I can see the blood bar, my purity is very high

"Shut up!"

Duan Chaolong turned around and glared at Liu Erniu with bloodshot eyes. The other party's unfinished words were choked back into his throat. He dared not say anything anymore and returned to his timid appearance.

Duan Chaolong estimated the distance between himself and the black fog, and looked inward to see his remaining spiritual power.

After two days and two nights of continuous running, even if his body and spiritual power could still hold on, his spirit had reached its limit.

He had to find a place to rest.

He flew forward for a distance and passed many abandoned villages and cities.

Duan Chaolong was surprised to find that he actually saw people in a small town!

And there were some fluctuations in the formation!

After thinking for a while, he decided to go over and take a look.

Maybe it was a safe area left by the Xiandao League, and there were special means to protect it.

After pressing the flying sword, the master and apprentice flew close to the ground and soon arrived outside the town.

Duan Chaolong looked inside. The town was full of elderly people.

They carried stools and tea, gathered in groups of three or two on both sides of the road, or simply sat on the ground under the shade of trees, chatting and talking about everything.

Occasionally, they would burst into laughter when talking about interesting things, and a few elderly people would choke because they were too strong, adding fuel to the jokes.

Seeing the master and apprentice coming on the sword, the elderly just took a look, turned their heads and stopped paying attention, and continued to talk about their own things.

Duan Chaolong looked puzzled, picked up the magic sword without knowing why, and slowly stepped into the town.

Third-level evil-fearing formation?

As soon as he came in, he felt the sense of security brought by the formation and the smooth operation of spiritual power.

Even if the black fog that was everywhere in the air could be blocked by the power of the spiritual vein dragon, it would still cause a great burden on the soul.

This is why Duan Chaolong, a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, was overwhelmed after just flying the sword for two days and two nights.

Although he was exhausted to the extreme at this time, he still did not dare to relax.

The whole town was weird!

Whose good old man and old lady would not run for their lives at the end of the world and stay here to die?

And the third-level evil-fearing formation can make them feel more comfortable before they die?

Yes, at most it can only make them feel more comfortable before they die.

This level of formation can only isolate some free secondary fallen power at most.

As long as the concentration rises, it is just a glass brittle ball that can be broken with a snap of a finger.

Liu Erniu followed his master timidly.

He walked only seven or eight meters at most, and he could not withstand the pressure under the gazes of several old men and was defeated.

He was originally a farmer before he was taken away to cultivate immortals.

When facing immortal cultivators, he had never seen such a casual mortal.

Even the old village chief who passed the examination for the title of scholar was respectful.

Liu Erniu couldn't help but ask: "Excuse me, old man, the end of the world is coming, why are you still here? Is it because the court here is not doing anything, or is it because the monks of the Immortal Dao League find it troublesome?"

"This little immortal master, the court is very good to us. In half a year, there will be a great immortal master called Zhenren to pick us up in person." The kind-faced old man took a puff of his pipe, "It's just that we are old, our legs and feet are not flexible, and we don't want to leave our homeland."

"That's right." Another old man said, "We have worked hard all our lives, and we don't have many years to live. We may die on the way if we follow the immortal masters. Instead of this, it's better to be buried here!"

"That's right."

"The old coffin-filled people who don't want to leave are now in Lijia Town!"

"The road to the teleportation array is very long, and we can't walk there."

"The great immortals left us a lot of food, and there is something called a formation in the center of the town. They said it can make us more comfortable. We don't understand it, but the great immortals must be good people!"

"Hey, you know what, at the end of the day, we can also enjoy the treatment of masters. Instead of working in the fields at noon, we drink tea on the street. It's so comfortable!"

"Aha, isn't it?"

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The old men and women talked at once, and soon left the master and apprentice aside and started chatting again.

Liu Erniu wanted to ask something else, but Duan Chaolong was already a little impatient.

"The black fog will catch up with us in half a day at most. Do you also want to stay here and wait for death?"

He snorted coldly, left a word and walked away, heading straight for the formation core in the center of the town.

The purification power there is the strongest, and it is safest to meditate and recover next to the formation core.

Even though there are mortals who are powerless here, Duan Chaolong still adheres to the principle of being cautious.

If it weren't for the fact that this genuine third-level formation is really effective, he really doesn't want to stay among these mortals to recover.

More people means a greater possibility of accidents.

The little foundation-building who has been cautious all his life is well versed in the way of survival of keeping a low profile.

Coming to the formation core in the middle of an open space in the center of the town, Duan Chaolong checked the formation's spiritual energy reserves. After confirming that it was correct, he ordered his apprentice to protect him.

He sat cross-legged, activated a warning talisman, and then activated the dragon of the spiritual vein to recover himself with the pure spiritual power in it.

It's not that he doesn't trust his stupid apprentice.

But Liu Erniu is really a bit stupid.

If Duan Chaolong hadn't been with him, he would have died ten times in the past six months!

Now there are so many mortals sitting in the square chatting. If someone with a crossbow in his hand has evil intentions, it is entirely possible for him to be seriously injured while he is recovering from meditating without any distractions.

Duan Chaolong recovered from meditation, and Liu Erniu took out the magic sword given to him by his master and sat aside blankly.

Perhaps the arrival of the end of the world has made these mortals who have long looked away less in awe of immortal cultivators and more curious about mysterious things.

A well-dressed and energetic old man took the initiative to sit down next to Liu Erniu. He also wore a black official hat inlaid with precious gems on his head.

"Young students, you are not cultivators of the Immortal Alliance, and you are not worshiped by the imperial court. Why did you fly from the south? Is it because you have not practiced for many years and missed the time when the teleportation array was opened?"

The uneducated Liu Erniu scratched his dark head and said with a hint of shame: "Master Shifu said that with our level of cultivation, we would be cannon fodder on the front lines in the far north, and we would come to the south to escape for our lives. It’s just. I just didn’t expect it.”

When the old man heard this, he burst out laughing: "You are a very sincere young man. I don't think you look like an ordinary monk, but rather like a boy from a farm in the mountains."

Liu Erniu's eyes widened: "Old man, you are so awesome! I was actually farming a few years ago! It wasn't until my traveling uncle discovered that I embarked on the road of Qi refining, but... I was still just farming. What you plant is a spiritual field, hehe."

"It's just a little life experience, not great." The old man shook his head with a smile, "But if you protect your family and your country, you will definitely suffer heavy casualties. I once heard an enshrinement in the court say - Immortal way, noble life, It’s only right to be wise and protect yourself. Who wants to die if you can live?”

Liu Er Newton was stunned: "But you, and the old men and mothers-in-law in this town."

"When people get old, they always miss the past."

The old man answered with a smile, emotion and wisdom revealed in his cloudy eyes.

"Some people, like me, have seen all the beauty of the prosperous world, tasted what it's like to be a human servant, and finally retired and returned to their hometown. Once they stay, they don't want to leave. It's hard to leave your homeland, and there's nothing wrong with being buried in your hometown. ”

"However, there are only a few people like me. Those bankers have lived here for generations, what have they seen? Some people, or the vast majority of people here, actually do not really die calmly. ”

"They just can't leave."

"Our old bones are no better than young and strong young men, let alone monks like you. We can't stand the long journey."

"Instead of living and suffering, or even dying on the way, and going to a strange place to seek life, it is better to live a few days of comfort before death."

"After working hard all my life, I can rest in peace for half a year, eat rice and noodles, and have chicken, duck, and fish for every meal. This is a rare beauty in this world, and a life like a fairy."

Liu Erniu stood up suddenly, his eyes widened even more, and his voice rose a little: "Don't the Immortal Alliance and the imperial court care? That is an edict issued by His Majesty the Dragon Emperor himself! This is... this is selling one's job. !”

"Hahahahaha, that's dereliction of duty, silly boy."

The old man burst out laughing, laughing so hard that he slapped his thighs.

"Although I don't know how important the Dragon King is, I can settle the score for you."

"In the mortal world, a low-grade spiritual stone is worth a hundred taels of gold. It is a priceless treasure."

"To support the elderly people in this town, not to mention just a few months, even a year would not require more than a few dozen taels."

"And if you want to transport us old people who may not even be able to make a teleportation array smoothly, we need the kind of large-scale fairy boat that only the Immortal Sect has, and it needs to be controlled by Zhenjun Nascent Soul himself."

"In this time of crisis for our country and our country, do you think the time Zhenjun Nascent Soul wasted is worth as much as half a low-grade spiritual stone?"

"Zhenjun Yuanying has time to save us old guys and create greater results in the war. This result not only far exceeds the lives of us old guys, but even exceeds the lives of all the mortals in Dayin."

"It is a great blessing that the kind-hearted real person can leave a formation to protect us in our last days."

"I know this is illegal."

"These spiritual stones should not be used on us old guys. These spiritual materials should also be sent to the front line to build fortifications."

"That's it, what else is there to be dissatisfied about?"

"I'm satisfied."

Liu Erniu stood there blankly, silent for a long time.

When the old man saw that he was silent, he shook his head and left, looking for others to drink tea and chat.

He just stood there silently, staring at the yellow land in front of him, lost in thought.

A few hours later, the sun was setting to the west.

Duan Chaolong has completely returned to his peak, but Liu Erniu is still standing there.

Duan Chaolong, who was originally in a good mood, suddenly felt a pang in his heart when he saw his stupid disciple turned into such a devastated state.

broken!

There can’t really be any problems in this town, right?

"wake up!"

The spiritual power mixed with sound waves roared out, with a bit of Buddhist mantra, and Liu Erniu was immediately awakened from that strange state.

Liu Erniu, whose eyes were no longer confused, suddenly shouted in the direction of the old man at noon: "No matter how many spirit stones you have, you can't resurrect the dead! The lives of the people in the town are far more valuable than the spirit stones! If there is no such thing as What’s the use of the realm if there are no people here?”

The old man who was eating with a bowl was startled.

But he didn't argue with Liu Erniu, he just smiled slightly and continued to fight with the noodles in his hand.

This move attracted many onlookers to watch.

Normally, we have seen many immortal masters who have a high level of immortality, but we have never seen one who behaves like this.

Duan Chaolong pulled him violently and staggered, and angrily shouted: "Why are you so crazy!"

Who would have thought that Liu Erniu, who used to be so submissive in the past, knelt down without any warning and said angrily: "Master, my disciple is unfilial and cannot support you until the end of his life! You can go on your own, I want to stay!"

"Are you fucking crazy?"

Duan Chaolong's eyes were full of disbelief and he kicked Liu Erniu to the ground.

He felt a little broken in his heart.

I just meditated and adjusted my breath for a while. Why was my usually obedient and stupid disciple not in his right mind?

He grabbed Liu Erniu's collar and pulled him up.

"The black mist is coming in at most one day! Put the magic sword back quickly and follow the master! Be obedient!"

"Master, I'm not crazy!" Liu Erniu said excitedly, "Master, you always teach me to be kind to others and teach me - if you are poor, you can be kind to yourself, if you are rich, you can help the world. There is a third-level formation here that can remove A part of the black mist's power may not be able to save these people if the monks control it themselves."

"You're a fucking hammer!"

Did I teach you the truth so that you can use it like this now?

Duan Chaolong was so angry that he shouted angrily.

"With your rudimentary cultivation of the sixth level of Qi Refining, what can you control? You still control the third-level formation? You are so capable! If you can save people by just relying on such a broken formation, how can you save people?" Does the Divine Master not understand? Do you need to worry about this?"

Liu Erniu frowned and retorted loudly: "What if it's really possible! What if it's just those high-ranking Nascent Soul Lords and Transformation Soul Lords who think this is more cost-effective and don't want to waste time?"

"Just now when you were meditating and adjusting your breath, a very powerful old man told me! These people should have had a chance to survive, but it was just that the Nascent Soul Master was unwilling to waste time, so they were forced to abandon here! "

"How do you know that those great monks of the Immortal Alliance are not lying to us? They have already lied to us!"

ps: Well, brothers, I want to take a day off tomorrow, red bean paste private Marseille! I don’t want to make up any excuses to deceive you, I just want to be honest. I feel like there are ants crawling on my body when I can’t play Black Wukong, so I have no intention of coding! Four years, four full years of waiting! I have been waiting for so long that I have changed from being a student guide to a social worker!