Who? Who is talking to me?

Zhuang Yi, who was standing on a spear and half-kneeling in the snow, looked left and right and couldn't see anyone, thinking that he was listening.

"Don't alarm your parents!"

"Come here and push me back to the house!"

The soft voice continued to sound in my heart. Zhuang Yi could conclude that he had no hallucinations. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the "Uncle Meat Ball" sitting under the eaves in a wheelchair.

"Is it..."

Zhuang Yi was shocked. After so many years, "Uncle Meatball" was as good as the first meeting, and his face was not stained with vicissitudes of time. He had also suspected that this uncle was not an ordinary person, but he did not take it seriously. To him, Uncle Meatball's uncle was just a relative who always needed care.

"It's me! Your... Uncle Meatball!"

"Don't scream! Don't alarm your parents!"

Zhuang Yi walked over with his mouth covering his mouth. He looked at the other person carefully, his eyes were empty and his face was dull, as if it was no different from the past. Why did he speak today?

To be precise, I didn't speak, but communicated with myself through a magical means.

Zhuang Yi didn't think much about it, and quickly pushed "Uncle Meatball" into the house. He closed the door, then bent down, looked up at the other party, and asked repeatedly: "It's you? Uncle Meatball, is it really you?"

"It's not me, is it still a ghost!"

An unhappy voice came. After hearing this, Zhuang Yi was full of excitement and subconsciously asked: "Uncle, are you a saint?"

"That's right!"

"Then... how strong are you? Can you fly and escape? Can you beat the Holy Lords? Can you..."

Zhuang Yi was like a curious baby, constantly asking questions.

"Yi'er, Uncle's soul is very weak, and it's very exhausting to send a message to you... Can you stop asking these boring ones, okay?"

The voice of words came again, looking helpless.

"Uncle, did you encounter powerful sea beasts back then and fight them to the point of losing both sides?" Zhuang Yi asked curiously.

"You talk about the corpses of the monsters you picked up... Haha, those waste Jindan monsters, can you be afraid of dozens of them with a slap in the face? Can they hurt me?"

The disdainful words came. Zhuang Yi was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it. He didn't know how powerful the Golden Pill monster was, but he had heard that the adults in Yangliu Town Holy Hall once joined forces to resist a Golden Pill monster, but few of them could escape.

Now, in this uncle's mouth, the golden elixir monster has become a waste, and can kill dozens of them with just one slap... In this way, it's unimaginable how powerful the uncle should be.

"Yi'er, don't ask anything else. Tell uncle if you want to practice? Do you want to make yourself strong?"

"think!"

Zhuang Yi did not hesitate and gave a positive answer. This was his biggest wish to dream of.

"Okay! As long as you want, uncle will definitely help you... But before that, you have to do uncle a favor... Well, help uncle completely restore his strength!"

"How to help? Uncle, as long as you say, even if you are in the sea of ​​fire, Yi'er will never frown!"

"There will be some danger... but if it can be achieved, I promise you three wishes!"

The night was deep. The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the thicker the yard was half a foot thicker. Zhuang Yi walked out of the house, with a bamboo basket behind him, and quietly stuffed a letter into the house where his parents lived. Then he resolutely left the door.

"Uncle, where are we going?" Zhuang Yi didn't feel the chill in the wind and snowflakes, but his blood was boiling in his body.

"I don't know... there is no one here, where we go... the deep mountains and old forests are the best!"

"It's okay to go, if you encounter a monster..."

"Don't be afraid of monsters, get some blood from uncle later... When encountering monsters, just sprinkle blood to deal with them!"

...

Three months later.

A hidden valley. Groups of demon wolves roared and roared, staring at the prey in front of them, with their big mouths full of fangs flowing out fishy saliva. Some demon wolves could not wait to soar into the air and rushed towards them.

"Look at my magic weapon!"

The strong boy with a dark face, with a bamboo basket behind his back, took out a clay pot and smashed it directly.

Bang!

The clay pot shattered and blood splattered. The blood seemed to contain mysterious power, instantly turning into thick blood mist, as fierce as fire, and at the same time burst into thunder. Several demon wolves were stained with blood mist, and their bodies were instantly burned by fire and annihilated. The other demon wolves were as if they met nemesis and fled in panic with their tails.

"Uncle, your blood is really useful!" Zhuang Yi shouted excitedly.

"A prodigal son, you can scare them away by making a little. You throw them away with the can... I really think that uncle's blood is worthless!" The person who hid in the bamboo basket had a voice transmission, his tone was full of helplessness.

"The first time I have no experience! Pay attention next time... By the way, uncle! I'll get some more blood!"

"It's up to you! Be careful not to get blood in it, otherwise you will suffer!"

...

Three more years passed in the blink of an eye.

Just like when he left home, on the same night, there was heavy snow on the sky. A nameless mountain, Zhuang Yi carried a bamboo building on his back and was struggling to move forward with difficulty. He was already in his twenties, and had been trekking in the mountains over the years, sleeping in the open and suffering. Now he is ragged and bearded, with a sense of vicissitudes that his peers do not have.

But there is no complaint!

He was helping the bamboo building behind him, his uncle and his relatives, find a spiritual place that can restore the other party's strength.

I traveled through mountains and rivers and walked tens of thousands of miles step by step with my feet. But I was not lucky and never noticed it.

"Yi'er, are you complaining in your heart?" A faint voice sounded in your heart.

"No! As long as I can help my uncle, what's this hardship?" Zhuang Yi gritted his teeth and continued to move forward.

"What a good boy... Go! Go to the southwest!" The voice turned and exuded inexplicable excitement.

Zhuang Yi didn't hear it. Following the person's guidance, he walked all the way to the southwest. The snow was deep and the speed was very slow. It took him two or three hours before he reached the target.

A rift valley in the abyss, looking down, it is bottomless.

"It's here! Yi'er! Hurry up! Throw uncle down!"

A hurried voice came. Zhuang Yi thought he heard it wrong and couldn't believe his ears.

"Hurry up! This evil cave has its owner. We are lucky and it is not there!"

"If you don't do it now, you will be in great trouble when this guy turns back!"

The voice urged again. Zhuang Yi thought about it, no longer hesitated, reached out to remove the bamboo basket, and said, "Uncle, I'm going to throw it away!"

"Don't let my mother-in-law and throw it away!"

Zhuang Yi gritted his teeth and threw the bamboo basket into the abyss. He looked at his uncle in his eyes, as if he was swallowed by an unknown monster, and his figure disappeared.

"Yi'er, if you encounter a situation, you will be poured with blood on your body. No matter how painful it is, you must endure it... hold on! Wait for me!"

This was the last message sent by the man. Zhuang Yi was very obedient. He held a blood-filled clay pot in his arms and sat behind a rock. While avoiding the wind and snow, he looked vigilant and observing the surroundings.

Time passes by minute by minute.

There was no movement at the bottom of the abyss. On the contrary, the fish belly turned white in the east, and the sky was about to dawn. Zhuang Yi's hands and feet were about to freeze and curled up. Perhaps because of overwork, his eyelids began to become heavy and he was drowsy.

Suddenly!

A harsh tinnitus sounded, as if it was about to penetrate a person's soul, making Zhuang Yi subconsciously cover his head and a painful expression appeared on his face.

Something is happening!

He remembered that his uncle had finally sent a message, endured the severe pain in his head, and looked around. He soon saw an extremely huge black giant bird flapping its wings hovering above the abyss.

"Human!"

The black giant bird not only discovered Zhuang Yi, but also spoke with people's words. His pair of green eyes jumped like ghost fire, staring at him.

"Monster Beast! Golden Pill Monster Beast!"

Zhuang Yiman was shocked. He could speak people's words. This demon bird definitely had the cultivation of the golden elixir. His appearance was very similar to the word-of-mouth demon bird, the extremely evil demon bird, the Nether Fire Ghost Crow. This evil thing likes to be addicted to humans and has great magical powers. He loves to attack cities and towns, kills hundreds of people at once before leaving.

"Blood! Uncle's blood!"

Without thinking, Zhuang Yi directly poured all the blood in the clay pot on his body. The "hissing" sounded immediately. The blood instantly atomized, covering his entire body. He was not burned after touching like a monster, but his whole body felt as if corroded by strong acid and was in pain, and he couldn't help but scream.

Hey!

The Nether Fire Ghost Crow, which had originally rushed straight, stopped diving and hovered around the blood mist, and the green eyes showed a fear. It could feel that this blood mist contained indescribable scorching power. If it was touched by it, it would definitely suffer a severe injury.

But this guy didn't leave. After hovering for a few rounds, he flapped his huge wings and wanted to blow away the blood mist.

The blood mist contains mysterious power, which condenses but does not dissipate. But every time the strong wind blows, it can always play a little role. The Nether Fire Ghost Crow seems to be interested and constantly flapping the strong wind with his wings. In this way, at most, only half a stick of incense is spent, and the blood mist is dispersed. Zhuang Yi's figure appears, his body surface is covered with scars, and he lies on the ground with weak energy.

"What a weird human!"

"Your blood makes me feel uncomfortable, so... you must die!"

The Nether Fire Ghost Crow spitted out his words, but did not use magic, but rushed out his sharp claws, trying to tear the human body into pieces.

The howl before the murder!

This is its favorite sound to listen to.

Not to mention that Zhuang Yi was unable to avoid it, even if he was not injured, he would definitely not be able to avoid the sharp claws of a golden elixir demon bird. However, just when his life was in danger, a roar suddenly came from the bottom of the abyss.

"You're so brave!"

The roar was like thunder, and it penetrated through the sea of ​​consciousness of the Nether Fire Ghost Crow, almost shattering its demon soul. The Nether Fire Ghost Crow let out a sharp scream, and his huge body rushed straight towards Zhuang Yi's location.

call!

A big hand appeared out of thin air, directly grasping the body of the ghost crow, followed by an extremely happy laughter.

"Breaking the realm and rebirth! I, Wang Baiyun, are back!"

"Hahaha……"

In Zhuang Yi's eyes, a giant who looked like "Uncle Meat Ball" appeared, grabbed the Nether Fire Ghost Crow with his right hand, and laughed wildly at the sky.

"Uncle!"

He just screamed, then his eyes turned black and he fainted.
Chapter completed!