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It's far from Tiancheng.

Different from the prosperity of the past, at this time, the city is full of ruins and ruins.

More than half of the high wall outside the city has collapsed, and countless soldiers of the necromancer clan are rampant in the city.

The streets, the alleys, were full of bodies.

The whole city is like hell.

Northwest Lingyuan.

This is the last pure land from Tiancheng.

In addition to the students of Lingyuan, they also took in a large number of refugees in the city.

Under the protection of the northwest Lingyuan defense array, it can barely support and has not been defeated by the dead spirit clan.

However, under the powerful attack of the Necromancers for three days in a row, the defense array began to crumble, which was obviously unstable.

I'm afraid it won't last long.

"Dean, we can only support half a day at most. If we can't wait for reinforcements, I'm afraid we'll all die here."

Elder Qiu, the elder of the sword hall, is wearing a white beard, and his old face is full of fatigue.

Standing opposite elder Qiu is a middle-aged man with extraordinary momentum. He seems to be integrated with heaven and earth.

He is Xiao Rufeng, the president of the northwest Lingyuan who has never met Mu Yu.

When Li Tiancheng died, he returned to the northwest Lingyuan and led many experts in Li Tiancheng to fight with the army of the dead.

If it had not been for him, the northwest Lingyuan would have been occupied, and it would not have been able to support it until now.

Xiao Rufeng, with both hands on his back and looking into the sky, seems lonely and helpless.

The nearly ten thousand year history of Northwest Lingyuan was finally buried in his hands.

"I see. Please call those old guys over."

Xiao Rufeng sighed.

"Yes."

Soon, Mr. Qiu called over the leaders and elders of gongyeming and other churches.

"Dean."

"Here you are."

Xiao Rufeng turned his head, looked at them and said, "how many years have you been in the spirit court?"

"It's not clear. I only know that northwest Lingyuan is my home. Even if my father is dead, he will keep it."

Gongyeming's vision is firm, and his way is vigorous.

The rest of the people nodded, and Gong Yeming said what they thought.

Xiao Rufeng nodded with satisfaction and said, "do you know the foundation of our Northwest Lingyuan?"

Everyone was stunned.

Xiao Rufeng said with a smile: "it's our students. Students are the treasure of our Northwest Lingyuan, the real foundation of our Lingyuan, and the hope for the future of our Northwest Lingyuan."

"So it's time for us old guys to make some contribution to our foundation at this time of disaster."

At this point, everyone understands.

"My father is willing to give his life."

"I, Qiu Jiruo, would like to...

...

for a moment, everyone made a decision unanimously.

No half hesitation, no half regret.

It's as if it's a trivial thing to die generously.

Boom and rumble...

at this time, the violent sound came like thunder.

The whole northwest Lingyuan trembled like an earthquake.

At this moment, the defense array of Northwest Lingyuan was defeated by the army of the dead spirit clan.

"Come on, let's finish our mission."

Xiao Rufeng calmly smiles, and the whole person rises in the air and rushes out towards the outside of the spirit courtyard.

Gongyeming, Qiuqiu elder and others also followed.

On the vast sky, more than ten powerful figures passed through the sky, which attracted the attention of all the students of Northwest Lingyuan.