Although the people of the Rakshasa Empire are fierce and fierce. They drink raw blood and eat raw meat. The physical fitness of the people is somewhat stronger than that of the Qin Dynasty, and the same is true for their combat prowess.
But this place has always been barren and is called Nanman.
In a small city in the west of Rakshasa Kingdom.
To be precise, this place should be a tribe. Therefore, the construction in the city is extremely simple, consisting of shabby wooden houses, and some are even tents.
There is not a single plant or tree here, and the entire land has almost turned into sand.
Someone came step by step and landed firmly on the ground, but they did not leave any footprints in the sand.
This is a man in white, with a black headband tied behind his back.
This man is slender, has a leisurely expression, his skin is as good as snow, and his eyes are like a clear pool, unstained by any strands. He has an aura of lightness and flawless beauty, as bright as the bright moon.
Nearly a hundred miles away from the small town, the man in white stopped and looked up at the small town with a smile on his thin lips.
"This mortal country is drying up and fishing... It seems powerful, but it is like tissue paper. In a few hundred years..." The man in white suddenly paused, shook his head and said: "It doesn't have to be a hundred years, or even a few years.
This Rakshasa country does not need to be overwhelmed by floods, it will collapse on its own."
This place is no longer suitable for the growth of any vegetation. Although the people of Rakshasa Kingdom do not mainly engage in farming, but hunting. But without vegetation, those vegetarian animals cannot survive for long.
Once those vegetarian animals disappear, it will be their turn to eat meat, including humans.
At that time, the Rakshasa Kingdom must go north to the Qin Dynasty without a fight.
The man in white was standing there, with a strong wind blowing from behind.
When the wind blows, a huge cloud of sand rises. It stretches for almost a hundred miles, causing the entire city to sink into a curtain of sand. It also makes the bundle of white clothes tied behind the back sway in all directions.
"The ground was dug for thousands of feet. This was obviously done by monks." The man in white squinted his eyes in the dust storm.
It's not the sand and dust that makes the man in white unable to open his eyes, because the sand and dust can't get even an inch closer to his body. Even if it is a hundred times or a thousand times more violent, it will still be the same!
The white man slowly opened his eyes again, and moved his palm slightly. There was a long spear in his hand, and he trembled the spear with one finger. There was no sound, and a more violent wind used it as the source, blowing in all directions.
It is the wind that controls the wind, blowing away the hundreds of miles of smoke and dust, making the world return to clarity, just like the fragrance after a clear rain.
"I probably know why those monks hollowed out the southern region of the star. It turned out to be for a tree of spiritual origin." The man in white waved his hand again, and the spear disappeared in his hand.
"The source of Tao is to use external force for one's own use and integrate one's body into one's own Tao. I didn't expect that a small desolate star would have such a chaotic divine object." The man in white shook his head and raised his eyebrows lightly.
"This thing is said to be a sacred thing, but it is useless to me, whether I use it or not. Because the path I take is different from anyone else in the world."
"Even Master can't see my path, because I created it on my own." The man in white spoke softly, his expression soaring.
"Using Master Mochen's system as the main method, we will innovate new methods and become the best in the world. One day, we will definitely fulfill Master's dying wish and revive the Nine Heavens Taboo!"
The man in white stepped forward, stood with his hands behind his back, and walked towards the small town.
"This thing can only be obtained by those who are destined to do so. But I am outside of this. If this thing is taken by ordinary means, I will not interfere."
"Haha, do you want to use the blood of all living beings to make a plan? So that this place will never be the same?" The man in white narrowed his eyes again.
"However, I still have this world in my heart."
As soon as the words fell, a bright light appeared in the clear eyes of the man in white.
This is Taoist calculation, which uses Shattered Mountains and Rivers as the basis to deduce cause and effect.
There is a red thread connecting my hand from afar to thousands of miles away. An old woman appears in my eyes.
"Chu Zhao, the sixth step, is considered a strong person. I just don't know how many rounds she can last in my hands?" The man in white smiled, but his smile was full of disdain.
He did not go to find the old woman immediately, but walked into the city.
Because here, he found traces of that thing.
The monks of the Rakshasa Kingdom dug thousands of miles and searched everywhere, but they could not find the Fire Spirit Pearl. But they did not know that this thing was right under their noses.
It was approaching night, and it was approaching the end of winter. In this mountain and river with no vegetation to block the wind, it was naturally freezing cold. Therefore, no one was seen walking outside.
The man in white stepped into the city and came to a tent.
This tent is extremely old, like an old piece of clothing that has been worn for decades, with seams and seams mended.
He did not walk into the tent immediately. Through the curtain, he could see a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, nestled in the hay.
You can vaguely see that the body covered in hay is weak and thin without much flesh.
At this time, the girl was biting a piece of dried meat.
This piece of dried meat is only about the size of a palm and very thin, like a leaf.
The girl was eating this piece of dried meat. It would not be appropriate to use the word gnaw, but it should be said to be bite. Bit by bit, she chewed it very carefully.
After eating just a little bit, the girl took out a piece of dirty cloth, carefully wrapped the piece of meat, and hid it in a pile of hay.
Logically speaking, on such a cold day, some hay cannot withstand the cold.
But the girl didn't feel cold at all, and her face turned red. It was like there was a warm furnace close to her.
There is nothing else in this tent except a wooden bowl, a wooden basin, and a wooden bucket containing some dirty water.
Judging from the scene I saw before, this girl lived a very miserable life. Where did she get the warmth from?
The reason for all this is due to the red bead hanging on the girl's chest.
This is the fire pearl that the emperor of Rakshasa Kingdom has been looking for.
This divine object is in the girl's hand.
"Although those who are destined to have spiritual enlightenment are not spiritually enlightened, once they step into cultivation, they will reach the second step sooner or later." The man in white smiled.
"It just so happens that there is no one following me. I am missing a maid. This little girl is just right." The man in white turned around, but still did not enter the tent.
Instead, he turned around and looked up at the sky.
There was no moon today, and it was pitch black. However, the color of the yellow sand reflected a glimmer of light, making it possible to see the surroundings clearly.
"However, there are still some troubles that need to be solved now."
The man in white closed his eyes and opened them again.
At the moment when I opened my eyes, countless lights seemed to rise from the sky and the earth, and all the surrounding scenery disappeared, leaving only a flat land.
In this flat land, there are many people standing in different places. About a hundred people.
These people are all monks, and the strongest ones can even transcend tribulations. This is a powerful force that can wipe out a country.
These people are all here for this man in white.
Just because the emperor of the Rakshasa Kingdom wanted to capture this man alive and offer it to his ancestors.
Those people squatted and waited quietly without making any rash move. They didn't know that the man in white had noticed them.
The man in white looked at these people and chuckled.
A gentle breeze blew up, ruffling the black hair on his head, and also ruffling the red tassels in the snow-white scabbard at his waist.
That one was engraved with three characters, and the jade pendant of Feng Jingjie was also gently swaying in the wind.