City.

Ancient and mottled, I don't know when the road was built, but it definitely has a thousand years of time. The decaying scars carved into the city walls, the broken city gates, and the dry riverbed all speak of the antiquity and desolation of this place.

The wind poured out from the city, whirring as if to crush the desolation and antiquity into Zhong Yuan's beating heart. As a result, his battered body, with the touch of his hands, the observation of his eyes, and the feeling of his feet, suddenly felt a feeling of wanting to cry in his heart.

In the city, there are obviously no people left, but from the dilapidated but very dense buildings, and the stalls left behind when they were destroyed, you can feel its former prosperity, and the noise that resounded through the world in its heyday.

The aroma became stronger, which could be clearly felt by Zhong Yuan when he stepped into the city, but the wind also became stronger, and a poignant whimper could be clearly heard under the whirring, which made people sound creepy and timid in this situation.

Zhong Yuan was not timid, he still walked so silently, and the joy on his face disappeared completely, replaced by a faint melancholy that emerged with the low mood. He didn't understand why he was like this, but as he looked across the street, and the whimpering sound in the wind grew clearer, it was as if he had found the answer he was looking for at that moment.

"What happened to the thousand-year-old city that it was buried here. And it's still so complete, it hasn't collapsed so far, isn't it a wonder for the ages. ”

Zhong Yuan stayed where he was, his eyes scanning the surroundings for a while, and then he let out a sigh of emotion. However, the heaviness in his heart was not dispelled at all, but the moment his words fell, in the midst of the whimpering of the wind, it felt like a big mountain, and the pressure on his heart made him feel as if he was choked by the throat, producing the illusion of suffocation.

This feeling of oppression is somewhat similar to that of the Gravity Realm, but it does not act on the body, but only on the pounding heart. People can't help but blend into the wind, listen to the whimper that seems to be explaining the thousand-year-old city, and shed a bleak tear.

Zhong Yuan didn't shed tears, but his heart felt unusually uncomfortable, as if it was about to be torn apart, which made his pale face a little hideous. The walking body was also trembling, as if it was suffering some terrible calamity, and the eyeholes were already bulging, like evil spirits.

Ran Zhong Yuan didn't seem to be aware of it, he still walked like that, even if his heart was completely torn, even if his body was already trembling to the point that he would collapse at any time, even if there were drops of bright red blood when the eyeballs bulged. He was still like this, smelling the rich aroma and walking numbly.

There was no emotion, no feeling, no pain, and all the pain that was lost, and the face was as stiff as a zombie, and the pupils bulged out and seeped into the blood, dripping on the ground. The hair that was originally an inch of plate, but under the infusion of wisps of black qi, a long black and shiny hair unexpectedly grew and draped in front of Zhong Yuan's face, making him look even more terrifying.

However, Zhong Yuan was not unaware, although he seemed to turn a deaf ear to everything that happened in his body, but his mind was completely integrated into the wind, allowing it to take him through thousands of years and return to the prosperous ancient city of the year.

Longyang City.

The three big characters that are as vigorous as a dragon, I don't know who wrote them, caused Zhong Yuan's mind to be immersed in this era, and he was attracted by this big character that revealed his domineering power. And in an instant, he blended into the city, and became the son of a blacksmith in the city.

"Da Lang, you have to be careful in striking iron, otherwise even if the weapon can be formed, it will not be able to exert the sharpness it should have."

It was a middle-aged man with a strong force, his resolute face was full of traces of time, and it was also full of iron-like blackness, and his eyes were like tigers flashing with bright essence. Especially when he looked at the lifeless iron objects, it was even brighter, as if two stars had turned into his own eyes.

"Father, I understand, you have to concentrate on striking iron, otherwise you won't be able to become a blacksmith."

The sonorous sound of striking iron burst out with dazzling sparks, and the eyes that were originally sloppy, with the solemn and majestic words in his ears, caused Zhong Yuan's body to shake. It was a somewhat awkward mentality, but it was also corrected by it in that instant, and a firm divine light appeared in the pupils.

Iron is iron, and it cannot change its form by itself in a lifetime, so it can only be beaten by the blacksmith, or into the form of a knife, sword, axe, sword, etc., but its sharpness is also given by the blacksmith, and so is life.

Father Zhong looked at this scene, and a relieved smile finally appeared on his serious face, and he didn't know if it was Zhong Yuan's inner trouble, or if he was like this. When he turned around and walked towards the pile of weapons, he found that one of his legs was actually lame, and his walking posture was exactly the same as that of Zhong Cripple, without any difference.

"I don't know if the city can survive this catastrophe, I hope the sharp weapons I have built over the years can help them a little."

Father Zhong murmured, his bright eyes, when he touched those weapons, he unexpectedly showed tenderness like water, as if he was looking at his lover. However, the worry revealed in his eyebrows made his face become extremely firm in an instant, and his hand vigorously lifted the cloth that covered the weapon, and a sharp weapon with a glittering handle was completely exposed.

"Father, what is this for?"

Zhong Yuan was puzzled, after all, in his so-called memory, these weapons had been stored here, and no one could touch them, even when he lifted the cloth out of curiosity, he was severely taught a lesson by his father. However, today, my father did not hesitate to open it, and it obviously meant to use this batch of divine weapons that made my father extremely proud.

"If the city is broken and the people are gone, then what is the use of keeping these weapons? It's better to take it out now to help our soldiers go into battle to kill the enemy and raise the power of Longyang. ”

Father Zhong's expression was serious, although there was still a trace of reluctance, but it quickly disappeared without a trace, more of a firmness, and the revealed Aoran. Between his words, Zhong Yuan could feel the pride that belonged to the blacksmith.

"Father, can the people of the city really defeat that group of monsters?"

Maybe Zhong Yuan at that moment was really the blacksmith's son, and although he was in a little trance under that voice, he recovered. There was worry on his face, and there were terrible monsters in his mind, so the words that came out of his mouth seemed very unconfident.

"The city is in the people, the city is dead, the old saying goes, manpower can defeat the sky, let alone the monsters of that area. Da Lang, put away your cowardly heart, even if you know that you will lose, you must fight with all your might. ”

Zhong Yuan's words, Father Zhong did not have any anger, but the light in his eyes became more intense, his face became more determined, and his whole body was exposed to cause a faint wind to rise around. But this is not the key, the key is that the sonorous words that came out of his mouth, when they fell on Zhong Yuan's ears, they were as loud as thunder.

Manpower can overcome the sky... I know that I will lose, but I have to fight with all my might...

Zhong Yuan muttered these two words, and his blank eyes became brighter and brighter, until he raised his head again to look at Father Zhong. The worry on that face disappeared completely, and then what emerged was as firm as Father Zhong, and the falling hammer became more fierce, and under the clanging sound, it seemed that it was not the so-called weapon that was polished, but the high-pitched battle intent in his body that was ignited by the words.

On the second day, the sergeant in armor came to this blacksmith shop, and Father Zhong at that time resolutely chose to join the army after handing over those proud divine soldiers. And at that time, Zhong Yuan also entered the military industry under the infection of his father, but the father and son were not in the same battalion, but the decisive battle that broke out tomorrow, the father and son will definitely be able to kill the enemy on the battlefield.

The wind rose slightly, and gradually blew violently, just like when Zhong Yuan's heart came, whirring so that people could hear the silent blood of the whole city. Three days passed quickly in this violent wind, and Zhong Yuan, who was wearing a soldier's uniform, finally saw the terrible monster that haunted his mind outside the city gate.

What kind of monster is it, it doesn't have the fur of a wild beast, it doesn't have the hooves and claws that a beast should have, and even a monster that flies in the air doesn't have the feathers that a bird should have. And their appearance is strange, but it is very unified, that is, they all exude a silver-gray light, very similar to a kind of metal, but Zhong Yuan, who has invaded iron since he was a child, can't give it a suitable name through all his memories.

There is no emotion in the cold, but the whole body can feel the surging breath of life, this is obviously not the well-known puppet, if you insist on attaching a name, maybe only the word monster is the most appropriate. However, at that moment, Zhong Yuan was in a trance, he felt as if he knew the fame of such a thing, but after shaking his brain, that ray of spiritual light disappeared completely, which also made him smirk.

The fight began, the violent roar shook the waves of sergeants who fought forward, the sharp minions, like the butchers on the battlefield, countless screams could be heard under the sweep, and the exposed fangs were even more terrifying, even the hard weapons could be easily crushed into slag, which made this group of monsters have no weaknesses. But Zhong Yuan was fighting when he discovered a fact that frightened him, he could see that as the familiar people died one by one, a white mist would float out of their broken bodies, and then return to the city.

However, although the phenomenon was terrifying, such a situation did not allow Zhong Yuan to think about it, but it didn't take long for him to die. But he found that he was still conscious, and he watched the body being eaten, which made him even more horrified, but he couldn't make any sound.

Until all the people died, until the ferocious monster raised its head and roared, until the man sitting at the head of the city suddenly jumped down from the top of the city and rushed with a halberd in his hand. He turned his head at that moment and saw Zhong Yuan who was frightened in place, and the corners of his mouth suddenly raised a smile.

One city, one man. Go forward and see death as home!