Tiandao doesn't work today

At this moment, night has fallen, Yan Nu's body is covered with golden light, and he can be seen from a distance reflecting the sky.

Miaohan was still considering whether to get closer, after all, this was the enemy's hinterland.

There are only nine scout guards around her, so she is absolutely no match for the monk.

However, seeing that a war was clearly breaking out in Yinma Town, she immediately stopped hesitating and rushed directly to Yinma Town.

On the way, they ran into a group of barbarian cavalry, about twenty of them.

Miaohan pulled out his sword: "Kill! Leave no one behind!"

The light of her sword is cold and fierce, and although her moves are not very good, she has thousands of years of skill when she strikes.

With one slash of his sword, not only did he kill several cavalrymen, but he was also knocked off his horse.

Her hands and feet were numb and she suffered internal injuries.

She secretly sighed in her heart that the ability to activate a thousand years of skill was her limit. No matter how much she did, she might be shocked to death by the sword's power.

The nine guards were all top-notch experts, and they went all out to stop the cavalry.

The barbarian cavalry all escaped from Yinma Town. Seeing the power of Miaohan's sword moves, they turned into ferocious beasts without saying a word, and suddenly became filled with evil energy.

Every move they made erupted with evil energy, cutting flesh and eroding bones.

Miaohan was attacked by evil spirits, and white musical symbols appeared on his body, which was instantly resolved.

It was the original talisman left behind by her mother.

"This girl has many treasures. We don't care about her. Go and report the news to the chief."

The barbarian cavalry screamed and shouted, and with the power of a ferocious beast that was comparable to the top masters, they broke through the obstruction and fled towards the south.

Although Miaohan's sword contained millions of years of true energy, it was still an external object. She was too weak. In her first actual battle, she relied solely on her strength to overwhelm others.

If people don't fight her, she can't stop them.

"If we didn't even stop them in this direction, I'm afraid a lot of them would have escaped in other directions..."

Miaohan shook off the blood on his sword and looked at the corpses all over the ground, feeling a little dizzy.

At this moment, a golden giant fell from the sky.

"Haha, you came just in time."

The visitor's voice was like a loud bell, like a god of war, brandishing a spear, chasing and killing all the fleeing barbarians.

"Yan Nu, how is the situation?" Miao Han was delighted when he saw this.

The Yan slaves were all out, and it was obvious that all the enemies in Yinma Town had been eliminated by him.

The nine scouts brought by Miao Han almost stared out of their eyes when they saw Yan Nu whose energy was condensed into armor.

They couldn't recognize what it was, so they could only think of it as being shaped by releasing their true energy. However, this was the first time they saw it shaped into a ten-foot-long armor.

"Yinma Town has been captured, and all the people have been rescued, about ten thousand people." Yan Nu said.

"What? More than 10,000 people?" Miaohan asked eagerly: "Have all the enemies been killed? Has anyone escaped?"

Yan Nu shook his head: "Two hundred barbarians fled in all directions. Banyun and the others killed some, and I chased and killed more than a hundred, but many of them still escaped."

"It's all my fault. I can't kill him, but he casts spells to kill people. I can only try my best to trap him first."

Yan Nu manipulated his big hand and angrily patted the bald Tang trapped on his chest.

Miaohan felt cold when she heard that someone had escaped.

"So what if you saved more than 10,000 people? If you can't block the news and the barbarian army comes, it will be a millstone of flesh and blood, but you will harm them!"

Yan Nu frowned and said, "I'm keeping an eye on the escaped person. I'm going to chase him now."

Then he will fly up and continue to chase enemies in other directions.

However, the bald-haired Tang laughed out loud after hearing this: "I wonder how well prepared you guys are. It turns out it was just a matter of impulse."

"What's the point of killing all my soldiers? My monks all have the art of sacrificial cards. Once they die, the sacrificial cards will break."

"When you killed several brothers, our clan knew something was wrong here."

Miaohan covered his head and fell into deep thought.

Yan Nu tilted his head and said, "Who is my brother?"

Miaohan sighed: "In barbarian language, brother means elder brother."

Although the monks of the Tufa clan can speak Chinese, they always mix it with nonsense, especially when they address relatives.

"Who is this person? Why don't you kill him?" Miao Han stared at the bald Tang.

While taking them back to Yinma Town, Yan Nu explained everything about the situation, especially the characteristics of Shuangfeiyan.

"...Anyway, except for him, I have eliminated all the monks."

Miao Han looked at the bald Tang coldly, and then said: "Yan slave, you don't need to make the armor so big."

"Although you can't hurt him, you can squeeze his space for movement."

Yan Nu nodded and immediately followed the instructions, only to see the density of the pure golden light getting bigger and bigger, shrinking smaller and smaller.

The bald Tang was squeezed into a space that could only accommodate one person, with an ugly expression on his face.

Yan Nu had already escaped, grabbing a corner of the golden light with his left hand, as if dragging a big stick.

"Haha..." Bald Tang's muffled mocking voice came from inside.

Miaohan frowned and said to Yan Nu: "This characteristic of not hurting you is the most troublesome, just like the characteristic of reading."

"It brings you benefits, so you won't adapt, but you can't hurt those evil cultivators because of it."

"The five great barbarians have monks in their early 100s, and there must be at least twenty of the Baldy Clan. Seven of them were lost in the Nameless Valley, and now there are seven less. I guess they still have six or seven evil cultivators."

"You can't kill these people until you find a way, and the people are weak. They can just use some evil magic to kill a large number of people."

Yan Nu did not refute, he indeed failed to protect everyone.

In the whirlwind of Bald Tang, more than a dozen people died. This is still a visible killing move, but it is even harder to guard against a hidden attack.

"Now let me ask you, what will you do if you save these 10,000 people?" Miaohan asked.

Yan Nu asked, "How to deal with it?"

"..." Miaohan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Yan Nu said seriously: "I hope they all survive, can you teach me."

Miaohan sighed: "Wouldn't it be better for you to discuss it with me before you do it?"

"Han Tiedao sent me a message. When I got the news, I went straight to Yinma Town, but it was still a step too late."

"Actually, I had expected that you wouldn't be back before dark tomorrow, so I was ready to see you."

"It's just that I always thought you were smart, and then you still had luck."

"Now I doubt that your thinking is also absolute...you can't see the overall situation, or you selectively ignore it, thinking that saving the person in front of you is more important, without caring about the consequences."

Yan Nu frowned: "Isn't it wrong to save people?"

Miao Han said solemnly: "We don't know what other methods the Tufa clan has, and we don't know what kind of ability Yake has and how strong he is."

"We know almost nothing about the Bald Hair Clan. We agreed to collect intelligence first, but you only focus on killing the enemy."

"Even if you can handle all this and protect these ten thousand people, Gaomi City will never be able to stop the barbarian army."

"The Tufa clan doesn't have to come to encircle and suppress these ten thousand people. At least it can only come to the monks, because you have already shown the ability to kill several monks."

"Then their army will not come to die. Instead, they will take advantage of the opportunity of 'powerful and shocking warriors are outside' to rush directly into Gaomi."

"The hundreds of thousands of people in Gaomi will be even more miserable. Do you want to give up these ten thousand people and go back to defend the city? In the end, they may all be gone."

"Yan Slave, you are right to want to save people, but don't let the small things cost you the big things, let alone let your powerful power only be used for revenge in the end."

After hearing this, Yan Nu had no way to refute. He was a little frustrated and silently led Miao Han and others into Yinma Town.

There are tens of thousands of people here, it can be described as a huge crowd, and their cries are loud.

Huang Banyun and Han Tiedao were just four people, and they were organizing hundreds of young men and scholars to search for food and appease the people.

Yan Nu pulled Miaohan into the town and walked along a main road.

Under their feet was a set of skeletons and flesh and blood mixed in the soil.

"Xue'er, everything you said is right, but give me a choice 10,000 times and I will still do it."

After hearing this, Miaohan couldn't utter a word of accusation, just because she was shocked by the tragedy in front of her.

The entire town was like a hell of flesh and blood, filled with an unspeakable stench.

Under the illumination of nightlight and torches, the bones looked even more terrifying.

She immediately covered her mouth and nose, her whole body went numb, and she let Yan Slave drag her while she walked in the bloody mud.

Every footprint is black and red. The texture when stepped on makes one's hair tremble.

She went to the battlefield for the first time and already felt uncomfortable after killing several barbarians. But now that she entered Yinma Town, she knew what it meant to be tired of bones.

"Yan... Yan slave..."

She almost half-carried her body across the road and arrived at the center of the town, where she looked at mountains of corpses mixed with gold and silver jewelry.

The whole person was leaning against Yan Nu, and his mind was blank.

For the first time in his life, Miaohan experienced how far the gap was between words and reality.

Some flavors cannot be described in more than 10,000 words. There are some touches that are difficult to experience even with all your imagination. Some visual impacts can only be known by experiencing them personally.

"Xue'er, people are dying here every moment, and more are buried in the soil."

"From what I can see with my spiritual consciousness, there are at least 20,000 people dead here."

"I don't know what to do about the problem you mentioned, but with the situation at that time, I really can't wait."

Yan Nu felt very uncomfortable, and he didn't know what to do after killing the enemies and saving the ten thousand people.

All he knew was that if he didn't take action, all these people would die.

But now that he thinks about it, he is also worried that these people still cannot be protected, and they may even be held back by these people, which will make him unable to protect Gaomi City.

Yan Nu was very frustrated: "Xue'er, I can't see as far as you. I can only see the fiery red blood in front of me."

"Am I wrong?"

Miaohan fell to her knees and cried bitterly: "No, you are right..."

She read countless books, learned a lot of information about the war situation, and listened to many scholars describing the brutality of the barbarians.

But that will always only remain in imagination, and people have limits. They can never imagine things they have not seen before.

She was trapped in the Zhu family compound and often played chess games on the map, but all she could mark were a series of numbers.

Only today did she know what it meant to be littered with corpses and what it meant to be a human being.

Behind these descriptions are countless things that simply cannot be described.

It is also like what Lu Shi said in the Spring and Autumn Period: "These are all born of the chaos of the country. They are innumerable. Even if you use all the bamboo in Jingyue, you still can't write." ’

What is unspeakable suffering and what is still unspeakable?

Scholars can only imagine, and only those who have experienced it can realize that language and writing are feeble.

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p.s: Sorry.