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Qingcheng is in ruins...

The sun at noon was covered by dark clouds, dull thunder rolled faintly, and then, big raindrops fell.

First, a drop of blood hit the ground, and then a piece of blood washed away the filthy world.

Tianyin Sect's flying boat headed towards Liangcheng, leaving only seven corpses with their heads missing.

"Pap tap tap..."

The sound of rain, the curtain of rain. There was a woman walking among them.

The woman, with a pure white body and a flower crown on her head, walked slowly and briskly to the seven corpses and carefully identified them.

Finally, He saw a familiar-looking head, with its eyes punched in, its skin cut off, and its nose and lips dug out.

This head was tortured and all the teeth were pulled out. The woman slowly picked up the head and compared it with the corpse one by one with a brisk step.

He picked up some skinless body parts from the mud under the rain curtain, pieced them together, and finally made a rough appearance.

"That's right."

The woman muttered to herself, stretched out her hands to wrap the body parts and walked away into the distance.

The soul that was fixed on his body was immortal and floated towards Liangcheng along the way. The corpse pieces in his hands collided and scattered from time to time, and then miraculously collided and connected again.

On the way, he passed by slowly moving airships at high altitudes. He did not hesitate, but the airships did not find the woman or the corpse.

He had a special way of avoiding inspection. He glanced in the air and looked back without hesitation.

Behind Him, some ethereal silhouettes loomed in the rain curtain, following closely.

The rain greatly blocked Feizhou's sight, but also successfully provided shelter for the migrating Liangcheng.

"Let's go, catch up!"

Amidst the rain, cars, people walking, and noisy voices, countless refugees were struggling to move forward.

Dark clouds in the sky and refugees on the ground create a doomsday visual impact.

"Everyone go away, everyone go away!"

There are extraordinary beings shouting and roaring in the rain, urging those few people who are still unwilling to leave.

"It's raining so hard, can't we just wait?"

There was an old man with a cane and he just sat in his little nest: "I won't leave. I'm old and can't walk anymore."

The extraordinary people were anxious: "Old man, you have to leave together. We can let you squeeze into the truck."

The old man shook his head and blocked the entrance of the tattered tent with his crutch. Anyone could tear through this obstacle.

But this seemed to be the old man's strongest support. He squirmed and frowned: "I'm old and can't walk anymore. This is my root. I can't walk anymore..."

They were just hanging on, and could have enjoyed their old age in peace, but their happiness was destroyed by sudden changes.

There were also disabled survivors lying in the tents, their faces sallow and thin, and the rain temporarily suppressed the pungent smell that soared into the sky.

A bloody smell of excrement and fermentation.

"You go, my whole family stays here, I can't be so selfish, what if they can't find me?"

Or maybe it's a baby left in swaddling clothes, crying loudly in the rain, with its parents nowhere to be found.

A soldier reported to his superiors: "There are still many elderly people in the shelter, and the disabled people are unwilling to leave. What should I do?"

"There's also a baby whose parents we can't find."

These extraordinary beings were all wet, their shoes were full of rainwater, and they made a squeaking sound with every step they took.

They were unwilling to stay for a moment, and were willing to take the initiative to stay and look for more, to find out who had not heard yet, and whether anyone had difficulty moving.

The superior is faced with a difficult choice, and migration is inevitable. He cannot delay the masses, and he does not have the ability to delay it.

Finally, seeing that the large army was about to leave Liangcheng completely, they made a decision after consulting their leader.

"Give it up."

Leaders can only make this choice.

The soldier gritted his teeth, nodded, and rushed back into the rain.

When he turned back, a soldier held a baby in his arms, wrapped it closely, and covered it with a raincoat to pursue the troops.

Chen Banxian watched people coming and going. He was sitting on a transport vehicle, and there were many extraordinary beings with him.

Unlike him, these extraordinary beings have missions and need to rotate the soldiers on duty around them.

The crowd was noisy, shouting, shouting, and densely packed.

At the end, there is the demon clan. Those demons that have turned on their spiritual intelligence follow closely. The bulky ones are carrying supplies on their backs, while the thin ones are looking for dangers everywhere.

This is not only a disaster for humans, but also a disaster for native creatures.

From a distance, they saw two other huge teams. The three parties kept a certain distance and left in batches.

It is the first and second refuge.

In front of the troops, the top extraordinary beings clear the way. Except for the white mist of space, any monsters blocking the way will be strangled with force!

The third shelter is the last one to leave and needs to be at the rear, but the safety level is undoubtedly much higher.

Chen Banxian's vehicle was on the outer edge and drove very slowly.

This location is suitable for the super warriors to take turns. He can see the refugees walking beside him through the vehicle fence.

He has a sallow face, thin muscles, malnutrition, and his steps are shallow and deep.

They had no means of shelter from the rain. They only had some plastic bags fixed on their heads and bodies. The heat generated during walking temporarily suppressed the coldness of the rain.

Although it's not very fast, you have to walk to keep up.

The sword spirit vibrated behind him: "It's incredible. In all my years of living, this is the first time I've encountered such an orderly escape."

In His view, this would inevitably lead to a stampede, theft, fighting, banditry and oppression.

But in fact, everyone is very orderly and does not cause trouble to others.

The huddled half dragon raised his head when he heard the sound, then lowered his head.

Chen Banxian's eyes were calm: "Human beings are a very contradictory group. At certain times, they are extremely dirty, and at other times, they can be holier than a lotus flower."

In the disaster, the busy and dedicated extraordinary people infected every survivor. The good ones became more good, and the evil ones controlled the evil.

These extraordinary beings were infected by the leaders, and each leader was infected by Die Yunfei.

They showed unity to the extreme.

Chen Banxian watched the rain curtain and closed his eyes to rest.

"Hey, boy, why don't you speak?" The sword spirit babbled there:

"I think you humans are quite pleasing to the eye. Can you tell me about it?"

It was rare that he didn't say bad words, but it was a pity that Chen Banxian didn't want to pay attention to him at this time.

"It's raining today, do you want to call me grandpa?"

The sword spirit immediately fell silent.

"Brother, give way."

At this time, a female transcendent next to him stood up. It was difficult to get up and down in the narrow carriage. Of course, Chen Banxian's coffin and half-long body accounted for most of the reasons.

"What's wrong?" Chen Banxian asked casually, moving his long legs away.

"No." Na Chaofan smiled awkwardly: "My husband has rheumatism. It's raining so hard that I want to replace him as soon as possible. It's quite dangerous outside."

She is not big and thin, but she squeezes into the rain curtain tenaciously.

The rain wet her back and scattered in the rain curtain.