After the substitute junior sister was reborn, all nine senior brothers regretted it

Gu Qinglan said nothing.

The fire in Bodhi Temple was already very strong, and thick smoke was coming from all directions.

Several people passed by the main hall in a hurry. Gu Qinglan seemed to feel something and turned her head to look into the hall.

She saw the golden body of the Bodhisattva slowly melting under the tongue of fire, and tears streaming from the eyes of the huge Buddha statue.

In the sky full of fire and screams, the Four-Eyed Bodhisattva suddenly fell down and turned into dust all over the sky.

If a Bodhisattva cannot save himself, how can he survive the entire city?

The fire was soaring into the sky, and there was a bloodthirsty heat wave everywhere, but the hearts of the group felt like they were falling into an ice cave.

Yang Qingfeng quickly mobilized a few fast horses in the army and distributed them to everyone: "Although there are tens of thousands of soldiers outside, with the martial arts of a few of us immortal cultivators, it is no problem to escape from the east gate. The Qingshan is left, Don’t worry about running out of firewood! Everyone, just follow me, I came in from the east gate, I know the way.”

This seems to be the most sensible choice at the moment.

Wei Yue's move was indeed cruel. He has always been a ruthless person, and if he really wants to harm someone, he will never leave any way for him to survive.

If you want to save the people, the only option is to open the door, surrender and run for your life.

If we stick to the city and sacrifice the lives of the entire city, then the so-called "Destiny King Master" and "Goddess General" in the Northern Dynasty will never be trusted by the people of the world.

Outside, there were panicked people running around the city. With such exaggerated fire intensity and such scarce water sources, everyone knew that these fires could not be put out.

Many people were running around shouting, mixed with the shrill screams of children and women, and the whole city was filled with desperate cries of hell.

"Save us..."

"What a big fire...water...where is the water...help us..."

"God... have mercy! God... please make it rain heavily!"

The woman with the family recognized Gu Qinglan. She was gray-haired and had a big belly. When she saw her, it was as if she had seen light.

"General Goddess! Is it you! General Goddess, you can definitely save us, right? Please, save us! My youngest child is only five months old. Their grandfather and father, uncle and brother They all died on the battlefield... They can't just die like this... They are the last incense in the family..."

Other people also heard the woman's cry and noticed Gu Qinglan one after another.

Their bodies were covered with soot, and the tongues of flames reaching into the sky had licked away their tears.

But they gathered one by one, knelt in front of Gu Qinglan, raised their hands in the air and knelt down crazily.

"It's the goddess general!"

"The Goddess General must have a way to save us!"

"Yeah...that's the goddess general..."

"The goddess general said that God cares for the people, and she will definitely care for us!"

"The Goddess General can make God send food, and she can definitely make God rain!"

"Goddess General! Save us!"

Yang Qingfeng couldn't help but let out a "tsk" when he saw a group of people being worshiped by the common people.

Several common people couldn't help but shrink in fear when they saw that the little general's armor was covered with blood and his fierce look was revealed, just like Shura, the god of death.

The child held by the woman was even frightened and cried.

Gu Qinglan helped the woman up and comforted everyone loudly: "Everyone, please be patient, we will definitely put out the fire! Please don't worry!"

Yang Qingfeng was so anxious when he heard this.

After Gu Qinglan appeased the people, he immediately walked over and shouted at her: "Go quickly! It's useless for you to stay here to save them and save these people in the illusion! Wei Yue will definitely not let you go if he catches you. It’s your fault!”

Gu Qinglan was unmoved, as if she had made up her mind: "You go first, I'll stay."

Zhao Huaicang frowned and finally nodded: "I'll stay too."

Nan Feiyan also said firmly: "I listen to senior brother!"

Yang Qingfeng stamped his feet and slammed his riding crop on the ground, as if to vent his anger.

Everyone knew that if they stayed with such a monstrous fire, they would almost be waiting to die.

The most anxious person in the audience was actually Jiang Wanyi, but her face was always cold and no one noticed.

Everyone's expressions were unpredictable, and they changed several times, but she couldn't hear anything, and it was impossible not to feel anxious.

"What's going on?" Jiang Wan couldn't hold back her voice.

"Jiang Wanyi can't hear her, don't let her stay in a dangerous place. Yang Qingfeng, protect your senior sister." Gu Qinglan shook Jiang Wanyi's hand and entrusted her to Yang Qingfeng.

Yang Qingfeng flew onto his horse and stretched out his hand towards Jiang Wanyi.

Jiang Wanyi didn't understand: "Why are you leaving? Why haven't they left yet? Tell me quickly!"

She skillfully took out the pen and paper from her body and stood on tiptoe to hand them to Yang Qingfeng who was on the horse.

But it was too late, the flames had already spread to the stable.

"Be careful!" Zhao Huaicang flew over, hugged Jiang Wan in front of him, turned around and jumped to safety.

Yang Qingfeng also jumped out of the stable.

The spreading fire met the grass shed that had been filled with oil and exploded in an instant. The paper that Jiang Wan dropped just now disappeared almost instantly.

Jiang Wan grabbed Zhao Huaicang's shirt tightly and anxiously wanted to confirm something: "You want to stay, right? I want to stay too, you take me to stay!"

"Zhao Huaicang, please take me to stay! We, the people of Emei Sect, would rather die than become deserters!"

Zhao Huaicang looked down at Jiang Wan with a firm look in his eyes and recalled some broken fragments in his mind.

At this moment, he was almost convinced that he had seen this Emei Sect female cultivator before.

"Well, it doesn't matter, I'll protect you." Zhao Huaicang patted her back comfortingly and nodded lightly.

Although Jiang Wan couldn't hear it, in Zhao Huaicang's eyes, she saw the same determination as her own.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh! It's so annoying! You are all heroes! I'm the big bear, okay!" Yang Qingfeng scratched his hair and shouted in annoyance, "Just keep it! No big deal Let’s die together! Die happily! I won’t do any bullshit tasks, and I’m not short of these secret treasures!”

A group of people made up their mind and ran to the highest point in the city together.

Only from the highest point of the tower can you clearly see the fire and safe spots.

At this time, Gu Qinglan still had a glimmer of hope. If Xiang Juntian didn't pour oil all over the city, then at least the people could still gather in a safe corner...

When they were walking through the alleys of Wudicheng despite the shocking fire, several people felt very complicated. The most intuitive thought was: crazy, all crazy.

Save the people in these illusions? What a fantasy! Everything here is just a dream. When someone breaks the Xuan Cang secret realm, everything will disappear in an instant.

They didn't know what was supporting them in following Gu Qinglan in these seemingly meaningless struggles.

Maybe it’s the prayers in the eyes of the people, maybe it’s the fact that after many years of practice, the masters have taught you countless times about the principle of living for the common people, or maybe it’s the compassion that cannot help but watch countless lives fall...

But now I can’t control that much. What reasons do young people need to do things? As long as you have no regrets, that's enough, even if you fetch water from a bamboo basket, even if you lose your life.

They climbed to the highest point of the tower and watched the fire spread throughout the city. Only the northwest corner was spared.

"Quick! Organize the officers and soldiers! Bring the people to the northwest corner lobby! Do your best to block the fire outside the northwest corner!"

Outside the city, Wei Yue sat under the Chinese army tent.

"Have all the flints been thrown in?"

"Go back, Prince Consort, I've thrown everything in. The powder you ordered is also ready. It's just waiting for your order to be launched with the arrows."

"Okay! When Xiang Juntian was pouring oil, I specifically asked him to save the northwest corner. Now I issue an order to throw all the powder into the northwest corner!"