Overawing The Three Realms

Jian Dong's expression changed as he reached out to help the young girl up, "Miss, Xiao Bao? "Who is it?"

The girl's big eyes became misty and her voice became choked with sobs, "It's the people from the Sword School! He saved us and then recklessly went back to save people without coming back at the same time as you! Young Clan Master, I beg you, you must save him, he is a good person! "

Jian Dong nodded his head, he had already guessed the gist of it. The person the girl had described must be Wang Xiaobao, it was rare for this brat to be able to catch a girl's heart!

The place where he had lived for more than ten years, in a short night, had become a living hell. Thinking of this, Jian Dong's hatred towards Cheng Hao grew even deeper! However, he had to endure it. The current him was not Cheng Hao's opponent no matter what, and the only thing he could do was to endure it again and again and break through his Life-Death Tribulation before he could fight him!

Jian Dong flipped his hands, and the three calamities jumped to the top of his head with a "whoosh". Following the blade's movements, lines of red ripples twisted in space, and not long later, he formed a hand seal. His mind energy surged out from his body in all directions, converging together and forming a huge net, enveloping the entire sky above Jianjingcheng.

"I hope the barrier taught by Master is good enough!" Jian Dong waved his right hand, and the three disasters landed on his palm. Setting up the enchantment was to prevent the corpse Qi from spreading in all directions, and to effectively control the range of the corpse!

After doing all of this, Jian Dong immediately turned into a ray of red light and entered the center of the city!

"Roar! Roar! Roar!" A few desiccated corpses slowly walked out from the alleyway. Their heads were tilted and their eyes were blank as they aimlessly wandered around the streets, bringing along some cloth strips with them.

"Swish", a red light suddenly appeared, and the force of the spatial vibration directly flipped over the few dried corpses. Jian Dong released his mental energy from this place to quickly envelop them.

After a while, Jian Dong shook his head and disappeared from where he was standing. The corpse got up from the ground and slowly swam forward.

In the southeastern corner of the Jianjingcheng, there was a large courtyard. This used to be a tomb, and after the Sword School was established, Jian Kun arranged for the tomb to be located in the back mountain. After all, the tomb was an extremely dark place, and according to feng shui, it had affected the daily life of the Jianjingcheng.

After the change, the yard had been abandoned. There were old farmers growing vegetables here, but unfortunately, they only sprouted and didn't bear fruit. The fruit tree was the same, and they could also live well without bearing fruit!

The Yin Qi was too strong, there were yellow talismans pasted around the courtyard, they were all created by Jian Kun for Victorious Return to imprint enchantments!

At this moment, a figure sat cross-legged in the middle of the courtyard. His face was covered in blood and he held a spear in his hands. His clothes were tattered, and he looked exhausted. He was so tired that he couldn't even open his eyes. All he wanted to do was sleep for a while.

"Pa!"

A soft sound made Xiao Bao shiver, his eyes slightly opened up a crack, looking at a place not far away.

The yard was surrounded by fences and the door was made of thin wood. It was so fragile that it could not withstand the wind!

Wang Xiaobao licked his dry lips, the veins on his right arm immediately popped out, he forced himself to stand up, his entire body was sore, he could not use any strength, his stomach was already empty, only leaving with a frame.

"Crack, crack." The door swung back and forth due to the strong wind. The surroundings were completely silent.

As the sky slowly brightened, the visibility also increased by quite a bit. Wang Xiaobao held onto his long spear and slowly staggered a few steps forward.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

This strange cry directly woke him up. Xiao Bao lifted his spear fiercely, retreated a few steps, and stared fixedly at the door!

They stepped into the courtyard, and started to flow in all directions. In the blink of an eye, the quiet courtyard had actually become the resting place for the corpses, and other than the three meters around Wang Xiaobao, the rest of the area was filled with corpses.

understood very clearly that with his current strength, it was basically impossible for him to escape with his life. His eyes glanced at the corpses of all shapes and sizes, and he felt a wave of fear in the bottom of his heart. He let out a sad smile, as he would have never dreamed that he would die in this kind of environment.

Looking at the spear in his hand, he gently caressed it. To be honest, he missed the time at the Sword School. Many of his brothers were shouting together, practicing together, patrolling together, and drinking together.

Even if he couldn't remember who his parents were, or what they looked like, or even if he didn't have distant relatives, he had a bunch of brothers, and he was always happy!

Now that the Jianjingcheng had met with such a calamity and the sword sect was at the forefront of this storm, she had done her best, and slowly turned from a coward into the current him!

Xiao Bao laughed, a smile that came from the bottom of his heart, a happy smile.

He gripped the spear with both hands and pressed the tip of the spear against his neck. He slowly closed his eyes as tears continued to flow down his face.

He did not want to die under the grasp of these corpses. He did not want to become the next cold-blooded, dried corpse. He only wanted to leave this world in peace, full of passion and justice.

Although he was unwilling, he at least left in a decent manner! He had to support the heavens and support the earth!

"I should be able to go to heaven, right?"

"Father, Mother, if I go to heaven, will I be able to see the both of you?"

"Clan Master, Young Clan Master, I'm sorry, I can no longer support you!" Great Sword Sect's Hong Futian! "

"Brothers, if there is an afterlife, let's continue our fates and continue drinking wine and eating meat!"

He gripped the spear tightly with his right hand, and traces of blood dripped down the spear tip. The next moment, it would pierce through his neck and he would finally be free.