The pouring rain fell.

Only a handful of clouds spread out from the dome, and the sky was falling, and the rain in the sky was like silver threads under the light.

The blood and smell on the prairie were all knocked down by the rain.

Hanging above the White Wolf King's tent, "Yuan", his expression was calm, he gently raised his sleeve robe, and a talisman flew out from within, Yuan's posture was like a "little boy" who stood on tiptoe and wanted to touch the wooden beams on the roof, his appearance was a little clumsy, not elegant, this body woke up from hundreds of years of sleep, and it was really a little numb.

And the battle with the Great Elder of the Eastern Demon Domain, Bai Changdeng, just now, was really not even a warm-up.

Although his face is young and his facial features are handsome, the deepest part of his eyes is flowing with thousands of years of time, and he can't hide a trace of tiredness at this moment.

Yuan lowered his head and looked at his body, the cultivators of the Snow Vulture tribe who had accepted the "Golden Winged Dapeng Demon Blood" let out a painful wail one after another under the light of the sky and heavy rain, the blood in their bodies did not belong to the grassland, and they were destined to be cleansed by this heavy rain...... And today's turmoil has brought a huge blow to the eight surnames.

This surprise attack killed many cultivators, and in the fierce battle, many people broke their arms, damaged their cultivation, and the bronze platform banquet on the grassland was destroyed and cleaned, and blood flowed.

Yuan shook his head slightly.

He reached out and touched the top of his head.

Overhead, it's the sky.

The talisman was pressed tightly by him to the top of the clouds, and the heavy rain became as bright as gold, with a refreshing fragrance, and the dead air of the entire grassland was swept away.

Yuan looked at the River of Apocalypse, and he muttered, "This turmoil is because of you...... I'll borrow it...... Your power. ”

The Terran sword cultivator called "Ning Yi" has a majestic vitality in his body, and there is no way to vent.

The talisman that was attached to the heart of heaven let out a slight tremor.

The river of the Apocalypse surged, a large river flew out, and on the riverbed in the distance, a young man in black robe who was unconscious and unconscious, his limbs drooped downward, his body was gently rolled up by the current, and in the center of his eyebrows, a wisp of golden light flew out, but it did not have the slightest sense of exhaustion, but it became more and more continuous and stronger.

"Word Scroll"!

This wisp of gold was stripped out by the "Yuan", and with the power of the talisman, it was kneaded into this autumn rain, and the bloody qi of the slaughter was scattered by the gentle vitality.

The barren grassland gave birth to stubborn frost grass.

Everything recovers.

The creatures wake up.

The White Wolf King touched his cheeks, and the rain on his face was not painful, but the wound showed a hint of healing, the pain was greatly reduced, and even his spirit was better.

There is a warm current in the body...... This warm current nourishes the lungs.

"Is this a gift from ...... 'God'?"

The White Wolf King slowly stood up, his eyes a little blurred.

The cultivators on the grassland, dragging their tired remnants, looked up at the man with water sleeves suspended in the heart of the dome.

In the last moment, the Eastern Demon Domain had already achieved absolute superiority, and when this man appeared, everything changed...... Even the Demon Saint of the Golden-Winged Dapeng Bird had no power to fight back, and was directly defeated.

single-handedly, changed the entire battle.

Yuan rubbed his eyebrows, he looked at those "mortals" with longing eyes, this scene seemed familiar, when he walked side by side with Urle, he had seen too many such gazes.

The voice of the yuan spread over the grassland.

"You don't have to thank me...... If you want to thank that human, thank that human. ”

In the heavy rain, two patches of fog drifted faintly.

Yuan's water sleeve figure was gradually covered by the mist.

The sky above the grassland was clear, the clouds slowly dispersed, and after the fog broke, the sky was already as clear as a wash.

There is not the slightest trace.

And Yuan's voice echoed in everyone's hearts.

Thank...... That human?

In the mind of the White Wolf King, he recalled the black-shirted figure on the bronze platform.

Tian Yu, who covered his arm with one hand and his forehead was covered with blood, sat on the grassland, beside him, Gao Hua had a broken sword in his hand, and he fell down weakly, closing his eyes, just a moment before "Yuan" appeared, he was exhausted and was about to die under the long sword of a vulture cultivator.

At this moment, the body of that snow vulture cultivator was melted by this heavy rain, and all the creatures that contained the "Golden-winged Dapeng Bird Demon Blood" and the cultivators who received the gifts from the Eastern Demon Domain were all cleaned up by Yuan's talismans.

The moist smell of the grass rises.

Tian Ling'er squatted beside her brother, her eyes were red, and the tears swirling in her eyes were faintly visible, she gritted her teeth and bandaged the wounds on her arms for Tian Yu without saying a word.

"Urle...... Did you save us......

Tian Yu leaned on Su Qin's shoulder, he closed his eyes, breathed slowly, felt the air in his lungs being squeezed dry, and slowly recovered.

Every second of survival is so worthy of celebration, even if you set out from the western frontier and arrived at the River of Apocalypse, there has never been a moment like this on the way...... Not to feel like Atlas any longer.

"Lord White Wolf King said, this is the 'blessing' of the River of Apocalypse......" Su Qin spoke softly beside Tian Yu's shoulder, and the crowd in the distance gathered, the eight surnames, to be precise, the cultivators of the seven surnames, in this turmoil, the injured who survived, approached in front of the bronze platform.

The White Wolf King stood at the forefront, his expression was serious, but when he looked in the direction of Tian Yu, he cast a warm gaze at the young man who had trekked from the western border.

Tian Yu smiled and shook his head.

He really didn't have the strength.

There was still the aftermath of fighting and swords in his ears, and his hearing may have been lost in the battle just now, and even at this moment, the voice of the White Wolf King was a little fluctuating.

Can't hear clearly......

Su Qinliang was a little blurry, she gently took her cuff and wiped Tian Yu's earlobe, where scarlet blood flowed, her wiping action was not gentle, but Tian Yu did not react in the slightest, he was already numb to the pain.

Su Qin's voice was extremely soft, and in the ear of her fiancé, she repeated what the White Wolf King said, sentence by sentence.

Lord White Wolf King said...... All of this today is thanks to the ...... of 'Urle'"

"Today's rebels will be suppressed, as for the real treatment, we have to wait until 'Urle' personally decides, the little Khan of the Snow Owl, the cultivators who have not accepted the demon blood of the Eastern Demon Domain, together with the Banner of the Snow Vulture King, will wait until Urle returns......

Speaking of which.

Tian Yu's expression changed slightly.

Urle ...... Didn't come back?

He gritted his teeth with some difficulty, leaned his back on Su Qin's arms, the numbness gradually dissipated, and the pain hit immediately, especially in his ears, a burst of hot pain, in the previous battle, there was a golden-winged Dapeng bird, which roared in his ears, and the sound wave swept away, almost making him deaf.

A drizzle of rain hit his hair, cheeks, chest, and soaked into the bandages on his arms.

The injury turned out to be better.

Tian Yu sniffed his nose lightly...... For some reason, he smelled a familiar breath from the drizzle.

When he walked with Urle, he sometimes felt that this was like the vitality of everything reviving when spring came, Urle looked like a very cold guy, but his heart was warm, and there was a temperament of melting snowy mountains.

Tian Yu looked up at the sky.

Is this life-saving rain also related to Urle?

So...... The White Wolf King said so much, where did Urle go?

Tian Yu suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, he sat on the grassland, slowly waiting for his injury to recover, the heavy rain was still falling, the recovery of the injury was very fast, and the voice of the White Wolf King could gradually be heard.

But until the end of this conversation of "stabilizing the hearts of the army" and when the White Wolf King walked in front of him, he did not wait for the appearance of "Urle".

Tian Yu's heart was already hanging.

"If I'm not mistaken...... Your name is 'Tian Yu'?"

The king of the grassland dressed in snow-white coats came to him, Su Qin and Tian Ling'er's expressions were nervous, they have lived in the western border since childhood, listening to the legends and stories of the River of Apocalypse, if "Urle" is an ancient myth, then "White Wolf King" is the character who writes today's legend.

The White Wolf King leads the Eight Surnames and maintains the current grassland pattern.

The Prairie King, who had three scars on his face, smiled and waved his hand, signaling that there was no need to be nervous.

Beside Tian Yu, there is a guy who has admired the "White Wolf King" for a long time, Gao Hua has regarded the White Wolf King as a lifelong idol since he was a child, and once vowed to go to the River of Apocalypse one day to see the appearance of the White Wolf King.

It's a pity that now the thing is lying on the ground, seemingly recuperating from its injuries, but the tip of its nose has already snored for a while.

The tense scene has a little joy.

Beside the White Wolf King, someone came with the "prophet", the old man's body and bones were quite tough, and the power given by Ning Yi protected his life in this turmoil.

Tian Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

I never thought of it.

The White Wolf King actually bowed slightly, put one hand into a fist on his chest, and gave the most solemn gift on the grassland.

Behind him, the other six Prairie Kings were all like this.

The White Wolf King said softly.

"Thank you...... Bring 'Urle' to us. ”

Tian Yu was stunned.

He stood up sharply, clenched his fists, placed them on his chest, and returned the salute earnestly.

Tian Yu smiled.

He narrowed his eyes, although the face of an honest man was not outstanding, but when his eyes were squinted, it was like a crescent moon.

The prophet looked at Tian Yu, and there was a new aura on this young man's body...... Starting from the western border, after experiencing a lot of hardships, the seemingly ordinary "Tian Yu" has a stubborn and unyielding temperament in his body, like frost grass after the rain, which emerges.

"Urle" also has such qualities.

The old man was in a trance, maybe this was the reason why Ulle was willing to talk to Tian Yu along the way?

In this world, there are people who live like a sun.

And more people are the frost grass on the ground.

But the sun will always set, and the frost grass that grows on this land cannot be blown down by the wind, and the fire cannot be burned inexhaustibly.

Born like weeds, indomitable.