The starry sky is filled with cold starlight.

Occasionally, dark clouds cover the moon, covering the already cold starlight without leaving any trace, and the world cannot see its five fingers.

The moon is dark and wind is high. The half-demons who were originally planning to kill the cultivators of the human race felt that today's night was very suitable for what they were going to do before they took action, but they didn't know that in the eyes of Monk Zhenjian, Lin Fan and others, it was the moon is dark and wind is high and the demons.

The plasma adhered to Dongye's long sleeves, slid onto the sharp blade and slowly moved forward and finally dripped from the sword.

When the demon clan fell around Dongye, many demon clans around him also had the same situation. They didn't even have time to fight back, react, or scream.

The crackling of the abacus and the word "death hexagram" in the mouth of Monk Zhenjian still echoed in his ears. Dongye finally knew what the death hexagram was.

But he knew it a little late. For some reason, his blood began to flow backwards. All the demons around him fell into the dust. He barely let himself spew out blood. After suppressing the strange magic, he found that many people appeared around him.

Lin Fan came in the east with his green sword. Against the backdrop of the remaining red charcoal in the distance, his ordinary cheeks had some heroic spirit.

Ye Ningshuang slowly walked over the West with her jade hand on the hilt of the sword. Her skin was better than snow. Even in the dark night when she couldn't see her five fingers, she could still see the murderous aura on her face.

Qian Qian and Wang Zhanling came hand in hand from the north, but the two were not as aggressive as Lin Fan and Ye Ningshuang, just like a young couple walking in the vegetable market in the imperial capital.

But Dongye knew how many demon clans he had sent to encircle and suppress the two. Now seeing these two people seem to be unscathed, his heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

The elites in their line of demons should have all died at the hands of these people. The rest is just a group of little monsters, and they can't make any waves.

He knew that he seemed to die today. But before he died, he wanted to struggle.

So, he spoke, "If you wait to kill me now, my little demon will make the blood flow here."

This is a very threatening sentence. Judging from the behavior of monk Zhenjian and others, they care about their own tribes very much. Otherwise, the middle-aged couple would not have cured the people who had been doing all day, otherwise the boy would not have coaxed the children to play, or the girl would not have helped the woman pick up the firewood.

Therefore, Dongye felt that his threat would inevitably be effective, and his mind had already begun to rotate. If he proposed the next conditions to try to get out of trouble and survive, why are the people in front of him laughing?

That's right, Monk Zhenjian was laughing, his face wrinkled, Lin Fan was laughing, his mouthful of white teeth, and Ye Ningshuang was laughing, because it was really funny, Qian Qian and Wang Zhanling were laughing, but the mockery on their faces was already extremely obvious.

Dongye didn't know why this was because he couldn't imagine that the dragon of the demon clan would help them.

What is even more unimaginable is that the group of people in front of me are the Brothers Gang, who are famous in the imperial capital.

He just wanted to struggle, and he sternly said, "Believe me. You will definitely see the most tragic scene in the world!"

In exchange for a slap from Monk Zhenjian.

A crisp sound of "bang." echoed in the night sky. If it was too close to the crowd here, the people would all open their eyes to see what was going on.

What happened was also very simple. After Monk Zhenjian slapped him in the face, Dongye for some reason could not move his whole body.

He didn't know that it was because of his underestimation. The abacus sound entered the sea of ​​consciousness and temporarily stiffened his body. He only saw the sword light and sabers.

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The night in late autumn is very cool. The blood of the demon clan has a strong smell of fishy smell.

Lin Fan and others never thought that even after the little white dragon completed hunting all the demons mixed in the human race, the people would wake up because of this smell.

So, when screams and fear spread, they simply didn't have time to stop them.

The people naturally discovered the real murderer who killed Dongye and others, but their first choice was to retreat.

This is a matter of course. Previously, when the demon clans such as Dongye led the people all the way to the imperial capital, Dongye and others showed powerful means of "human race" cultivators and killed many "half-demons" disguised as humans.

Now, Lin Fan and others have killed all the practitioners under Dongye. This is of course a thing that ordinary people are enough to fear, so they naturally have to retreat.

These people, led by Monk Zhenjian, were also very self-aware. They did not take a step forward, but just looked at them helplessly.

But fear is always more powerful than the spread of the plague. The people woke up one after another, and some people didn't even know what happened and began to disperse with everyone, as if the defeat on the battlefield was like a mountain of defeat.

Lin Fan was helpless. No matter how much he explained it, it would be useless. He even saw the children he was taking care of when he looked at him.

This has to be said to be a kind of sadness.

The unstoppable crowd retreated like sea water. Monk Zhenjian sighed and patted his shoulder to Wu Dachui and said, "Second brother, there are about 5,000 refugees here. You have to come over and collect them quickly, otherwise you may be used by the demon clan again."

After saying this, Monk Zhenjian looked at the crowd in the dark night, and seemed to be about to disappear without a trace. Apart from running away in a hurry, they left only a mess and couldn't help but sigh again: "This is the price of being a good person."

Ye Ningshuang nodded in agreement, not feeling very comfortable.

Compared to Ye Ningshuang, Qian Qian and Wang Zhanling saved these people for a whole day. Their energy in their bodies was exhausted, and their hearts were naturally extremely sad. No matter how good they were to these people, they would not feel a trace of reward.

Although Liang Jingyu and Xie Wanzhi never took action, they couldn't help but sigh, feeling that this human nature was cold.

Lin Fan also shook his head and agreed: "Good people are not easy to do, but they always have to do it."

As he finished speaking, a black dot swayed not far ahead. Lin Fan and others could not tell at the moment under the darkness. Until the black dot approached, Lin Fan and others realized that it was a boy.

The boy was extremely thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him away. His face was not very good-looking, his skin was too dark and almost integrated with the night, leaving only two snow-white eyes and a mouthful of white teeth.

He trotted all the way to Lin Fan and others, ignored the others and stood directly in front of Lin Fan.

Only then did Lin Fan realize that the child was the one he had taken care of not long ago. He vaguely remembered that he was cheerful and optimistic, and seemed a little naughty.

But as soon as the child spoke, Lin Fan's heart suddenly trembled.
Chapter completed!