The Tongtian Black Flag suppressed the void. How could mere mortals escape the seal set up by the immortal cultivators?
Yang Shanshan's family of three was not the only one fleeing. A large number of martial artists in the city were also protecting their families as they fled. However, what awaited them was only the ruthless slaughter of the demonic cultivators!
"Little girl, where do you want to go?"
A demonic cultivator led several people to block the way. He looked at Yang Shanshan with a slightly mocking look, and his voice was incomparably cold.
Such a scene made Yang Shanshan's face turn extremely pale. She could completely feel the strength of the immortal cultivator in front of her, but she still had Sisi in her arms and her mother-in-law behind her. No matter what, she would not allow any harm to come to the people close to her.
Chi!
The sword light whistled through the air as she stabbed out. This was Yang Shanshan's fatal blow and also her strongest attack. However, her cultivation was only at the Qi Refinement stage. In the eyes of this immortal cultivator, her attack was nothing more than a child's trick.
Bang!
The palm shadow split the air, and five bloody claw marks appeared on Yang Shanshan's chest. Large amounts of blood continuously spurted out of her mouth. Her entire body flew back like a kite with a broken string.
"Mother!"
"Shanshan!"
The old and the young cried out in grief. Sisi threw herself tightly to her mother's side, constantly shaking Yang Shanshan's body. Childish cries came from her mouth.
"Hmph, ants. Take them to the central square and wait for the three lords to prepare the great blood sacrifice technique."
The demonic cultivator coldly snorted. More than ten Qi Refinement stage immortal cultivators quickly carried the family of three in their hands like chickens. Amidst Sisi's childish cries, the family of three was taken to the central square of Clear Sky Town.
The same thing happened everywhere in the town. A large number of mortals were driven to the central square. The three demonic cultivators sat cross-legged in the air, indifferently looking down at the mortals and ants beneath their feet. Their eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty and violent intent.
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The courtyard of the three-story private school was wide open. The deafening battle cries outside woke Ye Xuan from his sleep.
Bang!
The door exploded, and several Qi Refinement stage immortal cultivators rushed in. When they saw Ye Xuan's old appearance on the bed, one of them frowned and said, "This useless old man's blood essence has long been depleted. Even if we take him to the blood sacrifice, it's useless. Just kill him directly."
The cold saber was unsheathed and slashed. Facing this fatal attack, Ye Xuan's eyes were in a trance. His brows furrowed brows furrowed, but there was no panic on his face... It was as if the immortal cultivator in front of him did not scare him at all..
Chi!
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The scene made the other immortal cultivators gasp. But before they could do anything, Li Han 'er's expression was mournful. The steel saber in his hand danced wildly, and in a few breaths, he killed several immortal cultivators who were only in the seventh level of Qi Refinement.
"Uncle Ye, the demonic immortal sects want to slaughter Qing Tian Town. You and Han 'er must leave this place quickly."
After Li Han 'er finished speaking, he did not wait for Ye Xuan to respond. He directly carried him on his back, jumped out of the window with the steel saber in his hand, and fled for his life outside the town.
Boom!
Without waiting for Li Han Er to escape a distance of three hundred meters, a terrifying palm print pressed down on him and directly blasted his body flying. It even caused Ye Xuan's aged body to roll like a gourd in the snow for a distance of several meters.
"Uncle Ye!"
Li Han 'er's mouth was full of blood, and his voice was extremely mournful. He ignored his own injuries, and like a mad tiger, he pounced in the direction of Ye Xuan.
In the snow.
Ye Xuan's face was pale, and there were no scars on his body. But his breath was extremely weak, and it made Li Han 'er's tiger-like eyes fill with tears.
"Uncle Ye, don't die, don't die." Li Han 'er helped Ye Xuan's body up. His voice was choked with sobs, and his face was full of tears.
Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes and looked at Li Han 'er's tear-stained face. His eyes were extremely confused, and his heart was deeply touched.
"Han 'er, Uncle Ye is fine. Don't cry."
"Ha!"
"It seems that you are the ninth level immortal cultivator in Qing Tian Town. Unfortunately, you are too weak. But your blood essence is abundant, and it is perfect for the Blood Sacrifice Art."
A cold laugh was heard, and a young man in a brocade robe strolled over. The way he looked at Ye Xuan and Li Han 'er was even more disdainful.
"I'll kill you!"
Li Han 'er gripped the blade in his hand, and the blade's aura whistled out.
Unfortunately, he was only a ninth level qi cultivator. How could he be a match for this Golden Core cultivator?
Bang!
Li Han 'er's body flew back, and several of his ribs were broken. The young man in brocade robe laughed coldly and picked him up. He did not even look at Ye Xuan, who was on the verge of death, and took Li Han' er to the central square of Qing Tian Town.
It was obvious that Ye Xuan's old body and the collapse of the blood essence within his body were of no use to them. Even if he personally killed this kind of ant, this Aurous Core stage cultivator felt that it would tarnish his identity.
At this moment!
Ye Xuan struggled to get up from the snow. His eyes were cloudy as he looked at the young man in brocade robe. His trembling body staggered as he chased after him, as if he would fall into the snow at any moment and disappear from the world.
Being held in the hands of the youth in embroidered robes, a large amount of blood flowed out of Li Han Er's mouth. He looked at Ye Xuan's old and staggering body behind him, and a heart-wrenching cry sounded out in the air.
"Uncle Ye, go, go quickly. Don't come looking for Han 'er. You have to live well."
The wind whistled, and the world was covered in frost. The young man in brocade robe had already disappeared with Li Han 'er. Only Ye Xuan's old body was left shivering in the cold.
Ye Xuan stared blankly in the direction where the young man in brocade robe had disappeared. Li Han 'er's cries rang faintly in his ears, and his emotions underwent an inexplicable change.
Cloudy eyes, an old body, a dying life. Ye Xuan had forgotten who he was, but he did not forget that he was Ye Fan, Li Han 'er's uncle. He could not forget everything that had happened in the past seventy years.
"Han 'er cannot die. Uncle Ye will save you."
Old and hoarse, with a weak breath, Ye Xuan struggled to move forward in the snow. But before he could walk more than ten feet, he fell into the snow again.
Desolate and helpless, alone and without anyone to rely on. His old body and dying life were not enough to support him in this cold and snowy weather.
His arms trembled as he supported himself in the snow. The cold ice and snow had frozen and cracked Ye Xuan's old hands. But he still stubbornly stood up from the snow. He broke off a tree branch and used it as a crutch to support his body, and walked alone in the snow.
The cold wind whistled, and the world mourned. Ye Xuan's pace was very slow, but he continued to move forward with determination. But in this world of snow and wind, his back was desolate and helpless. It made people who looked at him feel extremely sorrowful.
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