The twilight was dim, and the remnant sun was like blood.

The sunset on the horizon is like a gold rim, at this time it is round, exuding a thousand feet of light, and the dazzling eye mask is like a dream, so it is not real.

In the dense forest clearing, Duan Qianlang used his soul power to recover most of the summoned beasts, leaving only a few dozen phantom martens to pay attention to the surrounding movements.

At this time, a phantom mink was holding a box, with a funny gait, and ran to Duan Qianlang, looking cute.

Duan Qianlang waited for Qingluo and a few people to leave, and he found out about this. Today, Qingluo and the others saw many of his methods, just because he was not a murderous person, so he let them go, but this does not mean that he is willing to let them see all his secrets.

Reaching out to pick up the box, Duan Qianlang saw that there were some quaint patterns carved on it, it seemed that it contained important things, and then opened the box with a little force.

"Spirit Grass!" Duan Qianlang's eyes lit up, and there were two spirit grasses lying quietly in the box, which had grown for decades, only as thick as chopsticks. They were kept in this special box, and he could feel a faint trace of spirituality, which made him very happy.

With the addition of these two spirit grasses, he already had four spirit grasses. Now that he had the Fang Cun Medicine Field, he could cultivate these spirit grasses, allowing them to have the effect of five hundred years in a short period of time.

In this way, not only can you use it to increase your cultivation, but you can also sell it for a good price in exchange for some things you need.

Subsequently, Duan Qianlang planted two spirit grasses in the Fangcun medicine field, and when the spirit grass met the medicine field, it seemed like a fish in water, and quickly began to take root.

The two spirit grasses that were originally planted in the Fangcun medicinal field now have more than three hundred years of efficacy, which makes Duan Qianlang even more happy.

Three days later, Duan Qianlang left the forest according to the instructions on the map, and finally broke away from this green cage. Greedily sucking on the taste of the sun, intoxicated with the beauty of the green mountains and green waters, he smiled comfortably.

There is a winding path between the mountains and ravines, which is obviously formed by people walking too much. Seeing some figures moving on the path, Duan Qianlang realized that this should be the way out of the mountain, and some of these figures came to enter the forest to practice, and some were ready to leave after training.

Duan Qianlang glanced back at the forest, sighed, and then gently patted the wind wolf's forehead and rode it forward.

There was no longer any nostalgia for this place, Duan Qianlang ordered the summoned beast to speed up and run quickly on the mountain road, the sunset forest was already getting farther and farther away from him.

A few days later, Duan Qianlang finally saw a magic circle emitting light from a distance, and he was sure that this was the teleportation circle that Qing Luo had said, and then walked towards the magic circle.

It was midday, and the waypoint in the Sunset Forest was bustling with activity, with people arriving and others leaving as the lights of the waypoint flickered.

Some people just glanced at Duan Qianlang when they saw it. Although he rode a vicious wind wolf, there were not a few creatures who had mounts, and besides, he was only a sixth-order cultivator, so he wasn't very eye-catching.

Duan Qianlang observed for a short while, and found that each creature that left would consciously throw a few low-grade spars into the magic circle, and then they would be surrounded by a ray of light on the magic circle and leave here.

"A teleportation circle that can swallow money?" Duan Qianlang smacked his tongue, amazed at this vast world, it was really wonderful!

On the other side of the waypoint, there are also some small stalls, with everything you need to eat and use, much like a small market.

Duan Qianlang casually found a stall to eat something, then bought some of the things he needed, and walked towards the avenue on the other side of the teleportation point.

Shortly after he left, the teleportation circle suddenly showed a dazzling light, indicating that several people had arrived at the same time.

After the light flashed, there were dozens more people at the teleportation point, their faces gloomy and murderous. Among these people, there are a few people with indifferent expressions but strong spirits, although the realm is in the innate realm, but at a glance, you can see that these people are all good hands in the innate realm.

Some creatures, fearing trouble, hid to the side. However, there are also those who are brave enough to step into the teleportation circle.

At this time, one of the leaders of those people suddenly walked over, blocked their way, and said, "From now on, if you want to leave the magic circle, you must go through the inspection of my 'Blue Wolf' battle group!"

"What?" Some people were immediately dissatisfied, but after seeing the gloomy gaze of the other party, they immediately swallowed back a grumbling.

The monks who came to the Sunset Forest to train were all monks with very low strength, and most of them were casual cultivators, so in the face of so many people and horses in the Blue Wolf War Group, for them, being strong was looking for death.

"Check!" the leader gave the order, and saw someone take out a crystal clear ball and shine a light on the people who wanted to leave just now.

After he shook his head, the leader said to the people indifferently, "You can go." ”

Therefore, whenever a creature wants to leave the circle, it will always be illuminated by a ball of light, and it seems that the people of the Blue Wolf Wargroup are looking for someone.

Looking at their posture, many people have already understood that they don't know that the guy who doesn't have long eyes actually provoked the people of the Blue Wolf War Group.

With such arrogance, some people are naturally dissatisfied, but no one comes forward, and they will not come to be the first bird.

Of course, there were also people who waged their tails, and with a flattering smile on their faces, they asked carefully, "Dare to ask your lords, did something happen?"

"Ask what should be asked, don't ask what shouldn't be asked, get out!" The word "roll" came out of the mouth of another fierce-looking man, like thunder that shook the sky, and frightened those people to shrink their heads and quickly retreat into the distance.

Duan Qianlang didn't know these things, he had already walked a long way on the wind wolf, but he didn't see a village.

Ten days later, Duan Qianlang appeared on the top of a mountain, raised his eyes and looked out, and vaguely saw a dilapidated village with only a dozen or so houses, and was immediately overjoyed.

He then ordered the Flame Mastiff to speed up and quickly scurry towards the village. It wasn't until he got closer and closer that he suddenly frowned, because he sensed a special aura that made him feel inexplicable.

It was as if this aura was mixed with anger, hatred, and horror, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable, and even the wind wolf roared in a low voice.

Not knowing the situation ahead, Duan Qianlang summoned several phantom minks and ordered them to go to investigate, but he hurried over without hurrying.

As he got closer and closer to the village, Duan Qianlang felt a fluctuation in his soul power. It was a message from the shapeshifter, and something seemed to be going on in the village, which seemed deserted and desolate.

As the shapeshifter continued to feed back information, he finally sensed two faint breaths in the village. Many seemed to be dead, except for an old man and a child about eight or nine years old.

"Young man, why don't you come in and talk about it?" Just as Duan Qianlang was thinking and hesitating, an old voice came from the village, which seemed to be a little sickly.

Duan Qianlang's eyelids jumped slightly, he didn't want to be discovered, and it was pointless to hide it anymore, so he simply rode the wind wolf and walked directly into the broken village.

In the center of the village, there was a small altar, where an old man and a young man were dependent on each other, watching the place where Duan Qianlang appeared.

As early as in the small market town of the teleportation array, Duan Qianlang had already changed his clothes. Although I dare not say that it is handsome and chic, it also looks refreshing and clean.

The old man on the other side seemed to be very polite, raised his empty hand, pointed to the altar, and said, "We have no ill will towards you, come and sit!"

Duan Qianlang didn't move, looked at the old man and the child, and found that they didn't have spiritual power in their bodies, they were authentic mortals, so he was a little relieved, but he was still vigilant, because the two of them made him feel indescribable.

"What's the matter, do little Daoyou still have any scruples about us, the old, weak, sick and disabled?" the old man still smiled, as if he was speaking very easily. Then, seeing that he clicked his fingers a few times, he said, "These little things are all yours, right?"

Duan Qianlang's heart jumped, knowing that the old man had discovered his phantom mink, but he knew the truth of "be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years", of course, he did not answer the old man's question positively, put aside this topic, and said to the old man: "You seem to be in poor health!"

"The wind and candle are in their last years, and they are just surviving. The old man shook his head with a smile, and said, "Young man, do you want to hear a story?"

Duan Qianlang didn't know what was going on with him, but after listening to the old man's words, he was very interested in the so-called "story".

"You say. Duan Qianlang didn't go over, so he sat on the wind wolf and kept a safe distance.

The old man was not reluctant, sorted out his thoughts, and said, "Have you heard of the Inspiration Clan?"

"I haven't heard of it. Duan Qianlang shook his head and replied very dryly. He was now more and more sure that his hometown must be very poor, and that many of the things he was now encountering were unheard of and unseen.

Duan Qianlang's attitude was a little flat, but the old man didn't blame, he just said: "The Inspiration Clan is the Chosen Clan, although they are born unable to cultivate the method of attack, they are blessed with incomparable advantages in terms of perception. ”

"Are you Inspiration?" the old man had been mentioning the Inspiration Clan since the beginning. Duan Qianlang was thoughtful and thought of this.

"Not bad!" the old man nodded in confirmation.

Duan Qianlang looked at the surroundings, looked at them again, and said, "I don't see any advantages you have at all. ”

"Little Taoist friends, don't judge people by their appearance!" The old man smiled and shook his head, and said: "In the long river of time, the Inspiration Clan has gone through several ups and downs, and it has long been much worse than before. Now, how many years have passed, countless clansmen have disappeared, and the rest are scattered all over the big world, and I am afraid that they are just surviving. ”

Without waiting for Duan Qianlang to ask, the old man said: "Maybe the will of heaven is unpredictable, which makes the Inspiration Clan continue to decline, and there is already a danger of extinction. Or maybe God has mercy, at a critical time, there was a child with pure blood in the group, which made it possible for my race to pass on the torch. ”

As he said this, the old man lovingly stroked the head of the child next to him. Duan Qianlang observed his words and captured the grief that flashed in his eyes.

I only heard him sigh, smiled a little self-deprecatingly, and said, "I'm afraid that in this world, there are not many people who can remember the 'Inspiration Clan'." ”

The little boy smiled stupidly, hugged the old man, and looked at Duan Qianlang. I heard the old man say: "This place is called 'Shiyan Village', and there were originally more than a dozen families, all of which were branches of the inspiration family. We came here incognito and moved here several times. I wanted to live in peace, but unexpectedly, the sky was not guaranteed, and the vicious people suddenly appeared, burned my village, and killed my people. If it weren't for the old man's desperate use of the fragments of the clan weapon to scare away the enemy, I'm afraid that my father and I would have lost their lives to the enemy, and what you see now is a ruin......"

"Wait!" Duan Qianlang stopped and frowned, "You said that someone 'burned my village and killed my people', but I didn't see a single corpse here?"

The old man said: "Little Taoist friend doesn't know, although the appearance of my inspiration clan is no different from ordinary people, but the inside is dominated by the spirit, once death, it will definitely disappear, and the body and spirit will be destroyed, and there will be no flesh and blood corpses." ”

Duan Qianlang smacked his tongue, he really didn't expect that there would be such a magical race in the outside world. Thinking of the strange feeling he had, he understood at this moment that it was a kind of resentment formed after the death of the Inspiration Clan.

When he saw that there were only two people left in a race, he didn't think there was much hope for such a race. What's more, this race is still inherently unable to cultivate the method of attack, which means that they don't have the slightest ability to protect themselves.

He even began to doubt the old man's words about the strength and glory of the Inspiration Race, perhaps this race had never been strong!

The old man seemed to sense Duan Qianlang's suspicions, and said, "Little brother seems to be suspicious, right?"

"There's no reason for me to believe it!" Duan Qianlang spread his hands and smiled playfully.

At this moment, the old man looked solemn and said seriously: "It's normal for little Daoists to have suspicions, but I have to tell you that the cultivators of the Inspiration Clan can perceive all things in heaven and earth, and can know the past and the future......"

Seeing the increasingly thick color of disbelief in Duan Qianlang's eyes, the old man sighed silently, and after a short pause, he said, "Perhaps it was such a terrifying ability that touched the taboo of heaven and earth, and finally caused my race to suffer a catastrophe. Over the years, the old man thought about it, but he only summed up one sentence. ”

Duan Qianlang said: "What?"

"It's hurting the heavens!" the old man said, bowing his head and saying nothing.

Duan Qianlang was really a little speechless, this old man was still talking about the mercy of the heavens in front of him, but now he has become a hurtful harmony again, it is really inaccurate. However, looking at the change in the old man's expression, he felt that the old man didn't seem to be talking nonsense, so he didn't turn around and left.

The silence lasted for a moment, and Duan Qianlang said, "Why are you telling me these things?"

At this time, before the old man could speak, the child said shyly: "Big brother, because you are the one we have to wait for!"

"What?" Duan Qianlang screamed, stunned on the spot, where is this? He had never been to this place, and he was quite unfamiliar with this world. The two of them were afraid that they had taken the wrong medicine, and they actually said that they were waiting for him, so that he couldn't believe it.

If he hadn't come here by mistake, I'm afraid that he wouldn't have intersected with everything in this world in this life.

"Xiaozi, tell him. The old man kindly stroked the head of the little boy next to him, named "Bozi".

"Big brother, we didn't lie to you. The boy named "Xiao Zi" opened a pair of clear big eyes and said: "First, the big brother has no ill will towards us......

"You're wrong!" The little boy was about to continue, but was interrupted by Duan Qianlang, only to hear him say, "Actually, I'm going to do it." ”

"Ah......" The little boy was choked on what he wanted to say, and he lost his mind for a while, and felt a big hand fall on his shoulder, and the old man said to him gently: "Big brother is joking with you, if he wants to do it, will he still listen to our story?"

"Oh, that's it!" the little boy cheered, turned his head and said with some grievances, "Big brother, you're scaring us, aren't you?"

This expression is too lethal!

Duan Qianlang felt helpless, but if he really wanted to ask him to attack two mortal inspiration clansmen, he was really a little embarrassed.

Seeing Duan Qianlang nodding slightly, the little boy smiled sweetly at him and said, "The second is also the most important point. Our ancestors have left prophecies that in a thousand years, our branch will encounter a catastrophe, and then a young monk will appear in the wind wolf, and he will change the situation of the tribe. ”

"Young monk, harness the wind wolf?" Duan Qianlang said silently, raised his head and looked at the two men in disbelief, and the old man met Duan Qianlang's gaze and said bluntly: "This person is you!"

Rumble!

Duan Qianlang's head roared, like a lightning strike, he could predict what would happen a thousand years later a thousand years ago, which was definitely beyond the scope of his cognition.

And at this moment, his skeptical mentality finally relaxed. The foresight of the inspiration is indeed powerful and a little perverted.

There seemed to be a clear light flashing in the little boy's teary eyes, and with a look of hope, he said, "Big brother, can you help us?"

"This ......" Duan Qianlang hesitated for a while, not because he didn't want to help the two ancestors and grandchildren, but because he still had too many doubts to figure out. Besides, he only has the strength of the innate sixth order now, and self-preservation is a problem, so he simply has no more energy to protect others.

Realizing that Duan Qianlang might want to refuse, a look of loss flashed in the old man's eyes. It was just the first time they had met Duan Qianlang, and if the other party refused, it would be reasonable.

It's just that if Duan Qianlang refuses, for him and the little boy next to him, it means that the only hope left is completely shattered. Now he and the little boy are both injured, and if there is no help from others, they may really disappear.

The old man held the little boy's hand tightly, and his eyes were filled with sadness. He thought that he was already old, and the trauma he had suffered was extremely severe, and he had no way to recover, and it didn't matter if he could survive or not.

However, the little boy around him could not die, for him, this little boy may represent the future of the Inspiration Race, they have fought against the heavens for so many years, in order to pass on the torch, and the little boy is the only hope he has left.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

The old man seemed to think of the depths of his sorrow, and for a while he was in a hurry and coughed again and again.

"This is for you!" Seeing the old man's blushing face, Duan Qianlang couldn't bear it, took out a piece of mud-like fruit, and handed it to the old man.

"It's ...... ......The old man smelled the fragrance on the fruit, and suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but raise his head, looking at Duan Qianlang with a shocked look.

Duan Qianlang frowned, he seemed to notice that this old man seemed to know this kind of thing, and immediately said, "You know it?"

"I don't know!" the old man shook his head very dryly, and then said: "My Inspiration Clan has been cursed by his heaven and earth, not to mention the ordinary Spirit Fruit Divine Pill, even the first-class anti-heaven divine creature 'Earth Soil Divine Fruit' in the galaxy, it is also difficult to work, this little Taoist friend should take it back!"

As he spoke, the old man handed the fruit to Duan Qianlang again, and he took it suspiciously, but in his heart he was very sympathetic to the suffering of this inspiration clan.

He took out this piece of mud because he used these things to satisfy his hunger when he was trapped on that barren planet, and at this time, he saw that the old man's injuries were getting more and more serious, so he had a little hope, and only hoped that his mud would be useful to the old man.

However, Duan Qianlang didn't know that the old man's heart was already turbulent at this moment, he looked at the ordinary and ordinary young man in front of him, and he really never thought that there would be such a magical thing in him.

In the words just now, in fact, he had already said a little bit of information, but there were some things he couldn't say clearly, and he had to rely on Duan Qianlang to slowly comprehend them.

"Little Daoyou, I have already said everything that should be said, whether to save or not, it is up to you. If it is to save each other, I will thank the great grace on behalf of the Inspiration Clan!" the old man said, stood up tremblingly, knelt down in front of Duan Qianlang, and knocked his head three times.

It was this action that made Duan Qianlang see the strangeness of the old man's body. The legs had been blurred, almost transparent, a sign that he was about to disappear.

At this time, Duan Qianlang realized that the old man had told all these things like his last words, and it was precisely because he realized his physical condition that he couldn't last long.

"Grandpa!" Xiao Zi cried, very sad and helpless.

The old man wiped a handful of tears for him, still smiled softly, and said: "Xiaozi, don't cry, this is fate, it's also a disaster, you can't escape if you violate it!"

This scene, Duan Qianlang watched very sadly.

"What should I do?" Seeing the scene of life and death with his own eyes, Duan Qianlang was very touched, and he had already decided to help the two of them.

"Thank you, little Daoyou. The old man sat down again with the support of the little boy, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "The murderer killed my people and injured Xiao Zi, and I will later integrate my spirit into his body to delay his injury." Then you take him away and find a 500-year-old 'Condensation Grass' for him to take so that he can recover from his injuries. ”

He added: "After recovering from his injuries, Xiao Zi can continue to cultivate, and every time he breaks through the realm, he will be able to win many years. As long as you continue to work hard, you will be able to pass on the torch of the ethnic group. ”

"Why do you say that?" Duan Qianlang didn't quite understand the word "win" that the old man said.

The old man smiled bitterly, looked at the sky, and there seemed to be a look of complaint in his eyes, and then said: "Don't hide it from the little Taoist friends, our inspiration clan is just a race against time!"