The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

Yun Ling'er is still up there.

But she was not distracted at this moment, because behind her, there were several powerless women and children, and at this moment, she was the only one who could be their protector.

Yun Jing'er clenched the sword in his hand.

This is the meaning of her sword practice.

At a certain moment, the armored god raised the spear in his hand, his eyes full of ferocity, and swung it fiercely at the girl in front of him.

There was no mercy, no hesitation, and no delay in his eyes.

The crying child was nothing more than a fresh pill that could prolong one's life and improve one's cultivation.

It is now at your fingertips.

"Oh!"

Yun Jing'er waved the magic sword in her hand to block the flying golden spear. Her body was knocked back dozens of steps by the huge impact force and her body was shaking.

The gap between the realms of Transformation of the Spirit and Refining of the Void is still too big.

Yun Jing'er spat out a mouthful of blood and supported his swaying body.

The god showed a playful smile at the corner of his mouth, and the flying spear flew back into his hand again, and he swung it out again in a smooth movement.

"呲-"

Another sword strike.

Yun Jing'er placed the magic sword in front of his chest and used his body to withstand the attack from the armored god.

Her body couldn't help but fly backwards, but no matter how many times she had experienced this, she still gritted her teeth and pointed the sword at the armored god in front of her.

There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the armored god. He had been on many battlefields, slaughtered humans, attacked demons, and followed the God King in battles for most of his life, but he had never seen an enemy so young that could always stand in front of him.

"why?"

The god asked doubtfully.

But soon, he shook his head. He suddenly didn't want to know anymore. No matter how strong she was, the ending would not change.

There is no reason for me to listen to a dead person's self-narration.

At this time, Yun Jing'er had been forced to the branch of the ancestral tree. Behind her was the winding and thick branches of the ancestral tree. She gently stroked the rough surface of the ancestral tree that had experienced countless wind and rain, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

It's not joy, but helplessness.

Is it over?

At this moment, she had no spiritual power to help the Armored God launch the next attack, and even her trembling arms could hardly lift the sword.

However, the women and children she was supposed to protect behind her were safely transferred. The armored god in front of her shifted all his interest to her, swinging spear after spear, as if curious about how many attacks the girl could withstand.

Yun Jinger knew.

Next time will be the last time.

She was no longer able to answer.

Fortunately, her mission has been completed, and she should face her fate calmly.

So she put down her sword, closed her eyes, and prepared to face her death.

Images flashed through the girl's mind like a kaleidoscope of images.

She saw Yun Zir's baby was so tiny and curled up on the day she was born.

The mother stroked her forehead and told her that from today on, she was the older sister and had to take on the responsibility of protecting her younger sister.

She saw Yun Ling'er again, following her and Yun Zi'er like a follower, with a runny nose, taking small steps, and her body staggering.

At dusk, Yun Zir sighed and held her little hand between the two of them.

She saw that before the ceremony, Yun Ling'er was wearing a luxurious goddess dress, just like she was four years ago, which made Yun Jing'er feel dazed and as if she was looking in a mirror.

She carefully combed Ling'er's hair, looking forward to seeing her appear in front of everyone.

At last.

A scene from not long ago emerged in her mind.

A crack appeared in the azure sky, and hundreds of gods were brought into the ancestral land by the emperor-like god. The ancestral tree was burning with fire, and everything was like hell.

There was a panic among the crowd. In the panic, Yun Zir wanted to climb up the ancestral tree and pick up Yun Linger, but after a commotion, she lost contact with Zir.

Then, the gods began to slaughter indiscriminately.

Yun Jing'er watched the bloody scene with her own eyes, her stomach churning - this was her first time facing war.

But she quickly adjusted herself, gripped her sword tightly, and continued to swing it at the god who had killed her own people.

During the fight, she saw Grandpa Xuanhu, covered in blood, laughing and burning his life essence with an unmatched attitude.

But the emperor-like god just frowned and waved his hand, and Grandpa Xuanhu was thrown heavily onto the trunk of the ancestral tree like a kite with a broken string.

But what was unexpected was that the old man whose lifespan was burning had never thought of hurting the almighty emperor god. He laughed and crashed into the ancient bell, and the entire ancestral land was filled with the ninth bell sound that had been paused for a long time.

He wanted the children to run fast, run out of their homeland, no matter where they went, the faster the better.

As long as I can stay alive.

Yun Jing'er closed her eyes, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. A stream of clear water flowed from the corners of her eyes, leaving a crystal tear mark on her beautiful face.

When facing death, fear inevitably emerged in her heart, but she quickly overcame the fear.

She was just worried at the moment.

Worried about his own people, worried about Elder Xuanhu, worried about Yun Zier, worried about... Yun Linger.

But at this moment, her concern is useless, and she will greet her final end without complaints.

She closed her eyes tightly, and in the darkness, a bright white light flashed.

Is this the final destination?

Yun Jinger thought.

But after a long time, the pain of the body breaking did not come. The girl was a little confused. She opened her eyes tremblingly and witnessed an unprecedented miracle -

It was an indescribable sword energy coming from the distant sky.

The sword energy seemed familiar to the one she had seen Ling'er wield before. Both had an aura that transcended time, but the aura of this sword energy was tens of millions times stronger than the one wielded by Yun Ling'er.

The golden god standing high above faced the incomparable sword energy head-on. His originally calm expression showed unprecedented panic, and the nine white jade rings around his body were shattered one after another.

In the end, the powerful sword energy swallowed him up.

Even the remaining sword energy dispersed, as if it had a target, and slashed towards the gods in the sky who were slaughtering.

The figure of the god is like dust on porcelain, washed away by clean water, or a stain on canvas, blurred by white dye...

Their figures were wiped out by the sword energy in an instant.

Time seemed to stand still.

The little child hiding under the ruins poked his head out.

The elderly lady put down the rake in her hand and looked up at the sky.

Zi'er gritted her teeth and shuttled through the sea of ​​fire, then opened her eyes.

Elder Xuanhu, who was lying in front of the ancient bell and was dying, raised his head and smiled.

All the surviving Sky Fox tribe members looked up, witnessing a true miracle before their eyes—

The black-haired man in a white robe was suspended in the air, and the burning ancestral tree behind him broke and collapsed with a loud bang.

His eyes, like those of a banished immortal, revealed an indifference that transcended time. He looked down at everything quietly, the ancient ink-colored sword in his hand flashing with an incomparably sharp sword energy.

Yun Zir's beautiful eyes were startled as she recognized the sword.

That was Yun Ling'er's sword. She always said that she had the sword of her sword spirit master.

The young man in white robe, who looked like an immortal, held the dazed girl from the Sky Fox tribe in his arms. Her silver hair looked like white frost.

She is Yun Ling'er - the goddess of today's sacrificial day.

One who prays for divine protection and blessings.

today--

She prayed for a miracle.

114. Guardian (First Update)

The sky is so red.

Elder Xuanhu leaned against the ancient bell and thought silently.

He was too old, too old, his bloodstained beard hung down to his waist, and he was no longer able to stand up.

Fortunately, the Sky Fox Clan finally survived.

Although he didn't know who the young man in white was, he didn't understand how he appeared in the ancestral land of the Sky Fox, and he didn't understand why Yun Ling'er was in his arms.

But he no longer cared.

Let the younger generation handle things from now on. He is too tired and doesn’t have the energy to care about those things.

Xuan Hu closed his eyes, leaned against the ancient bell, and hummed a ballad softly. It was the same ballad that Yun Ling'er hummed above the clouds in the sacrificial pavilion.

The wind from the fields blew, making the leaves of the ancestral tree rustle. The remaining leaves of the fallen sacred tree rustled, reminding Xuan Hu of his childhood.

That was a long, long time ago.

At that time, the Gods had not yet started a war, the Sky Fox Clan was still a prosperous race, and he was just an ordinary Sky Fox among the clan.

When he was young, he did not have the suffocatingly heavy mission on his shoulders like Zi'er and Jing'er. He lived a carefree life every day, enjoying himself and the mountains and rivers, because there were many geniuses in the tribe whose talents far surpassed his, so the mission of protecting the tribe did not fall on him.

In fact, Yun Ling'er is the one who is most like him, and Yun Ling'er is also his favorite junior. Whenever Xuan Hu sees her carefree and naughty appearance, he always thinks of his own childhood.

At that time, he had many like-minded fellow tribesmen.

They strolled through the fields, mountains, grasslands...singing songs praising freedom.

It was not until the gods started the war and the flames of war spread across the continent that the Sky Foxes were hunted and their numbers began to decrease sharply.

Those former close friends, holding their weapons tightly, fell before him one by one.

Xuan Hu knows that there will be such a day for him too. From the confusion and fear in his youth to the calmness he faces now - he can now face his own ending calmly.

This ending is good.

However, the only thing that worried him was the "Sword Domain".

This is the mission of their Sky Fox Clan, a mission that has continued since the birth of the ancestral tree.

They are a guardian clan, guarding nature and the sword realm.

In every era, the Sky Fox Clan will look for a member with outstanding talents among their members to take on the responsibility of "Guardian". They will shoulder the Sky Fox Clan's greatest responsibility - guarding the Sword Domain.

The Black Fox is today's "guardian".

He actually became the "Guardian" without knowing why.

After all, a long time ago, his talent could only be considered average, and there were many outstanding people in the Sky Fox Clan. It seemed that no matter how they were ranked, such an important responsibility would not fall on him.

However, the "Guardians" are not only guarding the Sword Domain, at least they don't think so.

They also protect their own people.

Therefore, those talented "guardians" rushed to the forefront of the battlefield. It seemed that in their eyes, their compatriots were more important than the sword domain.

At first, Xuan Hu didn't understand.

He felt that the guardians could stay in the safest ancestral land and only need to guard the sword domain - the ancestral land was protected by the ancestral tree and would not be invaded by war.

It can be said that the guardians can enjoy a peaceful time in the safest place.

However, no guardian is willing to stay in the ancestral land. Even if the patriarch has expressly forbidden it, they will quietly escape from the ancestral land and rush to the most dangerous battlefield.

No Guardian escaped.

Therefore, the identity of the guardian is like a curse, which is constantly being replaced. As soon as the previous guardian dies on the battlefield, the subsequent guardian will take his place and continue to rush to the battlefield.