I will survive with proficiency

Chen Ping walked out of the ruins of the mansion, only to find that the outside was already in a state of disrepair, and the original pleasant environment with spring flowers in full bloom was gone.

There are messy scenes everywhere.

As soon as Chen Ping walked out of the yard, he saw a monk who had died violently on the road. When he walked further, he saw a magic sword that fell on the ground, and he didn't know who it was.

He thought for a while and put away the dharma sword.

After walking a certain distance, I picked up another money bag, and then another magic weapon...

Before the danger comes, not everyone can deal with it calmly like Chen Ping.

Fleeing for one's life in a panic is inevitable.

As for the dropped property, did the monk drop it during his escape? Or did they drop after they died suddenly and their corpses were reduced to dust? Chen Ping did not know.

Going forward, the picture is already horrible.

There are monks who died violently everywhere, and some even have severed limbs. Fallen trees and houses can be seen everywhere. The living monks were crying loudly.

Nascent Soul or higher cultivator's stellar qi is like a sword, with the piercing sword qi flying around, how many qi-training monks can survive by luck?

Chen Ping took off with his sword and saw the situation in the middle city and the outer city was even more horrible, with dead bodies everywhere.

Right.

As far as his cultivation base and defensive power are concerned, he can only barely withstand the powerful aura that sweeps away everything. Not to mention those monks in the Qi training period.

Mortals have no way out.

The entire Cloud City was almost razed to the ground.

"The Cloud City is gone."

Chen Ping felt very sorry.

He looked around, and saw Yun Haitang with a lonely face in the direction of Yunfu.

So Yujian flew over.

"Friend Daoist Yun, how is the Yun Mansion?" Chen Ping glanced around the Yun Mansion that had also collapsed.

Yun Haitang turned her head slowly, but just by turning her head, her body swayed and she almost fell down.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Chen Ping held her waist with one hand:

"Friend Daoist Yun, are you alright?"

After she stood still, Chen Ping quickly withdrew his big hand from her slender waist, feeling a little embarrassed.

But Yun Haitang didn't seem to know about it, she looked at Xiayun Mansion, and then at Zhongwai City.

He suddenly buried his head on Chen Ping's shoulder, sobbing silently, his body heaving.

Chen Ping froze all of a sudden.

Caught off guard by Yun Haitang's move.

In Chen Ping's impression, Yun Haitang has always been that cold-faced, unsmiling, calm and calm in dealing with things.

Even on the day when the news of Yun Wenting's death came back, she was not seen crying.

I have never seen such a weak side of her.

Chen Ping didn't know how to comfort her.

Families that had been in existence for hundreds of years were destroyed, and Xiuxian City, which had been in operation for hundreds of years, was gone.

How can it not hurt?

Chen Ping felt the same way, and stretched out his hand to hug her who was weak at the moment, but he paused with one hand hanging in the air, and finally just patted her on the back lightly.

After a while, Yun Haitang seemed to have recovered and let go of Chen Ping. Realizing her gaffe just now, she couldn't help but blushed slightly and apologized.

...

"Friend Daoist Yun, do you still need to maintain order?" Ji Yan also rushed over at this time. His face was pale, as if he had been seriously injured, and he kept coughing lightly.

Ji Yan looked at Yun Haitang... Yun Haitang seemed to have suffered some internal injuries, and his face looked a little gloomy.

It seems that even the foundation was injured... Ji Yan sighed with emotion, and at the same time felt a sense of relief.

Looking at Chen Ping again, he couldn't help being taken aback.

Um? Seems to be unscathed.

However, he immediately returned to normal, recalling Chen Ping's defensive power during the Demon Slaying Battle, it was definitely not weak, it was indeed normal.

"There is no need to patrol, and Yunzhong City is gone. Although the ancestor of Moxiu is only a wisp of Yuanshen, it seems that the lowest cultivation level is the late Yuanying stage, and the last choice is the self-destructing Yuanshen to burn the fog formation. Extraordinary. Among the casual cultivators in Yunzhong City, one out of ten is lucky. Ordinary people are afraid that the entire city will be destroyed, and I don’t know if anyone will be spared.” Yun Haitang’s eyes were moist.

He turned his head and glanced at the disciples of the Yun family who were taking care of the scene:

"The Yun family has hundreds of people, and only these fifty people are left."

The family of hundreds of years was completely gone in her hands.

Of course, the lucky thing is that she happens to be at the house. With her protection, and she understands formations, and there are formations in the house to protect each other, these fifty people survived.

Otherwise, I am afraid that the casualties will be more serious.

"..."

At this moment, two golden lights suddenly fell on the outer city of Yunzhong City, and a moment later, a group of nine-story foundation-building monks also came with their swords and landed on Yunzhong City.

All looked dignified.

The two golden lights are the two golden core monks.

One is the head of the Lingxiao Sect.

The other person was dark and short, and he was the elder of Jindan from another sect who came to participate in the Foundation Establishment Conference.

They watched around the big tree that was still burning, each without saying a word.

"Yun Haitang, what's going on? The magic cultivator used this tree as a medium to occupy Yunzhong City for many years. You managed Yunzhong City, but you didn't know it?" asked angrily.

Yun Haitang remained silent.

"Don't blame Yun Xiaoyou." The headmaster turned pale and shook his head: "This old demon cultivator knows who it is, his methods are unpredictable, and he has the strength of the golden core, and he wants to hide, let alone build a foundation As far as cultivation is concerned, even if the old man comes, he may not be able to stand up to him."

"Hmph." The foundation-building ninth-floor monk snorted coldly.

"..."

While communicating here, Ji Yan seemed to have met an acquaintance on the other side, and was talking softly with a monk.

After a while, the group flew away again.

"How's the situation?" Chen Ping hurriedly asked after the head and his party had left. It was related to his living environment.

Had to hurry.

Ji Yan shook his head:

"It's not optimistic. Before they came to Cloud City, they went to Chishi City, which is no better than Cloud City. And Lingxiaozong, as the center of the magic fog formation, caused huge damage and countless casualties. Lingxiaozong, I am afraid to support I can't go down."

Chen Ping was shocked.

If several Xiuxian cities and Lingxiaozong are like Yunzhongcheng, then Lingxiaozong will really not be able to sustain it.

It hurts the root completely.

What's even more frightening is that, judging from the previous conversation between the old man Moxiu and the phantom figure, I am afraid that Moxiu has a big conspiracy.

I'm afraid the next days will be difficult.

Maybe it's time to leave.

"I'm afraid it won't be so easy for me to leave." Ji Yan said bitterly as if he had seen through what Chen Ping was thinking.

Chen Ping was startled:

"What does this mean?"

"Hey, that fellow daoist just now only knew some superficial information. He said that it was not easy for the magic cultivator's fog formation. But he didn't know more information. Wait and see, I'll see if I can find out more More information." Ji Yan's bloodless face was extremely ugly.

Chen Ping's mouth twitched.

Recalling the words of the gray-robed demon cultivator, it was obvious that the demon cultivator wanted to turn the entire Qingyun domain into a demon cave.

Moreover, the demon cultivator has been lurking in Yunzhong City for so many years, and it seems that he has already made various preparations, waiting for an opportunity to build a large number of foundations.

Now, here comes the wait.

Although I don't know why, but since these foundation establishments are needed, it may not be so easy for these foundation establishments to escape.

Returning from the outer city to the inner city, Chen Ping deliberately walked across the street without using his sword.

I have seen what purgatory on earth is.

He has a strong sense of substitution, and he has already imagined that if he does not successfully build the foundation, he may not escape today.

Fortunately, the foundation has already been established.

In this world, it is too difficult to cultivate an immortal.

Um?

So many magic swords?

Chen Ping's eyes lit up, and he picked up some at random. These Qi-training artifacts used to be precious items, but now they are scattered on the streets and no one picks them up.

Became nothing.

After picking it up for a while, he put the magic weapon and money bag into his bag. Although it was a lot of money, Chen Ping was not happy either.

Every masterless sword here means the loss of a casual cultivator's life.

He didn't stay any longer, and quickly returned to the inner city.

In fact, now there is no distinction between the inner city and the outer city. After the moat of the inner city disappeared, the inner city was no longer surrounded by clouds and fog.

Standing in the middle of the city, you can see it at a glance.

The inner city is no longer like spring all the year round.

Feeling the slump of autumn just like the outside.