Fantasy: The Lolita I picked up turned out to be Dao

Luo Qin told Yan Qingxuan the message from Xuan Xingzi.

"Basically, that's the case. If those demon cultivators don't die, more diseases will be spread in the future, which will not only endanger the people, but also make it hard for practitioners like you to be safe." Luo Qin said.

"It's okay, mere demon cultivator, just wait for Qingxuan to kill him."

"Do you want help?" Luo Qin asked.

"Don't worry sir, Qingxuan is no longer what it used to be." After speaking, Yan Qingxuan was ready to set off.

"Okay, I'm counting on you."

Yan Qingxuan left Xiayin Mountain and went straight to Tianshui Lake.

With Yan Qingxuan's current cultivation base, it only takes a few breaths to rush from Xiayin Mountain to Tianzhu Lake.It was there in the blink of an eye.

But when the sky was about to sink into the lake, Yan Qingxuan still slowed down, because the scene along the way was too miserable.

Thousands of miles of wilderness, lifeless.Along the way, I saw only bones everywhere, including human and animal bones.

The air was filled with black smoke and the stench of rotting corpses. Dots of unjust souls emerged in the air, uttered their final cries, and then dissipated.

Going forward, there are ruins of a village. The fire that started from nowhere has already burned down most of the houses in this village.Now the fire has been extinguished, only a faint blue smoke has not yet dispersed.

In that village, the corpses of villagers can be seen everywhere, either lying on the ground in despair, or curled up in pain.

There are also corpses crawling towards the distance with a glimmer of hope, and mothers who hold their children and refuse to let go.

Along the way, this is the same scene. The sky is so dark and terrifying that even a bird has never been seen.

"Life is like grass and dust..." Yan Qingxuan stopped and stood in front of the two corpses.

The two corpses were decomposed, but it could be seen from the clothes that they were a man and a woman, and they hugged each other tightly, as if they were going to die together.

Yan Qingxuan squatted down, stretched out her hand and touched the two hugging corpses.

The energy burst out from the fingertips turned the two corpses into ashes in an instant. The ashes rose with the wind, still entangled together, and flew towards the distance.

"Life is really like grass, like dust..."

After watching the ashes disappear, Yan Qingxuan also started on the road again, and continued to fly slowly towards the Tianzhu Lake.

The closer she got to Tianshen Lake, the more Yan Qingxuan felt the turbidity of the air, and the breath of death became stronger and stronger.

Moreover, the ground is no longer full of dead objects.

Some monsters with black bodies and slender limbs are gathering in groups of three or four, either nibbling on the corpses on the ground, or wandering in search of new food.

The heads of these monsters have no other facial features except for a large mouth full of fangs. A long tongue protrudes from the mouth, and even the tongue is pitch black.

They grinned and spat out puffs of bright red gas from their mouths.Those monsters that were lying on the ground and nibbling on the corpses could tear a large piece of flesh from the corpses every time they raised their heads.

Yan Qingxuan saw a monster bite off the head of a dead body. The dead body was not badly decomposed, and the facial features were still clear.His eyes were still open, and his face was full of fear and despair.

The monster bit off its head, then swung it upwards, the whole head flew up, spun a few times in the air, was grabbed by the monster again, and then bit hard, the whole head was bitten to pieces, and an eyeball popped out, fell to the ground.

The monster swallowed the head in three or two bites, then lowered its head, and continued to bite other carrion.

At this time, several wandering monsters saw Yan Qingxuan in mid-air.

With a strange cry, all the surrounding monsters raised their heads and looked at Yan Qingxuan in the air.

Then the first monster jumped up and went straight to Yan Qingxuan.Its slender arms and claws suddenly became huge, and the two claws merged and smashed down at Yan Qingxuan.

Yan Qingxuan stretched out a finger, flicked it lightly, and the monster immediately turned into a cloud of black mist.

At this time, other monsters on the ground jumped up one after another and attacked Yan Qingxuan.

Seeing this, Yan Qingxuan waved her right hand towards the ground, forming countless sword qi, which fell like snowflakes, and in a short while, all the monsters in this area were chopped into pieces.

At this moment, Yan Qingxuan suddenly felt a faint breathing sound, a faint breath.

"Is anyone still alive?" Yan Qingxuan didn't think too much, but flew directly in the direction of the breath.

In a ruin not far away, two or three monsters were surrounding a boy.

The boy's left arm was gone, and now a piece of that arm was in the mouth of a monster, while two other monsters were fighting for the other arm on the ground.

The boy was covered in blood, and blood was still oozing from the severed arm, but a baby was still tightly held in his right hand.

The baby was covered in pitch black, apparently dying of illness, but the boy still held him tightly and refused to let go.

A monster in front bit the boy's left arm and tore it off.Now the three monsters are fighting for the broken arm, which should give the boy a chance to escape.

But the severe pain and exhaustion made the boy unable to stand up long ago, but he still hugged the baby's body and rubbed back little by little.

The three monsters quickly swallowed the severed arm, and then continued to approach the boy.

The monster at the head opened its mouth, then jumped on the boy, opened its mouth and bit down on the boy's head.

Just when the monster was halfway, a ray of light descended from the sky, piercing the monster.Then there were several flashes of light, and the three monsters were cut into several sections by the light in an instant.

When the boy was still surprised, Yan Qingxuan appeared in front of the boy.

Looking at each other, Yan Qingxuan saw fear and despair in the boy's eyes, but also saw the desire to live.

"Is that your sister?" Yan Qingxuan asked.

The boy nodded.

"She's dead, you know that?"

The boy nodded again.

"Then why are you still holding her?"

"I don't want to let the monster eat her," the boy said.His left shoulder was still bleeding, constantly taking away the boy's life and strength, so the boy's voice was very soft and weak.But his tone was very firm.

"Although the possibility is very small, if you let her go, you may escape, do you know?" Yan Qingxuan said.The boy is not very big, he should only be about ten years old, and holding a baby is indeed a big burden.

But the boy shook his head.

"But you will die in this way, and you and your sister will be eaten." Yan Qingxuan said.

The boy didn't speak. He stared at Yan Qingxuan closely, with anger and unwillingness in his eyes.

After a while, the boy endured the pain, gritted his teeth and stood up, hugged his sister's body, and walked outside barefoot step by step.

Every step, there will be a bright red footprint, and every step, there will be new blood dripping from the wound on the left shoulder.

The boy stood up, walked a few steps, then wobbled again, and then fell down.