The River of Apocalypse, the "Mother River" on the Celestial Plateau.

It is said that the god Urle-Etu grew up bathing in this mother river.

The mother river precipitates the ancestral power of the blood on the grassland, and there are many ancient treasures buried at the bottom of the river, which can only be taken out by those who are recognized.

"The meeting of the eight surnames was held in the River of Apocalypse. ”

"Our trip to the west is to rush to the River of Apocalypse and find the Snowy Vulture King's tent before the meeting of the Eight Great Surnames is held. ”

A gentle breeze.

Frost grass flying.

On the front panel of the carriage that was gently bumping, Ning Yi was wearing a black robe, leaning back against the carriage, gently holding a frost grass grass clippings.

"For the sake of these children?" he asked.

Tian Yu, who was riding the horse, nodded.

His expression was complicated, and he inadvertently looked back in the direction of his hometown, and said softly: "There was an 'epidemic' there, many innocent people died, and the rules set by the eight surnames are above, and we are not allowed to leave without permission." This time I am looking for the Vulture King's Tent, I hope that those adults in the King's Tent are willing to take in these children, they are young seeds, and they are the hope of the future of the grassland, if one day the grassland is no longer peaceful, someone has to lift the sword, right?"

Tian Yu paused.

He looked at the man beside him with an empty gaze, as if he was in a daze.

Ning Yi has a completely different temperament from the cultivators on the grassland, this stranger is not tall, let alone strong, but there is a cold murderous aura all over his body, like a treasure knife hidden in a sheath, silent for a long time, but if it is unsheathed, it is a murderous blood.

Tian Yu pondered for a moment and asked, "Urle, what about you?"

Ning Yi was stunned.

After setting off from that small river, these steppe people, who had saved their lives, began to call themselves "Urle...... Whether it is adults, children, the elderly, or women, they look at their eyes, as if they are looking at the savior, Ning Yi is a little helpless about this, even if he is not a native of the grassland, he also knows the meaning of these three words.

"Where are you going?

Tian Yu saw that Ning Yi was stunned, and added.

Ning Yi immediately came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Yes, yes." ”

There was a pause.

"In ...... Far away. He clasped his hands behind his head, leaned back, his upper body jolted gently with the carriage, grass clippings in his mouth, and his tone was a little indistinct, "It's going to be difficult to go back for a while." ”

Tian Yu said solemnly: "The far place that Urle is going to is in the south?"

Ning Yi hummed softly.

"The secret legend of the steppe mentions the deeds of the great prince during his lifetime. ”

Tenjin Highland.

The wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep low.

Tian Yu said slowly: "That monarch led the eight surnames to the north, and it was the demon clan who fought against it, so there were many speculations and doubts about the monarch's life experience...... Everyone thought that the Great Monarch might be from the Great Sui, but even the 'River of Apocalypse' recognized him. ”

As Tian Yu spoke, a strand of snow-white falcon hair appeared in the center of his eyebrows, and the distance between his pupils became narrow and sharp.

"The life on this grassland is an abandoned child between the two worlds, everyone is a fallen person at the end of the world, and they are disgusted with blood, origin, and the prejudice arising from it

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Tian Yu......, who had snow-white fine fluff on his cheeks, sighed: "Actually, we don't want much, just to stand together as equals and live peacefully." ”

Ning Yi knew that the contradiction between the two worlds had been for a long time.

There is the magnificent feat of the Guangming Emperor to open up the territory, the immortal barrier that hangs over the sea for thousands of years, and the Great Wall of the north strengthened by generations of emperors, no matter how fierce the contradiction between the two clans is, it is impossible to complete the subversive act...... However, the half-breed who survived in the cracks is the most miserable existence in this contradiction, for the past two thousand years, under the leadership of the Maharaja, the situation has become better, before this, the aborigines of this grassland, is the "cattle and sheep" of the north and the south, because of blood, life, geographical location, many reasons, caused by the common discrimination and disgust of the north and the south.

No matter where you fall, you will not be accepted.

But now it is different, the flame on this grassland has been ignited by Urle-Etu, and it has been burning bigger and bigger for two thousand years, and the eight surnames can already dominate this grassland and see a bright corner of the future.

Ning Yi could foresee.

When the eight great surnames of the grassland became more and more powerful, and the wrestling between the Great Sui and the demon clan became more and more difficult, until they reached a stalemate, at this time, both sides urgently needed an external force to break the balance.

Then this Tianshen Plateau is a treasure land that must be contested.

Tian Yu narrowed his eyes and looked into the air, after the eagle falcon demonized, his eyes became extremely keen, and he caught a faint shadow in the snow, and his expression became happy.

Tian Yu muttered:

"Good news, Urle...... The Prophet said before that you need some information. ”

He smiled, stretched out two fingers, slightly bent, and held them in his mouth, pursed his lips slightly, let out a clear and long whistling sound, and blew a loud whistle.

A response rang out from the vast grassland.

Above the sky, a snow-white eagle falcon figure, vigorous as a shuttle, wings flapping the snow, swept from behind, this eagle falcon is not big, only about four feet, but the growth is excellent, especially a pair of eyes, the eyes are clear and cold, like a reflection of a wave of light, quickly falling, when about to fall on the carriage, gather the momentum of the flapping wings, at the same time Tian Yu stretched out an arm, let it stop on his forearm.

"Skinny pigeon, long time no see. He patted the head of the snow-white falcon, smiled and rubbed the hair with his forehead, and then gently removed the red rope bound by the falcon's claws, the red rope stretched, and a small piece of jade pendant fell, and Tian Yu threw the jade pendant.

Ning Yi, who was leaning on the carriage, stretched out his hands and took this jade pendant containing divine thoughts, he blinked, his attention was focused on this eagle falcon, looking at each other in pairs, the eagle falcon named "Thin Pigeon" tilted his head slightly, his big eyes showed a thick confusion, and he didn't seem to have any cold killing intent.

Tian Yu smiled and said, "It's the first time I've seen it, the Great Sui Imperial City is all-encompassing, and there are no grassland falcons?"

Ning Yi shook his head and said with a smile: "Yes, but it's rare, I haven't seen it." The powerful people in the south, ordinary people don't raise it, although this guy is not big, but he is very fierce, just the process of boiling, can exhaust the pampered and impetuous. ”

Tian Yu smiled awkwardly and said, "Because of the bloodline, we are all partners in this grassland. ”

Ning Yi stretched out a hand.

Tian Yu wanted to remind that although this "thin pigeon" is small, it is very cruel and brutal, and the last time a stranger touched it, the palm of his hand was directly pecked out of a palm through the palm

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of the Blood Cave.

Tian Yu looked at the scene in front of him in a daze.

Ning Yi gently stretched out his palm, and the thin pigeon poked his head out and rubbed it twice in the stranger's palm with great affection.

Tian Yu scratched his head, thinking of the scene where Ning Yi fought against the snow tornado alone, his heart was immediately relieved.

He muttered inwardly, "After all, this is Urle......"

"Why is it called a thin pigeon?" Ning Yi patted the little guy's head lightly, and asked with a smile, "Just because of his small size?"

Tian Yu nodded, he smiled and said: "Big guy, there is a head several times bigger than it, it stands on my shoulder, I am too heavy, those big guys, can carry me straight to the sky, I heard that there is a pure-blooded demon in the Vulture King's tent, stretch his body, the size of several zhang around his body, and he can accommodate several people on his back, I have always wanted to see and know, but unfortunately I don't have the opportunity...... I'm used to galloping on the grassland, but I don't know what it's like to go to heaven?"

Ning Yi blinked, gestured with his hands, and asked with a smile: "Before coming here, I rode a big bird of dozens of zhang...... Do you believe it or not?"

Tian Yu let out an "ah" with a confused face.

Tens of zhang in size?

How big does that have to be?

He looked back at the convoy and silently calculated in his heart the ruler, zhang, one zhang, two zhang, and ten zhang...... Dozens of zhang is dozens of zhang?

If it wasn't Urle who said this, he must have thought that the other party was bragging.

Ning Yi couldn't help laughing.

Tian Yu said angrily: "It's really fake, Urle, don't lie to me. ”

"It's true. Ning Yi immediately restrained his smile, but there was still a smile in his eyes, he patted Tian Yu on the shoulder, and promised seriously: "There is a chance to take you to heaven." ”

Tian Yu grabbed his hair and honestly agreed, "Okay...... There is a chance to take me to heaven. ”

Sounds weird.

The honest man raised his forearm, the snow-white falcon comprehended, spread his wings again, and flew towards the dome, he sighed: "The Eight Great Kings' Tent has established strong defensive measures, formations, and talismans on this grassland, thanks to the secret storage left by Urle back then, the grassland has peace today...... Sometimes, when we need to understand the outside world, we have to rely on these falcons, they are our eyes, and they are also the eyes of the grassland. ”

Tian Yu pointed to the jade pendant in Ning Yi's hand, and said proudly: "This jade pendant formation talisman is expensive, in the grassland, few people can afford it, the great array mage of the white wolf king's tent has an old relationship with the great prophet of the snowvulture king's tent, so this talisman formation is in the hands of the great prophet." ”

Still sold a pass?

Ning Yi deliberately followed Tian Yu's words and asked with a smile, "So how can you afford it?"

Tian Yu's eyes narrowed into a line, looked back at the carriage, and said with a smile: "Lord Prophet is a disciple of the Great Prophet of the Vulture King's Tent...... Although it is the bearer kind, there is always some benefit. ”

For example, this formation talisman.

Another example is the "mutual help" in the future.

This is why this group of people has the courage to travel thousands of miles to the Vulture King's tent, the old man in the carriage has a connection with the Great Prophet, and the distress in such a time of crisis must also be able to get help.

Ning Yi sighed in his heart, if the character of the grassland people is like this, then he can save a lot of worry along the way...... I'm afraid, this grassland, like the interior of the Great Sui, is intrigued and hidden, and the incense more than a hundred years ago is not worth a few dollars.

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