The sword qi roared, and the snow fell.

There was a blank in my brain.

In front of him was a bitterly cold wind.

Ning Yi fell to the ground heavily, and he couldn't feel the pain...... The wind swept by, and after a moment, he opened his eyes in amazement, and before him was a blue dome, as blue as a wash, and after the snowspouts had passed, the sky over the entire grassland was as clear as the sea.

He stood up with difficulty in his arms, and stood with a staggering sword, a little cloud still echoing in the air, but it could no longer take shape, and the catastrophe was menacing, but it ended in such a ridiculous and real appearance.

Ning Yi touched his cheeks, grinning a little, the feminine general who was sweeping the formation, his arrows were unparalleled, the arrows were deep and fierce, just by rubbing his cheeks, his body was oppressed and shattered, and blood was falling down.

There is also the double-knife general who fought in the flesh, and suffered the loss of his "mountain scroll", if there was no endless supply, Ning Yi would be suppressed everywhere in the battle.

As for the python-robed prince who shot last.

Ning Yi still had some lingering palpitations until this moment, if it wasn't for the dissipation of this snowspout "just right", what would happen if he was hit by the sword light after the sword box was opened?

He kind of understood...... Why can this snow tornado continue from 2,000 years ago to the present, the lucky ones who are "lucky" to encounter this "catastrophe" are already extremely difficult to escape, as for seeing these three ancient generals who dragged the coffin, even if they have the strength of the life star realm, they are also nine deaths, let alone to uncover the secrets in the ancient coffin of the Lionheart King.

Ning Yi only felt tired, he pressed his hands on the hilt of the fine snow sword, and limped in the direction he came.

The "Lionheart King Crystal" in the divine pool made a tremor sound of regret and loss.

This "snow tornado" is hard to find, Ning Yi met the beginning at the beginning, met the end again, and appeared in the "Heavenly God Plateau" next time, I don't know what year and month it is, and whether there is a chance to meet it?

Sensing the idea of this divine crystal, Ning Yi shook his head with a wry smile.

He can also feel that this is a "big opportunity".

It's a pity that the word fate is unpredictable.

It may be that the time has not come.

Ning Yi rubbed his abdomen with one hand, lowered his head, looked inwardly at the divine crystal, and said helplessly: "I disappointed you...... When I refine the character scroll and encounter that ancient coffin again, I will definitely not let it run away again. ”

......

......

"Bless the vultures. ”

The snow flowed and murmured, and Tian Yu squatted beside a small river, picked up a puff of snow water with both hands, and slowly washed away the blood stains on his face.

The convoy stopped here to rest, and a large amount of cargo was abandoned when the snow tornado came, which greatly reduced the weight of the whole team, greatly increased the speed, and finally escaped in extreme thrill under the pursuit of the snow tornado.

But it also means...... They lost a lot of goods, resources.

Many people's expressions were in a trance, still frightened, the disaster just now was too terrifying, and the tornado and snow tide that devoured the sky and the earth were still vivid.

Gao Hua squatted beside Tian Yu, the young guard who guarded the old man of the prophet, who was seriously wounded in the abdomen

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, was stabbed by the horns of the bull, and his face was a little pale.

"Two brothers died. ”

Tian Yu's expression didn't show any fluctuations, he lowered his eyelids and didn't speak, but silently increased the intensity of wiping his cheeks.

All the way from the remote place of the plateau, thousands of miles to travel here, encountered several dangers on the way, the original team of seventy or eighty people, now there are only more than fifty left.

"If there is no 'that person'...... We're all dead. Tian Yu took a deep breath, he pressed his hands on the cold and wet frozen soil by the river, and looked at the sparkling river, the face that had become handsome after washing away the blood, but the face was numb.

Gao Hua muttered, "Two people died...... It's already pretty good. ”

He reproached himself, "If only I could have found out earlier." ”

"It's my responsibility. Tian Yu patted him on the shoulder, stood up, he looked behind him, in this convoy, there were young "seeds" of snow vultures, children between five and ten years old, about twenty people, and some women, the old people were still living in the wilderness to the west, those old people were too old to move, they chose to sacrifice themselves, in exchange for the future of the young people...... In the western wilderness of the Celestial Plateau, at the end of the edge of the grassland, there was a plague in their original "hometown", many clansmen died of strange diseases for no reason, the rules formulated by the eight surnames were greater than the sky in this grassland, and the small tribes on the grassland were not allowed to move without authorization.

In this convoy, all the clansmen have a faint "snow vulture blood" flowing in their bodies, and the people on the grassland are not accepted by the two worlds...... It is because of the bloodline, and the so-called eight surnames are the eight forces that are divided because of the difference in bloodline, and these eight forces gallop across the grassland, each with one side.

Tian Yu's eyes looked at the carriage of the Prophet.

The elders of the clan all chose to stay there with their last lives, and the Prophet had made that choice before, but his identity was different...... If it weren't for the Prophet, this tiny army of snowy vultures would have been buried in the ground of the savannah.

The carriage is a little broken, but the problem is not big, the secret pattern left by the vulture clan has not been broken, this secret pattern has saved the life of the prophet, if there is no secret pattern, this section is at the front of the team, and the carriage that is facing the snow tornado will be shattered in the first time.

Recalling the details of that scene, I still have some lingering palpitations.

A warm temperature came from Tian Yu's shoulder, and he was stunned for a long time, until an old palm slapped his shoulder, and the young man came back to his senses and saw that the prophet had come to his side at some point.

The old man said softly, "I don't blame you...... Natural disasters and visions on the grassland occur from time to time, and if there is no strong cultivator to protect the array, then you have to be extra careful, and sometimes...... Natural disasters cannot be avoided. ”

Tian Yu pursed his lips.

The Prophet's face looked much better, and the old man, who had been drowsy and had spent most of his time resting in the carriage, did not need to be supported at this time.

The old man squatted down with great difficulty, but his movements were not blocked, he held a handful of water energetically and gently wiped his withered cheeks.

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The old man said softly: "Draw water here, we still have enough edible water to use, we can extend the journey a little, hunt wild animals halfway, and don't worry about resources." ”

Gao Hua said cautiously: "Your body ......"

The old man shook his head and said, "You don't have to think about me, send them to their destination and let them live......

As he spoke, the Prophet stretched out a hand and pointed lightly to the lower reaches of the river, the children were silently squatting by the river, most of them were still in a solemn environment, surviving in adversity, fleeing in life and death, these children's state of mind was no longer the same as that of normal peers, they had just escaped death from a snowspondi, like a sword that had opened the light, a knife that had seen blood, these were the smartest children in the tribe.

"They are the future. ”

The old man smiled lightly, his expression was both bitter and relaxed.

"Don't forget what we've sacrificed all the way for. The prophet patted the shoulders of the young men on the left and right, and said with a smile: "What's more, my health is very good. ”

Tian Yu also discovered this.

He saw with his own eyes the picture of the "strange man" giving a "gift" to the Prophet, and when he was very young, he once saw a certain big man with the eight surnames taking away a "proud son of heaven", and he also had such a picture of "gifting" at the beginning, giving the power in his blood to others.

Gao Hua saw the picture of "Ning Yi" fighting against the snowspout, although it was blurry, it was still shocking.

He now felt more and more that the Prophet had picked up this strange man as a stroke of genius, and after the fear of escaping death had passed, he couldn't help but ask.

"Do you know who that person is?"

The prophet did not speak, but turned his gaze to Tian Yu, his eyes were complicated.

Tian Yu was stunned.

Gao Hua rang out suddenly, and Tian Yu said when he escaped from the snow tornado at the end of the carriage.

Urle-Etu.

The wind and snow were so strong that they almost flooded an entire carriage, and the majestic force pushed him forward quickly, and the pain of the wound that almost pierced his abdomen made the sound in his ears ethereal.

But he could only hear Tian Yu's muttering clearly.

Urle-Etu...... This is the name that every steppe person knows.

Two thousand years ago, that great monarch conquered an entire plateau of gods with a great mind, and all the eight surnames surrendered.

For example, today's Shen Prairie is turbulent, the forces of all parties are changing drastically, wrestling, even if the upper three surnames and the lower five surnames are divided, but there is still no unified eight surnames of the "Great King" appeared...... the name of "Ulle-Etu" has become a legend, a story that is gradually remembered, and gradually forgotten, the iron hooves of the eight surnames go around between the two worlds, and there are deep-rooted contradictions between each other, and no matter which "king", it is not qualified to become a "Great King".

Tian Yu muttered, when he was at the back of the convoy, did he hear these five words?

When he was stunned, a familiar and unfamiliar figure squatted down beside him, scooped a handful of water at random, and wiped his somewhat embarrassed face.

The somewhat jerky prairie language rang in his ears.

"Urle-Etu...... Who is it?"

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