person in charge trembled, frightened and desperate.


    But the next moment, a huge black thorn pierced out of his back heart, bringing out a large canopy of delicate blood flowers.


    On this day, the seventh day of April, it is forbidden to break the ground, repair graves and bury.


    On this day, Yang Xuan broke through four acropolis of yuan family, killing more and more millions.


    Break the ground, but do not build a grave or bury a person.


    Maybe 99% of them don''t know why they died.


    Yuan Zizhen, who got the news, had a distorted voice.


    "How dare he? How dare he?" he asked repeatedly, his voice full of great doubt.


    "How dare he? He just dare." Yuan Xinqiu laughed with blood in his voice: "Yuan Zizhen, remember, these millions of people died because of you, all because of you, ha ha."


    "If you don''t want to die, shut up." Yuan Zizhen was so angry that he threw out his sleeve and flew the boulder beside yuan Xinqiu.


    "I will not die, I want to see you lead the yuan family to extinction." Yuan Xinqiu smiled miserably, looking a little crazy.


    At the back of Yuan''s house, Gu Shentu stared at the spirit heart with pear flowers and rain in front of him. Some didn''t know what to say.


    "Elder martial brother, you let me go?" lingxin''er stared at him with red and swollen eyes. He couldn''t believe it. Tears swirled in his eyes.


    The lonely figure took off a small burden from behind and hung it on lingxin''er''s shoulder. Then he took out a thread bound book from his arms and handed it to lingxin''er very solemnly.


    "Let''s go and leave yuan''s house!" he sighed and said.


    "Why? Why?" the tears of the soul began to emerge again.


    "Did you forget what master said before he died?" Gu Shentu looked a little confused and said, "the yuan family is over. Even if it is not over, it is no longer the yuan family before."


    Speaking of master, lingxin''er''s tears began to flow down again. He cried and asked, "is it because he got up in vain? He''s not a bad man. I''ll ask him. Maybe he won''t kill so many people."


    Gu Shentu lovingly touched her head, then shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "you don''t understand. If you stay here, maybe he will kill you together."


    Lingxin''er cried, "elder martial brother, what about you? Won''t you go?"


    Gu Shentu continued to shake his head. His eyes were confused: "I won''t go. My root is in Yuan''s house. I can''t go."


    "Then I won''t go either!" lingxin''er said stubbornly.


    Gu Shentu touched her head again and said softly, "say something stupid, let''s go!"


    What else did lingxin''er want to say, but suddenly he felt a burst of darkness, and suddenly he didn''t know anything.


    "Take him as far away as possible!" he said, holding his soul.


    The two men walked out from behind the rockery, didn''t say anything, just picked up their soul, turned and left.


    Looking at the direction of lingxin''er''s departure, another beautiful figure appeared in front of Gu Shentu.


    "If you don''t go, how can I go?" he muttered to himself.


    ……


    The yuan family is powerful in the northwest, and its power distribution is known as one master, two deputy and four guards. At this time, outside the second deputy city of the yuan family, a beautiful figure stood there alone.


    She has been standing here for a long time, so long that she doesn''t know how long she has been standing.


    She is waiting for a man, a demon God who has killed millions of people.


    An old man appeared behind her. As soon as he appeared, he bowed anxiously and said, "miss Yueshu, there is a letter from the main city. Let the Miss return to the main city immediately."


    Yuan Yueshu didn''t move. Her eyes were still staring at the horizon.


    Over there, the sun is like blood.


    After a long time, she asked, "my great grandfather asked me to go back?"


    The old man hesitated and said, "yes!"


    Yuan Yueshu smiled and said, "if you go back and tell him the old man, say I won''t go back. I''ll stay here."


    The old man was worried and said anxiously, "Miss, it''s too dangerous for you to kill people in vain. It''s safe only to return to your ancestors."


    Yuan Yueshu didn''t turn back, but pointed back and asked, "what about the disciples of my yuan family in the city? What about the people who submit to my yuan family?"


    The old man looked embarrassed, but naturally said, "they can only ask for their own blessings."


    "Seek more blessings?" yuan Yueshu turned to look at him, his eyes clear, without a trace of impurities.


    The old man bowed his head and said nothing.


    "Is that what you mean, or what my ancestors meant?" yuan Yueshu asked.


    "It''s the old man''s meaning!" the old man told the truth.


    "I don''t agree!" yuan Yueshu looked firm and stared at the old man and said, "they are all disciples of my yuan family and people of my yuan family. Do you have the heart to give them up?"


    "This is a helpless move." the old man said: "Baiqi has experts in the realm of true God to help, and there is more than one. The old ancestor must stick to his sect to prevent Baiqi from raiding yuan''s family."


    After a pause, he added: "as long as the yuan family is here, it doesn''t matter how many disciples and people die. It won''t be long before we can develop a huge force."


    Yuan Yueshu was disappointed and said, "so from the beginning, the people in the city were destined to be abandoned?"


    "No one would have thought that Yang Xuan would not let go of the common people." the old man hated and said, "only white can do such a thing that people and gods are angry with."


    "Didn''t expect?" yuan Yueshu''s voice shrieked: "a word didn''t expect, can you offset millions of lives?"


    The old man didn''t speak again. He didn''t know how to explain this.


    "Go back and tell your ancestors that I, yuan Yueshu, swear to live or die with this city." yuan Yueshu''s voice seemed to be enlightening.


    The old man just wanted to say something, but he suddenly stopped. Then his pupils narrowed sharply!


    At the horizon, the sun is like blood.


    In the bloody setting sun, a huge tree stepped on the void.


    Above the huge tree, a faint human figure is faintly visible.