The news of the invasion of the Demon Cult has spread in less than half a month.

A large number of refugees who were fleeing their lives have left the western region of the Shenjin Dynasty and rushed towards the central region closer to the Shenjin Dynasty.

The entire western region of the Shenjin Dynasty was empty, as if it was a place without a man.

Now, there is only one Qingyun Sect left, standing alone there.

In an ancient city not far from Qingyun Sect.

At this moment, countless people fleeing into this place, squeezing the entire city into pieces.

All kinds of news have spread.

At this moment, in a restaurant, many people are talking about the topics related to the Demon Cult.

"Hey, after this meal, run away!"

"Yes, now all the four major forces have fallen, and only one Qingyun Sect is left, which probably won't be able to stop it for a few days."

"This may be the same. After all, Qingyun Sect is the leader of the righteous path, and its foundation is unfathomable!"

"The Qingyun Sect has a very good foundation, but I heard from other forces that Qingyun Sect suffered heavy losses last time. It is very likely that even the Chief of the Qianhe Sect, one of the top ten powerful men, had fallen."

"Ah? What?! Even the leader of Qianhe fell? How could the Qingyun Sect stop it?"

"Yes, and I heard that this time the Demon Cult made all his strength, and even the ancestor Senluo who had disappeared for a full five hundred years came out!"

"The last time the Demon Cult came, but this time the Demon Cult was crazy. There were hundreds of thousands of people in the city where I was, and I escaped alone, alas..."

"Why didn't Emperor Jin send the Shenwu Army to suppress the demons?"

"Hey, the emperor is far away. I'm afraid the battle will be over when the Shenwu Army arrives."

"Escape, escape, life is important. I hope Qingyun Sect will not be like other forces, and can't even stop it for a day..."

In the restaurant, there was a man lying on a wooden table in a corner. He heard the discussion around him suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.

This man was an old man wearing a torn cloth, his hair was so messy that he had knotted, his face was full of beard, and he had already drooped to his neck. He looked a little unkempt, no different from a beggar.

When the drinkers around saw this person, they inevitably showed a look of disgust and did not want to get too close to him.

The old man didn't care about the eyes of others. He looked in the direction of Qingyun Sect, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his turbid eyes, and he felt a little worried.

"The old devil Senluo has appeared again? It seems that he has recovered!"

"That boy Qianhe actually fell, alas..."

"The right arm of the old devil Senluo has been broken. Even if five hundred years have passed, he should not be much stronger, right?"

"Do you want to go back and have a look?"

When the old man thought of this, he couldn't help but laugh at himself.

"With my senior brother here, what the hell is I worried about!"

After saying that, he picked up the wine glass again, filled it up, and drank it all in one gulp, and his beard was wet with the wine.

Soon, he drank a few pots of wine.

He lay on the table again and continued to sleep soundly.

"The Demon Sect has arrived at the foot of Qingyun Mountain and is ready to attack the mountain! Let's go quickly!"

Suddenly, an amazing news came from the inn.

When everyone heard this, they were frightened and didn't care about food and drink. They quickly packed up some valuable items and snatched out of the door.

Soon, a big city became empty.

"What's all this!"

The inn owner lamented and sat dejectedly at the counter, a little listless.

The boss is about seventy years old and has been here all his life. With this inn, he lives a very comfortable life.

The Demon Cult is coming, and countless people are displaced and homeless.

But he couldn't bear to leave this place, and this place where he lived all his life.

He would rather die than die here.

He only hopes that Qingyun Sect can defeat the Demon Sect like he did more than fifty years ago.

But he knew that it was obviously impossible.

During that war fifty years ago, he was just a twenty-year-old young man.

He also ran for life at that time. Later, when he came back, he heard that relatives who were elders in Qingyun Sect talked about that battle.

Not only Qingyun's chief sect, Taoist Qianhe, but even Qingyun's supreme fell together.

If it weren't for the sudden appearance of a Sword Emperor, the Qingyun Sect would have been lost long ago.

But now, the power of the Demon Sect is even more important than fifty years ago. Even the ancestor Senluo, who was already famous five hundred years ago, has appeared.

Senluo Palace is now the dominant family, and it is not a little stronger than the joint efforts of the four major forces fifty years ago.

Today's Qingyun is just a paper tiger, how can it be stopped?

With a young Sword Emperor, he wanted to resist Senluo Palace?

This is obviously a delusion.

However, he didn't want to escape.

Just die!

After leaving here, he will die sooner or later.

He has already seen it.

He stood up and began to clean up the messy inn.

"Hey, wake up, wake up!"

The inn owner found the old man who was still sleeping in the corner and couldn't help but remind him.

He has seen this old man many times and has not spoken.

The deepest impression on him was that every time he came, he would drink here for more than a month and be unconscious.

The old man remembered the voice of the inn owner, opened his eyes in a daze and asked, "What's wrong? Are you not paid for the wine again?"

"No, the Demon Cult is going to attack Qingyun, you should run away quickly."

The inn owner smiled helplessly. This guy still remembers the money for alcohol when he died, but he is really a drunkard.

"Oh? So fast? Then why haven't you left?"

The old man was quite surprised. Not long after the news came out, he didn't expect that Senluo Palace had already arrived outside the mountain gate of Qingyun Sect.

"Hey, I'm old, I don't want to move anymore." The inn owner smiled bitterly.

"Don't worry, there will be no problem. Qingyun Sect has been passed down for so many years, what is a mere Senluo Palace?" The old man said indifferently, and was about to continue sleeping.

"Hey, today is different from the past. Qingyun Sect is not as good as before. Not to mention the immortal Qianhe Taoist Immortal, even the Supreme Elder has fallen in that battle. Even the other four major forces cannot stop it. Qingyun Sect is even more impossible. You, hurry up and leave." The inn owner sighed.

"What? What you said is true?"

When the old man heard this, he stood up suddenly. His eyes, which had already been turbid, suddenly burst into light. The sound was so loud that even the inn owner was startled.

"Of course it's true. One of my uncles is the elder of Qingyun Sect. How could he be wrong?" The inn owner didn't expect the old man to react so much. It was not surprising.

The old man didn't ask any more and began to walk out of the inn.

He was still staggering, and he seemed to fall down at any time.

The inn owner glanced at the old man, didn't say anything, and shook his head slightly.

When the old man walked out of the inn, he looked at the towering Qingyun Mountains in the distance, his eyes were full of self-blame and sadness, and he kept muttering to himself: "Senior Brother, have you really fallen? It's all my fault. Junior Brother has harmed you..."

The next moment, the old man stepped out and disappeared directly from the spot, left the ancient city, and rushed towards the direction of the Qingyun Mountains.

The inn owner did not notice this scene and was still cleaning up the inn on his own.

Sighing while cleaning up.

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