"Compassion, Compassion ......"

At noon, Xu Yan was already standing in the canyon, looking at the corpses everywhere and the blood-stained land, the little Taoist priest frowned. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Thousands of corpses, the death statue is even more tragic, some people have their intestines pierced, some people have been directly beheaded, and some people have been split in half from the middle, and the white bones and stubble are wrapped around the internal organs.

If it is an ordinary teenager, he must be scared to death when he sees this tragic scene, even if Zhang He, who has been here many times, when he really stands in the pile of dead people, his face is also miserable and pale.

Xu Yan only frowned, his face unchanged.

In the eyes of cultivators, the world is just a pair of skins, and in the end they will return to nothingness and turn into a handful of loess, and in the eyes of pigs, there is no thought of life and death.

If you always remember life and death, can pigs still eat fat?

Xu Yan is not a real pig after all, seeing the countless corpses in front of him, his heart is also extremely shocked, and everyone has compassion, not to mention him as a Taoist priest.

Zhang He on the side retched, squinted his eyes and began to rummage through the corpse.

It's not okay to move slowly, there are so many people in Yuanshanzhai, at least half of the Yuanshan bandits will come over this dead meal, and they won't get anything if they fall behind, if it is dusk, they must retreat, because with the arrival of the night, there are countless beasts attracted by blood.

"Hurry up Xu Yan, you won't have anything to eat if you don't do it!"

Zhang He shouted and began to rummage through himself, what he said was that he didn't have to eat, which meant that there was no benefit.

There are many dead people, and there are also many living people in Yuanshanzhai.

Xu Yan was indifferent to Zhang He's reminder, he sighed softly, slowly walked into the center of the battlefield, found a fairly clean open space, and sat cross-legged in his robe.

Xu Yan didn't want to turn over those corpses, not that he was afraid, but the scenery he saw was different from those Yuanshan bandits.

In his eyes, on the huge battlefield, there are countless unjust souls surging!

In addition to the unjust souls, a thin gray mist covered the entire canyon, which was the evil aura, which was drawn by the great battle, and condensed from the bodies of those who died in battle.

The evil spirit hurts the spirit, as long as it does not stay on the battlefield for a long time, this level of evil qi cannot hurt those murderous Yuanshan bandits, let alone the little Taoist priest who raises pigs with his heart.

Xu Yan is not afraid of those evil spirits, and if he wants to, he can even ignore the unjust souls flying in the sky.

He just couldn't bear it.

As soon as he sat down, not far from Xu Yan, a broken corpse moved, and a bloody face was lifted up from the dirt.

The other party's armor is all bloodstains, I can't tell whether it is a person from the country of Pu or Qi, half of his body has almost been cut off, only a trace of flesh and blood is connected, this person should have passed out, and only woke up from the severe pain after half a day, and he couldn't live when he saw it.

No matter how clever a miracle doctor is, he can't save this kind of injured person whose body is about to be broken.

After the bloody face was raised, it was as hideous as a demon, panting heavily, looking left and right, and suddenly staring at the little Taoist priest not far away.

"Little brother...... Do yourself a favor!"

The man almost gritted his teeth and said, "Give my brother a ride!"

On the battlefield full of corpses, the dying frontier army is like a demon crawling out of the underworld, and the violent rise and fall of his chest indicates that his life is about to be exhausted, and this kind of sober death is the most painful.

He wanted to find someone to stab him, and it would be much more painful.

"Help, help!"

The blood-faced sergeant gritted his teeth with the crunching sound of his teeth cracking, and instead of shouting, he stared at the little Taoist priest opposite him with expectant eyes.

"Good!"

Xu Yan stood up from the beginning, bent down to pick up a broken steel knife, and when he bent over, Zhang He in the distance happened to look at him.

"I haven't been scared half to death in this kind of scene, my heart is ruthless enough, what kind of Taoist family, outsiders, no heart and no lungs, let's get more benefits, you can pick up half of what I did...... Wow!"

Burst!

Zhang He's strange scream caused all the Yuanshan bandits in the vicinity to straighten up and see what was going on, and following Zhang He's frightened gaze, many Yuanshan bandits saw a strange scene.

The little Taoist priest in the center of the battlefield plunged a broken knife into the heart of a soldier who had not died, and the soldier was giving him a thumbs up.

"Thanks, ......"

The blood-faced sergeant only said this sentence in the end, and he completely swallowed his breath, and there was a touch of helpless bitterness between Xu Yan's frowning eyebrows.

He killed another man, but out of the intolerance of his heart.

The truth in the world is so strange, sometimes the rescuer becomes harmful, and the murderer becomes compassion.

Dozens of Yuanshan bandits all saw the scene of the little Taoist priest stabbing the sergeant to death, and a chill suddenly passed through people's hearts.

The murderous Yuanshan bandits will really become a murderous demon king when they see treasures or women, even if there are some half-dead soldiers on the battlefield, the Yuanshan bandits are bypassing most of the time, like a little Taoist priest who mends the knife, and makes up so cleanly, it is really rare.

Throwing away the broken knife, Xu Yan sat cross-legged from the new, straightened his clothes, and whispered.

"The sky is clear and the earth is flat, the sun is crystal and the moon is bright, all the spirits are arching, and the ten directions are universalized. Brewing the yang and brewing the yin, the nine mangs of the life, the transcendent phoenix, and the eternal light ......"

When the Yuanshan bandits were busy reaping benefits from the dead, the little Taoist priest actually overtook this tragic battlefield, Xu Yan's voice was not loud, it sounded very peaceful, and the unjust souls wandering in the sky seemed to have begun to quiet down.

"Just slaughtered one and came to overdue, why don't you live to ......" Zhang He, who was startled by the little Taoist's actions, muttered in the distance: "Is he a pig or a wolf, is he so ruthless, he slaughters people without blinking an eye, fortunately I didn't offend him for a while, this is going to give me a knife at night......"

Shrinking his neck, Zhang He felt cold behind him.

Two months ago, he also saw Xu Yan kill that subordinate, but the little Taoist priest at that time was trembling, and he was almost scared crazy when he killed someone, that is the reflection that a normal person should have, this time it's good, after killing someone, he still gives people more than he wants, which is too weird.

Fortunately, it was almost three months, and Zhang He thought to himself that when the monitoring mission was over, he would definitely stay away from that little Taoist.

The search for the corpse lasted only half a day, and as the corpse was turned over, the bloody aura of the battlefield became heavier.

The sky was getting dark, and there was a wolf howl in the distance.

Groups of Yuanshan bandits began to withdraw from the battlefield and climbed up the mountain along the same path, and after a while, there were few living people left on the battlefield.

Zhang He's harvest this time was good, he scraped a few taels of silver, and a good steel knife, he looked at the sky, and shouted into the distance: "Xu Yan, let's go! The wolves are coming!"

After saying hello, Zhang He turned around and left, he was already disgusted in the pile of dead people for half a day, he didn't even look at Xu Yan, and ran to the foot of the mountain first.

After half a day, Xu Yanyong's scriptures had ended, his delicate eyebrows moved, and he opened his eyes.

At the end of the canyon, the sun was setting, there were fiery red clouds on the horizon, and the ground was still full of dim evil qi.

Taking a deep breath, Xu Yan stood up.

It's time for him to go, and the half-day chanting is excessive, which can be regarded as comforting the undead who died in battle.

The little figure was just about to take a step, when he suddenly stumbled, Xu Yan's eyebrows were raised suddenly, and he felt a stinging pain in his left eye, as if someone was stabbing him in the eye with a knife.

With a low roar, Xu Yan subconsciously wanted to cover his eyes, but at this time, a bottomless whirlpool seemed to appear in his left eye, and the dim aura of the entire canyon was like a river flowing into the sea, surging wildly!