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Chapter 293 After the Disaster

On the ruins of Changwen City, more and more people gathered as time went by. Several important local monks gathered together and set up a simple camp in the middle of the city to direct the corvees transferred from various places to clean up the ruins.

On the dilapidated south city wall, Feng Miao looked at the clear sky and then looked down at the devastated city. She had a feeling that was both illusory and real. At that time, she could clearly see the world shrouded in darkness, just like in a legend. The state of demonic invasion.

At that time, the earth was corroded, the sky was polluted, the air was filled with poisonous miasma, and countless twisted creatures were wandering, devouring all life they saw, or transforming them into monsters covered with abscesses.

She witnessed the previous battle on a mountain peak hundreds of kilometers away. The trembling and helplessness she had never experienced in her life. She felt as if she was as weak as an ant and was being blown away by someone. Ants that will destroy.

She was scared and unwilling, but there was nothing she could do.

When Baihe Mountain collapsed, she could only watch. She originally thought that coming back to report could change some things, but the actual situation was that she didn't even see her master's face, which was even more frustrating than watching Baihe Mountain collapse.

As the battle in the darkness ended, she saw that the darkness throughout the world was dispelled, the pollution in the clouds disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, the corrosion on the earth disappeared as if it had never appeared, and the dense forests and vegetation grow back.

Except for the destroyed Changwen Mansion City and the innocent people in the city, everything seemed to have never happened!

Such indifference and reality made Feng Miao feel cold all over her body, making her feel like a weed on the ground that could be trampled to death at any time. It would grow back after a gust of wind, and then be trampled to death again.

"Wow"

Feng Miao's thoughts were in confusion, a flame appeared on the surface of her body, and the spiritual veins in her body seemed to be about to go berserk.

Fortunately, at this time, a Kun cultivator fell beside her and used his own cultivation to forcibly suppress the spiritual veins in Feng Miao's body that were about to go berserk.

"Why do fellow Taoists give up on themselves? Our cultivation path is long and we walk it step by step."

A nice and gentle voice sounded. This Kun Xiu was wearing a blue ordinary Taoist robe, and her hair hanging down behind her was flowing in the wind, supporting the gray-white jade crown on her head.

It's Qingjiang!

"Thank you, fellow Taoist Qingjiang, for the rescue!"

Feng Miao breathed out and calmed down. She knew Qingjiang. After all, he was a famous monk on Mozhou Road. She looked at Changwen City and said, "Look at this city. They want to destroy it, but they can't do anything casually. Repairing is just a casual thing, and when it’s over, it seems like nothing happened.”

She expressed her dissatisfaction.

"Isn't this world always like this? Look at this universe, this earth, and these countless sentient beings, they are just meager. Even those high-altitude true kings are just a speck of dust in this universe, let alone What about us?"

Qingjiang smiled and said: "Relax a little, you should be glad that you survived. Since you survived, don't think about other problems and live well. Maybe one day you can stand in the dark and look at the terrifying world. Then At this time, you at least know how you died."

There was nothing comforting about her words.

After saying that, she flew up and landed in front of the temporary tent set up in the city in a blink of an eye. Then there were monks surrounding her. Her status as the disciple of the Palace Master gave her a transcendent status here.

Feng Miao suppressed the dreamlike memory, took a serious look at the ruins of the city, then turned around and flew towards the north of the city.

After flying out of Changwen Mansion, she landed again because she saw someone in the distance warning her and gesturing for her to come down.

"These people are really looking down on others. Do you want to go up and kill them?" A mature and charming woman's voice sounded.

"Who?"

A long knife with flames appeared next to Feng Miao, and she looked around cautiously.

It was empty all around, with a path running through it from north to south. On one side of the path was a small stream, with the mountain as its back, and on the other side were paddy fields in nearby villages. The seedlings in the fields had already grown some ears of rice.

"A person who can change your destiny." The voice sounded again, and in the quietly flowing stream, the water suddenly boiled, and then opened a crack one foot wide, and a figure crawled out, a figure whose whole body was wrapped in magma. .

This should be the 'First Day' monk who attacked Changwen Fucheng. He later escaped through some secret method when he was besieged by Wenyang and Yun Chunzi and was defeated.

Feng Miao was extremely familiar with this breath, and her expression changed slightly: "The first day?"

"Hey, don't be so nervous. I told you that I can change your destiny and let you easily advance to the third realm. As long as you behave..."

Before she could finish her words, the long knife beside Feng Miao moved, and the flaming long knife cut him into two pieces.

"I'm already hurt, and why are you here to show off? Do you really think I'm a little girl who can be coaxed at will?"

Feng Miao's tone was cold, she took out a fire essence and crushed it, gathered the surrounding spiritual energy around her, completely ignited the body in front of her, and then took out a water seal array made of blue crystal from the storage bag. Looking coldly at Yuanshen ahead:

"Now, you have to listen to me obediently!"

"I admit defeat, what do you want?"

"Come with me first."

The sealing circle in Feng Miao's hand unfolded, framing the soul opposite him inside.

As a descendant of the orthodox Xuanmen, Feng Miao knew the value of this soul, because it was related to the place for promotion to the third realm. While her heart was agitated, she quickly thought about how to deal with this soul.

After thinking about it again and again, she raised her head and looked at Jinhuai City in the northeast.

At this moment, in the city of Jinhuai Prefecture, the lives of the people are no different from usual, but the practice world is extremely lively. Everything that happened on Mozhou Road is stimulating them. Some people are looking forward to the changes after the chaos, and some are sighing. , afraid that he will be in danger after chaos.

In the attic on the top floor of the main building of Daozang Hall.

Wang Ping, Zi Luan, Wu Quan, Gan Xing, Ming Xin and Tian Shan sat on the ground. Between the six of them, there were dozens of storage bags. savings!

"My Buddha is compassionate..."

Monk Mingxin recited a Buddhist name to cover up his slightly greedy eyes at this moment.

No one paid attention to his mercy. Zi Luan glanced at Wang Ping and said, "There are 20% of the loot here that needs to be taken out. The headquarters still needs someone to help speak."

"It should!"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Zi Luan added: "Then there is cash. There are 30 million taels here, which is almost 30% of the cash on Mozhou Road. This part of the money will be divided equally."

No one objected.

Then, everyone cleaned out the storage bags containing cash, and Wang Ping and Zi Luan split them up.

After dividing the money, Zi Luan proposed to divide the magic circle in the Daozang Palace. Everyone was jealous of this thing, but there was only one set of it.

(End of this chapter)