The firewood knife that appeared in Yang Yu's hand was full of patina, and there were countless gaps at the edge.

Yang Yu raised the firewood knife in his hand and looked at it a few times, and smiled lightly, he was born in a small rural village, where the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and as early as a very early age, he followed his own adults up the mountain to chop firewood.

With the progress of the times, going up the mountain to cut firewood has been considered to destroy the ecological balance, coupled with the improvement of living standards, the matter of cutting firewood has become very unusual for many people.

Yang Yu didn't expect that today, he would have the same opportunity as when he was a child.

His body took a step forward, recalling the picture of chopping wood with his mother when he was a child, his body bowed slightly, and the firewood knife in his hand slashed at the roots of these thorns.

"Poof!"

Although there are many gaps on the knife, when it falls on the roots of these thorns, it is still very sharp, and with a hula, many thorns were directly broken by Yang Yu, Yang Yu flattened these thorns with a knife, and stepped on them.

"Bang la la la!"

The rain fell without warning, washing away the thorns that had been broken by Yang Yu, and the rain made Yang Yu's work more difficult again, because the appearance of the rain gave birth to a white mist among the thorns in front of him.

Covered by the mist, Yang Yu's vision was restricted, which made him unable to accurately find the root of the thorns many times, and these thorns became more difficult to deal with.

The pair of straw sandals were gone for some time, and Yang Yu's feet stepped directly on the ground.

The feet that were in close contact with the ground were already covered with dense wounds, in fact, not only on the feet, but also on Yang Yu's whole body, in these cases, in the end, maybe he would bleed to death.

"Whew!"

Yang Yu wiped the sweat from his head, turned around and glanced behind him, the path he opened up was not swallowed by the white mist, or the mysterious white mist could not swallow the path he opened up, because he was the pioneer.

As long as he is still here, he is the master, and no matter how bold these white mist are, he will not dare to devour the master's things.

At this moment,

Yang Yu can even learn from anime and shout, I have the final say on this road!

But he didn't, he was a little tired.

It's the same in body and soul!

At this moment, he had forgotten what he had come here for, and was immersed in the matter of opening the way.

His eyes became a little cloudy,

In the past, many people successfully picked up the firewood knife, and only a very small number of these people could successfully carry the word thorns, and more people died of exhaustion on the road.

At this moment, Yang Yu is the same, he has forgotten the purpose of his coming here, once he can't remember, he is not a pioneer, but a scavenger.

A scavenger can't take on the mission of thorns, and can only die of exhaustion on the road.

Inherit the grace of the predecessors and open peace for future generations.

This is the idea of thorns, the road full of thorns is the grace of the predecessors, and now to open the way is to open the way for future generations, but if you lose yourself in opening the way, then there is only the road of death.

There are many people who can walk through the thorny path, and there are many people who can pick up a knife to open the way, but there will be very few people who want to understand the meaning of doing so, and most of them have fallen in this place.

Mo Wen didn't lie to Yang Yu, this place is really a secret, and it is the most important secret. Mo Xiang has been here for many years, and his most important duty is to guard this land of inheritance.

As long as this place remains, then the foundation of the City of Thorn Glory will still exist, but if this place is gone, then the name of Thorn will eventually disappear from this world.

This city of glory should not have given birth to a new Thorn member in thirty years,

The lack of green and yellow is one of Mo Xiang's biggest headaches.

Yang Yu mechanically waved the firewood knife in his hand, and asked himself questions repeatedly in his heart,

Who am I? What am I doing here?

Compared with Yang Yu, Qin Yanbin in another space didn't seem to have this problem, and at this time he appeared next to a throne,

The throne is made of thorns, and there seems to be a voice calling to him, and above the throne, there is a blooming thorn flower, which should not exist where it blooms quietly. Qin Yanbin's eyes were confused, and the ghosts and gods almost picked off the flowers and sat on the throne.

The moment he sat down, the thorns climbed from the throne into his body, piercing every inch of his skin, and he could feel every cell of his body wailing, but there was an eerie expression of enjoyment on his face.

At this moment, he sobered up, his eyes calmly looked at the vision of his body, as if looking at a cat and a dog, no, it was more excessive than that, his eyes were very indifferent, thinking that it was a piece of ice that would not melt for a thousand years.

As time passed, the thorns seemed to be somewhat satisfied, slowly departing from his body.

When the last thorn departed from him, a crown of thorns fell from the sky above his head.

"Boom!"

Thunder continued to fall from the sky, constantly striking this crown and the throne, but their real target was not these two things, but the man who sat on the throne and wore the crown on his head.

Heaven does not allow it!

God hates it!

“…………”

In another place, Mo Xiang opened his eyes, an incredible look flashed in his eyes, and after feeling it carefully, ecstasy appeared uncontrollably on his face, in this space where he could only exist alone, he first laughed in a low voice, and then turned into a long roar in the sky.

The Throne of Thorns has rechosen its master,

The Throne of Thorns, which had not moved since three hundred years ago, reappeared, which was great news not only for Mo Xiang, but also for the entire City of Thorn Glory.

"Which one?"

There was expectation in Mo Xiang's eyes, the thorns had been silent for too long, and for him, the appearance of a person who held the throne of thorns was the emergence of a real leader, and the future was not to say promising, at least it was more promising than in his hands.

There are three Thrones of Thorns, which were created by the Emperor of Heaven, the Emperor of the Earth, and the Emperor of Humans.

In that dim and dark era, it was these three who carried the banner, overcame obstacles, and finally built a prosperous world that could inhabit and reproduce.

After the departure of the Three Emperors, everyone who ascended the throne and was recognized by the throne became a generation of heroes, and the only one who died halfway through it was the one who died three hundred years ago.