Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

Nan Fuguang had no idea what Yan Ji'an was thinking, so he let Lu Sang catch up and try to intercept them.

After leaving the mining area of ​​the Dayi Mine, she is now a Jindan-stage cultivator. Even though Lu Sang is a genius in cultivation, he is only in the initial stage of foundation building.

There were unusual movements at the Da Ri Mine. Nan Fuguang had no intention of continuing the fight, so the moment his junior sister rushed over, he knocked the Fulong Sword out of her hand with unceremonious efficiency.

There was a dull "clang" sound, and the little sister was so shocked that her face turned pale. In fact, Nan Fuguang was also shocked.

She never expected that Lu Sang, who was only in the initial stage of foundation building, had successfully refined the Fulong Sword into his own natal sword.

Otherwise, with what she did just now, the sword should have flown farther.

This was indeed very enviable. After all, she was Nan Fuguang, a Jindan-stage cultivator with three spiritual roots, unmanifested spiritual bones, and no natal sword. Sometimes she even questioned what kind of sword cultivation she was practicing.

"Lu Sang... Junior Sister, let me make it clear that I have no intention of going against anyone."
Nan Fuguang half-turned sideways, stood on tiptoe, pinched the chin of the man behind him with two fingers, and pulled it upwards, signaling his junior sister who was distracted by the flying sword to look over.
"Although you don't remember, it was you who did it. He is just a fragile mortal. You shouldn't bully him like this."

When the butcher heard the description of "bullying him" and showed an expression of wanting to say something but stopping himself, Nan Fuguang lowered his eyes and did not give him the chance to try to quibble. He loosened his hand and raised his chin towards Lu Sang.

"Not again."

Such words decisively drew a clear line of camp among them.

At least for now, she and the pig butcher are from the same country.

Nan Fuguang threw the peach wood sword in his hand back into the arms of the stunned stall owner next to him. The latter took the sword in a hurry, held it in his hands and turned it over and over, as if he didn't understand how this ordinary and cheap wooden sword could have knocked away the golden artifact in the hands of the female cultivator in the Taoist robe of the inner disciple of the Yuntian Sect.

At the same time, Nan Fuguang could sense that from a great distance, Yunshang Xianzun was silently watching everything that was happening here—
It was his instruction that Lu Sang catch up; he did not move when Lu Sang's sword was knocked away; and now, when Lu Sang was verbally threatened and speechless, and could only awkwardly turn her hands and make hand gestures to pick up her own natal sword, he finally spoke, but it was to ask Lu Sang to go back, she was no match for Nan Fuguang.

The master's words were so blunt that Lu Sang's face looked even uglier.

Nan Fuguang felt that this junior sister was being unreasonable. She was born in the Yuntian Sect, while the junior sister had only been in the sect for a few decades. It was natural that she was not as good as him. Why should she be dissatisfied?
There was another unusual commotion coming from the direction of the mining area of ​​the Dayi Mine. This time it was not an illusion, because the ground beneath their feet was shaking.

Without paying any attention to how embarrassed the junior sister was at the sight of being picked up by a flying sword in public, Nan Fuguang caught sight of the mastermind behind everything from across the street.

The latter leaned forward slightly, probably with a frown on his face, and looked down at him with an attitude of contempt.

"He won't come after me."

Behind him, the butcher's voice was very firm.

"...Where do you get this confidence from?"

Nan Fuguang turned around in surprise, only to see the man with his arms folded, pressing down on her like a mountain, with his chin slightly raised, looking into Yan Ji'an's eyes.

After a moment, Yunshang Immortal Venerable really raised his hand, put his fingertips together, and swept them slightly outward.

It means, let’s go.

Nan Fuguang: “…”

Are you really going to let him go?

I don’t know what the great Immortal Lord was thinking, why would he let her go so easily?

People grow up, maybe the stubborn dragon can grow up a little, or maybe the apology just now was sincere, and after her earth-shaking departure from the sect, this arrogant Immortal Lord finally realized that he should occasionally respect the opinions of her, an ant?
Nan Fuguang couldn't believe that there was such a good thing in the world.

A title like "The Immortal on the Cloud: Learn to be Empathetic" would be worthy of being on the headlines even if it were sent to "The Gossip Girl of the Three Realms".

However, as the saying goes, "Once bitten, one fears the rope for ten years", they were afraid that this dragon's nature would be hard to change and his thoughts would change. Just like the timeline when she turned into a fox, she would let them go one moment and chase them the next...
Nan Fuguang turned around, grabbed the butcher's arm, and dragged him back as fast as possible.

The latter was grabbed and jogged a few steps.

I don't know which step just now made him think it through. The man swept away the non-violent and non-cooperative atmosphere when he left the tavern just now, and even lost the strength to walk quickly before. His steps were slow and his tone was a little lazy: "Why are you in a hurry? Maybe the guy in the mine was in a bad mood today and stamped his feet."

Nan Fuguang: “…”

Butcher: "Just like what you did just now."

Nan Fuguang: “…”

The butcher: "It can't be that the miners have revolted."

Nan Fuguang: “…”

The butcher: "Hmm? It shouldn't be? What else do they have besides the pickaxes? If they wanted to rise up, they would have done it a long time ago. Why wait until today?"

Nan Fuguang: “…”

Butcher: “?”
Butcher: "They only have pickaxes, right?"

Nan Fuguang: “Uh.”

Butcher: “…”

……

This matter is not entirely Nan Fuguang's fault.

When she left the Great Sun Mine today, she wasn't really sure if she could go back right away.
It’s not that she doesn’t want to go back, but she’s not sure that Yan Ji’an will let her go back.

When she was born, she was the center of attention, and she was the eternal moon and star. In her previous life, she was second to none and had the temperament of a dragon. Yunshang Xianzun was always good at doing things on his own... So after knowing that Nan Fuguang had a way to leave the Dayi Mine, he was most likely going to take her away.

He made up his mind to do this, and Nan Fuguang had no room to resist.
When a Jindan stage cultivator faces a Huaxian stage cultivator, not to mention that he will be beaten up like Lu Sang did when he faced Nan Fuguang... the disparity in strength between them is probably similar to the same effect when an ordinary person encounters a Jindan stage cultivator.

Nan Fuguang's idea was very simple. If she couldn't come back this time, she at least hoped that the miners of the Dayi Mine could stay here for a while longer in this place where human life was worthless, until she went to Miyue Mountain and reported all the hidden filth in this place to the Immortal Alliance.

Yes.

Yesterday, after the butcher fell asleep, she took the Qiankun bag and took out everything that could be considered a weapon. On the rotten wooden table, the few weapons were lined up. She then put the low- and medium-level talismans in the Qiankun bag into those ordinary weapons one by one.

At noon, she went out in the morning light and distributed weapons to the miners in the mining area, telling them that these weapons would allow them to fight at least half of the guardians head-on, and that they should pick up weapons to protect themselves when necessary.

At 12 o'clock, she returned to the safe house. When the butcher woke up, Nan Fuguang dragged him out and handed the last weapon, a dagger with wood attributes, to Youyin at the gate of the Dayi Mine.

"I also hope that no one will rise up this time." Nan Fuguang said, "After all, I only have a green fire talisman in my hand. Do you think I can fight Duan Nan with a burning pickaxe in my hand?"

The butcher didn't say anything for a while.

Nan Fuguang didn't hear the answer. He turned around and glanced at him. He was about to ridicule him, but suddenly he remembered that this guy might secretly admire him. He was probably worried at the moment.

The eldest sister of Yuntian Sect suddenly let go of the man's sleeve and cleared her throat as if to cover up her mistake. However, the blood in her ears could not be suppressed.

She rubbed her hands together: "Don't worry too much, it will be fine."

The butcher asked expressionlessly: "Worried? Probably not."

"I was just thinking that if you get your head chopped off by that freak with a sickle, you'll deserve it."

Nan Fuguang was already feeling guilty, and now he was scolded so hard that he couldn't even raise his head. He thought to himself, if you're worried, just admit it. How come this guy is so good at saying one thing and thinking another?

……

The candle dragon holds fire in its mouth, and there are thousands of peaks stacked up. Above the dome of heaven, there are red sky waves floating.
The bitter summer in the mortal world has lasted for a long time.
The wet place is like another microcosm of the mortal world.

There are always rumors in the world of immortal cultivation, saying that the Guixing Pavilion of the Yuntian Sect has already predicted the deadline for the Three Realms and Six Paths, and that if the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree does not revive, the orbit of the entire world will completely collapse... Yuntian Sect's leader Xie has been running around all year round to dispel the rumors, and stressed that this year's summer heat is just a little more serious than last year.

It would be nice if it rained someday.

Back at the Da Ri Mine, this thought inexplicably entered Nan Fuguang's mind.

The mountain collapsed in front of us, blowing up yellow sand and covering the sky and the sun.

The wall of the Da Ri Mine was crushed, and the sudden breakthrough was like a trap thrown by children in the lotus pond in summer. Although they knew it was a trap, many shrimps and crabs still rushed to fall into it.

Foxes of all colors were running and howling all over the ground. Some were picked up by their fur by their guardians and killed while struggling. Their blood was scattered all over the ground and splashed on the thin layer of yellow sand on the ground.

The fox's body was thrown on the ground, along with some mangled remains of its guardians.

Every time they killed a fox, people in mining robes would rush up roaring.

"I'm from the same village as you in Qingcheng, Jiawu County! My name is Chen Guoguang! Go to Jiayisansanwu!"
"Remote Mountain Qingyuan County, Li Tong!"
"I'm not Yi Er Wu Qi Si! My name is Xue Mao!"

Shouts came one after another.

People who used to only have numbers shouted out their real names and rushed forward one after another.

The guardian hurriedly released some spells according to his own cultivation type, but a thunder curse released by a Qi Refining cultivator could not strike two people, and soon he would be pinned to the dust by a group of people.

Nan Fuguang saw with her own eyes a guardian being pinned to the ground. The man who was pinning him down was very familiar to Nan Fuguang. It was Youyin. She immediately reached out to pull off the mining lamp-shaped pendant hanging around his waist.

When her hand reached for the lumbar spine, the guardian's expression instantly changed from cold to terrified. He shouted, "How do you know?" and "Don't touch it," but the voice was soon drowned out by the surrounding noise!

The moment the waist pendant left the guardian's waist, the magic that had originally gathered around the guardian's vital points lost its effect, and he became a mortal with no power at all. A silver rider pressed him to the ground, and she stabbed a dagger into the man's shoulder.
As the guardian cried miserably, countless vines spread and expanded until they wrapped around the guardian and took root firmly in the soil.

The fox's blood became the nutrient for their growth. The guardian was firmly fixed to the ground, his eyes widened in horror as he shouted, "How is it possible? You are a mortal. How is it possible?" He might have more to say, but at this time another middle-aged man miner chopped off his head with a pickaxe.

The round head was still frozen with an expression of shock and panic from the previous second. When it rolled to his feet, Nan Fuguang's scalp went numb and the blood in his body seemed to flow backwards, and he was unable to move for a while.

"Your father, from Tongshu Village, Daliangshan, has silver."

The vines loosened and faded away from the headless guardian, and the girl standing next to his headless body raised her head and saw Nan Fuguang across the crowd.

She held the dagger with the wood attribute that would grow vines in her hand again. Now the blade of the dagger was curled and dripping with blood...

As Youyin walked towards him step by step, Nan Fuguang's shoulders stiffened.

The butcher glanced down and saw that the hair on the back of her neck seemed to stand up and explode, and he thought of the furry fox that had crawled into his arms in a certain timeline.

"Excuse me." He said to You Yin who was getting closer and closer, "I'm allergic to blood, please keep a little social distance."

You Yin really stopped not too far from Nan Fuguang, and without saying anything to the butcher, she looked Nan Fuguang up and down. Her eyes were distant but full of eagerness to try, which reminded Nan Fuguang of the first time they met her, when she opened the window of the safe house, reminded her that there could be no foxes in the safe house, and stuffed her a roasted sweet potato.

Too bad she doesn't remember anything.

"You really came back." Youyin said.

Nan Fuguang forced himself to ignore the fresh head that was now pressed against his legs, and said in a flat voice: "Shouldn't I come back?"

"There are three people scheduled to perform on your 'Da Mine Day' this time, and Duoduo received the Da Ri Red Flower." You Yin ignored the sarcasm in Nan Fuguang's tone and said to himself, "Because his father did not complete the last performance, he must inherit this task, and the Da Ri Red Flower he inherited cannot be transferred."

"How old is he? It took him several weeks to stop crying and wetting his pants when he first saw the thing in the mine tunnel... Now asking him to talk to that thing, isn't it cruel?" Youyin paused, "Uncle A-Tai wanted to replace Duoduo, but the guardian refused, so they resorted to violence."

Nan Fuguang didn't know whether what she said was true.

But Youyin didn't seem to care much about her opinion. After explaining a little, she shrugged and said, "The weapon you gave me is really useful. I never thought in my life that I could cut a monk's throat as easily as cutting a watermelon."

She turned around and was about to enter a new round of fighting. The black hair of the girl, who was always cold and sarcastic, was wet by the sticky blood, and the ends of her hair were dripping with sticky yet warm blood.

She walked a few steps out and suddenly stopped.

"Do you regret it? Regret that you shouldn't have given us weapons. It seems that this has made us die sooner."

Nan Fuguang shook his head.

You Yin was a little surprised: "What? I thought you were very soft-hearted——"

“It’s human nature to feel heartbroken because of sacrifice, but if you know in your heart that it is the right thing to do, then you must do it even if it means sacrifice. There is no such thing as a free lunch.”
Nan Fuguang said, "Sometimes the scales of justice will tilt, and you need to use bloody hands to straighten them, but if you are afraid of getting your hands dirty, the scales will never return to balance."

Youyin remained silent upon hearing this, and suddenly, he smiled at Nan Fuguang.

"You're right. If we enter the Great Sun Mine, we will die."

"I am very satisfied to be able to take a few guardians with me before I die. So you must remember what you said. There will be sacrifices for the right thing, so don't regret it. This is not your fault, and it has nothing to do with you... It's just that the last straw that broke the camel's back happened to fall today, that's all."

It's just that the last straw that broke the camel's back happened to fall today.

That's it.

……

The dazzling sunlight and the scorching earth were isolated, and the smell of blood penetrated into the nose and became more vivid and three-dimensional.

As Nan Fuguang's breathing became heavier, she heard a man's deep voice in her ear.

“It’s easy for a person to lose himself once he comes into contact with a force he has never encountered before.”
"The unprecedented novelty will arouse the restlessness in their blood."
"The Great Sun Mine was once in a state of balance that was not perfect but absolute. The weapons you gave allowed mortals to gain the power of immortals, thus breaking this balance."
"see it?"
"war."

This butcher talks too much nonsense.

"Many people will die today. If they didn't have the weapons you gave them, they might not die... at least not today. Aren't you afraid of this?"

Nan Fuguang looked at the butcher silently.

The latter laughed.

It sounds like a sigh and also like a sigh.

"You're still you."

The shaking of the ground beneath his feet made Nan Fuguang unable to ask the butcher what the last four words meant.

Cracks appeared on the ground, and the violent shaking caused people who were running to fall to the ground regardless of their identities.

Amid the deafening sound of the mountain exploding, the monster that had been imprisoned deep in the Big Sun Mine Mountains was able to see the light of day again. Its snow-white scales were exposed to the sunlight again, making a sizzling sound, and its hair seemed to be burned by fire, emitting a burnt smell.

The supervisor flashed in midair, the second-level immortal weapon Snow Blade refracted dazzling light under the sun, Duan Nan raised his sickle high and tried to force the monster back——

However, this monster is probably not within the scope of sentient beings in the Three Realms and Six Paths. The rare immortal weapon, when it cut into its scales, was like cutting into the toughest dragon scales in the world. After the harsh sound of metal friction, it could not hurt a single hair of its skin!
Duan Nan quickly withdrew his weapon, and then grabbed the monster's ear with one hand as if he wanted to climb higher. However, the moment his hand touched its hair, a dark space gap appeared behind him in mid-air, as if torn by an invisible hand.

Like a living creature, the crack gradually expanded. When the Nascent Soul cultivator suddenly opened his eyes and looked back, "Awu" enveloped and swallowed him...

The gaps flicker, close, and disappear, all in one go.

Nan Fuguang: “…”

After witnessing all this with his own eyes, Nan Fuguang had only three words in his mind: It was outrageous.

Who on earth put this thing out?!
Then, a strange breathing sound was heard from far away, hidden among the roars and screams, but the heavy breath could be clearly transmitted to the ear bones, as if something was breathing close to the back.

That was the sound that could only be heard in the mine tunnel before. Along with every breath, it seemed as if countless whispers poured in, and countless words were urgently telling something.

It was obvious that Nan Fuguang was not the only one who heard this sound. People who were running stopped and turned back one after another.

They were shrouded in shadow.

Above the Big Sun Mine, a monster that they had never seen before appeared. Its overly huge body blocked out most of the sunlight, its head towered into the clouds, and its drooping ears swayed. Occasionally, black ore fell like raindrops.

The oppressive feeling brought by the huge size difference made everyone feel suffocated.

Every time the monster moved, it could crush a large row of houses. It had a long chain on one of its legs, and a row of black and gold talismans on the chain had been torn off manually. As it raised its foot, several talisman fragments were blown away like fallen leaves in the swirling sand.

As the house was trampled, black cracked ore fell from the sky. The big guy moved his body clumsily, and it seemed that he was choosing a suitable angle every time he stepped down.

Until one day a monster landed and several guardians were trampled into pulp before they could even scream.

As if it sensed something exploding beneath its feet, the monster raised its foot, and its fur-covered claws moved in mid-air, and a strange, joyful neigh came from the sky...

Black Rift Ore has stopped falling.

Whatever this thing was, it really hated monks.

Nan Fuguang pulled down his hands that were covering his eyes, and in the last moment he glanced at the place in front of him that could be called hell on earth.

Yellow sand.
blood.
Remains.
Unnatural creatures whose origin and lethality are unknown.

She once again held the "Cat's Ninth Life" hanging around her neck.

This time, the time converter once again showed its instability. Perhaps it was because there were too many life forms involved in the time reversal, or perhaps it was because the monster in front of him had a strange resonance with the product of the black cracked sky ore.

The fox, which should have had two tails left, began to crack from its head, and the cracks produced a dazzling light!

The monster in the clouds seemed to have noticed something and stopped moving. It made a humming sound, and its drooping ears shook as it turned its head towards Nan Fuguang. It hunched its body and lowered its head, and the golden animal eyes on the back of its head slowly opened.

The sound of a human whisper grew louder and louder in my ears, like the chirping of insects in summer, like the melting of ice in winter and sinking into the impure sea, like the weeping of thousands of wronged souls imprisoned in the underground of the Great Sun Mine, like the howling of wild foxes under the moon in the forest mountains.

When the entire time converter exploded into pieces with a "bang", the yellow sand in front of the eyes rolled up into a vortex like a sandstorm, and everything around the ears was reversed in the time gap.

A strong wind blew, and Nan Fuguang staggered back a step, her shoulder hitting the strong and hard chest behind her. It turned out that the butcher had been standing behind her.

"Butcher, why are you talking so much nonsense and asking so many questions? Scars always hurt and bleed when they are opened, but this is the only way to heal."

At such a close distance, Nan Fuguang grabbed his collar with his backhand and pulled the man with a half-smile on his face to him.
He was forced to bend down.
She raised her chin slightly and looked at him, her eyes flashing with determination.

"There are never too many 'shouldn'ts' in my dictionary."

"Oh."
The man chuckled.
"Then let's wait and see, Fairy Sister."

From this moment on, every step was a gamble, and she could never turn back.

It does not matter.

From here on, just keep moving forward.

(End of this chapter)