What should I do if the salted fish cannon fodder mistakenly raised the villain as a cub?

After everyone rectified, they rushed back to Osmanthus Town.

The flying boat seen on the way here should have transported the last batch of disciples of the Jing family.

It's strange to say that the Jing family members clearly know that if they die, their own family will have no chance of winning, but they are still like numb puppets, one after another, not afraid of death.

In the past two years, the Jing family was the dominant family in Jiuduanshan, and it could be said that they covered the sky with one hand. They did not plunder the people of this side, and naturally they raised countless puppets and zerg.

No matter how strong a monk is, he is still a body of flesh and blood, and his aura will always be exhausted. It is difficult to compete with a puppet that knows no fatigue and pain, and is also extremely strong.

After two days, the town of Osmanthus fragrans was completely changed.

The disciples of Qinghe were killed and injured countless times, and their vitality was seriously injured.

And those casual cultivators who came here for fame and fame, when they saw that something was wrong, they fled in disorder.

Originally thought that Qinghe Sect would definitely lose in this battle.

However, at this moment, the tilted situation suddenly turned around.

Qin Chenhe, the Immortal Lord of Qin who had disappeared, suddenly appeared. With his half-step ascension strength, he joined forces with Yun Xuezun to kill the three guardians of the opponent.

Only one named Xuan He remained.

Song Xianzhi had heard this name from Yi Ping.

It was only later that he found out that this Xuanhe was actually Qin Xianjun's biological younger brother.

And Qin Xianjun is here now, the reason why he came here is probably to find his younger brother.

The four guardians who were killed were killed, and those who were captured were arrested, but the Jing family disciples who looked very young on the opposite side did not panic at all, and continued to deploy their attack strategy calmly and orderly.

They have been strangely silent from the beginning, only doing their own things seriously, and their psychological quality is so strong that it is terrifying.

However, Qin Chenhe's strength, for them, is already an absolute crush across realms.

Therefore, the Jing family didn't last long, and they all withdrew back, leaving only the broken corpses of puppets and millipedes all over the ground.

Most of the disciples of the Qinghe Sect fell in this battle, and those who survived were injured to some extent. The only three doctors in the sect were already too busy.

The crowd did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but planned to take this opportunity to catch their breath while waiting for support.

However, to everyone's surprise, the Jing family, together with the entire Minshan Mountain where the Jing family was located, disappeared that night.

In the Jiuduan Mountain Range, Minshan Mountain, once the tallest and most eye-catching main mountain, collapsed overnight, completely overturned, and became a barren mountain without vegetation.

The huge mountain turned over and turned in an extremely strange posture, and buckled down.

As a result, those high-rise buildings that were originally coffins were all buried deep underground, and those Jing family disciples who had not yet died in battle were buried along with them...

The Jing family has since disappeared.

According to the description of the disciples who patrolled that day, that night, on the day of the red moon, a pair of huge human hands stretched out from the ground, lifted the entire Minshan Mountain, and then buckled it down. All the animals and plants in it were killed.

There was a legend that there was a guardian of the ancient demon clan under the ground of Mount Namin.

After that, the rumors got worse.

The entire Sword Abyss Realm, and even the entire cultivation world, are guessing that it should be the ancient killing god who has been sleeping for hundreds of thousands of years and is about to wake up.

Afterwards, the Qinghe Sect also sent many able-bodied disciples to Mount Fujian to investigate, but without exception, all of them returned without success.

Helpless, they can only eliminate all parties temporarily, and return to the sect to wait and see what happens.

Since then, the Jingshan battle has come to an end.

But everyone knew in their hearts that what happened to the Jing family this time was just the beginning.

The underground giant just stretched out a hand.

The future of the cultivation world is already unknown.

Before leaving, the original commercial road was able to pass normally, so Song Xianzhi took the opportunity to find a supernatural being in the world, and forged a prosthetic for Yan Shu.

After wearing the prosthesis, he was able to move about normally.

Afterwards, those puppet corpses left on the battlefield were carefully picked up by Yan Shu.

There were many people from other villages here, so Yan Shu separated the people from Jinshui Village and transported them back to their hometown for burial one by one, and found the rest of them in a place with a treasured geomantic omen to erect monuments.

That day, when Gu Shenming rescued Yan Shu, he also picked up the bones of Yan Zhong who jumped off later, but seeing that he was dead, he hurriedly buried him in the Demon Valley.

After Yan Shu knew about it, he also went to the Demon Valley to invite him back, and buried him with his mother's bones that he found later.

In Qingqiu, the climate in the mountains is colder than outside, and in the past few days, the bare treetops have been covered with hoarfrost.

Walking on the path back from the cemetery, the ground is covered with dead leaves, red and yellow, reflecting the blue sky and white tree shadows, and the ground is crushed by frost and snow.

Surrounding the path is a vast white birch forest. The white and clean tree trunks stretch as far as the eye can see, forming a lonely and cold world here.

Suddenly, an independent wonderland.

In the depths of the forest, suddenly a group of white deer rushed past, leaving behind the deer's cry, which disturbed a tree of birds and birds to harmonize with it.

Yan Shu, who was wearing a half-thin padded coat, suddenly stopped in his tracks and laughed softly.

There was a soft smile in his eyes, as if he saw something next to him through the group of playful white deer.

"Father said that the white deer has a spirit, and it is auspicious to see it."

"So, they must be happier here..."

After the words fell, he looked back again.

The surrounding birch trees suddenly turned into houses of farmers, and the sound of birds was replaced by chickens and dogs.

The sky is clear and the clouds are scattered, and the smoke from the cooking is curling up.

The mountains in the distance are dripping green, and the green fields are thousands of miles away. It is a good summer with abundant rain in Jinshui Village.

And in front of these houses, stood Yan Shu's familiar faces.

There are childhood friends, relatives and friends who take good care of him on weekdays, and the most unpopular old bachelor in the village...

These are the memories he is most familiar with, the most unforgettable feelings engraved in the depths of his mind.

At this moment, they all returned to their original appearance, smiling so happily.

They looked at him with smiles, waved their hands to freeze here, and said their final farewell.

At the end of the group, Yan Shu finally saw his parents.

Like countless times before, they hugged and snuggled together, and they were a wise and loving couple.

The father smiled and said nothing, while the mother smiled warmly. They just looked at him from afar and said softly: "Xiao Shu, the mountains and rivers are far away from now on, and my parents can no longer accompany you...You are alone, live well... ..."

Yan Shu smiled and shed tears silently.

The moment the tears fell, the vision was clear.

There is nothing but a clear and cold birch forest in front of me, nothing else.

Yan Shu lowered his head and waited for the tears to dry before turning around, holding Song Xianzhi's hand and smiling, "Brother, let's go back."

Song Xianzhi patted his head with a smile, and said: "Okay..."

Xiao Hao is also at the side, holding his shoulders tightly: "When we return to the sect, we will learn lessons together, and grow up to be outstanding together!"

The boy's voice was crisp and clear, echoing in the forest for a long time.

Yan Shu smiled and thought: Dad, mother, it’s okay, maybe I’m not alone...

One tall and two short, the three figures walked away together, and behind them, the birch tree stood silently, with long branches moving with the wind.

Wait until next summer and they will flourish again.

Weaving the next midsummer, a good season.