"Abba, are you telling the truth?" A twelve or thirteen-year-old ordinary boy said to a middle-aged man who was cutting rice on the side.

"Of course, Abba can still lie to you. That immortal is majestic, slash the demon with a sword, and return the peace of my Yao Village. The middle-aged man stopped what he was doing and sighed, "He also used immortal methods to build roads and dams for our village, which is really a good person." ”

The boy stared blankly at the farmland, and gradually fell into an endless reverie. The scene of holding a sword in his hand, swinging a sword to slay demons, and being supported by the villagers kept floating in Yaochen's mind, making him yearn for it infinitely, and a big hand pinched his ear.

"Harvest the rice quickly, and then go home after the harvest."

"Oh. Cut it, cut it, and watch the immortals cut them all down! Yaochen held the rice sickle in his hand, and began to harvest the ears of rice rhythmically, sometimes shouting, "I am the immortal Yaochen, and you are waiting for the young people, all of whom are here to die!" ”。 This caused his father to shake his head, and the villagers who passed by hid their faces and laughed.

The sunset and the day turning into a yellow day are like a middle-aged person becoming an old man, indicating the process of a day and the process of a person's life. Slowly disappearing from the top of the West Mountain, the sky was dim, and Yaochen and his son walked on the path home.

Yaochen saw the two figures in his kitchen, busy serving the hot dishes to the table, and the aroma of the vegetables penetrated into Yaochen's nose, so that he couldn't help but take a heavy breath, and the hala was all over the ground.

There is meat to eat today!

The father and son entered the room and began to take their seats, Yaochen stared at the chicken on the table, and kept swallowing, he could finally enjoy the taste of meat again since the beginning of the year.

"Brother, you're too useless." At this time, the little girl with a red face said.

"Qing'er, then don't eat it, I'll help you eat your share." Yaochen immediately spoke.

When the girl heard this, she stopped ridiculing her brother, and sat quietly and waited for the feast to begin.

There are three dishes on the table, two vegetarian and one faint, which is already the best feast for farmers. Compared with the delicacies of the rich from the mountains and seas, what is the most important thing about a table of dishes? Is it a dish?

There are people who truly love you who cook for you and wait for you to return.

"Chen'er, Qing'er is in a good stage of development, you need to eat more." The peasant woman smiled. And filled it with rice for the whole family.

It was the autumn harvest and this year's harvest was abundant, and the whole family celebrated by eating meat.

The family was happy and full, Yaochen touched his stomach and looked at the shy moon hiding in the white clouds, feeling very satisfied. Suddenly, there seemed to be a glimmer of illness a month ago, and it was being caught by Yaochen's eyes.

What's that, is it an immortal! Yaochen thought to himself. He was surprised and delighted to recall the scene of his reverie flying in reverie in the afternoon.

immediately told his family about it, but no one believed him, and they all said that he was delusional.

Yaochen is helpless, no one understands that he is a teenager's biggest trouble.

After resting and tidying up, Yaochen lay on the bed and recalled the scene just now, how could this make him fall asleep.

In the middle of the night, Yaochen sneaked out quietly while his family was asleep.

"That direction should be the mountain in front of the village."

Yaochen walked to the head of the village, and a number of streamers flew in the sky, leaving obvious tail marks on the white clouds. Yaochen quickened his pace, for fear of missing something.

"Senior brother, there are too many enemies and thieves!" The young man with a young face said to a tall man.

"Everyone knows what it is to climb over this mountain, it's a weak life. Stick with me. Senior brother Li Zhengyun said, "Dao Zhen, you found out about the report of this enemy visit, so let you evacuate the villagers." ”

The young man in Tsing Yi, stained red with blood, knelt down heavily at his brother, turned around and flew back to the village. After Li Zhengyun saw Daozhen leaving, he said: "If there is a retreat, don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

This was his last command, and the struggle in the eyes of the senior brothers became more and more intense.

"Drink!" Li Zhengyun swung his sword to slash the same gate, "What is my generation cultivating for, have you sworn in front of the statue of the ancestor of Qiantian!" ”

"Cultivating the Tao is cultivating people, and cultivating the Tao is cultivating the world!" Li Zhengyun said hoarsely. He wanted to awaken the last awakening among his peers.

"Jie Jie, the strength of this monk in the Southern Realm is really low!" A group of dark shadows appeared.

The battle to the death is imminent.

Yaochen stepped over the mountain obstacle and climbed to the top of a mountain, suddenly, a laser hit him, Yaochen's back was cold, and he didn't have time to dodge, and the streamer shot on the ground.

"Boom!" Fortunately, there was no Zhengzhong Yaochen, but it was just blown up and fell into the valley.

The originally peaceful Yao Village was woken up by a vicious claw, the peaceful life was broken, there were cries of women and children everywhere, and the men prepared daily necessities and desperately took their families to escape. Yaochen's parents were still there desperately looking for him.

"Son! Where are you? The mother cried out in almost mourning.

The monk really went down with the sword. "Please leave quickly, I'll find him."

A dark laugh came, "I think you'd better stay!" "A demon with two horns on his head appeared.

"How could it be so soon!" Dao Zhen's eyes were bloodshot and he said in horror.

"You are fools when we are, the frontal battlefield will definitely take a long time to end, and the battlefield behind it may not be, right? Mole ants."

"This is a Tibetan realm powerhouse, and with my current strength in the realm, it is impossible to be his opponent. For the sake of today's plan, I can only drag it out. “

"Let's go!" Dao Zhen yelled at Yaochen's family, and used Dao power to send him far away.

The demon grinned and laughed at the scene. "None of them can escape, and they all have to be reduced to my blood food!"

The demon gathered red light, like a vicious beast staring at Dao Zhen, and reached forward, a pair of scarlet blood hands were condensed, and he was about to take down Dao Zhen.

The gap in a realm is in front of us, and only ruthless torture and killing is the end. And even more so for the mortals of Yao Village, tragedy will be staged.

The morning sun shot on Yaochen's face, and Yaochen touched his injured thigh in a daze and struggled to get up.

'It's over, I haven't returned all night, I'm going to be cramped!' '

Yaochen desperately climbed out of the valley, looking down, Yaojia Village at the foot of the mountain, there was no early smoke rising, which made him feel puzzled, looking from a distance, there were a few scarlet silts on the streets of Yaocun, and no one was walking in the streets and alleys, which made him feel bad.

When Yaochen entered the village, a headless corpse appeared in front of him at the entrance of the village, and Yaochen felt that his legs were weak and he was about to collapse to the ground. Yaochen held back the vomiting sensation, straightened up, and ran home.

"Abba! Grandma! Qing'er, you're there! Looking at the empty home, he seemed to have fallen to the bottom, and the whole person seemed to be overwhelmed by the heavy mountains. I saw a note left in a corner of the table.

"Demon invasion, leave quickly." The clumsy handwriting must have been left by his father. "Escape from the back of the village!"

Yaochen took the note and fled to the village. There were headless corpses in the streets, and acquaintances who had been caught and killed by Leigh. This made him afraid to look up, afraid to see the corpse, and every unintentional glimpse made him fall into an ice cave, and he did not want to stop for a moment on the blood-stained road. It's like the road to hell, and the corpse is going to be crying out "Why?" What we did wrong! ”

At the end of the village, more dead bodies appeared in front of Yaochen's eyes, and the smell of corpses pierced his nostrils, making him sick. Yaochen's eyes were red, some were smoked, and some were stimulated by the scene in front of him.

Yaochen staggered, holding on to a branch and struggling forward, what he saw along the way, to him, was like a sharp sword cutting off his spirit, endless emptiness came at him, like a fierce beast without humanity to devour him.

Yaochen's eyes were dull and aimless, as if he had forgotten why he was here. He stepped on something and tripped over, and when he looked down, his nerves were instantly stimulated, and his eyes went black and he fainted to the ground.

And what he saw were two familiar people, a man with his heart cut out, and a woman with her legs gnawed.

Thousands of corpses appeared in front of Yaochen's eyes, Yaochen desperately dodged, whether he opened his eyes or closed his eyes, this tragic scene, suddenly a pair of sharp claws grabbed his neck like pliers, Yaochen couldn't breathe in pain, and woke up in a nightmare.

"You're awake." A beautiful figure sat in front of his bed. Yaochen looked at the antique interior, and he fell into confusion.