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Ye Ying knew that alchemy was not easy, "Thank you, Master Lingxu, for your generosity."

Although a few people found their way into the formation in time in the Candle Dragon Hall, Wu Menggui disappeared long after he broke out of the formation. Maybe he dispatched the army of corpses while they were trapped. What's the next move.

Those who were still energetic looked around for the place where the corpse appeared. There was no entrance and exit, but there were many potholes on the ground. Maybe there were many corpses buried in the ground of Wuxianling, and now I don't know how many are left.

"If Wu Menggui can't be found no matter what, I think we should investigate the altar in the main hall again." Ye Zhiqing frowned slightly, "There must be a mystery behind the thick fog."

Li Wangsheng pondered for a moment, "There is a maze around the altar, it is really a bad idea to rush in."

"Second senior brother, I would like to go to investigate." Yu Rui got up and bowed in front of his senior brother. The internal strength of the several sect masters was already weak, and now they finally got out of the altar, so it is not suitable to go in again.She stayed in the army before, and now she should go on her behalf.

A petite woman came out from among Xiufang's disciples, "Xiao Qi is willing to help Daoist."

The monk's robe was lightly drawn, Cheng Zheng, the head of the Bodhidharma Academy, got up and said a Buddha's name, "Abbot, the disciple is willing to go."

"Big brother."

A pair of brocade boots full of mud appeared in front of Ye Ying. Ye Ying raised her eyebrows slightly and nodded, "Be careful."

All disciples of Wanhua stayed behind to take care of the wounded, so each faction selected two or three disciples to accompany Yu Rui into the Candle Dragon Hall again.Ye Ying sat cross-legged and protected Jing Shu in her arms. She held on to his lapel, and he had no choice but to sit like this and relax his mind and adjust his breath.

Ye Wuxin sat not far away and rested against the boulder behind him. His legs were still a little weak, and he couldn't lift up for a while, but his eyes remained on the two of them.

"Don't look at it, it's not yours." Ye Zhen Zhen hummed softly.

He turned his head and saw the woman's bloodless face. A disciple of Wanhua was removing the rotten flesh from her arm. It was hard to imagine that she was still in the mood to look at other things. "How is your hand?"

Ye Zhen Zhen didn't even look at her own wound, she said softly, "The worst thing is that I can't use the sword anymore without this arm, I can change my left hand."

For Tibetan sword disciples, not being able to use the sword is the most painful torture.

About scratching the sore spot at once, Ye Zhen Zhen suddenly broke out in cold sweat, "If it can't be cured, it's better to cut it, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain."

Disciple Wanhua frowned, "This arm can still be saved, there is no numbness at the moment, so please bear with it for now, Miss."

Ye Zhenzhen let out a muffled snort, gritted her teeth and her face was full of sweat, the fingers of the other hand grabbed the stone next to her and left deep bloodstains, Ye Wuxin couldn't bear it, she stretched out her hand and broke off her bloody palm, at that moment, she felt The strength of the grip almost broke his fingers, "Hey, you..."

The wide-open almond eyes stared at him intently, she let go but couldn't help the tears welling up in her eyes, Ye Zhen Zhen was always proud, "Turn your head away!"

Ye Wuxin pursed her lips, and stuffed her saber into her hand, "Holding a sword is better than holding anything else."

Afterwards, he turned around and stopped looking at her embarrassed appearance.

Ye Ying paid attention to the movement around her at first, then gradually calmed down and adjusted her internal breath. Before he knew it, more than half an hour passed. He was awakened by the movement in his arms, and quickly withdrew his internal energy, "Jingshu?"

The soft little hands supported his legs and sat up slightly, "Is it disturbing you?"

Shaking her head, Ye Ying touched her forehead, the heat had subsided, "How do you feel?"

"Thirst..." Jing Shu was unaware of the successive events happening in the outside world. When she opened her eyes, she saw people from various sects sitting in groups in the ruins. They were not in the camp. I knew something big happened.

Ye Meng saw Jing Shu opened her eyes and was overjoyed, and quickly handed over the water bag. She had been in a coma for so long and then developed a high fever. Her throat was already extremely thirsty, so she couldn't help but take a few mouthfuls. Back in order to prevent her from getting angry, he was careless and didn't give Jing Shu any water.

The water sac was bottomed out, Ye Meng went to fetch water nimbly, Shangguan Boyu heard the sound and came over and saw Jing Shu awake, he felt his pulse and nodded, "The pulse has stabilized a lot, pay attention to rest."

Ye Ying relaxed after hearing this, "Thank you, Master Lingxu."

Shangguan Boyu waved his whisk, and walked slowly back to Li Wangsheng. Jingshu and Chunyang Palace are inextricably linked. If something happened to her, the little uncle on Jianfeng Peak would be afraid It's going to turn upside down.

Ye Meng returned the water, and Jing Shu took a few sips before feeling that thirst subsided. She leaned in front of Ye Ying and listened to him talking about the current situation. After a few words, Ye Ying stopped to confirm Whether she is still listening, he is always afraid that Jing Shu will fall asleep again while talking.

Jing Shu was in a bad mood, and her mind was indeed drowsy, but now that the war was raging, she didn't dare to close her eyes, lest something bad happen again, "Did I... drag you down?"

When she first met Ye Ying, he was much more emaciated than he is now. If she hadn't been seriously injured, Ye Ying wouldn't have had to worry about her safety repeatedly, "I know you have an accident, I can't stay at home, I..."

The corners of his eyes were sour, and the water he drank turned into tears and fell down again, "I'm sorry..."

Wiping away the hot tears with her fingertips, Ye Ying gently coaxed the person in her arms, "If you hadn't invited Mrs. Tang this time, the Candle Dragon Palace might not have been captured for a long time. It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself. It's me who made you worry, blame me."

Jing Shu hugged his neck and sobbed softly, "It's my fault."

Ye Ying pursed her lips tightly and didn't argue with her on this issue. After all, it was he who didn't avoid this catastrophe that made the people around him feel tired.

At the foot of the mountain, the Tiance Army led by Li Chengen is working together to break through the siege. The Nanzhao army is coming in a large number. It can almost be concluded that this is the main force of the King of Nanzhao. Zhu Jianqiu of the army must be aware of this, as long as they stall for time and cooperate with Zhu Jianqiu inside and outside, it will not be known who will be attacked by the enemy.

Under the artillery fire, the ground shook, and the ruins in front of the Candle Dragon Hall shook a lot of sand and stones. Ye Ying helped Jing Shu to stand up, and everyone looked at the burning forest in the distance. It is suitable for marching and fighting. I don't know how many corpses and armors will be left behind in this battle.

Ye Meng turned around and looked at the collapsed gate of the Candle Dragon Palace, "Third brother and the others have been in for a long time, should we..."

Before the words fell, there was the sound of heavy objects falling inside the Candle Dragon Hall, and someone went in to check immediately. It was said that the stone bridge leading directly to the main hall was broken, and the bridge foundation was injured when the disciples of the Tang Sect dropped firearms to clean up the remaining evils in the Candle Dragon Hall. After a long time, it finally broke and fell into the bottom of the pool.

It was getting late, and the front line didn't know when the troops would be withdrawn. It was very likely that they would pass through the mountains tonight.Ye Ying helped Jing Shu to sit down by the fire, turned around and took off her coat and put it on her shoulders so that she could be more comfortable leaning on the stone without catching cold. After discussing with several heads, he decided to send a few more A disciple entered the Candle Dragon Hall to look for Yu Rui and others, while the others continued to wait in the square in front of the hall.

When Ye Ying came back after talking with the others, Jing Shu couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep curled up on the stone. A small outline was drawn by the mountain wind passing through her body. He bent down and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. Tighten his clothes carefully, and carefully hug him into his arms to block the oncoming wind.

I don’t know if it’s because of the blazing flames, but today’s night came very early, the continuous flames of war were very obvious in the night, and there were a few muffled thunder rolls overhead, Li Wangsheng looked up at the clouds rolling with the wind, “Tonight I’m afraid It was raining."

The people who entered the Candle Dragon Hall to inquire soon came back. They didn't see Yu Rui and others, but there were handwritings left on the conspicuous places on the ground, saying that they found a way through the cold pool and went to inquire.

With a scoff, lightning as thick as a bucket suddenly fell from the sky, and then crazy raindrops fell. A group of people hurriedly retreated into the front hall of the Candle Dragon Hall to avoid the rain. The front of the Dragon Leap Hall was blasted away by artillery fire. There were more than a hundred disciples from the six major sects, hiding in the dilapidated Longyue Hall, which was very crowded. In the end, Abbot Shaolin led the crowd to the Wind Centipede Hall where he was imprisoned for the night.

The stone bridge connecting the two palaces rolled down some gravel from time to time. Everyone was afraid that it would break suddenly and walked very carefully. The gravel at the bottom of the bridge leaked more and more. It shattered suddenly, cutting off the way they came.

Under the lightning and thunder, the disciples were a little panicked when they saw this scene, and Dufa comforted everyone, "From here, you can go to the Spirit Snake Palace, bypass the stone gate of the main hall to the Qianspider Palace. The mountain is very strong, we can go from there Walk around and go back outside without crossing the bridge."

The empty Wind Centipede Hall was immediately crowded, and a few disciples were sent to split a few bundles of firewood nearby. After closing the door of the hall, each family and faction sat around their respective fires, finally feeling warm.

The thunder outside became louder and louder, and the torrential rain poured down. After a flash of lightning pierced the sky, Jing Shu suddenly woke up from her dream, cold sweat slid down her back, and the person hugging her lowered his head and touched her cold forehead, " What's wrong?"

Ye Ying has always been careful to protect her, never touched by the wind and rain, and felt that the person in his arms was trembling, he pressed her back and slowly released a few strands of internal energy to comfort her, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Her small face turned pale, Jing Shu shook her head and sat up straight, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, "We... why are we here?"

"Shelter from the rain." Ye Ying gathered the coats on both sides of her to prevent her from catching cold, "Are you thirsty?"

Jing Shu shook her head, and he said again: "I'm afraid we won't be able to go back to the barracks tonight. If we're hungry, we can only hold on for a while."

With a light hum, her arms wrapped around Ye Ying's waist, Jing Shu leaned in front of him and slowly breathed a sigh of relief, Ye Ying caressed her back, "If you are tired, go to sleep for a while, I will call you at dawn .”

Jingshu closed her eyes, but she didn't feel sleepy in her mind. She rubbed against the man's chest habitually, and suddenly felt a few tingling pains on the top of her head. She raised her face, and Ye Ying quickly turned her head away, jumping The firelight illuminated the fine stubble on his chin.

Unable to help touching, Ye Ying grabbed her little hand helplessly, "Don't touch it, you may stab you."

Raising his neck and pecking at the short stubble, Jingshu leaned back to his chest again, he pursed his lips, gently pinched her waist without any trace, and folded his arms to wrap her tightly some.