A 'hum, hum' pant sounded in the desert, and Emperor Xuanyuan struggled to push a cart loaded with stones forward.

There is a black stone on the cart.

From a distance, it was dark, but if you stare at it carefully, after looking at it for a long time, you can see a few wisps of golden luster.

"Push hard," Ziyi urged.

The black stone was left behind after her transformation.

As the meteorite essence disembodied her, the rest of the impurities shed and turned into a pile of black stones.

This black stone is very hard, and it is of little use to others, but it is different to the Heavenly Evil Body.

Sharpen this black stone into a sword, nourished by Emperor Xuanyuan's evil qi, and turn it into a magic sword.

Bean-sized beads of sweat trickled down Xuanyuan Dihong's full forehead, slid across his thick black eyebrows, and hung on his fan-like eyelashes.

Emperor Xuanyuan blinked, sweat sliding down his cheeks that had seen fortitude for the first time.

Han Ya wanted to step forward to help, but was stopped by Ziyi.

"You can't help him, in this world, no one can accompany anyone forever!"

The purple clothes looked indifferent, as if shrouded in white mist, making it impossible to see what was hidden inside.

This feeling of not being able to touch it is really chilling and the hairs stand on end.

Han Yao turned around, held the sword in one hand, and looked at Ziyi coldly, "Who the hell are you?!"

"Who am I," Ziyi smiled, "You don't care." ”

Han Ya's face changed, and he suddenly drew a knife on the neck of the purple cloth, "Who are you?"

Ziyi stretched out two fingers to clamp the tip of Han Ya's knife, and removed the blade with absolute strength.

It's so strong!

Han Yao gritted his teeth, and the hand holding the knife was shaking.

"I said it," Ziyi suddenly put away his smiling face, and his subordinates strained slightly, "You don't care." ”

Her voice is warm, like spring water in March, warm and dissolving, and seems to be able to warm people's hearts.

The sword in Han Ya's hand came out uncontrollably and flew down on the wasteland in the distance, making a 'bang' sound.

Hearing a sound behind him, Emperor Xuanyuan turned his head.

Han Ya stared blankly at the sword stuck in the ground in the distance, his eyelids twitching.

Emperor Xuanyuan was silent and continued to move towards the hill not far away.

He knew early on that the power of the purple cloth was unfathomable.

If Ziyi wanted to attack him, he and Han Ya could only wait to be killed.

And, in a quarter of an hour, in a quarter of an hour, he was going to push the cart up the hill.

The ground was scorched by the scorching sun, the sand burned the feet, and every step was very difficult.

Emperor Xuanyuan Hong looked at the small hill ten feet high in the distance, and his dark eyes were neither happy nor angry.

I've climbed too many hills like this, and I'm already numb.

"Okay, let's push it here today," Ziyi suddenly said as she approached the hill, "The stone will be left behind, and the cart will be pushed back." ”

Emperor Xuanyuan was surprised for a moment, didn't say anything, shook his arm, and poured the stones on the cart down.

The fat on his arms swayed with the movement.

Ziyi was a little surprised.

The ghost sent the handle of the knife to slap the fat meat hanging under Emperor Xuanyuan Hong's fat arms.

"Your fat body has grown white," Ziyi said, looking meaningfully at the black stones on the ground.

Xuanyuan Emperor Hong's face turned black when he heard this.

He was heartbroken before, he didn't have much appetite, and Ziyi had been encouraging him, otherwise, how could he grow fat on this body...... Meat?!

Now she laughed at him.

It's a pity that he was born with a good strength, and even the bronze tripod used for royal sacrifice can be lifted effortlessly, but he can't lift such a black stone.

Emperor Xuanyuan pursed his lips depressedly, and stared at the purple clothes with a pair of black and white eyes.

Ziyi looked away a little weakly in Emperor Xuanyuan's complaining eyes, "Okay, I'm going to start forging the sword, you two leave quickly!"

The warm sunlight shines on the body, warm and very comfortable.

After the two of them left, Ziyi picked up a small black stone, shook it, and threw it into the air.

The white light flashed.

Just hear the sound of metal clashing.

The purple clothes and black stones fell to the ground at the same time, and the sword she held in her hand had a hole and faintly cracked.

And on the black stone, there is not even a trace left.

Ziyi smiled faintly.

You're cheap, Regulus boy.

With a wave of his hand, under a transparent light purple light mask, the world suddenly became cold for a moment.

It's like being in an ice cellar on a hot summer day.

Han Ya and Xuanyuan Dihong sensed the change in the weather at the same time, and both of them were stunned.

Emperor Xuanyuan frowned, and after a pause, he continued to walk forward.

Han Ya stood in place and felt quietly for a while, and quickly followed Xuanyuan Emperor Hong, "Master, there is no water in the team, why should Crow find some water elsewhere?"

Emperor Xuanyuan looked at the sky covered with fish-scale clouds, and silently pushed the cart forward.

Han Ya was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled and disappeared silently.

Han Yao returned to the hill where he was separated from the purple cloth.

There was nothing in front of the hills.

Where did it go?

Han Yao held his breath and cautiously circled the hill twice, but did not find the purple clothes.

The air around him suddenly warmed up, and for a moment it was as if he was in a steamer, and Han Ya was secretly shocked in his heart, knowing that he had entered the purple coat.

However, at this point, there is no room for regret.

After all, it was his recklessness that offended the masters.

Thinking of this, Han Yao did not run away, and respectfully knelt on the ground and kowtowed twice.

Ziyi lowered his eyes and looked at Han Ya, who was kowtowing knowingly on the ground to admit his mistake, smiled, and the black-gold flame in his palm gradually turned to the black stone floating on his side.

The temperature around the body drops sharply.

Han Yao froze and waited for half an hour.

There was a 'crackling' burning sound in midair, and a lump of black fluid fell.

Han Ya's breath stagnated, kowtowed again to thank him for not killing, and fled far away.

It was not easy for Xuanyuan Dihong to return to the team.

The two soldiers escorting the prisoner saw that only Xuanyuan Dihong was pushing the empty cart and rushed back in embarrassment, and laughed again and again.

Xuanyuan Dihong trained for a day, sweating all over, as if he had been fished out of the water.

The thin-faced soldier glanced at Xuanyuan Dihong, and his eyes fluttered on the four prisoners who were weak in the corner.

The four prisoners were glanced at by him, and they immediately trembled, cheered up, and ran towards Xuanyuan Emperor Hong.

The four prisoners missed Xuanyuan Dihong, climbed into the cart, and lay down staggered, shouting that they couldn't walk anymore and wanted someone to pull them.

Originally, there were seven prisoners in total, but one was killed in a group fight, and the soldiers with knives went up and stabbed two with one sword, and there were four left.

These four people don't seem to want to live anymore......

Emperor Xuanyuan's eyes sank.

He is indifferent by nature, and he has been pretending to be unable to see any clues in the past few years, but these days under the guidance of Ziyi, intentionally or unintentionally, his nature has gradually been released.

His face sank suddenly, as if a bubbling cold was rushing out of his indifferent face, like an evil ghost to choose someone to devour.

Not only the prisoners on the cart, but even the skinny monkey-faced soldiers on their horses were shocked.

Moved uneasily, the thin monkey looked at the burly scarface leader on his side, sat up straight, and scolded Xuanyuan Emperor Hong with a fierce look, "What a who doesn't know whether to live or die! You know, if you hadn't pushed the cart away, these people wouldn't be tired like this!"

Completely ignoring the fact that a horse was tired and the cart had been abandoned, the more the thin monkey said, the more he felt justified, "You caused these people to be tired and half dead on foot, and now you are back,"

The thin monkey smirked, "Then you can pull them on the road!"

Emperor Xuanyuan pulled his gaze back, and his gaze fell straight on the thin monkey's face.