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The border between the White Tiger Domain and the Xuanwu Domain was a plain of sparse bushes and rare and strangely shaped trees growing loosely, and at this moment, a group of less than a hundred people was slowly moving across the endless plain. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the crowd, there were men and women, but there were no old people or children, and all of them had expressions of nervousness and a struggle that tended to be numb.

They are refugees from the town of Moshang.

Half a month ago, the defense line of Moshang Town was broken through by a powerful group of brute beasts, and after holding on for two days, the appearance of five sixth-level beast generals made this second-level town and city collapse in a very short time. In the face of the brutal slaughter, fear made the townspeople unable to resist at all, and they just fled frantically outside the town with one mind.

Although this attitude of giving up seems shameful, it has also saved the lives of many people temporarily, but most of the teams that failed to escape in the direction of the high-level towns and cities were eventually eaten by the brute beasts along the way until they perished.

The group of refugees in front of them was one of the teams that had not escaped towards the center of the empire, but had been forced by the brutes to move farther and farther away from human territory.

The team with a total number of nearly 1,000 people when it had just escaped from Moshang Town did not survive in just half a month, although this situation was tragic, but among all the fugitives, it was still a relatively good one.

But this is not something to be happy about, because everyone in the team knows that if they continue to follow this pace, they may end up with a prolonged struggle.

It's just the last trace of nostalgia for life, which makes them step deeper and deeper in the barbarian domain.

When night came, no one dared to make a fire, and no one proposed to make a fire, as if in the night when the temperature plummeted, they forgot the common sense that fire can bring warmth.

But the reason why they really forgot this common sense was that the campfire a few nights ago took more than 40 lives.

The crackling tongue of fire brought not only warmth, but also the wilderness beasts that lurked at night to observe and wait, and then waited for the opportunity when they were at their most tired, and then extinguished in the chaos of black shadows and chaotic screams, taking away almost a third of their lives.

The lesson of blood is always indelible, so the fire of the night never rises again, and the men and women who feel the cold snuggle up to each other indiscriminately, and some of them are left behind and huddle tightly under the cracks of the stones, or among the slightly dense bushes, trembling and closing their eyes, and trying their best to hypnotize themselves.

Sidso!

Rushing!

It seemed to be just the sound of the wind, but it instantly made everyone open their eyes, and with fear in their eyes, they looked around motionlessly.

No shadow.

No beasts.

Probably, just the sound of the wind.

Close your vigilant eyelids again.

......

The next day, at the first moment of the morning light, the group of refugees had already climbed up one after another, still tired, but following a certain pattern, wordlessly behind the first person to get up, with the hesitant footsteps began to advance.

The first person to get up was a man, his face had been covered with stubble after days of untidying, and his hair was slumped on his scalp, making him look like an uncle in his forties.

His surname is Shang, and he is an ordinary side of the merchant in Moshang Town.

The wind ruffled the ends of his hair, blowing some unpleasant smell of oil into his nose, but it didn't attract his attention.

If it had been two months ago, his current description would have been intolerable to him, not to mention the smoky smell, even if it was just a hair that did not follow the original trajectory, it would have made him stop, and pressed it into the proper curve with his hands, and returned to the hairstyle that was so neat that he couldn't find the slightest mistake.

In his philosophy, this is the minimum attitude of human beings.

However, now he can't see any emotional beating in his eyes, and he puts the last caution in the last struggle.

Attitude to life, if there is no life to survive, what is the attitude.

The moment the sun rose in the second round, the light that refracted into the atmosphere converged with the previous light, making the man surnamed Shang involuntarily squint.

Sunlight, a little dazzling......

In the golden light, there was suddenly a touch of red wafting out, like the afterglow before the sunset, there was a strange beauty.

The man's eyelids jumped wildly.

Red?

Is that......

Blood!

"It's a brute!"

The body was instinctively driven to the side, and the eyes stiffened to look at the angle of the red float, but what they saw was an extremely strange scene.

Three refugees, standing on their own feet in the wilderness, made a slight gurgling sound in their throats, as if they wanted to say something, but they were always choked by their own vocal cords, and could only look up at the sun motionlessly. The three pairs of eyes, under the direct sunlight, the pupils continued to dilate, and the blood overflowed from the seven orifices, and then ...... Float upwards in the air!

Drops of blood, like raindrops falling from the ground to the sky, continued to rise into the air on the heads of the three people, until a hundred meters in the air, they gathered into three growing blood balls, which happened to be dotted in the light of the second round of the sun, and then became the red color seen by the man surnamed Shang.

"This, this is ...... Elvens!?"

The empire has heard that the barbarian beasts are divided into four races, demons, spirits, death, and ghosts, each with different characteristics, but they all have an innate hostility towards humans.

Among the four clans, the spirit race is extremely miraculous, the beginning is not a living body, but a dead thing in the world, but it contains spirituality, and this trace of spirituality can be like an egg breaking through the shell in the coincidence of heaven and earth, hatching an alternative creature, which is the spirit race.

The spirit race is the product of the power of heaven and earth, they are born to be able to manipulate the aura between heaven and earth, such as the earth spirit to control the mountain stone, the fire spirit to control the fireworks, and the invisible beast in front of them is one of the spirit beasts that can control the light.

The man surnamed Shang suddenly showed a look of despair.

The three brute beasts in the air, in fact, are only hovering up and down the third-level beast soldiers, if it is a demon clan or a dead clan, the man surnamed Shang will not show such an expression, even if it is a ghost clan, under this daylight, he will still struggle with a glimmer of hope, but the spirit clan ......

An invisible and qualitative opponent, how can he deal with a mid-level soldier?

"Shang Rong, save my brother!"

"Brother Shang, hurry up!"

The refugees shouted and scattered in all directions, and sent a plea for help to the man surnamed Shang, but all he saw was his gray face.

He gave up.

After only half a month of escape, he gave up the image that he had insisted on for more than 20 years, and even gave up his home, his younger brother, sister and mother-in-law, just to struggle for a longer life.

However, this kind of life is not what he wants after all.

Such is not life!

The three people below gradually dried up, the blood had been completely emptied, and the three balls of blood in the sky gradually faded, as if they were devoured and decomposed by the invisible mouth, leaving only three clusters of light with a faint red light, which were inconspicuous in the sunlight, and they would be missed if they were not careful.

Then, one of them suddenly rushed towards the man surnamed Shang, Shang Rong.

......

Two pairs of eyes, one bright and one dark, shone on the plain.

It was a glow of life, but it was hidden in some non-existent illusion, unnoticed by the refugee contingent of nearly a hundred people.

They had been observing the refugees for several days, their bright eyes flashing several times, but they were all pressed down by their dark eyes, and they continued to observe without the other party's knowledge.

A few days ago, the brute beast provoked by the campfire attacked, and the two pairs of eyes were clearly visible from beginning to end, until more than forty lives withered, and the bright eyes finally flickered and floated out, and then in the squinting eyes of the dark eyes, the attacking brute beasts were driven away.

The refugees didn't know what was going on in the shadows, thinking that the number had finally scared away the brutes, they regrouped again, and without saying a word, in a rough-looking man, they went in a direction of their choice.

Sunrise, sunset, back and forth, two pairs of eyes always follow the refugees.

On this day, the sunrise shone on a very special position on the plain, and three transparent lights floated high in the sky, silently waiting, and then waiting for the arrival of the refugees.

When the rays of the second round of the sun overlapped, the bright eyes flashed and wanted to rush out, but they were pressed down by the dark eyes that had been prepared for a long time next to them, looking at the three rays of light, sucking up the blood of the three refugees, and then using the power of heaven and earth to wipe out and digest it, melting it into transparency.

The Spirit Beast had no feeling of fullness, and pounced again, this time at the man who was sitting on the ground, motionless, as if he was unwilling to resist any longer.

At this time, the bright eyes could no longer bear it, and finally broke free from the dark eyes, turning into a blue rainbow and flying out instantly.

Bang!

"Alas....."

......

Shang Rong had closed his eyes, and he could feel the Spirit Clan's brute beast's thirst for his blood. As the person with the highest cultivation in the entire refugee ranks, he is also the most delicious and nourishing food among the brute beasts.

It's not that he doesn't dare to resist, but the spirit beasts are really the rarest and most difficult of the four races, because they are conceived by the power of heaven and earth, so they are extremely difficult to kill, and even if ordinary people with abilities cultivate higher than them, they may not be able to take them.

Born in a businessman, Shang Rong knew this very well, so he chose to give up when he was exhausted. I thought that it would not be long before I would experience the helplessness of constantly withdrawing from my life, but ......

Bang!

A strong wind blew across his face, and the abundant vitality that he had not seen for a long time rose in his perception.

It's the capable!

Shang Rong's desperate heart was about to wither, as if it was moistened by the vitality of the water channel in front of him, his lips trembled and squirmed twice, and he opened his eyes.

In the eye, it is a back dressed in silver, not tall, and the hair is short, and the side face is revealed during the rapid shaking......

It turned out to be a child!?

"Alas......"

When the child's seemingly ordinary but strange power shook a spirit beast away, a sigh lingered from behind, and the remaining two spirit beasts, as if they had been immobilized, stood still in the sky.

Shang Rong turned back.

The same silver suit, with a half-white mask on his face, but the most attractive thing was the pair of dark pupils, like a pair of magnets, which firmly attracted the eyes of everyone except the boy, forgetting the escape, fear, and the brute beasts in the sky.

"Hello, may I ask ......" a voice that was so calm that there was no fluctuation: "You guys, how did you survive?"