Zi Chen rushed to Lin Xue's residence. The place had already collapsed, the fire was raging, and there were corpses everywhere. Zi Chen did not see Lin Xue, because almost all the people lying here were black, with missing limbs, and could not be identified at all.

"Xue'er." Zi Chen called like crazy, but no one paid attention. There were corpses everywhere.

"Mengyao." Zi Chen rushed to Su Mengyao's residence again. The houses here also collapsed, fires burned, the courtyard was destroyed by huge forces, and cracks appeared on the ground. In these cracks, the bodies of many female cultivators fell here.

Zi Chen jumped in, his eyes red and in great pain, turning over the corpses, looking for Su Mengyao.

After a while, Zi Chen jumped up. There was no Su Mengyao here. Suddenly, his pupils shrank, his body swayed, and he almost fell over. He saw a woman in white lying quietly at Su Mengyao's door.

Her vitality has disappeared, and the fire has burned her face, making her unrecognizable, but it is not difficult to see that the other party rushed out of the room.

"Meng Yao." Zi Chen's body was shaking. He couldn't believe what he saw in front of him. Most of his white clothes had been burned.

Zi Chen rushed over, put out the fire, hugged Su Mengyao's body, and screamed repeatedly.

"Miaokong, Elder Dashang, Palace Master Li." Zi Chen put the body down and rushed in the other direction.

After a while, Zi Chen saw an old man with sparse hair and skinny bones. His whole body was as black as ink, standing there straight like a ghost coming out of the netherworld.
Chapter completed!