Demon respects life, Master, don’t cry, disciple is wrong

In the following days, several people made a bunch of spiritual weapons and went from house to house to teach the villagers how to use the spiritual weapons.

I planned to leave here and return to the top of Wangya tomorrow, but unexpectedly the tsunami broke out again.

This time it came even more fiercely, and the newly built villages were once again swallowed up by the sea.

Countless lives were lost.

The tsunami occurred for three days, and six people worked day and night to rescue the people.

Finally, when the tsunami stopped, hail fell from the sky, and ice cubes as big as fists fell from the sky. They were densely packed and destroyed the villages that were not swallowed up by the tsunami.

The rice fields were completely destroyed.

Some villagers fainted when they saw this.

"Without our home, even the rice in the terraced fields is gone, how can we survive?" an old man cried.

A man smiled bitterly. He ran out of the shelter despite everyone's obstruction and stood alone in the hail: "Aying, children, I'm here."

Within a few moments, the man was killed on the spot by hailstones, and his entire face was covered in blood and flesh.

Bei Yi: "Isn't it good to live?"

An old man said: "His father, mother and children all died in the tsunami. His wife couldn't stand the excitement and hanged herself yesterday..."

Bei Yi was stunned: "!"

Living is extremely painful for some people.

Perhaps the world will say that he is cowardly and is not afraid of death, so why is he still afraid of living?

But living also requires great courage. It requires courage to face the loneliness of a new day, to face the pain, to watch oneself being broken piece by piece, but to be powerless.

I wanted to squat down, fold my arms and hug myself, but I found that my hands were extremely cold. The dazzling sunlight at that moment was like a sharp blade, forcing people to retreat step by step into the darkness, making people immersed in the abyss. .

Sometimes I thought I had encountered warmth, but I never thought it was a raging fire, burning the newly healed wound back and forth. Finally, there was a moment when I was no longer obsessed with who would redeem me, no longer obsessed with reconciling with the world, and no longer obsessed with finding the complete self. Own.

I just want to die with my former self and the glory of heaven.

At that moment, the burst of light tore the person into pieces, but he felt no pain at all. He only felt relief and freedom, so he smiled as he watched the fragments of his body smash into the darkness like ice crystals.

In a dazzling moment, the darkness is illuminated by a glimmer of light...

A few days later, the hailstorm in Bali finally ended. People cried in their arms and cried with joy. The imperial city also gave porridge to the people.

After bidding farewell to the two Wan brothers, the master and apprentice got into the carriage and hurried back to the top of Wangya.

The carriage was bumpy for a whole day, and Bei Yi was already dizzy and unconscious.

Han Ziyu: "Forget it, let's go back with the sword."

When Yujian was flying, he happened to pass by Fang Yuan area.

Xi Qing: "Master, why does this place look so deserted? What happened?"

Han Ziyu flew down with his sword, and what he saw was a collapsed house. Huge cracks appeared on the ground, and the cracks seemed to be torn open by violence.

Bei Yi lay on Han Ziyu's shoulder. After vomiting for a while, his consciousness became much clearer.

Some homeless refugees were indifferent after seeing the master and disciples, and there was no wave in their eyes.

Only a few children in ragged clothes ran over and asked the four people for food.

Han Ziyu took out some food and handed it to the child.

After Bei Yi saw the food, he held on to the broken wood and vomited again.

Xi Qing hurried over and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

Bei Yi: "It's okay."

Bei Yi opened the space bag and took out a pile of food: "Let's share a portion."

Xi Qing cleared away a lot of food and distributed it to the victims.

The few people walked forward for a while, and Bei Yi felt a headache.

It was the same in the previous life. There were piles of rotting corpses lying on the deserted road, and wild dogs were eating the corpses.

The scenes from his past life overlapped with his current life. He had a splitting headache, and the scene of his mother's tragic death in Liu's house also came to him.

Han Ziyu looked back and immediately retreated to Bei Yi: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Bei Yi bit his lip.

He remembered those years when there was a severe drought and there was no harvest. People exchanged their children for food...

He was sold into the Liu Mansion as a slave, and was tortured like a dog by the people of the Liu Mansion...

Han Ziyu held his wrist and silently channeled mana to him, trying to suppress the pain in Bei Yi's body.

But he has a body without internal energy, and the input of mana is like sinking into the sea, without any effect.

"Master, I'm really fine."

Xi Qing: "You turned pale and your lips were purple from vomiting, and you still said it was okay."

"It's really okay."

On the deserted road, several wild dogs gnawed on the corpses. After seeing a few people, the wild dogs took a few steps back unwillingly.

Thick fog came from the nearby mountains and forests.

There was just a roar, and the entire forest collapsed, forming a huge hole in the ground with endless cracks.

The master and disciples only felt a shake, and the next moment they fell into a crack.

Several people were still falling, and the strong wind whipping up in the crack made them unable to fight back. The swirling hurricane swept the master and disciples straight towards the center of the earth.

Fortunately, Han Ziyu, who had sharp eyes and quick hands, immediately threw up Li Xuan's braid and tied up Xi Qing Beiyi and Su Qing's waist. The few of them were not blown away by the strange wind for the time being.

After an unknown amount of time, the wind stopped.

The four people fell down, and Xi Qing and Bei Yi fainted.

Su Qing: "Immortal Lord, I will transform into a snake body in a moment. You take the two of them and leave this place with me."

Han Ziyu tried hard to calm down. Fang Yuan was clearly in a plain area, so how could earthquakes occur one after another.

The bottom of this crack reaches the ground at least hundreds of thousands of feet high.

"Qingqing, can your demon power fly to this height?"

"can."

Han Ziyu helped the two people who fainted and looked forward along the seam in the ground. There was no end in sight.

The ground suddenly lit up with fire, and in an instant, hot magma burst out.

Han Ziyu immediately took his two apprentices with his sword and flew up.

The art of sword control is meant for personal escape and travel, and it has reached its limit with two people, let alone three people.

Wu Ge reluctantly flew upwards.

At the critical moment, Su Qing turned into a giant blue dragon snake, caught the three of them and flew into the sky.

Before reaching the ground, another earthquake began and the mountain shook, another crack appeared, the ground began to collapse, and rocks fell frequently where the few people were.

Quqing dodged the rocks and flew upwards, but the evil wind swept in again.

Han Ziyu immediately used formations to resist.

After a while, several people were still swept in by the hurricane.

Han Ziyu: "Qingqing, take them away first."

Han Ziyu cast a spell to push several people out of the center of the hurricane. Qingqing wanted to hook Han Ziyu with the snake's tail, but the hurricane swept Han Ziyu away in an instant.

Qing Qing had no choice but to send the unconscious two people to the ground first, and then flew into the cracks in the ground again to look for Han Ziyu.

After the hurricane dissipated, the sounds of monsters frequently sounded in the eerie cracks in the ground.

After Quqing turned into a snake, he also let out the roar of the Qinglin King Snake. He roared a few times, and the monsters immediately stopped roaring, and some even whimpered in fear.