Qiu Yan walked in the wind and sand, moving forward silently. There was an eerie and desolate aura in the barren valley, and that invisible but unusually chaotic feeling, but strangely, he seemed completely unaffected by it.

As he gradually descended into the middle of the barren valley, the terrain in the valley became more and more chaotic, and the ground was full of large and small cracks, crisscrossing and terrifying, as if there had been a terrible catastrophe here a long time ago, and the powerful force raged here, leaving a trace of eternal pain in this valley.

And the ground under his feet, the color gradually changed, from the initial lifeless lead gray color, began to turn into a series of scorched black and dark red traces, and the deeper into the valley, the deeper and darker these two colors became, looking at the past to give people a strange illusion, as if this barren valley was also alive, but at some point it was stabbed fiercely, and endless blood flowed, and after drying up, it became so ugly and terrible.

All these terrible 'bloodstains' are radiating outward, and the root of it all lies in the circular clearing in the center of the valley.

Qiu Yan slowly walked here.

The wind and sand blew past him, swept up his clothes, and floated slightly.

In his line of sight, as the wind and sand slowly fell, a figure appeared in front of him.

The man didn't stand, but bent down to look for something, carrying a bamboo basket behind his back, and there were some spiky green plants in it, which Qiu Yan recognized as medicinal herbs.

What flows in the ravine is the long river of years, the afterglow of the sunset on the yellowed skin, how many glorious years he has witnessed, and how many years like water. The old man was emaciated and emaciated, with deep wrinkles on his neck and brown spots on his cheeks, which spread from the sides of his face, and his hands were often roped to pull fish, leaving deep scars. But none of these scars are new. They are as old as eroded places in deserts where there are no fish to hunt. Everything about him seemed ancient, except for the eyes, which were as blue as the sea, pleasant and unyielding, and looked unusually tall.

He stood there at odds with the barren valley, with his back to Qiu Yan, looking at this side of the world.

After a while, the wind and sand rose again, and his figure became a little blurred again, and in the wind, Qiu Yan opened his mouth, gentle and gentle.

"Old sir. ”

Qiu Yan stood two feet away from the person, looking at the back of the person in front of him with complicated eyes. In this barren mountain range, the cold atmosphere is getting thicker, but there is such an old man walking in the middle of it, which undoubtedly makes people feel very weird. Although the wind and sand and dust were still fluttering at the moment, the old man's every move could still be observed with the naked eye.

Maybe it was because he didn't wait for the old man's reply for a long time after greeting, he lifted the straw hat figure and turned slowly with some difficulty, looking at Qiu Yan, and then there seemed to be a smile, he beckoned and said softly. "Son, where to go, this is not where you should be. ”

Heaven and earth suddenly held their breath, the wind and sand suddenly stopped, and there was silence in the barren valley for an instant.

.....

At the edge of the barren valley, the little wolf cub was already frightened by the behemoth's side, especially when it saw the huge head turn around, slowly leaning down, and the pair of terrifying and shining giant eyes approaching, it trembled all over.

From this huge figure, there was an unusually powerful aura, which made the little wolf cub feel awe and fear from the bottom of his heart, and even at this moment, it could barely cry out, and could only lie on the ground and tremble.

The wind and sand blew and stopped, the dust fell, and a huge head slowly emerged from behind the wind and sand, reaching out in front of the little wolf cub.

'Siss'

The little wolf cub felt that one of the eyes on this huge head might be bigger than its own, so much so that it didn't even see what kind of monster it was.

And the huge shadow, after glancing at the little wolf cub, stared for a moment, and then let out a low 'Sisi' call, as if disdainful, and seemed to have no interest, and lazily turned its head back again.

It was at this time that the little wolf cub was frightened for a while, and finally saw the figure in front of him.

It was a huge python, its color was so integrated with the surrounding rocks that it would not be noticeable for a moment if you didn't look closely, and even more than humans could have imagined, and I don't know how many years it had lived. But the strangest thing is that on the head of this giant python, a strange placenta was born, like a small flower, with a luster as warm as jade under the refraction, and there is a faint spiritual flash.

Beneath the edge of the stone wall, a huge python lay lazily on the ground, and beside it, a pitifully small little wolf cub was cowering and hiding aside.

Seeing that the python looked lazy from just now, and didn't seem to want to pay attention to his appearance, the little wolf cub finally calmed down a little after the initial panic, and after the python turned its head back, it seemed to be dozing off again, the little wolf cub tightened his body, and then slowly moved back little by little.

It moved with great caution, as if it was afraid to alarm the behemoth with the slightest noise, but somewhat unfortunately, although the little wolf cub was silent as it retreated, at this moment suddenly from the edge of the vast valley there was a sudden explosion like a thunderous explosion, followed by an intermittent roar.

"Lejin.. Liang Qiuyan.. Still .. Noodles.."

The roaring sound wave seemed to be like a substance, forming a sonic effect, instantly rolling up thousands of dusty sand, like a storm swept in, and then hit the hard stone wall directly.