My name is Aman, and of course I have another name called Walking Against the Heavens!

I grew up in hell and have never slept since I was born.

No matter how tired you are, you can't close your eyes.

For beneath me lay a hill of dead people's corpses.

I often gazed at the sky, hoping for something new, but I never did.

There is no alternation of day and night, the same tone, the same sound.

The dark red sky is a sign of bad luck, and the sound from the sky is that of a flying insect.

These flying insects hunt and fly in the sky, and they feed on the lost souls of the fallen hell realm.

There is also a gap out of nowhere, and putrid black water gushes out, gathers together, and flows into the abyss, which is called Yellow Spring.

Why do I live in such a desperate world?

I don't know the answer, but from the moment my brother died in the sky!

I took over the task, met my fate, and led the unyielding uprising of life!

……

Xu Yi feels that he has the temperament of a leader and an unparalleled personality charm!

What he says is always convincing, which is why he was able to unite the tribes of the underworld that were constantly at war.

At this time, he was pulled into the gang in disguise and joined this rebel army, anti-sky.

Xu Yiming knew that this was a fool, but he was still a little moved.

The top of the mountain, the clouds and mist! The two stared at each other, breathing for a moment.

"Xu, would you like to join us? Unite our forces against theocracy, against heaven. ”

Walking against the sky, he said impassionedly, emotionally, like a great revolutionary pioneer...

As for the conduct of going against the sky, Xu Yi learned from hell.

I don't have to say that he is indeed a righteous man. The only pity is that the hero is short of breath and dies young.

"I won't join you, but together we can fight against the heavens and deduce the divine power!" Xu Yi replied.

Walking against the sky, he showed a bright smile on his face, although his face was covered by a gray mask.

But Xu Yi knows that the face under this mask must not be ugly!

……

"Can humans be trusted?"

At this time, only four people were left on the top of the mountain, dancing against the sky.

After Xu Yi left, the general of the underworld asked with a death look in his eyes.

Death's eyes are very withdrawn and have few words, giving people a cold feeling.

Especially the weird bronze mask and the strange rune pattern added a bit of mystery to him.

"Yes, Generalissimo. Human beings are mostly greedy and selfish, and their desires are inflated, why should you win him over. The Underworld General Iron Blood asked.

Iron-blooded Warrior has a heroic personality, with silver hair like a lion, and his arms are equipped with silver armor and claws that can tear everything apart.

"In this day and age, in the process of rebelling against the heavens. We need to trust each other and unite all our strengths.

There may be prejudice among all races, but it is worth taking some time to get to know them and trust them. Walking against the sky, he said slowly.

……

Half a month later, Fu Xi finally found a place for the Shenyin Department to settle down.

Surrounded by mountains, the scenery is beautiful, the surrounding is still wooded forests, and there is a clear river that flows to the bottom.

Men cut down trees to build houses, and women look for fertile land to plant seeds and wait for the next year's harvest.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner, and everyone seems to be very satisfied with the new home.

These days, staying in the Divine Hidden Realm, Xu Yi is cultivating and refining the divine power of the Colorless Realm, while developing the ability about the Colorless Realm.

In the same way, he also consulted with Fu Xi, the most knowledgeable master of the Void Consciousness Realm in the Three Realms, about the specific cultivation methods of spells.

Spelling is an ability that is common to the gods, the underworld, and humans.

By paying for Divine Elements or Souls, you will gain incredible abilities.

"The essence of spells should belong to the ability to gain power through sacrifice. Don't use too much, especially some forbidden spells, which are extremely damaging to the soul. If used incorrectly, the caster may degenerate into a Soul Eater, a creature that only knows how to devour and kill. ”

On this day, the wind and the sun are beautiful. Fu Xi gave Xu Yi the key point of the spell solving technique, hoping that the young man in front of him would not be impulsive and make a big mistake.

"Can a shaman know the Mark of the Dead?" Xu Yi asked.

The seal of the dead can communicate the passage between the Huangquan Underworld and the human world, making people immortal and immortal, and infinitely reborn.

Although the side effects will make people become crazy and rampaging killing machines, Xu Yi still wants to study it.

"The Mark of the Dead is a forbidden spell of the Protoss, and as a former High Priest of the Protoss, of course I won't." Fu Xi said proudly.

“……”

Fu Xi is a very kind-hearted person, and he has no master-apprentice status, but he has taught a lot with all his heart.

Xu Yi has also learned spells now, but he lacks some secret skills to press the bottom of the box.

"Looks like we'll have to find a chance to meet that woman." Xu Yi thought to himself.

Now in this world, he has learned a lot about practicing qi arts, divine powers, and spells.

Xu Yi felt that this trip was very fulfilling and complete. He knew that Fuxi, the seal of the dead, must have understood.

But if he doesn't teach, Xu Yi naturally won't say anything!

After all, this is a spell that harms others and is not beneficial to himself, and Fuxi is also for his good.

The Hidden Ministry is rebuilt, and everyone is busy. After leaving Fuxi's residence, Xu Yi walked on the road.

From afar, I saw Ah Lan and a group of women weaving cloth in front of the loom.

In addition to the name of warrior, Alan is also a weaver in the tribe. The clothes that everyone wears are colorful and colorful through her hands.

At this moment, Ah Lan in front of the loom was very quiet, gently playing with the machine, and colorful lines crossed her slender fingers.

Perhaps, this is the truest side of Ah Lan, the life she wants to pursue.

Not to kill as a warrior, but to be an ordinary and ordinary woman!

Maybe it's because of the character, although weaving with everyone.

Ah Lan chose to be in a remote corner, quiet, and as if isolated from the world!

Write a lonely music!

This is a distressing girl, with a fragile and fragile heart hidden under her resolute and strong exterior.

Seeing this, Xu Yi walked over and said with a smile: "It's so beautiful, Miss Alan."

Ah Lan raised her head, glanced at Xu Yi quietly with her beautiful eyes, did not speak, then lowered her head and fiddled with the lines in her hands again, and continued to weave.

However, compared to before, Ah Lan looked at him, no longer with the same indifference to strangers as he did at the beginning.

This is a good start, at least in Ah Lan's heart, Xu Yi is now turning from a passerby to a mature person!

Xu Yi didn't care about Ah Lan's attitude.

I found a bluestone step at random, sat down on the spot, and admired it with great interest.

For a while, two by two were speechless. In the air, the sound of the loom squeaked.

The three aunts and six women not far away watched this scene, covered their mouths and snickered, whispering.

"Aunt him, look at this young man so handsome!"

"His second aunt, look at what kind of cloth Ah Lan is weaving this stupid child!

Go and enlighten her! ”

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