I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 283 Return to Song Dynasty
Li Qingyun stood on the top of the cliff of Buzhou Mountain, looking out over the vast wilderness and silence.

The setting sun was as red as blood, as if painting the world with a final touch of tragedy, making people think of the earth-shaking bloody battle that had taken place before.

The tattered battle flags in the valley were still fluttering in the wind, as if telling of the fighting and shouting that had taken place not long ago.

The bloody afterglow fell on the collapsed ruins of the sacred mountain. The remains of the Buzhou sacred mountain had revived in Li Qingyun's body, faintly emitting an ancient and manic power.

He could feel it interacting with his own blood, and his heart was beating like a war drum, shaking his soul.

The wind blew dust and sand towards us, and the dim world was bleak.

He closed his eyes slightly, and the shouts of fighting on the ancient land seemed to still echo in his ears.

Once upon a time, the sounds of fierce battles between humans and demons shook the universe; giant beasts roared, the earth cracked, and all things seemed to be caught in a vortex of destruction.

At this moment, only ruins and scorched earth remain, just like the desolate hero after having experienced hundreds of battles.

As memories surged, the gray mist in Li Qingyun's body churned again, like an ancient evil spirit whispering deep in his flesh and blood.

The whisper was like an evil curse, attacking his consciousness wave after wave, causing him to suffer a splitting headache.

But what was even more intense was the golden glow that was ignited on his chest by the remnants of the Buzhou Divine Mountain.

This light was like a golden crow at dawn, forcefully repelling the encroachment of the dark evil power.

Li Qingyun suddenly opened his eyes, his expression showing determination.

In his mind, he recalled the Second Emperor, Hanba and the leaders of various tribes. They were busy working for a new order for the human race and no longer needed him to stay in the wilderness.

Thinking of this, he stroked his chest gently, and felt a burning force surging under his skin, as if it could burn away all the haze.

Suddenly, a transparent crack appeared in the air, like a knife cutting through the curtain of the sky.

As the light flickered, a galaxy-like phantom faintly emerged from the depths of the crack. Li Qingyun squinted his eyes and vaguely saw the outline of another world.

That was the Song Dynasty with its numerous city walls and towers - in the twilight, the lights had already illuminated the familiar world of smoke and dust.

Two worlds overlapped before his eyes: on one side was the vastness of the ancient wilderness, as if the lingering echoes of the ancient torrents still lingered; on the other side was the prosperity of the Song Dynasty, with the flow of people in the streets under the lights of thousands of homes, like a dream.

At this moment, this dreamlike interweaving fits together strangely, making people feel as if they are in a bizarre painting.

Li Qingyun took a deep breath, walked forward slowly, and reached his palm towards the crack, as if he could touch the mysterious barrier between heaven and earth.

He said softly:

"Is this... the direction home?"

Although the voice was low, it carried an inexplicable sense of expectation and sadness.

In my memory, that world included close friends such as Mu Guiying and Wang Xuanfu, as well as the prosperity of the Song Dynasty.

On the cliff, dust and sand were still being blown up by the strong wind, but it could no longer shake Li Qingyun's firm posture as he stood on the broken rocks.

He no longer hesitated and stepped into the transparent crack.

The light and shadows were distorted in an instant, the sunlight seemed to fall silent in an instant, and the dust in the sky turned into silent smoke.

He felt his body sinking as if falling into a whirlpool, and he felt the world folding and gray ripples rolling in.

In the depths of the grey ripples, hundreds of phantoms appeared and disappeared, some glared angrily, some wept silently, they all seemed to be the ancestors of the human race or the evil spirits that had been slain.

They took turns surging in the grey fog, approaching Li Qingyun like ghosts, whispering ancient and obscure words in his ears, so cold and chilling that they seemed to shake his mind to the roots.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar burst out from Li Qingyun's chest.

He recalled how he had fought in the ancient world, with the four golden tablets, the mysterious martial arts... the golden thunder and fire that was surging in his blood suddenly surged up, like a vast thundercloud shattering the cage of darkness.

With a loud bang, the surrounding gloomy scene began to fall apart and fade into broken shadows.

The mortal scenes of the Song Dynasty gradually emerged from the cracks, with lights and gun smoke interweaving in the dark night. A warm breath of humanity blew over, but was made complicated and unfamiliar by the smell of blood and gunpowder.

Li Qingyun stepped down and found himself standing firmly in front of a broken stone bridge. The crack behind him closed quickly without leaving any trace.

He looked around. The city walls were mottled and the river water was turbid, as if they had been through the baptism of war, but no one had repaired them and they were in ruins.

The night wind blew across my nose, carrying with it a heavy smell of decay.

Faint cries came from afar, echoing with the strange howls, making people tremble in their hearts, as if they were on the edge of the battlefield again.

Li Qingyun whispered softly:
"I am back."

There was both fatigue and relief in his tone. After all, this was the Song Dynasty that he had once defended with blood. Although it was bleak, he could still feel a little warmth from the world.

In the night sky, the stars are sparse and the cloud shadows are dark.

Li Qingyun clenched his fists, feeling the restlessness of the remnants of the Buzhou Divine Mountain in his body and the unpredictable dark power.

He knew that the road ahead was still dangerous and unpredictable - the shadow of the ancient times had not yet dissipated, and the Song Dynasty was also shrouded in a new crisis.

But he has taken this step, and no matter how dark it is, it will be unveiled again in this world.

“Although this place is dilapidated, it is still my homeland after all.”

He took a deep breath and looked towards the city in the distance, his eyes gradually filled with fighting spirit and determination.

The night was dark and cold wind blew in my face. It seemed as if an evil spirit was whispering in the dark, making people feel an indescribable chill.

Li Qingyun held his breath and continued to move forward. Looking down from the stone bridge, he saw several broken bamboo rafts floating on the turbid river and vague floating corpses could be seen among the waves.

The corpse hit the bridge foundation with the flow of water, making a slight slapping sound that made people feel cold.

He gripped the long knife tightly and walked lightly across the dilapidated bridge.

The night wind carried the smell of blood, dampness and decay, making Li Qingyun feel more depressed.

Suddenly, a faint firelight flashed on the river bank, illuminating two ragged beggars, huddled under a broken mat and shivering.

When the two saw Li Qingyun's figure, their eyes were full of fear and pleading, but they did not dare to approach.

When Li Qingyun saw this, he felt as if his heart was pierced by needles.

I remember that when I left, Bianliang City was prosperous and stable. Although there were hidden dangers of evil spirits, I had never seen such a tragic scene.

Now that the three realms are broken, could it be that the disaster from gods and demons has already swept this place?
He stared at the beggar in silence for a moment, then walked down the bridge. In front of him was a low, dilapidated residential building with charred tile roofs that looked like they had been torn apart by giant claws, leaving only broken walls.

There was a sickening burnt smell in the air, and there seemed to be lingering smoke rising into the night.

Around the post station, under the dim lights, there were scattered merchants and ragged disaster victims, whispering to each other, their words full of fear and despair.

"I heard that another city in the southeast was captured, and those bone demons are eating people without blinking an eye..."

"Alas, I don't know which Taoist priest is in control of the imperial court now, and the officers and soldiers are becoming less vigilant. It's really worrying."

"Keep your voice down! The City God Temple is now occupied by people from the Yuxu Palace. Who knows where their spies are?"

Li Qingyun listened to every word of these words, feeling shocked and confused.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of several strangers in Taoist robes walking through the alley, holding whisks in their hands, with stern faces and extremely arrogant attitudes.

They were seen yelling at and whipping the refugees who had no way to survive, just like they were driving animals.

A child in tattered clothes fell to the ground due to exhaustion, crying and begging, but was whipped on the head, leaving his skin torn and his cries were shrill and sharp.

A cold light flashed in Li Qingyun's eyes, and the knife in his hand trembled slightly.

He was about to explode with anger, but when he was about to take action, the Taoist priest suddenly raised his head as if he smelled danger and searched around in the night.

Li Qingyun's heart sank, and he thought to himself:

"This Taoist's cultivation is not very high, but he is very sensitive to murderous intent. He may have a rare treasure to protect him. If I show up at this time, I'm afraid I will alert the enemy."

He forced himself to suppress his anger and slowly retreated into the shadows.

The Taoist priest whispered a few words with his companions, then left with the refugees and walked deep into the city.

Li Qingyun stood there, watching his figure disappear, his heart felt cold.

The Song Dynasty was once the birthplace of the Central Plains. When did it become so chaotic?
Thinking of the two emperors Yan and Huang in the ancient times, who fought to the death to protect the human race, which was in sharp contrast to the Taoists here oppressing the people, Li Qingyun felt extremely sad and angry.

Just as he was sighing with emotion, a strange chill rose from behind him, like ice claws climbing up the back of his neck.

Looking up at the night sky, I saw black fog rolling, as if there were evil spirits lurking in it.

Suddenly, a strange wolf-shaped shadow pounced down from the roof. It looked like a wolf, but was covered with white bone spikes, and dark red saliva dripped from its mouth and nose, looking eerie and terrifying.

It seemed to smell blood and rushed deep into the street.

"Ouch——"

The shrill howls echoed in the night.

Several people who were nearby were frightened out of their wits by the sudden appearance of the monster and fled in all directions, but there were still some unlucky people who were knocked down by the monster and their screams stopped abruptly.

It was like a bloody mouth swallowing up the hope of living beings in an instant.

The smell of blood immediately filled the alley, and many people prostrated themselves on the ground in fear, their faces pale.

Li Qingyun's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He drew his sword without hesitation and leaped forward, using the gravel for leverage. He swept through the night like a gust of wind and went straight for the back of the neck of the wolf-shaped bone-spur monster.

The knife light cut through the darkness, flashing a cold light that chilled people to the bone.

"when--"

The monster sensed the murderous intent behind him and paused suddenly, but was still hit on the skull by Li Qingyun's knife.

Then there was a "crack" sound, bones broke and blood splattered. The monster didn't even have time to wail before its body fell straight to the ground, twitching and turning into a pool of scarlet flesh and blood.

The night was deep, and the lingering smell of blood among the broken tiles and ruins had not yet dissipated.

A few faint lights flickered in the dilapidated house, casting a pale yellow cast on people's faces.

Not until this time did the few civilians hiding in the dilapidated house dare to stick their heads out and look timidly at the young man at the entrance of the alley with a golden blade.

I saw that his long sword was already in its sheath, his back was as straight as a pine tree, and although there was no fluctuation in his expression, there seemed to be a calming majesty in him.

"Thank you... benefactor!"

A woman was sobbing and trembling, and she was about to kneel down and thank him, but she was afraid and did not dare to come closer.

Li Qingyun shook his head slightly, signaling them to find a place to hide quickly.

Although everyone was grateful, they still didn't dare to say much and could only retreat tremblingly into the shadows.

The corpse of the bone-spur monster on the ground was still twitching, and dark blood spurted out from the cracks, leaving a trail of blood along the street.

There was a strange stench in the liquid, like the filth of resentful beasts from deep within the spiritual world, and it carried with it ominous energy fluctuations.

Li Qingyun stared for a moment, frowned and said to himself:

"As expected, the gods and demons have descended, and the situation is getting worse... The crisis of the Song Dynasty is no longer trivial."

If such a monster with strength close to the peak of the sixth realm can run rampant in the city, it means that the passage between the spiritual world and the human world has long been opened.

His heart felt heavy, and he sighed softly, then walked deeper into the alley.

Along the way, the cold and narrow alleys looked like underground underworld.

There was charred rubble mixed in with the dust, and in some places there were still traces of being burned by demonic fire or divine thunder, indicating that there had been a fierce battle here.

With every step Li Qingyun took, he felt the air filled with an evil aura that was a blend of the human world, gods, and demons, which made people shudder.

When he walked near a collapsed city tower, he saw a faint flash of lantern light suddenly appear among the pile of broken blue bricks.

The light illuminated the face of the person who came. He had two snow-white sword-like eyebrows and a sharp gaze with a hint of anxiety. Wasn't he the white-browed hero Xu Liang, who was once famous in the martial arts world?

Li Qingyun paused, and the two of them looked at each other in the night.

Xu Liang was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed:
“Qing, Qingyun?!”

Li Qingyun was excited to see an old acquaintance, and hurriedly stepped forward and bowed:
"Brother Xu, how are you?"

Xu Liang couldn't hide his excitement, and rushed to Li Qingyun in a few steps:
"You...you really came back! All this time we thought...Alas!"

Before he could finish his words, he felt a sob in his throat.

Li Qingyun patted his shoulder and sighed:

"I'm fine, but how did Bianliang City end up like this?"

Xu Liang looked gloomy, as if he didn't know where to start. He gritted his teeth and said:
"There is no time to lose. Follow me to the side yard first."

The two of them did not delay any longer and quietly slipped into a dilapidated wooden door.

Behind the door were the remains of a temple, the walls of which had long been burned by war and half of the roof had collapsed.

Under the dim lights, there turned out to be a team of loyal soldiers from Kaifeng Prefecture hiding there. Their clothes were bloodstained and their faces were exhausted, but they were still doing their duty.

Seeing Li Qingyun appear, everyone was overjoyed, and a long-lost hope ignited in their eyes.

Xu Liang lowered his voice and said:
"Since the rift in the three realms opened, gods and demons have invaded the human world. The Taoist priests of Yuxu Palace originally came to help, but they used their magical powers to coerce the emperor to issue an order, ordering the Taoist sect to rule the world on behalf of heaven. Those who call themselves "immortal masters" levied heavy taxes on the people and ignored the court. In addition, the demons from the spiritual world were rampant and attacking the city. The Song Dynasty was already in turmoil due to internal and external troubles."

As he spoke, his words were filled with grief and anger, and his face was full of regret.

When Li Qingyun heard this, he felt as if flames of rage were burning in his heart.

It has only been a few months since I left, but I never thought that the Song Dynasty would have fallen to this point?
He was silent for a moment, and finally asked:

"Are Marshal Mu and Mr. Bao still safe?"

Xu Liang nodded solemnly:

"They are scattered across the states, secretly fighting with the immortals on the Tiangang List, struggling to keep the peace in their area. However, the court is controlled by the 'Immortal Master', the emperor is powerless, and the country is in tatters." Li Qingyun sighed and said:
"Okay. I'll meet up with them, reorganize the troops, and then fight these gods and demons."

His voice was calm, but it revealed a reassuring confidence and determination.

Xu Liang's eyes lit up:
"It's exactly what we were waiting for!"

Before he could finish his words, hurried footsteps were heard outside the temple, accompanied by shouts and searches.

Upon hearing the sound, everyone held their breath, drew their weapons, and hid in dark corners.

Li Qingyun crouched down at the crack of the door and looked out, only to see seven or eight Taoists flashing out in the night, all wearing purple robes, holding talismans and whisks in their hands, with ferocious expressions.

These people were a "Tianshiwei" patrol team. They glanced around coldly, as if searching for vagrants or people who disobeyed orders.

Xu Liang and his subordinates suddenly slowed down their breathing, fearing that they would be discovered.

Li Qingyun's mind raced as he sensed that the spiritual energy in this "Tianshiwei" was unusually strong, unlike that of an ordinary Taoist practitioner. There was also a faint murderous aura in him, as if he was born specifically for suppression or slaughter.

On the broken eaves, a rotten crow stared with bloodshot eyes and made low, hoarse cries at the moon, as if it was also disturbed by the blood in the night.

The patrol team stayed outside the door for a moment, and when they saw nothing unusual, they walked forward again, and the footsteps gradually faded away.

Everyone in the temple still did not dare to let their guard down, and it took a long time before they relaxed a little.

Li Qingyun turned around slowly, his expression stern, and whispered:

"Let's go."

Although the words were brief, they made Xu Liang and others suddenly feel excited.

Since this place has already become purgatory, they can only survive more tenaciously and fight back.

Li Qingyun was the first to push open the side door and lead the way into the desolate alley.

The night wind howled in the narrow alley, sweeping away some blood and dust, as if it also wanted to cover up the bitterness and suffering of the world.

But he was clear in his mind: even if there was deeper darkness and more terrifying gods and demons, he would never stand idly by.

Now that he has returned to the mortal world, he will do his best to bring light back to the Song Dynasty.

The dark night gradually closed in, covering the earth like an endless demonic shadow.

However, a faint golden glow still shone from the old scabbard.

As long as I draw my sword, I may be able to break through the endless darkness before my eyes and bring a glimmer of hope to the people of the world.

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The night was as dark as ink, shrouding the former city of Bianliang in endless darkness.

The remaining sunset glow is slowly fading from the broken walls and ruins, vaguely illuminating the outline of the once magnificent palace, but it cannot conceal its dilapidated and decadent state.

The once magnificent buildings and palaces are now nothing but scorched earth and broken bricks, as if they had been burned by the wrath of doomsday, leaving behind shocking traces.

Li Qingyun walked slowly, with his sword across his waist, his eyes unable to conceal the pain and resentment.

Underfoot was a broken bluestone pavement, with ashes and broken weapons scattered everywhere, and the night wind blew up clouds of dust.

He recalled the shocking war he had witnessed at the Honghuang Cliff several months ago, the collapse of Mount Buzhou, and the fission of the three realms.

However, he never expected that when he returned to the Song Dynasty, he would be greeted by another battlefield.

In the dim alleys, you can occasionally see scattered lights, like candles in the wind, which may go out at any time.

A cold night wind swept in, carrying with it the smell of rotting corpses and the lingering scent of blood.

Li Qingyun frowned slightly, feeling heavy-hearted.

At this moment, there was a sudden "creaking" sound from the dilapidated roof beams, and a black shadow was seen rolling, accompanied by a shrill scream like the cry of a ghost, which made people shudder.

At the end of the street, a group of people were fleeing in panic, looking back frequently, as if they were being chased by some terrifying creature.

Sure enough, the next moment, a monster shaped like a human but wearing black armor and emitting a foul stench jumped out from the shadows, its claws stomping on the ground made a muffled "puff" sound, and its hideous laugh was as piercing as a ghost's cry.

Li Qingyun's eyes suddenly tightened and he recognized that this thing was the mutated form of a Pluto cultivator.

He shook his head slightly and said coldly:

"Has the Song Dynasty become a paradise for demons?"

Before he finished speaking, several wolf- or tiger-like bloody shadows rushed into the crowd like mad beasts, roaring and biting.

Screams of tearing flesh and blood could be heard in the streets, and the flames were shaking violently in fear, as if the flames from the depths of hell were licking the world.

Seeing that the situation was critical, Li Qingyun's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He stepped on the broken brick with his toes and leaped out like an arrow.

The moment he drew his sword, golden blade light seemed to fall from the sky, illuminating the night sky.

The armored beast in the lead had no time to dodge before it was split into two by the chest.

The flesh and blood shattered with a "hissing" sound, and the black and red juice splashed onto the ground, actually corroding the stone slabs and making a "sizzling" sound, emitting a strange stench.

The other dark beasts saw their companion being killed. Although they showed fear, they were still driven by the secret power and rushed forward with howls.

Li Qingyun took a half step back and raised his sword again. A golden aura swept in all directions like a whirlwind. Sharp howls were heard incessantly. In an instant, several hideous monsters fell in a pool of blood, trembling and turning into soft, rotten corpses.

Such a thunderous move stunned the terrified people around.

A ragged strong man was speechless, and just knelt down and shouted:
"Thank you for saving my life..."

The remaining refugees also prostrated themselves with tears in their eyes.

Li Qingyun sheathed his knife and nodded slightly, signaling them to leave quickly.

At this moment, the city is full of hidden dangers. Although he is concerned about the safety of the people, he also knows that it is difficult to save everyone alone.

He pushed aside the night and continued walking among the ruins.

What he saw along the way made him feel even more depressed.

Some of the mansions were deserted long ago, with bricks and tiles in a mess; the armory on the street corner had been reduced to scorched earth, but one could still smell the residual smell of rust from being burned; large patches of dark red blood scabs formed next to the broken well, as if recording a brutal massacre.

The names "Yuxu Palace", "Taoist Master" and "Spiritual World Bone Demon" emerged in Li Qingyun's mind, and he was in a trance.

When he first set out on the journey to the wilderness, although the Song Dynasty had been coveted by evil spirits, it had never reached the point where demons were rampant.

Today, this once prosperous capital city has turned into a Shura field where even evil beasts from the underworld can roam openly.

The grief and anger in his heart were like a tide, almost roaring out, but he could only suppress it in his chest.

The four golden tablets seemed to vibrate slightly in his arms, as if they could sense the call of the human race's danger.

At this moment, hurried footsteps and metal collision sounds were heard from the street corner ahead, as if a large group of soldiers or monsters were coming.

Li Qingyun held his breath and quietly slipped into a side alley. His eyes passed through the cracks in the broken wall and he saw a patrol team in Taoist robes escorting more than a dozen civilians. Men, women, young and old were all tied up, their faces full of despair and fear.

These Taoists all had an arrogant look, with the whisks in their hands trembling slightly in the wind, and a purple halo appearing behind them, which showed that they had extraordinary cultivation skills.

“Are they from the Dao Sect?”

Li Qingyun's heart trembled, and he carefully identified the purple glow, thinking:

"It seems that this group of so-called 'Tianshi Guards' have already regarded the Royal City as their own possession."

Not long ago, he had seen several cases of Taoists oppressing the people in the city, but the scene before him was even more arrogant and brutal.

"Kneel down, don't disobey the Heavenly Master's order!"

The first Taoist priest shouted loudly, and his voice was particularly harsh in the cold night sky.

He waved his whisk, and a white light flashed, like a sharp sword chopping down, and it hit the back of a struggling young man with a "snap". Blood splattered immediately, and the man groaned in pain and fainted on the spot.

The remaining people were so frightened that they cried and begged for mercy and fell to their knees.

The Taoist looked around proudly, his sneer echoing in the night.

Seeing this, Li Qingyun's anger suddenly rose to his chest, and he could hardly hold back the urge to draw his sword and stop them.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the leader's nose twitched, as if he sensed the breath hidden in the dark, and suddenly turned around and shouted:

"Who are you, the villain, hiding here? Get out here!"

Then three followers stepped forward at the same time, the talismans in their sleeves flashing, and a domineering spiritual power surged in all directions. In an instant, dust flew everywhere, and broken tiles and rocks were blown back by the wind, like a whirlpool in a ghost den.

Li Qingyun's heart trembled, and he suddenly took a half step back, but he did not panic.

He had no idea of ​​the situation, nor could he confront the twelve sub-gods of Yuxu Palace head-on by himself. He immediately concentrated his mind and circulated a trace of the "Law of Nirvana" to blend his aura with the surrounding night.

The three followers had bloodthirsty and vicious eyes and searched everywhere but found nothing.

"Humph, they are probably just some rats. If they want to launch a sneak attack on the 'Tianshi Guards', they are simply courting death."

The leading Taoist snorted angrily, still feeling doubtful about not being able to find the hidden person, but he ultimately did not investigate further.

He ordered his men to continue escorting the prisoners and walked away on the broken stone slabs.

The night wind echoed with the people's cries, but no one stepped forward to stop them.

Li Qingyun stood silently in place, watching the Taoist patrol team disappear around the corner, his expression becoming increasingly grim.

"Yuxu Palace... is so rampant!"

His mind raced. The imperial power of the Song Dynasty seemed to be in name only and was being manipulated at will by these Taoists. The people were suffering terribly and no one cared.

He knew the situation was critical and he had to reunite with old acquaintances before figuring out a strategy for the overall situation.

If he were to force a fight alone, not only would it be difficult to rescue everyone, but it would also alert the enemy and cause the Taoist sect to tighten the blockade.

He quickly left the side alley and took a hidden path through the charred ruins.

Wherever we passed, there was still smoke from the rubble and an unpleasant burnt smell in the air, as if thousands of resentful souls were wailing in the dark.

The deeper the night gets, the gloomier the scene in the city becomes, emitting an indescribable eerie darkness everywhere, making people feel as if they are in a dead city shrouded in a curse of doom.

After passing through several dilapidated alleys, Li Qingyun arrived near the royal city.

I saw that the towering palace wall was already in a dilapidated state, and upon closer inspection, it was covered with cracks, as if it would collapse at any time.

Outside the city gate stood several huge stone pillars, engraved with Taoist runes all over, flashing a dim and cold light, shrouding the area around the palace in a mysterious formation.

Li Qingyun concentrated slightly, as if he could feel the terrifying restrictions contained in the formation. If an external force broke in forcibly, it would certainly alarm the entire Taoist sect.

"The imperial court has fallen to such a state..."

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a sharp horn sound and a deafening scream in the distance.

Smoke and dust billowed beneath the city wall, and flames shot up into the sky, as if there was a fierce battle between soldiers and Taoists.

Li Qingyun's heart skipped a beat and he quickly walked away.

Taking advantage of the night, he hid behind a section of ruined city wall and saw a chaotic battle going on under the wall: a group of soldiers armed with swords and guns fought to the death, while on the opposite side, several Taoists performed "Thunder and Fire Taoism". Bright white lightning exploded in the air, causing bricks to collapse and sparks to fly.

The soldiers screamed, blood splattered, the scene was extremely tragic.

"Never retreat! Defend—"

An old captain with gray hair and beard but still heroic roared at the top of his lungs, and charged forward with several of his personal soldiers.

However, the thunder and fire struck again, and the smoke and dust from the explosion caused them to be knocked to the ground with screams.

The old captain looked unwilling, but he was unable to resist this terrifying power and died on the spot.

Seeing their commander dead, the soldiers scattered and fell to the ground, unable to fight anymore.

Li Qingyun hid behind the remaining wall, clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.

He could easily rush out and kill everyone, but if he fought the Taoist sect head-on at the foot of the royal city at this moment, it would inevitably attract strong men to come out in full force, leading to an even greater killing spree.

Although it would be satisfying to avenge this army that has not yet formed a powerful force, it would likely lead to the loss of the opportunity to accumulate strength in the dark.

After much deliberation, he finally decided not to show up rashly.

Under the city wall, blood flowed into the mud, staining the broken tiles and bricks, and almost solidified into a crimson quagmire.

The night wind blew, carrying with it a strong stench of decay and blood, as if one was in the depths of hell.

Li Qingyun stood silently, looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground and the ruins swallowed by the dark night, his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

Taking another look at the pool of blood, he gently closed his eyes, the hilt of the knife in his hand trembling faintly.

"This matter must be planned carefully. We must first understand the situation and then gather people together to discuss the overall plan."

The Song Dynasty today is like a sea of ​​fire and purgatory. The imperial palace exists in name only, military power is scattered, and it is being trampled on wantonly by the Yuxu Palace and monsters from the spiritual world.

Li Qingyun sighed and suddenly felt a burning sensation in his eyes.

Even though he was already a "demigod", he still needed to be cautious if he wanted to fight against the entire spiritual world and Yuxu Palace on his own. Otherwise, one wrong step would lead to an abyss.

He slowly retreated back into the shadows, his steps resolute. Although he was in his hometown, he felt like he was walking on ruins. The alleys were dilapidated, with broken walls and scorched earth everywhere; even more disturbing was the black fog that lingered, emitting an evil aura similar to that of the ancient demons. Since the split of the three realms, the barriers to the human world have been broken, and gods and demons have swarmed in - this is the root cause of this disaster.

"If we continue to let them wreak havoc, our world will soon be destroyed."

Li Qingyun did not stay any longer, but just flashed and disappeared into the shadow of the deep alley, like a wisp of smoke, silently and without a trace.

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(End of this chapter)