The demon witch is her white moonlight

Le Xiaoyi's throat moved, he looked at the two corpses on the ground, and then at Ji Yuxuan.

Sister Ji is too powerful.

It was obviously not the first time those two people had fought against others on the floating platform just now, and Qi Juejian of Ghost Dao Sect did not stop them either.

At that moment, the masters reached a consensus to get rid of Le Xiaoyi, who was bound to be delayed if the gap was too large, so as to ensure the highest survival rate for the upcoming tasks.

If the person opposite was not Ji Yuxuan, Le Xiaoyi might not escape this disaster.

She seemed to understand why when Ji Yuxuan met Ji Yuxuan in the second mission, Ji Yuxuan was surrounded by only the envoys of gold and silver and no one else.

This is the cruel survival rule of the Pagoda Palace. The strong can abuse the weak wantonly. If they want to survive, they must practice constantly to make themselves masters.

A light array lit up on the floating platform, and the golden light was fleeting, disappearing with the bodies of the two people.

Ji Yuxuan reached out to help Le Xiaoyi up, and asked her, "Are you scared?"

"It's okay." Le Xiaoyi exhaled, "I'm fine."

She was a little surprised, she didn't expect these people to do it directly on the floating platform, and couldn't even wait to enter the world of fantasy.

Ji Yuxuan patted her on the shoulder and stopped talking.

There were no new guests on their side of the floating platform, and Skywalker appeared on the white jade pillar, turning a blind eye to what happened on the floating platform.

This time, the guide did not introduce Wuleizhen again, which means that the people in the formation are all veterans at this time.

I don't know how the Futu Palace selects its disciples, is it like sectarian forces, the disciples are all cultivated from the body element state.

If this is the case, the Futu Palace must have existed for tens of thousands of years.

Le Xiaoyi has seen several innate masters' moves, and even triggered the fifth-grade Jun Lan sword herself. In her opinion, the power of the traceability realm has reached its peak, but there are several realms beyond the traceability realm.

So, what kind of realm did the highest-level retainers in the Buddha Palace achieve?How high are these skywalkers?

Mysteries came one after another, and Le Xiaoyi fell into deep thought.

Skywalker routinely said a few words on the scene, and then, the golden light flickered, and the scene in front of Le Xiaoyi's eyes was repeated, and the next moment, bloody air rushed towards his face.

"!" The thick bloody smell poured into the nostrils, causing Le Xiaoyi to cough violently.

Subconsciously, she covered her mouth and nose with her hand, and looked around, but the sight she saw made her chest feel tight, her stomach was overwhelmed, and she almost vomited out.

Qi Jueren was better than Le Xiaoyi, but his face turned pale: "This is...too miserable."

There were ruins all over the ground, blood was shining in the sky, corpses lay across the road, hung on trees, or soaked under the scorched field ridges, and a small mountain village with a radius of one hundred acres was slaughtered.

None of these people who died were practitioners, but all of them were ordinary mortals.

"This is..." Le Xiaoyi's heart was pounding, she felt this place was familiar just now, but because she was too shocked, she didn't recognize it for a while, but when she looked carefully, her face turned pale with horror.

She turned her head to look at Ji Yuxuan, opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

Ji Yuxuan's bright eyes sank, obviously expressionless, but Le Xiaoyi's heart shrank suddenly, trembling with pain.

A corpse lay at Ji Yuxuan's feet, with a bent back, rough and old fingers dug into the ground, and black soot was hidden between the nails.

Le Xiaoyi recognized him.

When she came last time, this kind and enthusiastic old man asked Yan Ruchu if there was enough charcoal in the house to burn, and if not enough, he would send some more.Unexpectedly, the old man died tragically by the side of the road, his back was pierced by a sharp weapon, and there was a long bloodstain on his body, and the blood flowed out to death.

And the young woman whose clothes were brutally stripped and hung on the tree was a lively girl who followed Yan Ruchu to visit Xiaoquan.

Her body was covered with scars, and there was a pool of dirty blood underneath.

Le Xiaoyi couldn't imagine how cruel and inhumane abuse she had suffered during her lifetime. In the end, she was hung from a tree with her hands tied and flogged to death.

The body of the old woman was under the collapsed eaves, with a fist-sized hole in her forehead. She should have hit the pillar with her head and committed suicide.

Watching these scenes, Le Xiaoyi's chest was as heavy as a mountain, and he had difficulty breathing, almost suffocating.

Obviously, not long ago, this place was a paradise, so many simple and kind people lived together carefree and happy.

But now, happiness is destroyed.

The tragedy in the courtyard is just a microcosm of the whole village, and this place is hell on earth.

Who ruined it all?

Moon Cold Palace?Or Ice Dragon Gate?

How utterly devoid of conscience can he attack ordinary people?

Le Xiaoyi took a step forward, but his calf trembled suddenly, and he almost knelt down on the spot.

She leaned on her knees to pant, and the bloody smell that poured into her nose burned her lungs like flames, making her so uncomfortable that she shed tears.

Obviously, I just want to live an ordinary life, but why do some people want to deprive even such a simple wish, trample on other people's happiness wantonly, what can I get?

Le Xiaoyi covered her face with her hands, tears streaming down her fingers.

She didn't want to be so vulnerable, but this tragic scene instantly brought back painful memories of the day when the Ji family was destroyed. She was still lucky enough to find Ji Yuxuan, so what about these people?Do they still have a chance?

A hand came over from the side, gently stroking her back, Le Xiaoyi wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and looked at Ji Yuxuan.

Ji Yuxuan's face was very calm, and his deep eyes were silent.

Le Xiaoyi couldn't read any emotions from her eyes, but it was this indifference that made Le Xiaoyi feel so distressed that he couldn't help himself.

Ji Yuxuan has been to many places, and established many such branches in the fantasy world, challenging authority, killing evil, and defending morality in the best way she can.

People like her are destined to be tolerated by the evils of the world.

Therefore, she must have seen such a hellish scene more than once. She also shed tears and swallowed blood. Finally, there was a belief that supported her and let her walk down step by step.

Ji Yuxuan took off her robe, wrapped it around the woman's body, untied the body from the tree, and laid it flat on the ground.

Qi Jueren's gaze paused on Ji Yuxuan, then turned away to look elsewhere.

Le Xiaoyi followed Ji Yuxuan to check Yan Ruchu's residence, but did not see the bodies of Yan Ruchu and Mo Jiangliu, but found Jia Mian with a severed arm in the house, and he was still breathing.

Ji Yuxuan immediately woke him up and gave him a Xuanling Pill.

But Jia Mian was exhausted and his dantian was useless. Even if he held his breath for a while, he couldn't survive.

After he woke up, Ji Yuxuan whispered something close to his ear.

Jia Mian opened his eyes wide, grabbed Ji Yuxuan's sleeves tightly, and said intermittently: "Save... Miss Yan... Imperial City Army..."

Imperial Army.

Le Xiaoyi's breath sank.

Yan Ruchu said that the young girls captured by Yuehan Palace every year were sent as tributes to the imperial city. Xuantian Palace robbed the tribute escort carts in the extreme north several times, which attracted the thunder of the emperor in the imperial capital, and sent the imperial city army to crush them. The village wiped out the Xuantian Palace.

Before Jia Mian could finish speaking, the five fingers grasping Ji Yuxuan's cuff lost all strength, and fell down slumped, dying with regret.

Small scarlet characters appeared in front of Le Xiaoyi's eyes, icily describing the task this time: break into the prison, save the inkstone as before, get [-] stupa points for success, and deduct [-] stupa points for failure.

For some reason, Le Xiaoyi was filled with extreme anger for no reason. So many people died, they were insignificant in the eyes of the Pagoda Palace, and Skywalker still released the mission coldly and mercilessly.

Since they have such a powerful ability to observe every move of everyone in the fantasy world, why don't they ask people to stop the atrocities before the disaster, but let them save people after everything is destroyed?

Ji Yuxuan closed Jia Mian's eyes, and there was a silent storm hidden in the dark eyes.

She knows why.

Someone is warning her.

No matter who you are or where you are hiding, one day you will have to pay the price you deserve.

Ji Yuxuan moved Jia Mian's body out of the room, and Le Xiaoyi spontaneously stepped forward to help.

In the entire village, there are more than 130 people, ranging from [-]-year-olds to babies under one year old, and none of them are spared.

The corpses were dug out from the ruins and placed densely in the open space at the entrance of the village.

Ji Yuxuan burned their bodies with a fire, and then buried their ashes.

From the beginning to the end, Qi Jueren didn't dare to say a word, even if he thought that Ji Yuxuan was unnecessary, a lunatic who raised his hand and killed two marrow yuan masters, and wasted time if he didn't go to the imperial capital to do the task immediately On disposing of mortal corpses.

But he didn't dare to express what was in his heart, he could feel the heavy atmosphere in the air, maybe if he accidentally angered Ji Yuxuan, he would be buried with these villagers.

Ji Yuxuan buried the ashes of the villagers, drew their swords and carved their names on the big stone at the entrance of the village.

A ray of spring breeze blows in from the mountain pass, and clusters of winter jasmine bloom in the bushes beside the boulders.

Le Xiaoyi's eyes showed sadness, Qi Jueren was shocked, what is the relationship between this woman and this village?

It was getting late until all the villagers' affairs were settled, and the three of Le Xiaoyi left the village overnight and went down the mountain.

The mountain was deserted, and after walking for an hour or two, they didn't see the post station and the tavern until night fell.

The three of them walked into the inn, Ji Yuxuan threw a silver ingot to the innkeeper, asked him to serve a few jugs of good wine, ordered a few side dishes, and then led Le Xiaoyi and Qi Jueren to sit down in the hall.

In response to the warm greeting from the shopkeeper, he brought two jugs of wine in person. Ji Yuxuan poured a bowl of wine and spilled it on the floor first, then poured it for Le Xiaoyi and himself, while Qi Juedan did it himself.

After a while, the dishes came out, and after two sips of wine, Qi Jueran grew more courageous and asked Ji Yuxuan in a low voice: "Miss Ji, when shall we leave for the imperial city?"

Ji Yuxuan took a sip of the wine, saw Le Xiaoyi also looking at her, and said, "Wait for me to do one more thing."

Le Xiaoyi withdrew his gaze, already guessing what Ji Yuxuan was talking about.

Due to her injury, she couldn't drink much, and she only had a little taste, and her attention was focused on the few Jianghu people around her who were chatting after drinking. From their mouths, she could faintly hear a few words about the changes in Crescent Moon Village.

It is basically the same as what Jia Mian told them, and there is no new news.

At this time, a drinker hiccupped and suddenly said: "My brother who was brushing horses at the station said that this incident was caused by the Moon Palace. With a treasure map, the Imperial City Army traveled thousands of miles to Crescent Moon Village to hunt for treasure!"