The scenery below gradually evolves from vast grasslands and turquoise streams to saline grassy flats and steep mountains that seem to have melted half of the snow.

The wind buzzard flies carefree and stumbling over the mountains.

After flying over a canyon, a vast black rock beach below stretches to the end of the horizon.

The buzzard immediately used its large, keen eyes to scrutinize the smooth, hairless black stone on the ground......

["Bang!" The buzzard fell straight down as if it had been sniped by a hunter......

Protagonist: "I protest! Why is it this kind of meteorite-like plot twist again!How many times have you counted it?!Can you still happily 'cultivate immortals'?!"

The author scratched the keyboard: "Uh...... All right. ”

(Quick camera reverse: The buzzard that fell to the ground jumped back to the sky as if it had never happened before, soaring while examining the black rock beach)]

There are many strange things about this black rock beach, and you have to feel the aura fluctuations up close.

With the help of the air current, the buzzard circled thirteen times before finally landing on the side of the black rock beach......

As soon as he landed, his consciousness was in a trance......

......

His eyes were closed, wrapped in the hard, curved walls around him, which were still warm.

What is this place?...... Unable to think any further, he fell asleep again.

I don't know how long it took......

He's already suffocating, and the space is getting smaller?

He struggled......

With a "tuk", the curved wall was knocked open by the hard thing in front of his mouth, and a huge crack was opened, and the harsh sunlight shone in.

"Click......" He slipped through the crack and opened his eyes.

"Click", a bloody, steaming piece of raw meat was thrown at its face.

A huge buzzard next to him was dripping with blood and looking at him with affection in its eyes......

"Stop, stop, what the hell is this toad?" he shouted.

At the same time as his expression was agitated, there was a trance in his consciousness......

......

His eyes were closed, but he could feel himself wrapped tightly around the warm "wall" around him.

Water ripples in a small, slowly creeping space......

Half asleep, I don't know how long it took......

The small space began to squeeze one after another.

He was pushed out along with the liquid and fell into a cold, wide space.

Oh, I'm going to go! Is there a big vat tied to the top of my head? My head is so heavy! My neck is going to break!

The weight on his head leaned back...... He was taken to lie on his back.

He struggled to open his eyes—the two front hooves were so white, and they were still split......

"What the hell is this?!!" he shouted.

At the same time as his expression was agitated, there was a trance in his consciousness......

......

His eyes were closed, tightly wrapped in the warm "walls" around him.

(Again, is he so skilled? This is going to be in the online cultivation literature, and he is going to comment on the author's hydrology!)

There was water in the small wriggling space, so the blurted out "Hold the grass, such water!" turned into a series of bubbles, and he began to burp one after the other, for about ten minutes.

Exhausted from hiccups, he tried to stay awake, but he still couldn't hold back his sleepiness and fell asleep sweetly......

I don't know how long it took.

The small space began to squeeze one after another, and then, without any suspense, he was thrown into the cold and vast world.

There was a pain in his navel, and then a large, warm and wet towel wiped him one by one.

It took about 10 minutes for him to stumble to his feet before a warm, milky balloon hit him in the face.

His eyes could be opened, and he hurriedly raised his hand to see two delicate little black hooves...... He looked up, and a huge star-picking horse looked back at him tenderly, and continued to touch his face with a bulging "milk balloon......

"Who? aren't you bored? there's no end to it!?" he roared.

......

The next moment, Zhang Ning found that he was still the body of a buzzard, lying on the edge of the black rock beach.

"You~what the hell~ are you~what~ clan?" A deep voice asked slowly in the lingua franca of the demon clan, and it took a quarter of an hour to finish this whole sentence.

Zhang Ning didn't answer, he looked around and saw countless white bones piled up on the edge of the Black Rock Beach, which complemented the Black Rock Beach, black and white.

A small, sparkling snowflake gently landed on his beak, and then a large snowflake fell in a flutter.

"What kind of race are you, and why are you trapped here? The hard beak couldn't change the shape of the mouth, so Zhang Ning basically said these two sentences in a guttural voice, and his voice was sharp and hoarse.

"Black ~ Stone ~ Clan~" With the slow sound of words, the black stone beach in front of Zhang Ning trembled, as if some demon beast was about to break through the ground.

After more than a dozen breaths, a "hill" more than ten meters high protruded from the black stone beach, and the hill was embedded with smooth black stones the size of a podium, and its interior seemed to be composed of a huge gelatinous substance—it was not the jelly-like demon beast covered with gravel in the Xiuzhen Realm, this demon clan was more like a huge crystal mud stained with dark chocolate.

"I~we~continue~dream~~," suggested Hill Fluttering.