After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

Chapter 927 Struggling
Why are their voices so painful and desperate, so sad and angry?
The blood was absorbed drop by drop along the grooves of the surrounding array, and the Confucianism on her body dissipated little by little, and her merits and virtues dissipated.

As soon as Shen Qing lay down on the ground, the long hair that had turned back to pitch black, withered and withered again, turned yellow, then turned gray, until it became a piece of snow-white with the loss of life force bit by bit.

The pain is still increasing, and the crying is getting louder.

Shen Qingyi, who was stained red with blood, squinted his eyes slightly, and could only see something vaguely.

The blood flowed into the eyes, and the world was blood red.

There seemed to be two voices in her consciousness, one told her to give up resistance, to understand herself thoroughly, and not to suffer so much pain.

One made her persevere and never give up!
The struggle between the two consciousnesses made her already aching brain even more buzzing.

The severe pain made her consciousness go blank, as if some things in her memory were being gradually forgotten.

Forget the reason for the pain, who are those who are crying bitterly, forget her own past, present and future...

"Teacher, my name is Shen Qingyi."

Under the sun, a group of students were running on the grass. The teaching building not far away reflected the holy light, and their faces were full of smiles.

She saw the person who talked freely in the lecture, what he said was faith, what was prosperity...

"Sir, my name is Shen Qingyi. I want to learn to read, and I want to live..."

"Literacy...can't make you live..."

Among the monks who were coming and going, the girl suddenly turned her head.

Her immature face was sallow and emaciated due to long-term malnutrition, but her eyes were particularly bright.

"One day, I will become stronger and protect the people and things I love..."

"Disciple Shen Qingyi! Greetings to Master!"

Above the main hall, the girl bowed respectfully to the man in front.

The male cultivator had a gentle smile on his face, and his jade-like hands gently stroked the girl's head.

"From now on, you will be my little five in Luohong Hall of Tianshui Peak!"

"Little Junior Sister! I will protect you from now on!"

"Hey! Isn't this Xiaowu from Luohong Palace in Tianshui Peak? Why come to Chaoyang Peak when you have time?"

"Xiao Qingyi! Look at what Senior Brother Yue brought you!"

"Little Junior Sister..."

The first time she went out to practice, she was full of confidence, but she was taught by her senior brother because she didn't kill the monster decisively...

The second time she left the sect and almost died in order to save mortals, after returning to the sect, she was forced into the cliff of thinking...

They said that it is impossible for monks to have clean hands, for the sake of resources, to become strong...

That nun seems to have been looking for her own way, looking for what is strong.

She has walked through snow-capped mountains, been to strange continents, dangerous secret places, wandered, experienced life and death, and been confused... There are more and more mountains and seas behind her, and she is getting closer and closer to the place where she started. Far……

It's so far away that when I look back again, things are already changed...

She is no longer the little boy who cleaned the academy back then, nor can she be so happy that she can't fall asleep in the middle of the night because she earns a few more Lingzhu every day...

She became blood-stained, became decisive, became expensive, and became... like a qualified monk...

Became the pride of many people, because of her cultivation, her strength...

She also learned to hide herself, learn to be tactful, learn to lie, and learn to be inconsistent...

"Qingyi, remember... don't try to be brave in everything, don't want to be alone, if there is anything, remember to tell the master and uncles."

"When the sky falls, we will support you!"

"Qingyi! Alive!"

She has become stronger!Although this power has a price, she is getting stronger little by little!

She became a qualified monk, but they told her to learn to be soft...

She also wants to be soft, and wants to be an ordinary monk, just like back then, she was so excited for a few spirit beads!It's like smiling and squinting for a meal of pork belly!Like the first few years, An An stayed in Luohong Palace with peace of mind, even if she had to face the body training she was afraid of every day...

but……

"Prosperity, everyone likes it. But do you think that prosperity can be realized with only one person and one effort? No one is afraid of life and death and rushes forward. Without the corpses and blood on the ground, how can there be prosperity?!"

Whether it was the prosperous world full of sunshine, or the world of cultivating immortals later, under those soils, there were countless buried corpses.

They stepped on the tall carcass, shouting, light!
Those seniors, they fell one by one, and rushed forward one after another.

The mountain of corpses piled up in the secret realm of the underworld, the priests of Bixen Continent, the bloody color in Pankong Breaking Realm, and the small world of fallen gods!
What they worked hard, fought for without fear of life and death, what they cherished as treasure, was trampled on by others!

Do not!
She can't fall yet!

She's going to get out alive!

She promised master, uncle and others, and brother and others!She's going to get out alive!

She also promised those fallen compatriots that she would avenge them!

What would they do if she fell? !

Shen Qingyi, you can't die!
Seeing Shen Qingyi's weaker and weaker breathing, Fengyi Huanhu couldn't help but become more and more desperate.

Do you really want to fail again and fall into despair?
Suddenly, the blood man who lay motionless on the ground trembled.

As soon as Shen Qing's fingers dug into the ground, they bent slightly, and the huddled waist slowly straightened up.

"Shen Qingyi! Shen Qingyi... Shen Qingyi! Get up! Don't fall down! Shen Qingyi! We can definitely do it! Didn't you say that we will definitely... be able to succeed?! Take a look, the sky outside is approaching It’s dawn! Our home hasn’t been destroyed yet! Take a look, it’s almost dawn!”

As soon as Shen Qing opened her eyes, even though the world was blood-red, she saw those cultivators and ancient beasts fighting hard in the sky.

Fist clenched.

She can't fall!

The golden-masked man did not expect that the power to open the barrier would be blocked by the first-class ancient beasts of the Divine Word Tree.

"Are you going to fight back?!"

Even though their power would eventually be defeated by him, this feeling of being provoked really made him angry!
There are also those monks in the lower spiritual domain who are not afraid of death and rush forward!
If you rush up, you can't do anything to him!

They blew themselves up one by one, what did they get? !

How stupid!

Stupid!

In the face of his strength, are these efforts meaningful? !
"Since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you!"

The ancient beasts in the entire Nascent Soul District are dead, but they can still regenerate!

The monks in the entire lower spiritual domain are dead, and there are other lower spiritual domains!
When Yu Yan arrived at Luotian City, the surroundings were already stained red with blood, and the sky and the earth were dark red.

Seeing the suppressed coercion, Yu Yan gritted his teeth and couldn't help but drink loudly.

"Stop! Is the Palace of the Holy King trying to provoke a war between the fairy world and you?!"

(End of this chapter)