Records of Beating Workers Forced to Save the World

"It's only been a few months..."

The monks of the Fu Mo Sect stood at the gate of Lang City. Compared with a few months ago, Lang City is now lifeless.

Under the ruined walls, there are debris scattered when the people fled, and the signboards of the teahouses beside the main street are crumbling in the wind and sand.

The yin here is too heavy, so heavy that it seems that the sun can't penetrate it, everything is dim, and countless resentful souls are fighting in the street. The more so, the thicker the yin.

Qingxi frowned slightly, the yin energy here was so concentrated that it was even difficult to breathe, if ordinary people strayed into it, they would feel powerless all around, and at worst...may lose their lives.

The scene was so tragic that even a well-informed monk could hardly bear such a visual impact for a while.

There are a total of 300 people in this team assigned to Lang City, of which [-] are monks from the Fumo Sect, nearly [-] female cultivators from the Wanxiang Sect, and Agu who was sent by the Wanyan Sect to make up the numbers, as well as some who are not even considered human heads because they cannot see. Xue Wen.

This team made up of various sects was led by Zhang Ying of the Wanxiang Sect, and the other monks going to Hezhou were led by Zhou Jingzhi.

"Which life will this be saved..." A female cultivator of Wanxiang Sect couldn't help but sigh with emotion as she looked at the city full of unjust souls.

Not counting the soldiers who died outside Lang City, there were close to 40 people who died inside the city alone, and there were only [-] monks in total. It may take half a year to save the soul.

"I don't know, but it's probably difficult in this life." Said the fellow next to the female cultivator.

Xu Guangbai nodded in agreement behind the two, fearing that it would be difficult to get out of the city in this life.

"Quiet," Zhang Ying unfolded the list in his hand, "Now start grouping."

"Zhang Fangli, Liu Qing, Wang Yu, Chen Shi, Zheng Kuan, the area outside the city..."

……

"Xu Guangbai, Agu, Ji Mingzhao, Qingxi, Yanqing, the three regions of the East City..."

When Yan Qing heard his name being called, he immediately looked in the direction of Xu Guangbai and Qingxi, and greeted them happily: "Senior Sister, Junior Brother, we finally meet again after Farewell to the Secret Realm."

"Hello, brother." Xu Guangbai saluted Yan Qing like a conditioned reflex.

"Brother Yan."

Qingxi greeted Yan Qing briefly, and introduced Ji Mingzhao to him by the way, "This is Master's new junior sister, Ji Mingzhao."

"Junior Sister Ji." Yan Qing saluted Ji Mingzhao.

"Hello, senior brother." Ji Mingzhao hurriedly replied.

"I heard that the master has accepted a new high-level apprentice. When I saw him today, he is really extraordinary. At first glance, he has outstanding talent."

"Where are you, rough people from the mountains," Ji Mingzhao hurriedly replied, and the social part that she hated the most came again, "It's just a coincidence."

"Where, my junior sister has a celestial appearance, and I think I will be able to climb the fairy gate in a few days."

"Senior Brother Miao Zan, Senior Brother Miu Zan, my aptitude is mediocre, but my senior brother is talented. At first glance, I can see that my aptitude is extraordinary. With my senior brother's qualifications, I think it will take another hundred years to reach the immortal gate."

"Borrow auspicious words from junior sister." Yan Qing cupped his hands at Ji Mingzhao very boldly.

Ji Mingzhao resisted the twitching pain in his cheeks: "What junior sister tells the truth."

Xu Guangbai held the map sent by Zhang Ying in his hand. He turned the map over and transferred it to find the three regions of the West City, but he couldn't find the direction by looking left and right, so he had to hand the map to Qingxi: "... I don't understand .”

Qingxi took the map: "Junior brother, have you seen this word, the word should face up."

Xu Guangbai turned his head away from looking at Qingxi. Qingxi knew that his younger brother was not very literate, so he was very considerate of Xu Guangbai, so he didn't say anything more. He just took a map and led a group of monks towards the east city.

As a large city with a capacity of 40 people, Lang City's land area should not be underestimated. Even if a monk could fly with a sword, it would take him three incense sticks to reach the three regions of the East City.

Even if Lang City is divided into sixty points inside and outside, it is still five miles square.

The city was full of resentful souls wandering around, and these ghosts soon discovered that there was a breath of living people in the city, and began to gather towards the monks. Qingxi quickly set up his own table, and by the way set it up for Xu Guangbai, and also set up Ji Mingzhaohe Agu dragged behind him.

"Hide away."

Ji Mingzhao knows that Qingxi's character is like this, she is extremely responsible, like an old hen protecting her cubs, wishing to protect the whole world behind her, she also knows that her abilities are limited, If you can make trouble outside, it's better to hide behind her obediently, free Qingxi and Xu Guangbai's hands, and give them a space to play freely.

Agu twisted behind Qingxi very dissatisfied, his eyes fixed on the gradually gathering resentful souls.

She is too young, and she has only gained strength but not much IQ over the years. She doesn't know why she came to Lang City, and she doesn't know what they are doing here now, she only knows that this place is very dangerous.

"father……"

A hand was gently placed on Agu's head, Agu felt the temperature in his palm, and his frown relaxed.

Xu Guangbai drew a talisman with one hand, and took time to look back at Agu: "Do you know what supersession is?"

The monkey scholar on Agu's shoulder quickly grabbed Agu's ear and whispered something to Agu.

Judging from Agu's expression, Agu probably doesn't know what supersession is, but this kid has a good face, especially because he doesn't want to lose face in front of Xu Guangbai, so Agu nodded.

It wasn't the first time Xu Guangbai knew this little bastard, so he naturally knew what she was thinking: "Go and bring back the ghosts around here, remember, they are half dead."

"Junior Brother Xu, she's still young."

"It's okay, she's strong, she won't die even if I die," Xu Guangbai didn't care at all, "Go quickly."

Standing in front of the restraint, Yan Qing stabbed the chest of a resentful soul with his sword. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a figure leaping out beside him. The figure was so fast that Yan Qing couldn't even react .

Agu rushed towards the resentful soul not far away like a cannonball, and slapped the resentful soul on the chest with his palm.

"What kind of cultivation is this child?" Qingxi originally thought that Old Ghost Sun was messing around, but from this point of view, this child's cultivation is even higher than hers.

"Magic baby."

"How old is she?" Qingxi's eyes widened uncommonly. He thought that Xu Guangbai was a rare person in a thousand years. From this point of view, this child's aptitude should be higher than Xu Guangbai's.

"Seven years old, or eight years old." Xu Guangbai really never asked how old Agu was, but I'm afraid Agu himself didn't know how old he was.

"Wizard." Qingxi said with emotion.

The resentful souls here are not too strong, but the number is very spectacular, but I don't know if there will be changes over time.

"Senior sister, should you rest?"

An hour later, Yan Qing came to the front of the restraint out of breath, and an hour later, he was exhausted.

"Then let's rest for a while."

small theater:
Qingxi (looking at Agu): Little girl, I think you are a genius, if you don't come back to the sect with me, my master will definitely teach you well.

Song Weng:? ? ?Is it too much for you to dig a corner?

Qing Xi (ignoring it at all): Little girl, we eat chicken drumsticks here, and we give a monthly allowance, and there are holidays at the end of the year, the sooner you come, the more discounts you get.

Song Weng: ...? ? ?No, do you think I'm dead? ? ? ?