Nangong Fan stopped and stood in front of a village, the smoke in front of him, wrapped in the gloomy sky.

Fences with spikes, humble houses.

The road was bumpy, and sometimes the roar of a demon beast came from a distance, which made people uneasy to hear.

The sky was foggy, and the white clouds in the sky couldn't really be seen.

Nangong Fan just stood upright at the entrance of the village.

I could see children running on the country roads, lying on the fence, like trapped birds, longing for freedom and the vast world.

Nangong Fan was still wondering what the situation was. I realized that I had taken an uncontrollable step. waved his hand to the village behind him, and in the sound of "Cowherd", he left a chic back without the slightest nostalgia.

In this era when demons eat people and any creature likes to bully the human race, a good man should be ambitious in all directions.

He wants to pursue the distant Yanhuang Road, not seeking an ethereal invincible time, but only seeking to shelter more villages like the one that gave birth to him and raised him in front of him.

Standing still, he and his villagers will be eaten. He is still young, he is unwilling, he wants to go on a rampage.

Nangong Fan was stunned, why did he have such an ancient idea? Why couldn't he control his body? Why did those villagers with yellow faces and thin muscles call themselves Cowherd?

The uneven path can still be seen from time to time with huge footprints, and the water is deposited in them. Through the lake, Nangong Fan saw his own face at this time.

The resolute face, the eyes are like stars, the corners of the mouth are a little thin, the lips are gently pursed, and the face is colorfully depicted with strange lines, looking at the quality of this pattern, it seems that the fur on the body of the demon beast is firmly attached to the face under the strange energy?

The body was only wrapped in a thin layer of animal skin, revealing a sturdy body.

Who is this? When did you become like this? Shouldn't you still be a bamboo pole?

Nangong Fan didn't understand, he was more like a witness, attached to this young man's body. To see the magnificent times.

Nangong Fan suddenly remembered that the master had never told him the legend of "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl", which was widely spread in the galaxy. Could it be that this cowherd is the legendary character?

In Nangong Fan's anticipation.

The young man squatted down, gently patted his face under the lines with stagnant water, watched the direction of the footprints, and groaned softly. Shaking his head, he walked in the direction of the front finger of the footprint.

The journey was really peaceful.

The young man had a faint smile on his face, all of which he had expected.

The big demon of this size, all the way through, the little demon has already retreated, and even his residual breath makes the little demon dare not approach, this is an extremely safe road.

The young man moves like a cunning rabbit, and every time he advances, he falls on the next footprint of the giant beast. Turning into a white rainbow light, it walked farther and farther into the depths of the dense forest.

He didn't have an exact destination, and although the small village was close to the mountains, it was still a certain distance, so he could spot it early and avoid it safely when there was a tide of beasts. But this place is too closed, and what he cultivates is also the most basic physical cultivation technique, and it is already the extreme to reach the heavenly realm.

The village chief who loved him has passed away, and although he still has concerns here, he can no longer suppress his desire to become stronger. Why did his parents abandon him? What kind of existence is a Qi practitioner? He can't suppress his desire to explore this world.

The Cowherd hated the unwillingness and cruelty of seeing the poor villagers being swallowed by demon beasts. He hated to see the ignorant villagers take their infant children to worship perhaps unwarranted gods, and only asked for peace.

This is an era when monsters eat people, and people eat people.

It was also an era when gods were rampant, and the Cowherd could not question the gods who had never saved them in his opinion, so he chose to seek the truth.

If there are gods, why would they ignore their followers? Let them rise and fall in the storm and be reduced to food under the minions of demon beasts.

The Cowherd doesn't believe in gods, or is a god when a person is strong? Then he also has to be a god, but if he is a god, all the human races in the world will grow up under his protection, and they will no longer have to sleep in the open and sleep uncomfortably.

The night rose again, cold wind and rain, cold and silent woods.

The Cowherd was hiding in a hollow in a tree, meditating on his knees, trying to find the presence of Qi.

On this cold night, he couldn't walk a few steps with his strength at all, so he simply rested directly.

The sun hung again in the sky, dappled golden light shining through the gaps in the leaves and into the ground.

The Cowherd walked between the dense forests and didn't walk long. A wide avenue appears in front of you.

A huge monster larger than he had imagined crossed the avenue created by the dense forest

Trees thicker than others broke into the ground, and hard stones were trampled deep into the ground.

In this way, it takes ten days to walk along the avenue.

The Cowherd smelled an unpleasant fishy smell. He knew he couldn't take this easy path anymore. He's almost touching the butt of that monster beast of unknown level.

Through the gaps in the leaves, he saw a mountain that reached the sky.

That monster probably wants to go there and be the king of the mountain, right?

There must be a big demon in every high mountain, and there must be a big demon in every lake.

This is what the only village chief who has ever walked out of the small village told him personally. He had always believed in the words of the village chief.

This also made him experience life and death crises several times in the past hundred years, but there was room for resistance, and there was the possibility of winning that glimmer of life.

The Cowherd thought about the big demon who went straight to the mountain peak, was it the big demon who went out to forage for food, or was it a new challenger, wanting to become a small overlord of this 100,000 dense forest?

He turned around and prepared to go around the mountain, which he did not dare to go up, he had no destination anyway, and he was going wherever he went.

All you need to do is find any traces of humans. Just find the big city that the village chief is talking about.

"Boom".

The sound was like thunder, and the heavens and the earth trembled.

The huge Mt. Tongtian seems to be a little tilted for it.

The cowherd's body clinging to the ground did not stumble.

A chaotic roar of monsters rang in his ears. It seems that countless demon beasts want to escape from the direction of that Tongtian Peak?

Immortals worthy of the name fight, mortals suffer.

In the eyes of those two big demons, these little demons are no different from mortals. All kinds of demon beasts that fight when they meet on weekdays rarely flee out together.

Huge boulders roared down from the sky. There was a volley of blood fluttering in the air.

The Cowherd buried himself deep in the earth and rocks, and every demon beast here was no match for him. Whether or not you can escape this catastrophe depends entirely on creation.

Maybe the demon beast was in too much of a hurry and ignored this little thing. Even if a demon beast stepped over the boulder he pressed on, it didn't stop.

Stay away from the sound of monsters running.

The cowherd slowly crawled out of the broken stone and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Look in the direction of the mountain.

It's been a whole day, and the sound of fighting has not weakened, but has become more intense.

The cowherd's eyebrows were solemn, he gritted his teeth, and walked towards the peak.

The Cowherd stayed at the foot of the mountain, found a random cave and got in. A large foul smell came from the cave, which made the Cowherd hold his breath and feel extremely uncomfortable.

There were also bursts of cold air coming out of the cave, and the cowherd tightened the animal skin and went to the depths step by step. The hordes of demon beasts have already left, which is his chance to make a fortune.

The shedding fur and even the eggs of demon beasts are extremely valuable. There are also spirit grass and spirit flowers guarded by demon beasts. There is no demon beast to guard for him to pick.

It's just that it's a race against time.

When the big demons decide the winners, the little demons will return to this safe place and surrender to the victors. If he says it's a little demon, he can easily eat him in one bite, so he has to be fast.

The cowherd is in this dark place where he can't see the road under his feet, and he cautiously moves forward step by step. Footsteps on slippery things. Just as he wanted to step back, the sound of stones rolling down sounded, and he stepped on the air!

The slippery stuff wrapped around his legs, pulling him toward the deepest depths.

The bones trembled slightly, and the flesh burst apart. Occasionally, sharp stones cut through his sturdy flesh.

It hurts, it hurts everywhere.

The Cowherd endured the pain of the heart, curled up and protected his head firmly in the innermost layer. Those are just skin injuries, and there is nothing wrong with the head.

"Bang".

The dust fell, and the cowherd finally fell to the bottom of the cave.

The cowherd lay on the ground weakly, and the blood flowed freely.

The cowherd narrowed his eyes and struggled to get up.

There is a faint yellow light behind it. Through that faint light, the Cowherd saw clearly the culprit who made him roll all the way down. Transparent snake skin, and some fragments of scale armor on the ground.

A big snake with signs of turning into a dragon!

The cold breath rushed in all directions, soaked in blood and water. This made the Cowherd shudder, and he struggled to get up and turn around.

The light behind him gave him a hint of warmth, and he couldn't help but approach the light. He had never needed warmth like this.

A gap in the stone wall is presented in the eyes of the cowherd. He couldn't help but pull his head closer. A thumb-sized dragon roams through the crevices.

The Cowherd looked at the whisker and couldn't help but take a deep breath. What kind of spiritual grass is this? How can it be in the form of a dragon! The small fruit, like a real dragon swimming, exudes a warm divine light.

The Cowherd couldn't help but be stupid. The wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye under the divine light, crispy and numb, like a group of small ants crawling.

The Cowherd stretched out his fingers and squeezed through the gap. Touch the soft fruit. A fiery aura permeated it.

The fruit disappears, and the cowherd closes his eyes. This is a great creation, and even if this fruit is not yet ripe, it has great divine power.

The Cowherd felt the presence of Qi. He saw it, every wisp of it, so beautiful.

Maybe it's a hundred years, maybe it's just a moment. The Cowherd opened his eyes, and the world was completely different. He could see the lines of the rocks in the dark night, and he could see the shape of the scales. He took a deep breath, and even the composure he had been holding out couldn't help but be a little excited at this moment.

Wealth and danger are sought.

The harvest of this adventure finally allowed him to touch the existence of qi without exercises.

A violent tremor came down from the ground.

The Cowherd's eyes froze, no longer hesitated, his steps were like the wind, and he quickly escaped out of the hole, listening to the fierce fighting sound on the mountain. Without looking back, he fled into the distance.

The greedy die faster, and the cowherd, who has lived around the village for a hundred years, has long understood this truth.

Suddenly out of the distance, the Cowherd finally paused his pace and looked back at the mountain. The sky was thundering, the clouds were thick, and the shadows of two giant beasts loomed.

A crocodile that seems to be magnified countless times, with teeth and claws, and there is a looming thunder between movements.

One looked like a lizard, but with an extra pair of ugly fleshy wings, and its wide tail fluttered in the sky.

The Cowherd took a deep breath, with a desire in his eyes, one day he will also reach the spiritual path, be able to swim in the sky, and hook the wind and thunder between his shots.

Lingdao was his dream, and it was also the dream that the old village chief who raised him was once out of reach. It's not for himself, it's still the old village chief, he has to go to the big city, and now that he is angry, the spiritual path is no longer like a castle in the air.

The Cowherd clenched his fists, turned around and walked into the distance without hesitation, his back stretched in the afterglow.

The young man is out of the wilderness, and he is determined to be in the future.