Although the morning light in the gray world is not as gorgeous and colorful as the world, it is as fresh and elegant as ink and blue.

And the Demon King's Mansion is shrouded in demon haze.

On the big flat altar in front of the mansion, there is a pillar of optimism, and groups of demons carry firewood and stand next to the wooden pillar, beating drums, oh oh oh screams one after another.

The demons were marching towards the wooden pillar with the five-flowered Herenzak, and the demons danced around him, stomping their feet to the beat and poking their fingers up and down with their hands to the sky.

Oh oh oh deafening cheers, a demon slowly walked with a torch, the beating gray full of evil hideousness.

"Ah, it's Grandpa!"

"Let's fly over, and when the time comes, you and Grandpa will climb the rope to the sky and go first."

"What about you?"

"I'm the one who ate two pantian plants, it's fine. Let's fly, or we won't have time to save people. ”

Before the firewood could be lit, they fell from the sky and disrupted the joyful rhythm of the demons, and in a few moments they came over like ants again.

Mo Wuwen took out a small axe and gently chopped the rope that bound Helian Zack on the wooden pillar, only to see the ground shake and the mountains shook, and the wooden stake shattered into sawdust and flew in the direction of the demon, howling again and again.

Helian Rong dared to help his grandfather walk down the altar and took out the rope to the sky, but the rope fell to the ground without movement.

"Pangu Axe!" The demons screamed and scurried around.

"The Pangu Axe is an ancient artifact, why is it so big?" Mo Wuwen didn't chase after the fleeing demon, turned to Helian Zack, and shouted to the grandfather and grandson, "Why don't you leave!" ”

"The rope is out of order, how to go, be careful! The demon comeback has always been. ”

Mo Wuwen waved away the demons, and they evacuated in the direction of the mountain, but the dense demons were all over the mountain, how to escape!

"Old man Helian, come up and come up." Miracles always appear when they are most needed, and the sage and old monster hovers over the Demon King's Mansion on a wooden kite.

"Let your grandpa go!" Mo Wuwen uses an axe to shoot down a few goblins in the air.

"Kill them all!" Like thunder, the demon king wearing a dark gray mask appeared, and the sword in his hand was rampant with an aggressive momentum.

Axe, axe axe splits heaven and earth, sword, sword and sword block the world, axe light and sword shadow, can't tell which is the gray sky and which is the gray earth.

"You demon way, why haven't you died! It's okay to come, I'll let you come and not return this time! ”

"Daoist, could it be that I was a Taoist priest in my previous life?" When he was thinking about it, he dodged the sword blade and said, "Then you let me go back, and I promise not to come again." ”

"You'd better die!" The demon king roared, the sword wind swept by, and the hurricane suddenly rose to force Mo Wuwen to retreat a few steps back.

Mo Wuwen has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he has the skills of two Pantian plants, which can still be supported at first, but gradually he is at a disadvantage, and he is losing and retreating.

Looking at the wooden kite in the distance, Mo Wuwen tried his best to jump up, and an axe slashed at the demon king from the sky, and the crisp sound of the bell, the sword of the demon king shook the Pangu axe.

Mo Wuwen, who was stunned by the sword, fell straight down the cliff like a kite with a broken string.

When he fell rapidly, he suddenly felt a gust of wind lifting him up from the bottom up, suspended in the canyon, he swam away like a fish, the haze gradually moved away, the gauze became thinner and thinner, and he saw a flash of white light in front of him, and the darkness dissipated.

He opened his eyes and saw the sunshine, the sun that had not been seen for a long time!

"Why are you so careless, you didn't break it?"

"It's okay, uncle, I've been lying down for a long time?"

"How long will it take, I will run over immediately when I see you fall off the ridge."

"Ah, I think it's been a long, long time."

"Let's go, let's go home and rest." The uncle leaned over and used his hands to pull him up.

"Run! Landslides. Mo Wuwen interrupted his uncle with a scream, and his uncle did not hesitate to follow him, only to see a large boulder tumbling down from the mountain, crushing over the place where he had just fallen, but suddenly disappeared.

"What are you doing, what are you running?" My uncle ran two steps and stopped.

"A rock just rolled over..."

"Are you alright, there are no stones?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Mo Wuwen looked at his clothes, in the gray world, he was dressed in the clothes given by Helian Zack, but now he was wearing his own clothes, blue jeans.

"Is everything an illusion?" But he actually took the bottle out of his pocket, the bottle he brought from the Gray Realm.

"Uncle, have you heard of Zhang Tianshi?"

"I've heard it, I've heard the older generation say that the Heavenly Master's magic and strange sects are all refined, and they have even been to a place, and everything is gray."

"Where is the Heavenly Master Temple?"

"In Dongming Mountain, it is not in disrepair, and it is possible to collapse."

Carrying a basket full of bright red and green bayberry, facing the sunset at dusk, there is a little bit of fatigue and relieved to be placed between the mountains and rivers, and the end of Wuwen feels that it is still good in the world, but in the gray world, he will fly.

When he went out in the morning, he forgot his mobile phone at home, and when he came back, he took it out to see that there were many missed calls, showing that they were: He Tiankun.

My aunt and uncle have prepared a sumptuous dinner for them: steamed grouper, stir-fried river prawns with chili, stewed local chicken soup, and cold radish slices.

"Auntie, the food is a little strong, I'll go out for a walk to digest and digest."

At the entrance of the village, there was no one to run, countless sprints, he still couldn't fly, the stone pier under the tree was in the gray ** he could lift it with one hand, but now he tried his best, and the stone pier still didn't move.

"What a ghost legend, what a ghostly demon, only the heron eagle is singing in the gloom......" The mobile phone ringed. I don't know why, Mo Wuwen suddenly hated this ringtone.

"Hey, Lao He, I'm not at home, what's the matter."

"I don't know, someone wants to buy your porcelain tiles."

"How much?"

"You want to see the condition of the things, you can bring them to my store tomorrow and let him see them."

"Okay, I'll call you then." That being said, Mo Wuwen would never sell porcelain tiles, he just wanted to know how much they knew about porcelain tiles.

Tonight in the mountain village is particularly quiet, and the porcelain pieces and pottery vases are placed on the table, and the whole night is safe.

The day has just dawned, Mo Wuwen took the morning bus home, the Jiken Road down the mountain is steep and steep, the minibuses are slow, and every turn is honking to remind the oncoming cars to pay attention to safety.

"I can't stop the car!" The driver's sudden scream woke up Xiao Mei's silence, and the speed of the minibus turning east and west became faster and faster, and it couldn't control and flew towards the cliff.

Mo Wuwen closed his eyes, there was no way out, he only hoped that this acceleration would allow him to regain the ability to fly or cross into the gray realm again, he didn't want to die anyway.

The miracle reappeared, the bus that rushed out actually turned to drive by itself, crashed into the ridge on the side of the road, the car broke down, fortunately everyone is safe, everyone secretly said that the gods are obviously spiritual, and the evil turns into good fortune.

I escaped a car accident last time, and now it's again, and I really don't know whether the porcelain piece is a disaster or a blessing.