The golden light gathered the countless energies of heaven and earth, and everything returned to calm, and there was no longer an inexplicable feeling.

"Boy, how is it?" Li Changqing looked at Thirteen's surprised expression, thinking that he was still a child, and he could compare to this old monster who had lived for many years.

"This time you only saw one point, even such a little power, it is enough to suppress a world and trap a world. The old man said earnestly, and the runes under the strange wooden staff dispersed, and the inscriptions in heaven and earth disappeared.

His eyes were gloomy and his relaxed expression had disappeared, replaced by a wrinkled expression, Li Changqing lowered his head at this time and didn't know what he was thinking?

"Master Camel, this kind of power comes from the skeleton of the Ancient Beast of the Wilderness, will such a mysterious power be integrated into the body, will it cause discomfort?" Thirteen's eyes were calm, not lost by the temptation in front of him, and he asked cautiously one by one.

Strength is very important, strength can also change everything, but compared to life, he is still too slight, in the great wilderness, some people think that only strength is important, but Thirteen has already made a decision in his heart, only alive can everything be possible.

"Well, yes, if you want to get it, you have to pay, as for what to pay? Can you bear the price? That is your own choice, and no one can complete this life for you on the path of cultivation in the future. The old man replied in the affirmative, and at the same time pointed out the price to be paid.

"Boy, these are just your help on the road to success, as for how far you can fight in the future? ”

"The world you are standing in now is too small, the outside world is the place you should yearn for, only by going out, can you meet like-minded people in this life, can you understand what you really want?"

Li Changqing's eyes were shining, full of interest in the future world, his heart had long been impatient, and his eyes of hope no longer knew where to look.

"Thirteen, there are ten thousand ways of heaven and earth, ten thousand laws of the world, what path will you embark on, what kind of law will you practice? All things are at ease in people's hearts, you must remember, always remember. "Master Camel instructed Thirteen very solemnly, for fear that he would forget.

Only Old Man Li knows here that the Tao is born and the human law is self-created, and only by strengthening his own beliefs can he open up his own path in the future and create his own law.

The power that comes from relying on others is vain after all, everything in the world, fear the strong, worship the strong, everything in the world, changed by power, and bound by rules.

The strong create the rules, and the weak obey the rules, but those who create the rules, the masters of the cage, often ignore the rules and often break everything.

If the weak want to become strong, they must have a strong heart, and with the heart of the strong can they be fearless of the difficulties on the journey and the hardships on the road.

The old man and the old man once competed for hegemony in the world, traveled the world, witnessed countless ups and downs, and heard countless myths and legends.

Although they are now hidden in this corner of the village, their hearts have not been lost, their souls have not been extinguished, and they are also waiting, waiting for the trumpet from the end of heaven and earth to summon them to embark on a journey again.

To live now is to live in the future, to live for the dead brothers, for the blood and tears that have been shed, and for the faith that has not been erased.

Waiting for the battle between heaven and earth, waiting for the troubled times in the world, fighting the endless beacon fire, turbulent in the Pingna rivers and mountains, and singing the glory of the prosperous era in the opening of the world.

However, there is a certain number in heaven and earth, there is life and death in the world, life will die, the strong body will also decay, and the merciless time will wear out everything.

Only faith is immortal, only faith can be passed on, the stories passed down from generation to generation, and the glory that generations are proud of need to be inherited and sung.

So today there is everything that the Thirteen have seen, this mysterious power, this mysterious way of sacrifice, and the mysterious things sacrificed, all of which are a contest between life and death.

Seizing the vitality of all things, hunting the lives of all spirits, and harvesting everything in heaven and earth to strengthen a few bodies, although it is evil, this is an indisputable fact, this is the cruel reality, and it is a process that everyone must go through on the path of cultivation.

The roads opened up by countless sages and the territories conquered by countless ancestors can be abandoned, but can their own destiny be abandoned, and whether their future lives can be abandoned.

Hope, the future, so these are doomed to the struggle of this life, it is destined to kill today, the war is ruthless, the smoke is endless, born for war, die for war, this is the reincarnation of the fate of the Great Wilderness, and it is also the sorrow of the life of the Great Wilderness World.

And those mysterious wild beasts have become a cornerstone of human strength, a high platform made of blood and bones, and only by climbing that high platform can you look down on the world.

This world does not need sympathy, does not need compassion, the catastrophe of heaven and earth, the beacon fire in the world, the end of the troubled times that has long been doomed, only conquest and killing can calm everything.

This innate environment, and the acquired hatred, have already planted countless seeds, and have long taken root and sprouted under the watering of blood, these are bloody realities.

"Natural selection, the fittest survive, the strong give birth to the weak and die. ”

For these, the thirteen who had a child's heart resisted, he was afraid of timidity, afraid of losing, and timid, and his dreams came true.

The childhood dreams there, the gray sky, the bright red blood, and the sound of the sky and the earth drifting have long made Thirteen dare not look back, dare not recall the past.

"Master Camel, is it destined to be like this in this life, fate is destined to be irrefutable, and time is destined to be unchangeable?" asked in awe, looking forward to hearing what he wanted to hear.

"Life is in one's own body, luck is in one's own hands, time cannot be changed, but dreams can continue. ”

"Born as a human being, there is only a fight, waiting will only make time pass, waiting will only make life worthless, admit defeat to fate, that is just the choice of a bastard, men stand up to the sky, heroes have the ambition of the Quartet. ”

"Those kings of ancient and modern times have all challenged fate, even if someone is born to be a king, if he does not work hard the day after tomorrow, then the throne that sits high in the sky will not have a relationship with it. ”

"What is a king? He is not afraid of the present, he is not afraid of the future, he ignores the past, he only pays attention to the present, he is born for the present, and he fights for the present, so there is only the name of the king of the first generation and the name of the thousand autumns, how can there be a person who will not be destroyed through the ages. ”

The domineering language stirred in the old man's mouth, and his eyes were full of light looking at the world, and his heart was already in the sea of thousands of stars.

People are old, their hearts are not old, their blood is not extinguished, their fighting spirit is not lost, they ask about the disasters of heaven and earth, the disasters of the past and the present, from youth to the prime of life, from the prime of life to the twilight of life, who wants to surrender like this land, who wants to bow down to this day.

If it is useful to beg for mercy, why do the gods and Buddhas who are full of heavens sit high above the nine heavens, why do the gods who pray day and night not descend to the earth? Why don't they wash away the rolling torrent of this turbid world.