"God, what did we do wrong? Why did you do this to us?"

Within the territory of Liyang, there were constant wailings. The people of Liyang, who were struggling to support themselves in the suffering, only had despair in their eyes.

Seeing the holes above their heads getting bigger and bigger, water pouring from the sky, and most of the land submerged, they had no idea what they had done wrong and why God did this to them.

Under this catastrophe in the world, countless unjust lives have been lost, and countless families are on the verge of extinction.

Such a scene of hell on earth fell into the eyes of all the disciples of the Immortal Family Holy Land, and they only felt helpless and angry.

"well……"

With a sigh, Liu Qingfeng weakly leaned on a big tree and lamented.

In the past few months, he has led tens of thousands of Butian Sect disciples to run through disaster areas and saved countless innocent people.

However, many people still lost their lives and their lives were ruthlessly taken away.

Seeing his sad and angry look, Qi Hao shook his head and walked up and said: "Elder brother, you have tried your best. There is no need to blame yourself. Everything you have done is seen by us, and the people of Liyang see it.

You are our best role model."

"Let's go. A few months ago, the master's uncle issued a decree asking us to return to Qinchuan as soon as possible."

"The weirdness has struck again. In just a few months, several of our teams have been attacked in succession, resulting in heavy casualties."

"If this delay continues, I am afraid that the Butian Sect will be completely wiped out."

After listening to Qi Hao's persuasion, Liu Qingfeng just sighed helplessly.

Why doesn't he understand this truth? Why...looking at these innocent people, he always feels soft-hearted and doesn't want to abandon these innocent people.

There are hundreds of days in this world, and all kinds of wastes are waiting to be revitalized.

On top of thousands of miles of wilderness, many innocent souls have been added.

Looking back at the people below who were looking forward to it and wailing, Liu Qingfeng took a breath.

"Walk!"

Finally, he made up his mind to return to Qinchuan with the last group of survivors.

At this time, on Zixia Peak.

In the early morning, the first ray of light entered the room from the window and shone on Lin Qingzhu's face.

After several months of deep sleep, she opened her eyes for the first time, sat up from the bed with difficulty, and looked through the window at the gray sky outside the mountains, where water was pouring in continuously.

There was a strong sense of loss in my heart, and my eyes were full of confusion.

"How long have I been asleep?"

The sight that greeted her eyes forced her to question herself, how long had she slept?

Is this still the world she is familiar with?

Pushing open the door, Lin Qingzhu dragged her frail body out of the room.

Looking up and down the Zixia Peak, it was deserted and lifeless.

Feeling uneasy in her heart, Lin Qingzhu hurriedly walked towards the main hall, but there was no one in the main hall.

"Master, Wan'er..."

Calling silently, Lin Qingzhu didn't know what happened. Why were Master and Wan'er not here? Where had they gone?

I feel extremely lost in my heart, and the uneasiness in my heart becomes stronger and stronger.

Just when she was confused, a surprising and unexpected voice came from behind.

"Sister..."

When Lin Qingzhu heard this familiar voice, she turned around suddenly. A fiery red figure quickly rushed towards her and jumped directly into her arms.

"Sister, you finally woke up..."

Looking at the senior sister who had regained consciousness, Zhao Waner, who had endured several months of loneliness, burst into tears for a moment, as if she had found someone to talk to about her grievances.

For hundreds of days on earth, disasters have continued at the foot of the mountain, and the days on the mountain have been equally torturous.

The master was out, the master's wife was in retreat, and the senior sister was sleeping. These past hundred days had a huge impact on Zhao Waner's soul.

She didn't know what to do or what she could do.

You can only practice every day and live like a year.

Gently touching the junior sister in his arms, Lin Qingzhu asked softly: "Wan'er, how long did I sleep this time?"

"Senior sister, you have been sleeping for a hundred days."

Zhao Waner pursed her lips and answered while wiping her tears.

"Hundred days?"

Little did he know that as soon as she said these words, Lin Qingzhu suddenly trembled in her heart and frowned.

She had no idea that she had slept for so long this time.

It seems that what the master said at the beginning was right. The third sword of the grass-character sword is indeed very costly and should not be used lightly unless it is absolutely necessary.

But this time, she was a blessing in disguise. Because of her deep sleep, her understanding of swordsmanship reached a higher level, and her strength improved by leaps and bounds.

Have some experience.

but……

Looking up at the hole in the sky, Lin Qingzhu felt an uneasy feeling in her heart, and then asked: "Wan'er, what happened during the few months I was asleep?"

"Also, what is going on with that hole in the sky?"

"Where has Master gone?"

A series of questions troubled Lin Qingzhu.

Zhao Waner helped her sit on the steps in front of Qianqing Hall, looked at the scenes on the horizon, and explained to her one by one.

Tell her a series of things that happened after she fell asleep.

When Lin Qingzhu learned that after he fell asleep, the altar collapsed, a hole opened in the sky and the earth, and the water from heaven poured into the human world, his face turned pale.

She could imagine that the world today must be a mess, with countless casualties.

I also learned that tens of thousands of disciples of Butian Sect came down the mountain to help the world, but were brutally attacked by strange attacks and fought hard. I couldn't help but clenched my fists.

"hateful!"

Some time ago, most of the Butian Sect disciples have returned to Qinchuan.

But most of the disciples were stained with glory.

Not surprisingly, their injuries were all caused by strange attacks.

Because of this incident, Meng Tianzheng was furious. Focusing on the source of the strangeness, he held another meeting of the Seven Meridians to discuss how to deal with this disgusting thing.

Following Zhao Waner's explanation, Lin Qingzhu slowly understood everything that happened during the hundred days she slept.

I also felt melancholy inside, as if I had missed a lot.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Waner said again: "Sister, Master went down the mountain a few months ago. He didn't say where he was going. He just said there was something he needed to do."

"There has been no news since he left, and my disciples of Butian Sect outside have not seen any trace of him."

"Master's wife is currently in seclusion in Zixia Cave. Several months have passed, and there is no sign of leaving the seclusion."

Having said this, Zhao Waner felt a little depressed and worried about her master's safety. She wanted to go down the mountain to find her master countless times, but the sleeping senior sister needed her care and could not get away.

After listening to Zhao Waner's explanation, Lin Qingzhu felt worried and was silent for a long time.

"Master, your strength is unfathomable. It's rare to find an opponent in this world. I don't think there will be any surprises."

He murmured in his mouth and continued: "Now that the world is suffering from this disaster, I, a Taoist cultivator, have always taken it as my duty to save the common people, and we must not ignore it."

At this point, Lin Qingzhu's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He briefly recovered and then said: "Wan'er, wait on the mountain. Don't run around. I'll go to Yuqing Palace."

After saying that, she also left.
Chapter completed!