The ink-colored thunderclouds gradually receded, leaving a trail of ruins. Thousands of forest trees turned into broken branches and leaves, dozens of mountains collapsed, and the earth was full of ferocious cracks. As far as the eye could see, it was full of devastation and the vast black water basin.
They were all locust corpses, exuding a strong smell of blood.
The old man returned to Tang Yan, his strong and cold and arrogant posture slowly faded away, even his body was hunched and old, he groaned, his skinny cheeks were as pale as paper, glowing with the green aura of death. A shallow trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, which softened slightly.
, Youyou sighed softly: "The corpse aura is getting stronger and stronger. I don't know how long I can sustain it. Master... old slave... I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on to the day when you can kill the evil emperor."
The little golden monkey's fingertips twitched slightly, and he slowly woke up. First, he carefully opened a crack and looked around. When he found that the old man was still there, he tilted his head, twitched his toes, and continued to pretend to be dead.
The old man smiled silently: "It is a strange species, and it has been tempered by the ancient blood accumulated by the monkey clan for thousands of years, so it is qualified to follow my young master. Little monkey, work hard, this is a bloody journey, he said that my master looks down on the world, and all the generals under his command
Maybe there's a place for you."
Tsk! Tang Yan's charred skin fell off, revealing the inner muscles. His body's recovery speed was accelerating, and his brows wrinkled slightly, as if he might wake up at any time.
The old man took out the dry tobacco stick from his waist, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled it, causing white smoke to rise. However, there was a heavy worry in the old man's brows, and he looked at Tang Yan absently, puffing away at the dry tobacco.
The master concealed your identity back then, disturbed all your muscles and muscles, and chose the Biennan wasteland just to keep you away from that land of disputes, forget your illustrious life experience, and live out your life in peace.
This old slave's broken body can only last a hundred years, so it is just the right time to accompany you in your short life last night.
but……
Destiny! Destiny!
Born as a martial emperor and supremely proud, you are my master’s greatest pride, but you are also his most painful soul. Your birth should have brought hope to our clan and new life to our master, but things in the world are unpredictable, and it coincides with his master’s defeat.
If you follow the evil imperial path, your life will be miserable and miserable.
The master doesn't want you to be bullied and ostracized, and you will bear the pain of losing your love.
But after twists and turns, ups and downs, destiny returned to the right path again.
You will regain your mission.
You've enjoyed fifteen years of indulgence and mischief, and it's time to embark on your journey.
Your nine brothers and sisters have all made their mark in the Forgotten War Realm, slaying desolate beasts and defeating demon generals in a row, becoming dazzling new stars and the future hope of the Demon Spirit Clan.
What changes will your return bring, where will your bloody journey lead, and what kind of storm will it set off after you step into the Forgotten War Realm. Everything will be borne by you.
The moment we left the Giant Elephant City.
The dry tobacco stick tapped lightly on his fingertips. The old man stood up again, left a brief message on the ground, and walked towards the ruins in the distance with his hands behind his back.
Master! I failed to fulfill my promise to you. I really can’t bear to do it. I can’t bear to destroy him again, and I don’t want you to struggle alone in the evil emperor’s way. Perhaps the young master can help you to resist this responsibility together.
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The forces of the Demon Spirit Tribe are so complicated that the young master is unable to support them alone. The old slave only has a few decades left to live and cannot protect him for too long. He needs someone to help him.
Lepus, Du Yang!
Sword crazy, Matthews!
Battle formation, Nalantu!
Human refining furnace, Ren Tianzang!
Genius warlock, Niya!
The remaining son of the Bone Clan, Xu Yan!
After Li Yun, chocolate!
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The old slave is willing to lose another twelve years of his life, change his fate against the will of heaven, and mess up his journey.
Help the young master gather the "Three Killers and Nine Evils", twelve fateful generals, to join the bloody journey together.
Nourished by the mist of life, the vitality in Tang Yan's body became clearer and clearer, and his consciousness that had been shaken into a daze returned to clarity. With a painful groan, Tang Yan opened his eyes, which were still bloodshot, and became slightly silent.
Wake up with a start.
"Where's the girl?" Tang Yan looked around and saw traces of tragedy and misery. The terrifying thunderclouds disappeared without a trace, but the black girl was also missing.
"little girl?"
"Girl! Where are you? Answer me!"
"little girl!"
Tang Yan shot around among the ruins, regardless of the extreme lack of spiritual power in his body, and kept using the Eight-phase Thunder Seal, but there were ruins, ruins, ruins everywhere! In the crumbling mountains and bloody black water lakes, Tang Yan
Searching everywhere and shouting constantly.
But I never got any response. Occasionally, there were some tattered corpses of monsters that were killed by lightning, but they didn't look like black girls.
Tang Yan stood quietly on a piece of gravel, his brows furrowed into knots, and he tried to recall the scene before he fell into coma. He felt an inexplicable sense of fear in his heart. What kind of monster was that? Could it be that it was deliberately targeting us? But where is the black girl?
"Ancestor? Ancestor!" Tang Yan called out to the blood doll in the sea of qi.
But since the fusion of the Buddha's heart that day, the blood doll has been trapped in the abyss of the sea of qi, and has experienced the suppression of the eighty-one monkey group. It has completely lost its message. It is tightly trapped in the golden chain and can neither feel the outside world.
Despite the situation, Tang Yan's call could not be heard, and he could only struggle to support the invasion of chains.
"Girl!" Tang Yan suddenly roared, the sound of thunder rolling, echoing in the messy disaster place for a long time, but he never received any response.
"Bah! Bah! Squeak!" The little golden monkey jumped up and down in the distance.
Tang Yan immediately went back and found a line of words in front of the little golden monkey: "The Forbidden Land of the Night! Waiting for you!"
Forbidden night?
What the hell!
Who left this font?
Tang Yan stared at the little golden monkey, but the little golden monkey ignored him at all and swayed away with his little paw on his back, looking around at the dilapidated black waters.
Could it be the handwriting left by the black girl?
Impossible, how can a black girl be literate?
'Wait for you'?
Who left it for me on purpose?
Tang Yan restrained himself from thinking about the bad side. The black girl might still be alive and imprisoned there.
etc!
Black thunder and lightning? Could it be Heiniu’s tribe? Jiuying and Xuewa both mentioned that the tribe to which Heiniu belongs is very scary. One day they will get the news to take it back. Could it be that the previous thunder cloud is Heiniu’s tribe?
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If this is really the case, I should feel relieved and happy.
Don't worry, the black girl is still alive, and I'm glad that I can survive.
"Just leaving like this? Not even a farewell word." Tang Yan stood there blankly, scenes of the past flashed through his mind, the chance encounter at the street stall, the four years of growing up together, and he accompanied it from immaturity to maturity.
Maturity, it accompanies you from weakness to strength, and has been with you to witness each other's most difficult journeys.
This is an ordinary feeling, and it is also a family affection that grows unconsciously.
A kind of attachment.
Tang Yan has been prepared for a long time, and has had many premonitions that he will work hard.
But when this moment came, my heart felt empty and sour.
If we say goodbye today, when will we see each other again? After the black girl has gone through many transformations and constantly awakened her bloodline and inherited her inheritance, will she still remember that in her childhood, she had someone to laugh with, play with, and share life and death with?
Hei Niu's tribe is very powerful, so powerful that it can only be looked up to. These are the original words of Xue Wawa, and they understand it even more today. Tang Yan is happy for Hei Niu to return to the tribe. There may be a better environment there, far better than following
It would be much better to struggle by yourself in this wasteland.
But……
"Girl, don't forget me, that's all you ask for." Tang Yan stared blankly into the distance, with a blessing smile on his lips, but his eyes were hazy, and he quietly shed two drops of tears.
Slide over the cheeks and flow to the corners of the mouth.
Salty and astringent.
I actually cried? In my previous life, I prided myself on being tough and stubborn, and would rather have my head cut off than shed tears. In this life, I have forced myself to be strong, forced to smile, and have been trying to be optimistic. But now I shed tears without knowing it.
Tang Yan kept taking deep breaths to calm down his complicated emotions and keep the smile on his face: "Girl, when you grow up, take care of yourself."
"Squeak!"
The little golden monkey ran back in fear, looking back from time to time, or striking with golden light. Among the ruins in the distance, three half-human-sized black gourds were jumping and chasing after each other. They looked really weird. No wonder the little golden monkey was frightened.
The hairs on the hair stand on end.
"Three gourds, 30,000 high-quality larvae." The black water locust's stealth skills were as pure as fire. I don't know when it returned to Tang Yan's wrist, and his voice sounded a little weak.
"Go back to Tibing Mountain." Tang Yan felt a little disappointed and didn't say much. He put away the black water gourd and set off back to Tibing Mountain.
The little golden monkey squatted on the spot, eyes rolling around, looking in the direction of the Western Cemetery, hesitant, and finally swished to Tang Yan's shoulder, crossing his legs and enjoying the free ride.
PS: Six updates are here, two updates tomorrow, and the outbreak will continue the day after tomorrow!!