"Who dares to hurt my disciple?"

The extremely cold voice shook the heavens and the earth, carrying with it a murderous aura that could lead to the death of millions.

The man in black robe sensed the danger and felt a chill all over his body. He had lived in darkness for many years, but it was not as cold as it was at this moment. The irresistible pressure came over him, and he turned over to avoid it. He subconsciously wanted to escape, but he was knocked away by the silver-white spiritual power. Countless sword shadows flashed with cold light, cutting him into pieces on the spot!

The silvery-white orchid flowed, wrapping Chu Chaozhao, and the next moment, she appeared in a warm embrace.

Wen Xi was overjoyed, tears streaming down her cheeks: "It's Master!"

The moment that spotless figure appeared, the despair and silence in the city were instantly washed away by joy.

"Venerable Bai Qing is here! Junior Sister is fine!"

"Venerable Bai Qing is here! We are saved! We are all saved!"

……

Wen Qingyu was dressed in a long robe, his silver-white hair was tied up with a flying branch crown, the hairband behind him moved without wind, his compassionate deity was natural, he stood high in the air, his figure was tall and slender, as steady and calm as a mountain, protecting everyone behind him.

When everyone saw this, the small figure that was previously blocking the front flashed through their minds. It gradually overlapped with the tall figure in front of them, and suddenly they understood.

Yes, how could I not be familiar with it!

Like teacher, like disciple!

Wen Qingyu raised his hand, and the silver-white spiritual power turned into a huge sword, cutting through the sky, as if tearing a hole for the people of this city, and the skylight shone in.

The black formation crackled, shattered instantly, and exploded into powder.

People from all sects and families were floating in the air, a dense group wearing robes of various colors, surrounding them tightly. The atmosphere was solemn and majestic, making people feel weak in the knees.

All the disciples of the sect and the members of the aristocratic families saw someone they were familiar with in the crowd. They almost cried on the spot, but they steadied their shaky bodies and stood straight.

Jun Fengshan spoke first, with a powerful tone: "Who are you? How dare you invade our Yunzhou territory, slaughter our Yunzhou people, and hurt our sect disciples!"

The black-robed man had nowhere to retreat, black blood seeping out of his body, and was forced back to the spot by countless sword shadows: "Hahaha! A mere Yunzhou ant is worthy of knowing my clan?!"

Jiu Xie was furious: "Damn it, why are you talking so much nonsense? I'm going to tear his head off and let the little brat kick it around like a ball!"

Wen Xianyun was about to go crazy. As soon as he came in, he saw that his little cub was almost killed here, but he tried his best to restrain himself: "Elder Jiuqi, don't be impulsive. With my brother here, he can't escape. This person is cunning and unpredictable, don't act rashly! Heal the children first and see how badly they are injured!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone skilled in medical skills came down and started treating everyone.

Chu Chaozhao turned his eyes away from the densely packed group of people hanging in the air, and secretly sighed that it was worthy of being the world of immortal cultivation, as their appearance was so grand.

Wen Qingyu treated her injuries and fed her a pill. His hand trembled slightly as he held her, and he felt a sense of fear in his heart.

Almost, almost, he was late.

His eyes, which were extremely cold but full of compassion for all the people in the world, reflected the redness of the person in his arms. They suddenly trembled, full of heartache.

"Our little Zhaozhao has suffered! It's my fault. Does it hurt? Is he injured anywhere?"

His voice was low and solemn, but he tried hard to restrain himself and make it gentle. If you listened carefully, you could hear him choking.

"It's just a minor injury." Chu Chaozhao waved and hugged him, smiling brightly, "I've said before, it's never too late for Master to come, and this time is just right!"

She almost showed off, acting like a spoiled braggart without even realizing it herself: "Master, am I awesome? I knew you would definitely come, so I brought everyone along until now."

Wen Qingyu's eyes turned red, and he smiled, patted her head lovingly, and praised her generously:

"Amazing! Our little Zhaozhao is really amazing. At such a young age, he remained calm in the face of danger and brought his brothers and sisters to protect the people of the city. Our little Zhaozhao is a little hero.

Leave it to me next. I will make him pay for what he did today!"

He used hand gestures to clean the blood off her body. When he was about to change her dress, the dress seemed to know what was going on. A golden light flashed and it automatically changed into a noble and exquisite long skirt that trailed on the ground, refusing to let him change it.

Wen Qingyu gave up temporarily.

"Okay!" Chu Chaozhao didn't cry out in pain. He endured the chains running through his body, smiled brightly, and complained, aggrieved.

"Master, you must avenge me. Half of my injuries are caused by him! He also called us ants and wanted me to be his master's slave. He also abused me and turned me into a dead puppet! For him to drive! How evil!"

Damn!

"Okay, Master will avenge you. You can have a good rest."

When Wen Qingyu heard the voice, the murderous intent that was about to be suppressed was revealed at this moment. He gently handed her to Shen Jinming at his side, and disappeared on the spot.

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