In the middle of the Red Dust Continent, there is a male city named Luo'an, which is the largest city in the Red Dust Continent, with a population of more than 10 million, and is also the economic, cultural, and military center of the entire continent. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoCountless powerful sects and forces have gathered here.

Fifteen miles outside the city of Luo'an, there is a hill called "Thick Earth".

Houtu Mountain is only more than 100 meters high, and the grass and trees on the mountain are sparse, and it is a small hillside that can not be more ordinary.

Halfway up the Houtu Mountain, there is a simple small thatched hut, the house is surrounded by a fence, raising chickens, and the vegetable garden of less than half an acre is full of bright melons, fruits and vegetables.

There lived an old farmer in the hut, he had lived in the hut for many years, and when there was something to do, he would go down to the mountain to run errands, and when there was nothing to do, he would return to the mountain, plant the fields, and raise chickens.

The old farmer has nothing to do for seventy-three years, so the melons, fruits and vegetables outside the old farmer's door are extraordinarily lush, and the chickens are also fattened.

On this day, the old farmer was facing the loess with his back to the sky and bowing down in the field, watering melons and fruits, and an old man in a black robe came to the outside of the vegetable garden.

The old man in the robe was full of silver hair, his face was also full of wrinkles, his steps were slow, and he looked old, but if you look closely, you can find that he has an extremely strong power on his body, and there seems to be a surging power like ten thousand thunderbolts hidden in the ravine-like wrinkles. His eyes were as deep as the sea, and on the surface he seemed calm, but it was hard to imagine what kind of turbulent waves he could have erupted in anger.

The texture of the robe on the old man's body is soft, and between the dense and fine black lines, there is a faint surge of dark golden light, if there are experts here, you will find that the robe on the old man's body is made of the most expensive "Wujin Heavenly Silk" on the Red Dust Continent.

Any piece of Ugin Celestial Silk is worth a fortune, and so many Ugin Celestial Silk together are enough to buy the next city.

The old man in the black robe who came to the outside of the vegetable garden in "a city" actually made an astonishing move, he suddenly knelt on his knees, bowed to the old farmer, and did not mind that his precious black robe was stained with loess and dust.

The old farmer hunched over, seriously watering the vegetables, even if the old man in the robe suddenly knelt down, the old farmer's hand was very steady and gentle, continued to scoop a scoop of water and water on the vegetable leaves, and asked softly: "Old Mo, for many years, you have not come up on my thick soil slope, why do you make such a big gift today, get up." The old farmer's voice makes it easy to think of the clear night sky, boundless and quiet, revealing a breathtaking magic.

The old man in the Xuan robe stood up, his old body still bowing slightly, and said, "After seventy-three years, I have once again detected the surge of demonic breath. ”

The old farmer's hand for watering the vegetable leaves finally broke and stopped, and he threw the melon scoop into the bucket beside him, and the bucket rippled, and in the delicate ripples, it seemed to reflect a huge peak that covered the sky.

The old farmer straightened up.

As the old farmer got up, a vast and boundless momentum spread out, and the old man in the Xuan robe, who was originally very powerful, instantly became as small as dust.

Not only the old man in the black robe, but also the surrounding melons, fruits and vegetables, the chickens pecking rice in the distance, the fence, the loess, and even the black dog in front of the old farmer's door and this world have become as small as dust, and the entire thick soil slope seems to have become a universe around the old farmer.

The old farmer is the center of the universe.

In him, we can see fraternity, tolerance, righteousness, wisdom, wisdom, slaughter, and rebelliousness...... All kinds of temperaments and temperaments are integrated, giving people an approachable cordiality, but there is a majestic and immeasurable coercion.

This old farmer who cultivates on the slopes of thick soil is the supreme lord of the entire Red Dust Continent, His Majesty the Contemporary Emperor Agriculture.

The god of agriculture was in the vegetable garden and beckoned to the old man in the robe: "Old Mo, come in and talk." ”

It was just an ordinary vegetable garden, but the old man in the robe felt more solemn than if he had entered the inner hall of the imperial city, he tidied up his clothes, patted the dust on his body, and walked into the vegetable garden with a solemn expression.

In the vegetable garden full of colorful melons and fruits, two old men sat on the ground, and the god of agriculture filled the melon with water and handed it to the old man in the black robe, who was flattered to hold it with both hands, gently took a sip of the water in the scoop, and respectfully put it aside.

Saturnalia then asked, "Where did you find the Devil's Breath?"

The old man in the robe said: "One of the thirty-six treasure caves, the Cangyun Treasure Cave located in the south of the mainland, Your Majesty, you also know that my Mo family has set up the "Golden Carp Floating" in many places in the Red Dust Continent since ancient times, as long as there is a surge of demonic breath, it can be accurately monitored, and the thirty-six treasure caves, which are the wartime refuge of our human race, are the focus of monitoring. ”

The old man in the Xuanrobe paused for a moment, and then continued: "However, the strange thing is that the demonic breath in the Cangyun Treasure Cave only appeared for a short moment and then disappeared. ”

The god of agriculture listened silently, and muttered: "In this way, the demon clan should be a shadow child lurking in the Red Dust Continent, who was discovered for some reason and forced to be exposed, either they killed the person who found them, or the person who found them has already killed him." ”

The old man in the Xuanrobe groaned for a moment and asked, "Because the Cangyun Treasure Cave will automatically appear every seven years, opening the entrance and exit for the exchange of heaven and earth aura, and it is currently the day when the Cangyun Treasure Cave opens, so Your Majesty has concluded that all the people who found them are humans?"

The god of agriculture nodded: "After seventy-three years, the Demon Breath reappeared in the Red Dust Continent, is it definitely not an accident that someone was sent?"

The old man in the robe said: "I have sent my Mo family to worship Mingkong to send someone forward, he has participated in the war between humans and demons back then, he knows a lot of demon totems, and he is very experienced, but due to the prohibition of the laws in the treasure cave, Mingkong can't enter, so he has to let the younger generation of family members go deep into it first, investigate the clues, and then bring them out." ”

Saturnalia nodded and said no more. After a moment, his expression suddenly darkened, and he frowned and pondered, his deep and boundless hidden worries.

The old man in the robe looked stunned and asked tentatively, "What's wrong with Your Majesty?"

The god of agriculture sighed: "The appearance of the dark son, the surging of demon breath, these are the precursors of the imminent start of the war between humans and demons, the lifespan of our human warriors is at most two hundred years old, but the demon race can live to five hundred years old, those demon kings and demon lords who fled back to the Moluo continent after defeat are now in their prime, and the strength of the demon emperor has long reached the point of unfathomable, even if it is me, I dare not win easily." If we experience another battle between humans and demons, our Terran's chances of victory are extremely low. ”

The old man in the Xuanpao was stunned for a moment, and said: "Although our generation has grown old, there are many young heroes from the major forces, and there are even more owners of the nine grades like Xu Linfeng, the 'dawn of the human race', and the prime-aged generation on the mainland today may not be weaker than us back then." ”

Saturnalia shook his head, the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth piled up slightly, slightly bitter: "In today's peaceful and prosperous world, it seems that there are many talents, and young warriors from all forces have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, but how many people have really seen the demon race? How many people have known the totem of the demon race? No one has experienced the baptism of blood and war like we did back then, can they chew the devil's horn and swallow the devil's flesh like we did back then?" Just a demon slaughter battle, it is enough to scare these young juniors, although their realm has advanced by leaps and bounds, but there are really too few people who have really experienced life and death and know how to fight with the demons. ”

The god of agriculture shook his head, picked up the melon scoop and took a sip, and continued: "Seventy-three years ago, the five million demon army returned with a feather, and it seemed to be peaceful, but this is not a strategy adopted by the demon race, so that we old guys can slowly consume energy under the passage of time, so that the younger generation can be complacent in the peaceful and prosperous world of contentment and pleasure, and sit in the well and watch the sky. ”

"The Western Frontier War Palace has long since declined, the younger generation of the Northern Cold Palace has never produced a single sword immortal, the young pharmacists of the Southern Wilderness Medicine Palace, there are very few who can be called saints, and the younger generation of your four major families, how many of them can be among the top list of the red dust? ”

After listening to the narration of the old man in the black robe, sweat couldn't help but appear in the palms of his hands, and he only felt that the hairs on his back stood upside down, and he felt a sense of crisis like walking on thin ice.

He asked tentatively: "The current Dongji Martial Palace is not bad, not only are there many outstanding people, but there are also geniuses like Xu Linfeng who entered the Heavenly Martial Arts at the age of sixteen, and the weather is also at its peak. ”

"Prosperous!?" Saturnalia smiled faintly, "The East Pole Martial Palace attaches too much importance to talent and sects, non-sixth-grade divine vein owners do not accept it, Hai Chaosheng's old horseman has lived all his life and has never understood a truth, the divine vein is only a part of the talent, low-grade divine vein owners, there is also the possibility of becoming a strong person, decades ago the Star Gate stole most of the continent, countless sect forces of the exercises, treasures, Countless martial arts have been stolen, and the East Pole Martial Palace is the most well-preserved, but it has hoarded goods, set up a high threshold, and turned away countless outstanding teenagers. ”

The god of agriculture said again, and the old man in the robe was speechless, he only felt that his lips were dry and his expression was uneasy, and he picked up the melon scoop and drank a sip of water.

In the distance, the big black dog who was sleeping soundly at the door of the hut opened his eyes slightly, glanced at the old man in the robe with a slight mockery, and fell asleep quietly.

The old man in the dark robe rubbed his palms and sweated, and asked again: "According to Your Majesty's view, the demon clan must have made big moves in recent years, so how should we deal with it?"

The god of agriculture didn't speak, just sighed, as if deep thought, and after a while, he pointed to the melons, fruits and vegetables all over the ground with his rough fingers covered with calluses, and said: "I have planted the land for seventy-three years to have these results, and if the Red Dust Continent wants to be revived, it is impossible to do it in a hurry. ”

The old man in the Xuanrobe said: "Your Majesty's intention is to let the Dongji Martial Palace lower the threshold and accept disciples?"

The god of agriculture said indifferently: "Not only the East Pole Martial Palace, but also the forces under the control of the four palaces in the southeast, east and west, and your four major families, must unite and hold a ceremony for all the previous apprentices, regardless of race, talent, and origin, as long as you can pass the assessment of the sect, you can get started, and focus on the cultivation of killing blood, at most it will only be five years, and see what kind of results can be produced." ”

The old man in the robe paused for a moment and asked, "It is understandable that the old minister is born regardless of talent, but this does not count the race-"

The god of agriculture said: "The demon race is powerful, barbaric and vicious, not only threatening my human race, the demon race, the feather race and other weak races, they have been persecuted in history, and the other races living in the Red Dust Continent will definitely prefer my human race to dominate the continent rather than be committed to the rule of the demon race, not to mention that among them, maybe many of them have mixed blood of human blood, and they can have the same hatred and hatred." ”

The old man in the robe bowed his head and said, "I understand, the old minister immediately notified the patriarchs of the other three major families and the palace master of the four palaces to start preparing for this matter." ”

After the old man in the robe bowed back, the god of agriculture slowly raised his head and looked at the western sky.

The west is the direction in which the Moluo Continent is located.

He was silent for a moment, drank all the water in the melon scoop, looked back at the big black dog lying prone in front of the door, and said softly: "There are flies in Cangyun Treasure Cave, and there should be a lot of flies in other places. ”

The black dog lying in front of the door opened his eyes, and in the dark pupils, there was a mysterious ghostly light.

It stood up slowly, its sturdy figure resembling a dog, more like a majestic black hill.

As it got up, the majesty came out, and it vaguely broke the majestic feeling of the god of agriculture that was one of heaven and earth and a universe of its own.

The black dog stepped on the loess and slowly walked down the hillside.

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