Chapter 6887: The Massacre of Those Who Escaped the Demon Sect

As the demon warriors retreated, the village fell into silence again, but in that dead silence, Chen Xuan caught a subtle cry. He followed the sound to find a half-collapsed thatched hut, in the corner of the black smoke and yellow wall. A young woman huddled quietly. Her clothes were in tatters, and her eyes were full of fear and confusion.

When she saw Chen Xuan, the woman was shocked at first, but when she saw clearly that Chen Xuan was not his enemy, a hint of surprise flashed through her despair.

"How did you escape the slaughter of the Demon Sect?" Chen Xuan asked softly, his tone steady and full of sympathy.

The woman raised her head, and two lines of tears quietly slid down her pale face. Her voice was choked with sobs, but as Chen Xuan waited patiently, she finally told the cause and effect of the incident.

"Here... it used to be a quiet village, until the Divine Lord Shinra led his Demon Sect disciples to sweep across the Central Territory. They were like devils, committing all kinds of evil. The former Central Territory masters, even their combined generals, could not become generals in the Divine Realm. In front of Luo Tianzun, no one is a match..."

The woman's words seemed to slowly spit out the thorn in her heart, and her voice became more and more firm: "Shenluo Tianzun's power is unmatched. It is rumored that he has obtained some forbidden power. Various sects have fallen one after another, and people in the Central Realm, Either they were killed or they were forced to surrender... not even me... not even our village was spared. "

Chen Xuan's eyes were solemn, and his heart was extremely shocked. He knew about this world a long time ago before he fell into coma. Now that he heard about this incident, he was inevitably shocked and angry.

"What's your name?" Chen Xuan asked softly, trying to calm the woman's shock through conversation.

The woman trembled slightly and replied: "My name is Ling'er."

"Ling'er, I already understand everything you said. Although I am alone, the right path has not been destroyed. I will find a way to defeat Shenluo Tianzun." Chen Xuan's voice was full of determination and commitment. His eyes sparkled with belief.

Ling'er's eyes were filled with complex expressions. Fear and sadness still existed, but there was also a glimmer of hope. She asked: "Shenluo Tianzun is invincible in the world, how can you be his opponent?"

Chen Xuan smiled slightly, "In this world, there is no absolute invincibility, only constant transcendence. Shinra Tianzun is just a peak. I, Chen Xuan, have been climbing continuously in my life and have never been afraid of any peak."

As he spoke, Chen Xuan helped Ling'er stand up, and comforted him: "You rest here first, I'm going to look for some clues. In this troubled world, at least I will do something."

Looking at Chen Xuan's back, Ling'er's eyes were full of respect and reluctance, but she also knew that the man in front of her was carrying a heavy responsibility that she could not imagine, and she would remember the warrior's back deeply.

Chen Xuan walked out of the village, already thinking about it. The ground near his body was full of blood. Above the sky, the clouds rolled and rolled, as if he was sighing at the impermanence of the world. With this idea in mind, Chen Xuan embarked on a journey to fight against Shinra Tianzun. journey.

When Chen Xuan arrived at the city, it was already dark. The city was different from the bustling and noisy in his memory. Instead, it was gloomy, as if shrouded in an ominous shadow. The city walls were towering, eroded by the wind and rain of the years, and there were traces of potholes everywhere. It seems as if those carvings were not formed naturally. The city gate is tightly closed, and the iron nails on the heavy wooden door are rusty. Each iron plate seems to be telling the story of past glory and today's decadence.

In the city, the air seemed to be frozen, filled with chills and uneasiness. Beside the street, dim lanterns swayed with dim light. Under the light, haggard citizens walked quickly with their heads lowered. There was no life in their expressions, only fear and despair.

Chen Xuan walked through the dim alleys. Each of the warriors here looked very different from the people in the Central Territory in his memory. Their bodies were either so thin that they were almost only skin and bones, or they were extremely bloated and had no human shape. , some of their faces are covered with strange lines, some are as cold as masks, with empty eyes, and most of them have cruel and hedonistic smiles on their faces.

The costumes worn by these warriors are equally weird. They are not the traditional Central Domain costumes, but battle clothes made of messy leather, iron pieces, and bones. They have the wildness of monsters and reveal the aura of the Demon Sect that does not belong to the human world.

Chen Xuan knew clearly that these were warriors from the Demon Sect. They were contrary to the moral ethics of ordinary people, advocating strength and killing. He once thought that he could sense thousands of things, but everything he saw in front of him still shocked him like never before. He I couldn't help but start to reflect on how easily I fell into the trap set by Shinra Tianzun.

Now, not only has he not gained the power of the guardian crystal, he has instead unleashed a hidden nightmare.

The guardian crystals of the four great beasts were rumored to maintain the balance of heaven and earth. Unexpectedly, he was deceived and became the key to the door to the devil.

Chen Xuan stopped in front of the square in the center of the city. It was an open space that used to be a market, but now it has become a arena for the Demon Sect to show off their martial arts. Several disciples in black robes were seen forcing the warriors in the city. Go into the ring and force them to kill each other for a little food and medicine. The expressions of everyone watching were numb, but also filled with fear, fearing that they would become the next victim on stage.

Chen Xuan's heart was boiling with anger. He took a deep breath and suppressed the fluctuations in his heart. He understood that blind grief and anger alone could not solve the problem at hand. What was needed was reason and careful planning. He calmly returned to At the city gate, he was thinking about how to break the situation.

It was late at night, Chen Xuan found a hidden corner and decided to rest.

Chen Xuan walked into the hotel on the edge of the town, looking for news about the Star Dragon Sect. This bamboo pavilion was not obvious from the outside, but it was the most well-informed place in the city.

Inside, shabby tables and chairs are scattered randomly, and customers sit around. It seems that everyone is keeping their secrets secret.

Chen Xuan chose a corner seat and ordered a pot of wine in a low voice to the boss. The wine hit his nostrils strongly, and the burning sensation stimulated his throat, as if it was his ups and downs of mentality at the moment.

But he was rational and clear, and asked directly: "Boss, may I ask about the recent rumors about the Star Dragon Sect? Do you know anything about it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, it seemed that even the flames in the stove had solidified. The expressions of others became anxious, and some even avoided looking.

The boss sighed, his voice so soft that it was almost drowned out by the crackling of the candlelight: "Young hero, there are some things that may not be a good thing to know."

But Chen Xuan refused to let it go easily: "As a member of the Xinglong Sect, I have the right to know the truth."

A drunk warrior said vaguely: "Xinglong Sect, I heard that there is a lot of trouble over there."

Before he finished speaking, a stranger's sharp gaze made the drunk man quickly silence himself, but Chen Xuan had already captured the weak clues of the information.

When she saw Chen Xuan, the woman was shocked at first, but when she saw clearly that Chen Xuan was not his enemy, a hint of surprise flashed through her despair.

"How did you escape the slaughter of the Demon Sect?" Chen Xuan asked softly, his tone steady and full of sympathy.

"What's your name?" Chen Xuan asked softly, trying to calm the woman's shock through conversation.

The woman trembled slightly and replied: "My name is Ling'er."

As he spoke, Chen Xuan helped Ling'er stand up, and comforted him: "You rest here first, I'm going to look for some clues. In this troubled world, at least I will do something."

When Chen Xuan arrived at the city, it was already dark. The city was different from the bustling and noisy in his memory. Instead, it was gloomy, as if shrouded in an ominous shadow. The city walls were towering, eroded by the wind and rain of the years, and there were traces of potholes everywhere. It seems that those carvings were not formed naturally. The city gate is tightly closed, and the iron nails on the heavy wooden door are rusty. Each iron plate seems to be telling the story of the glory of the past and the decadence of today.

Now, not only has he not gained the power of the guardian crystal, he has instead unleashed a hidden nightmare.

The guardian crystals of the four great beasts were rumored to maintain the balance of heaven and earth. Unexpectedly, he was deceived and became the key to the door to the devil.

Anger was boiling in Chen Xuan's heart. He took a deep breath and suppressed the fluctuations in his heart. He understood that blind grief and anger alone could not solve the problem at hand. What was needed was reason and careful planning. He calmly returned to At the city gate, he was thinking about how to break the situation.

It was late at night, Chen Xuan found a hidden corner and decided to rest.

Inside, shabby tables and chairs are scattered randomly, and customers sit around. It seems that everyone is keeping their secrets secret.

But he had a clear sense and asked directly: "Boss, may I ask about the recent rumors about the Star Dragon Sect? Do you know anything about it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, it seemed that even the flames in the stove had solidified. The expressions of others became anxious, and some even avoided looking.

The boss sighed, his voice so soft that it was almost drowned out by the crackling of the candlelight: "Young hero, there are some things that may not be a good thing to know."

But Chen Xuan refused to let it go easily: "As a member of the Xinglong Sect, I have the right to know the truth."

A drunken warrior said vaguely: "Xinglong Sect, I heard that there is a lot of trouble over there."

Before he finished speaking, a stranger's sharp gaze made the drunk man quickly silence himself, but Chen Xuan had already captured the weak clues of the information.