Huge city, built on the hill.

The walls are made entirely of huge stones carved with various patterns. Some are like flowers blooming, some are like real dragons swimming, and real phoenixes spreading their wings.

The lines are full of strange light, and there is a strange but powerful aura that permeates them.

The Cowherd walked in it, admiring all the way.

The loneliness of the human race after Yan Huang left is completely invisible here.

Exquisite animal skins, and huge crystal teeth hanging into jewelry. Flowers are blooming, and there are wonderful divine sounds wandering between the cities.

There are words lingering in my ears.

"Lady Yuexia is singing again. ”

"Every time I listen to Mrs. Yuexia sing, I have a different feeling. ”

"Thanks to Lady Yuexia and Lord Gu Yu, otherwise there would be no such paradise for us. ”

"I really hope that these immortal couple can become enlightened and protect us forever. ”

"It is said that Lady Yuexia is a contemporary saint of the elf clan, and Xuanyin Yuehua is by her side. ”

"That kind of sacred tree can only be owned by a strange woman like Lady Yuexia, right?"

......

Moonlight.

A white sacred tree stands tall on the mountain. The bright moonlight hangs lightly on the branches. The foliage is pervasive, revealing the radiance of holiness. There was a crescent moon looming among the foliage. The bright light seemed to have another bright moon on the ground.

The Cowherd stood halfway up the mountain, looking at the two bright moons in the sky. Yuehua exudes a cool breath, but it is not as cold as in the mountains, but it makes him feel warm physically and mentally. Even the newly born air currents in the body seem to be a lot thicker.

There was a gentle singing voice coming from a slight height. The voice is pleasant, like a fairy on a moonlit night.

The Cowherd couldn't help but be a little intoxicated, closed his eyes and listened softly, which was like a fairy song from the sky.

Moonlit night, singing. Lady of the Mountains.

The cool cold breeze carries the warmth that makes people fascinated. The song is graceful and flutters in the wind.

The Cowherd couldn't help but open his eyes, and he suddenly wanted to see the true face of the singer. But I'm afraid of the abrupt beauty. has always been bold, but there is an inexplicable greenness. He was not a hesitant person after all, and slowly raised his steps. The footsteps were light, and not a single sound was heard.

Walking past this lush giant tree, there is a faint light in front of you.

Through the afterglow, I can see clearly that a twenty-eight girl is sitting on a branch.

The slender legs rippled slightly, and the light and ghost light rippled together. The pointed ears show a small head between the dense green silk, like rabbit ears, but with a touch of wonder.

The pupils are like the moon, and the pink lips are dazzling. The cowherd is crazy.

The girl's singing echoed. The cowherd looks out under the shade of the trees.

The picture seems to freeze.

Nangong Fan, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but think to himself, this Cowherd is really a seed of infatuation, if it is not bad, what he has experienced now is the memory of the Cowherd, but the picture he remembers most is actually this picture.

Don't love the country and love the beauty?

A voice called to interrupt the cowherd's intoxication.

The girl's voice snapped. The aftermath lingers, entangled in the heart of the cowherd. "My name is Tsukiori, can you still come and listen to me sing next time?"

"My name is Cow. I'll definitely come next time. ”

The girl's "giggle" laughter faded away, as if she was amused by the name. The family came to her, and she rarely had an audience like her mother. She didn't want her family to know about her little world.

The cowherd looked at the girl's back as she gradually faded away and disappeared between the mountains and forests. You are like a fairy in the sky.

When will we see you next time?

Nangong Fan's heart trembled, and the picture in front of him fluctuated, as if it was about to end, and he hurriedly stabilized his mind.

Although he had already guessed, he still couldn't help himself when he really confirmed that this was the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in galactic myths and legends.

Legend has it that the Weaver Girl is a descendant of the Heavenly Emperor.

At this time, it was just after Yan Huang left. Could it be that the girl is the daughter of one of Yao Shunyu? But I haven't heard that Yao Shunyu has descendants, could it be that the human emperor who has had a sad life and mixed reviews?

No matter how Nangong Fan's heart fluctuates, the Cowherd lives a life of three points and one line. Go out of the city to hunt demon beasts in the realm of human morality. Exchange things such as demon pills and animal skins for spirit stones. Pay the spirit stone to listen to the lectures of the spiritual powerhouses in the city. I arrived at the place on time every night and waited for the cute and beautiful girl to appear.

Spring goes and autumn comes. Winter is coming.

The castle called "Gu" is not lonely because of the cold winter, but is more lively. This place is guarded by formations, but it is an excellent place to withstand the cold winter.

The Cowherd was a little uneasy, since he absorbed the young grass that looked like a real dragon, he was extremely sensitive and could clearly feel the existence of the crisis. This inexplicable induction allowed him to escape death several times when he went out to hunt demons.

He frowned slightly, looking up at the icy blue sky. He hadn't seen the elf girl once in the past few months, and he felt a little regretful in his heart.

He said very little, even if he was gifted, he would sink into the sea like a stone, and there would be no trace. He chose to trust his instincts. He chose to leave this safe place. After all, the girl was like a phantom in a dream, and she would never come again.

The Cowherd simply packed his things and traveled away wrapped in his backpack. In the ancient city full of flowers, without the singing voice of Mrs. Yuexia, I always feel that something is missing. The lively ancient city always feels very depressing in the eyes of the cowherd.

The Cowherd stood at the city gate and glanced back. The high mountain peak, like a dream, is hard to say goodbye to here. He turned around and took a step, the feeling of crisis like a thorn in the thorn, making him wish to have a pair of wings on his back.

The crowded city gates are devoid of fireworks in winter.

As far as the eye can see, it is an icy blue, and it is one with the sky.

The giant tree, covered in silver, was bent down under pressure.

The Cowherd didn't know how far he could go, but the feelings in his heart were urging him to leave quickly. He was one step away from stepping out of the ancient city. The right leg stiffened in mid-air, and the cowherd's face was ugly.

He saw that there was a thread in front of him that was connected to the icy blue earth, which was almost invisible to the naked eye, and he would have been negligent if it were not for a trance.

He was no longer as ignorant as before, and he understood that this was the pattern of the formation.

The formation has enveloped the ancient city.

It's late!

The cowherd's face sank, wrapped the package on his body, retracted his steps and fled back.

Since you didn't go out early, let's blend into the crowd and look for a chance to escape.

There was an eerie gray glow in the sky. The ice-blue sky turned overcast. There was a cloudy wind, mixed with cold wind and snowflakes, it was so beautiful.

The cowherd's house at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the sky. "Why Terran?"

Why would it be the Terrans who came to attack the Terran city? Cowherd didn't understand from the bottom of his heart.

"You've made a decision. An indifferent voice sounded from the top of the mountain and resounded in everyone's mind.

The city resounded one after another, shouts of "Lord Gu Xu!"

Lord Gu Yu is the god of war in their hearts, sheltering them, and tearing countless demons who have offended this city, what is this storm this time?

The cowherd's eyes froze. He only saw a dozen big demons covering the sky and the sun in the clouds, and their hideous faces were so terrifying. The dense figure stood on top of the body of the great demon that he could only look up to in the past.

Most items of clothing have the same logo.

Sword & Ding!

The cowherd's heart sank. Xuanyuan Sword and Shennong Ding!

Yan Huang's former weapon!

These people are from the Human Palace!

"Gu Yu, you colluded with the elves and stole the Xuanyin Yuehua, can you be guilty?" The uninvited guest came out thinking that he was a man in the prime of life, his pupils were full of evil clouds, and he looked at the top of the mountain with a smile.

"Hehehe, I have already seen your face in what happened to the barbarians. This winter is extremely cold, and the barbarians you forced to the north will have to die for an unknown number of people. You must know that it is the autumn of the survival of the human race! It's a pity, it's a pity. I just want to know what happened to Yao Shunyu, is he crazy or dead?" Gu Yu's faint voice echoed between heaven and earth.

"Demon, Hugh is talking nonsense. A gray-robed figure stepped forward, passing over the middle-aged man who was full of evil intent, and a sword light rose from his waist.

The sword emerges, shining brightly, covering the sky and the earth, and it cannot compete with it in winter.

The sound of swords rang out all around the city.

Countless people with swords had extremely ugly faces, trying to grasp the long sword that was flying upwards from themselves, but they were powerless. It was like the supreme appearance of the sword, and all the swords went to worship.

The brilliance of a sword is greater than that of a mountain.

The edge slashed down, cutting through time and space, and slashing straight at the top of the mountain.

The long sword that flew from the ground roared, and it followed like ten thousand arrows.

"The Vast Sword Palace is really going back more and more. There is no longer the sword bone of the past. The sound of tsk echoed from the top of the mountain.

The sword was more bloody, and the momentum was even stronger, as if it was about to cut the mountain peak in two.

The sword that flew up was filled with all kinds of light, trembling, and about to send out its last afterglow.

"Get out. A rolling word fell from the top of the mountain.

Mountains and rocks rolled, the heavens and the earth shook, and mushroom clouds exploded from the sky.

A word shatters. In a word, it is a word.

The brilliance of the sword dimmed. The trembling sword extinguished its brilliance and fell from the sky.

The gray-robed man's body cracked, retreating involuntarily in the sky, mottled blood stains dotted the sky.

"You're going to take that step?" a hoarse voice sounded, blood gushing from its mouth and nose.

This sentence caused some riots among the people on the big demon.

Several more figures stepped forward.

"Unfortunately, not yet. A white-robed figure walked slowly from the top of the mountain. In his left hand, he held a beautiful shadow of flowers adorning his body.

His face was pale, and his empty right hand seemed strangely illusory, as if it was no longer in this space.

Not like humans, more like ghosts without bodies.

His pale face was indescribably free, and the dark light stretched his shadow into a huge one, like a god, facing more than a dozen figures exuding vigorous momentum. "Xia'er, how long has it been since we've fought side by side?"

"Husband, are you scared?" the woman beside her laughed softly.

"Afraid?" a faint laugh resounded through the sky, "What is that?"

"With her husband by her side, Xia'er is not afraid. The two of them clasped each other tightly with their big and small hands. It seems that there will never be a separation.

"You better go to hell and be a pair of outlaw mandarin ducks!"

Swords, guns.

Knife marks, piano sounds.

The brilliance of all colors replaced the brilliance of the sun.

Straight to this pair of immortal couples who make heaven and earth have to be jealous.

"The vastness is one. ”

"Heaven and earth are vast, and I am the only one. ”

"My sword, the mark of heaven. ”

"Requiem. ”

"Fist shatters mountains and rivers. ”

......

The peerless learning that once resounded throughout the human race came towards Gu Yu.

The heavens and the earth trembled, and the mountains collapsed. Black fragments, causing boundless turbulence. The entire ancient city was riddled with holes in an instant.

"Run. ”

"Run. ”

One after another, shouts and shouts.

No one dared to watch under such a fight. The threat of death, the people of the old city who were lazy in the past, poured out of the city gates. But they didn't know that this was an isolated city. Someone betrayed the ancient city and carved the formation. No one can escape this city!

This history will be buried in ruins. Later generations will only think that this is the beast tide that has been raging, and no one knows that the group of people in the sky has come.

The Great Demon came out of the clouds. Countless standard heavenly soldiers came from the sky. The symbol of the sword and the tripod seemed so sarcastic.

The palace of the people who have always sheltered the human race has bared its hideous fangs to its own people!