On the seventh day, the mountain began to change again.

However, this time is completely different from the previous ones, and the precursor of this change is not from the ground, but from the air.

There was a roar in the sky, and the dark clouds rolled in the roar, and a huge cyclone slowly appeared.

The underground lava erupted and rose into the sky like a fire dragon under the suction of the cyclone, which drove more than a dozen fire dragons to slowly rotate, forming a huge hourglass of flames.

The force that destroyed the world seemed to move the entire mountain away from the ground and turn it into ashes in the air.

The grass and trees were scorched, and the scorching heat wave made it impossible for them to breathe.

The fire dragon approached step by step, and countless pictures flashed through his mind one by one.

A monk walked in the distance, holding a bead that radiated a faint brilliance.

Yes, he was five years old.

The monk's nose is deep-eyed, the snail is towering, and the mouth spits Sanskrit sounds, no one can read it, and people either point fingers or avoid it.

The people saw the monk, but they saw the beads.

The beads, made of glass, crystal clear, there are the sun, moon and stars, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas in it, just like a small Qiankun.

What's even more amazing is that as long as the monk turns slightly, the sun and moon in the bead will shift and the mountains and rivers will be subverted, but in a moment it will return to calm, revealing a new universe.

If you find a monk, you have to exchange the sour fruit in your hand with the monk.

The monk's eyes were shining with joy in his heart, but he did not want sour fruit, but only stretched out a finger, put it in front of his mouth, handed the bead to Qu, turned around and floated away.

Abandoned the beads, ran home, did not know that hungry and tired hid behind the firewood room and secretly played for a whole day, Ren Grandpa shouted loudly, as if he was deaf.

When he was found the next day, he was sleeping soundly behind the pyre.

When I wake up, I feel all over my body: beads, my beads, where are my beads?

The hand was empty, and the beads were gone.

The whole village was turned over three times, not even a weed or a rat hole, but the beads were never seen.

In an instant, the sky was bright.

Lying on the ground, I felt indescribably comfortable in my heart.

Was this a dream? Or have I ...... He moved his hands and feet, and his clothes were still ragged and scarred.

Pinched himself hard, shivering in pain, this is not a dream.

The moment when he was engulfed by the earth fire and caught in the cyclone just now, he still remembers it clearly.

Obviously, the body was burned, twisted and torn apart, and it seemed to have turned into powder, why is it so good now?

Could it be that as he guessed, who was this mountain packed in a bead?

Is the cyclone a door that can go from one end of the bead to the other?

Where in the world is such a strange thing! I didn't have time to think about it, I turned over and sat up, only to find that I had come to an unbelievable world.

In the sky, the sun is shining, the auspicious clouds are blooming like lotus flowers, and the song of the five-colored giant bird is clear and soaring.

The surrounding mountains are surrounded by arches and waterfalls, the ancient trees in the forest are towering and the grass is green, and all kinds of unseen and unheard of exotic beasts are jubilant.

Yingyan is a person with a high pot of strange flowers, such as the sea blooming, and the wind sends bursts of fragrance, which makes people fascinated.

On the boulder a few zhang outside the body, a hollow giant tree lies horizontally, and its circumference is more than a hundred zhang.

In the hollow of the wooden heart, the three umbrella-shaped spirit grasses born in the red flame flame are not the "ancient food spirits" that the village chief said?

Abandon the ecstasy of the heart, run away, carefully pick it, and wrap it carefully and put it in your arms.

Qi Zheng looked around, and suddenly there was a tempting sweet fragrance wafting from the end of his nose, which was very different from the fragrance of the flowers, and Qi remembered that he had not eaten for three days.

He jumped lightly from the boulder, only to find that the earth where he landed was yellow and black, and there was long brown grass, which was quite elastic.

Following the fragrance and searching carefully, I found that in the depths of the grass, the long grass was lying down into a nest, and the thing in the nest was as big as a chicken, and the essence was shining, and the burst of sweet fragrance was emitted from it.

Qi Zheng wanted to pick up this thing, but suddenly felt trembling under him, buzzing in the air, Qi thought it was another mountain change, and hurriedly squatted down and grabbed the long grass.

But I saw several huge transparent wings growing out of the sea of flowers, bringing up a hurricane and lifting the entire meadow.

In just a moment, he was already in mid-air, and under him, what kind of grass was there, and it was a giant bee the size of a house.

It was not a small surprise to abandon this: where did such a giant bee come from, and how can it go on now?

The giant bee flew up, and it could easily be turned upside down from its body, but it seemed to be afraid, and it only dared to rise and fall, not to roll quickly.

The bee flew, and the giant birds in the air flocked to each other for food.

Abandoned on the back of the bee, but the iron beak and steel claws brought a gust of wind from the front door and the back of the head, and the sound of birdsong beside him was deafening, and it was even more dangerous than the rolling stone waves several times, secretly frightened.

The giant bee is very agile, and as it dodges, it flapps its wings rapidly and emits a rhythmic roar.

Not long after, countless giant bees swarmed from the sea of flowers on the ground to protect the bees.

The bee colony seems to have a division of labor, some of them resist the giant birds in the air, and some of them stretch out their blue and shining chelae to put the abandoned stingers down the back of the bees.

He could only wield a hunting knife with one hand and fight with a swarm of bees, and his left and right branches gradually became weaker.

At this moment, another giant bee attacked from behind, and he felt cold down his spine and hurriedly fell down.

There were three or four giant claws piercing at the top of his head at the same time, and there was no way to go, so he suddenly had a thought, reached out and grabbed the "chicken", and lifted it on his head.

The thing emitted a glorious light, and several giant bees actually collected the chela alive.

However, the speed was too fast, and the giant bee couldn't avoid it, but it still collided together, smashing towards the top of the abandoned head like a boulder.

In desperation, he shoved the "chicken" into his mouth, rolled on the spot, and jumped off the back of the giant bee.

The "chicken" was very strange, warm and squirming, and the fragrance was abnormal, which made people's tongues regulate, and it was abandoned and swallowed with a bang.

The bee colony was in chaos, flying up and down, abandoning the right time, with the help of hunting knives and bows and arrows, jumping from one bee's back to another, jumping down layer by layer.

Seeing that it was only a dozen zhang high from the ground, the sea of flowers suddenly disappeared.

But he had reached the end of the land, and there was an abyss of mist below, and he fell down like this.

I don't know how long it has been falling, and I don't know how deep this abyss is.

Until the darkness in his eyes was endless, and the sound of the wind whirring in his ears quietly disappeared.

Qi couldn't figure out whether he was falling or flying to another world, and he fainted in a daze.

In the haze, there seemed to be a light in the depths of the darkness that wrapped itself in the depths, as if it was drifting down the river back then.

In the dark, a giant eye slowly opened, and looked at the sleeping abandonment with a smile.

The top of the abandoned skull was faintly shiny, and a sun and moon-shaped mark appeared under the thick black hair.

The light in the imprint gradually gathered, forming a dazzling pillar of light that pierced into the sky.

The mountains and rivers shook, and the sky cracked, but in an instant everything was calm again.

In the imperial capital of Yuanyang, in the Tianji Building, the Tianji Disk was spinning wildly like a demon, and finally designated a place.

A voice came from behind the thick curtain, but it was the two of them playing chess, and one of them had a crisp and elegant voice: "Zhihei first, please!"

In the inner palace, Emperor Yang woke up from the dragon couch.

His clothes were soaked, and his face was covered with beads of sweat, and it was obvious that he had just sunk into a nightmare, and he was terrified.

"Someone...... I, I'm going to the Heavenly Machine Tower. ”

Emperor Yang took a breath and ordered the chamberlain to change his clothes in a hurry, but he changed into civilian clothes.

Emperor Yang entered the building and retired from the entourage.

Emperor Yang saluted behind the curtain, but before he could speak, the golden light on the curtain flashed, and a sun and moon-shaped mark appeared, but it was on the top of the head of a phantom.

Emperor Yang personally traced the shape of the imprint, and was about to ask questions, when the curtain flashed golden light again, and a huge picture of the mountains and rivers of the Yuanyang Empire appeared, with golden light like fingers, starting from the imperial capital, and finally falling in a barren land in the extreme west.

A black rain woke him up from his slumber, he rubbed his eyes and got up, discerning the direction, and he actually returned to the place where he had entered the mountain.

"How many days have I been asleep?

Abandon the heart tightened, jumped up, pulled out the strength and ran wildly.

With this force, he found that his body was as intact as ever, not only did he not see all the wounds in the mountain, but he seemed to have inexhaustible strength in his body.

If it weren't for the fact that the "Ancient Food Spirit" in his arms was still there, he would definitely think that everything that had happened in the past few days was just a big dream that he had made.

Closer, closer, Qi had already seen the poplar at the head of the village, saw Grandpa's hut, and even seemed to have heard Grandpa's long-lost laughter, but stopped abruptly.

Years of hunting have given him an instinct, an instinct to anticipate danger.

There was not a single light in the village, and it was as quiet as a cemetery.

Although the rain obscured everything, he could clearly smell the residual blood in the air.

No, something happened in the village!

Could it be a horse thief?

The target of the horse thief should be the caravan, there have been no horse thieves in the vicinity of the village for decades, after all, what good things can be in this kind of backcountry?

Is it a beast?

What beast is so ferocious that it kills the whole village without leaving it alive?

Retaliation by neighboring villages?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but he didn't pause under his feet, and he had quietly approached the hut.

The door of the house opened, and the scene in the hut was in full view, and the one lying on the ground twisted and lying was not Grandpa?

Abandoned the sorrow in his heart, jumped into the house, and helped Grandpa.

Grandpa's body is cold and stiff, and he has been dead for at least ten hours depending on his experience.

Grandpa's eyes were closed, his teeth were clenched, his face was covered with blood, and he must have experienced great pain before he died.

The scalp on the top of his skull was cut open with a sharp weapon, but it was a wound on his chest that was fatal.

The tendon of the wound was broken and fractured, and it seemed to be directly shocked by the strong impact of a blunt object and died of heart.

The cold light flashed in his eyes, and he gently put down Grandpa's body and looked around.

Except for the firewood room and windows, the objects in the room were still the same as before they left, and they were not turned.

There was still a little bit of dry food left for Grandpa, and it was hung at the head of the small bed.

There is still half a bowl of water left in the water bowl, I don't know if it was a kind neighbor or grandpa poured it himself.

It became clear that this was a premeditated killing.

The killer has a clear goal, experienced and clean shots, and is a killing machine with no human touch.

Abandon flashed out of the house, and the situation in the village was similar to what he expected, regardless of the old and the young.

There were traces of burning everywhere, and it was supposed that the fire was extinguished by a sudden heavy rain.

Strangely, the victims, including young children, were all scalped off the top of their skulls and died in a horrible state.

What are the killers looking for?

Could it be......

A chill swept through his heart.

Carefully inspect the wounds of the deceased, distinguish the traces left by the murderer, and basically restore the killing scene:

The murderers came from the east, but ten of them, all riding on the best horses of a hundred, and each of them carried a horse in rotation, which should have come and gone like the wind, running long distances, and had left here more than ten hours ago and turned back to the east.

In Grandpa's hand, he dragged a piece of the corner of the clothes, which was made of luxurious materials and embroidered with gold threads, which should have been torn from the clothes worn by the murderer.

The howl of the night wind, the torrential rain and heart-rending howls echoed across the wilderness.

Seventy-five graves for one whole night.

The tears that flowed from the discarded eyes were no longer tears, but blood.

All ten of his fingers, from the constant digging, have all fallen off their nails.

But he didn't feel pain, and hatred flowed in his blood, gushing out from every pore, turning into a sky-high battle intent:

It doesn't matter who you are, it doesn't matter where you are, wait for me, take your life!