Raise your head to look at the bright moon, and look down to see the yellow sand.

A line of ragged people, shoulder to shoulder, staggering like a hundred ghosts walking at night, the only difference is a series of footprints of different shades on the sand.

It was the silence of all the people, and a beast roar sounded from the sky, frightening all the sleepy people flying together, trembling all over.

The smell was strong, Cheng Yu sneezed and wrapped Xiao Mai tightly.

The environment was so bad that her mentality collapsed a little.

I want to look up to the sky and scream: she wore it!

This is the Tianchu Continent, the declining Immortal Cultivation Realm. There are thousands of cities, the west pole of this place is stuffed with cities, the yellow sand is wrapped in the city, and the birds do not in the ghost place.

The city gate has big characters and is named: Xianqi.

Here is a refugee concentration camp outside Xianqi City, surrounded by ruins, sand sculptures are everywhere, and the people who walk are all yellow and thin-skinned.

The background is also different from her peaceful era, the singing and dancing in the city is level, and the demon master is high. Demons are rampant outside the city, and corpses are everywhere.

In and outside the city, in heaven and on earth.

Coincidentally, she joined a refugee, lived here for three years, and was tormented by this dark life, a few hours ago because of a fight with someone for a piece of blackened steamed buns, someone smashed her head, and died.

And with a bloody face and saury-like eyes, she was "polite" all the way, standing in the front row of the line, waiting for the city gate to open and receive a day's rations.

The sky is clear, and the cold is aggravated.

Cheng Yuan's thin linen clothes tightened and tightened, and the person was almost shaken into chaff, and when the resentment reached its peak, the city gate finally opened with a bang.

The city gates are guarded by heavy armor, neatly arranged on the left and right.

A cold shout interrupted the commotion of the refugees.

"Queue, get the food."

Three young men, tall, short, fat and thin. Methodically entered the sand castle set up outside the city gate.

The team began to move forward.

The shape of the sand castle is peculiar, the outer circle is square and the inner square, and a huge glazed stone is placed at the top, which leads the sky and shines with a shimmering light.

There is a ban in the sand castle, and the spring flowers are blooming and energetic, and people are immediately alive.

The teenagers were lined up one after another, each with red lips and white teeth, and a dignified appearance. Unified snow-white robes, gilded silk threads outline auspicious clouds, and gestures are proud.

The future demon master has an engraved inscription on his head: life is brilliant and the future is bright.

Before them, the sackcloth-wrapped refugees were rats in the gutter, wretched worms that could not see the light.

Light and darkness are distinct.

In this bizarre world of cultivating immortals, there are demons rampant, and naturally there are strong demons. The one that came into being was the Demon Master, which has also become the most promising profession, and everyone is eager to pursue it.

There are so many people who want to become a demon master, but there are very few people who can really be it.

As for how to become a Demon Master?

"What a daze! Three steamed buns and a bottle of water. ”

Cheng Yuan came back to his senses, took the food handed over by a vine, and couldn't wait to eat it.

I'm ashamed, the teenagers are beautiful and delicious, but at this moment, they are not as good as the steamed buns in their hands.

She watched as she walked.

The vines are green all over, adorned with delicate leaves, and they are a little demon, a little enlightened and able to listen to people.

Obedient to the boys, the vines flew sideways, and the food was distributed quickly and orderly.

Throwing up disobedient refugees is also fast and ruthless, and throwing them one at a time.

Whoever sees it doesn't say a word: the demon is really the best friend of mankind.

The second teenager can barter and have no category restrictions.

There are occasional birds and beasts in the desert, once you get your hands on it, you can exchange it for food, and it is unknown if you can exchange it for spirit stones.

As for the night beast demon, it is fortunate to meet Sansheng to be able to live, and no one has ever brought it in exchange.

Or rather, never outside the city.

The most striking is the third juvenile division.

In front of him is clear water, clay, porcelain pots, and spiritual plants. Something that is rarely seen in the desert.

The young man had a serious face and a stiff hand, fiddling with two withered yellow spirit plants.

Under the Demon Master, there are all walks of life, among which the Spirit Planter is particularly popular.

The desert lacks water, and there is a shortage of spiritual plants, and those who can breed and cultivate spiritual plants are all guests.

The original owner of Cheng Yuan's body was also a talented spirit planter.

Why did you end up here? It's bloody and bizarre.

Before the age of eight, the original owner was still the daughter of the city lord of Xianqi City, and he was the young city lord. Since childhood, he has been pampered, and the fairy source is rich, and everywhere he goes, he is in the spotlight and guarded.

The city lord was born as a demon master, but he cultivated his daughter's talent, because he knew that the demon master was often in danger, and the spirit planter was more secure and comfortable, which could really be said to be far-reaching for his children.

The original owner has indeed lived up to expectations, he has been smart and diligent since he was a child, he has memorized several spiritual plant classics, and has recognized most of the spiritual plant species, and has been personally certified as a junior spiritual planter by the spiritual plant master.

Seeing that a new star in the Spirit Cultivation Realm was about to rise, the situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse three years ago.

The original owner was exposed to his background, and the dove occupied the magpie's nest, the master of the counterfeit. The city lord was seriously injured and fainted. The original owner called for a good beating, threw out of the city gate, and almost died of illness.

Or an old refugee in the ruins, Kui Lao Ghost couldn't bear it, and used a patch of medicine that had been stored for many years, so as to pick up a small life for her.

A few months ago, the old ghost got lost in the desert and was never traced. The original owner searched for nothing and was lonely again.

Then Cheng Yun took over, at this moment she can be said to be indistinguishable, and she is full of illness.

"This must not be left ......"

When the young man heard this, he glanced at her: "What do you know?" ”

Cheng Yuan waved his hand, then I'll go.

A man behind him collided, squeezed Cheng Yun away, and handed over the black hand.

There were three flat, black stones on it.

Indeed, the boy said, "It is useless to break stones." ”

The man was anxious: "Don't say it, this is a family heirloom orchid seed, which is very rare, but it's just a little older......"

Oh, it's expired.

The boy didn't lift his eyelids and waved his hand.

The green shadow flashed, and the man immediately flew out of the sandcastle and came with a flat sand and falling goose.

Cheng Yuan patted his chest, fortunately he ran fast.

……

There are countless refugees in the rubble, all hiding under the sand pits.

Occasionally, half of the intact roof tiles are already "big households" within a radius of several miles.

The man looked around outside the abandoned house, turned his head and glared at the person behind him, looking impatient and very vicious.

"Kid, get out of the way." I followed it all the way.

Cheng Yun sniffed: "There are guests coming from afar, don't you invite them to sit at home?" ”

"Die, I already have a wife and children!" The man had his long arms around his chest and looked guarded.

Cheng Yu is cold, you are really a common believer.

"Do you want to change the seeds?"

"I'd rather die than change!"

Cheng Yun took two steps closer: "A seed and a bottle of water." ”

"You are what my seed is, horns and! I just swallowed it alive and fed it to the dogs, and I didn't-"

"Add another steamed bun."

"Two!"

"Deal."

One hand for seeds, the other hand for rations.

The seeds were chosen by Cheng Yu himself, the fullest size, and he looked at it and could be saved.

……

Cheng Yuan's residence is boxy, with a broken board on his head, and it is a sand pit that can be planed with strength.

The sand pit is simple, cold in winter and hot in summer, except for being able to hide people from the wind, it is nothing.

If it rains, it is not a dream to be buried alive by seepage. However, the rain in the desert is the dream of spring and autumn.

Skillfully reaching into the ground, he pulled out a broken bowl with a gap.

Probe again and pull out half a bottle of water.

These things are all the private collections of Kui Lao Ghost.

Desert water, the source of life, nothing can be missing.

I don't know how much water is buried under this sand pit, but if you dig deeper, you can still dig up a bottle or two.

The water hidden by the old ghost of Kui, dig it out, there is always it.

The original owner used to be a spirit planter, and there was still a certain way to revive the seeds.

According to the "Lingzhi Tonglu", the seeds of the Linglan are pure and pure, and it is not stained with mud compared to Hanlian, which cannot be stained at all.

I drank half a bottle of water, washed the dishes with some wasted water, and then watered the surface of the seeds, fished them, and drained them.

Soaking, salvage, and replant.

There is no soil here, and all Cheng can do is hydroponics.

Temperature, humidity, and time are all indispensable.

Not everyone can become a spiritual planter. Cultivating spiritual plants requires talent.

Some people are talented, what to plant and what to die, they can be called walking spiritual plant killers, and people give them nicknames "Hua Qiangu" and "Qi Baicao".

Avoid such people, and the rest of the efforts will be done.

A few hours later, the water in the bowl suddenly boiled and evaporated in an instant.

Cheng Yuan wondered, strange.

If you look closer, the coat of the seed is peeling off, turning from black to crimson.

Good fellow, this kind of kid has two faces!

At this moment, the color is beautiful, like a jewel. The seed turned out to be the long-extinct Lingfu grass in the "Lingzhi Tonglu".

There is an allusion to this spiritual plant: the king is the king by the wood, and the blessed grass is born in the temple. It means auspicious, and has always been regarded as a treasure by the spirit planters of Zhongzhou.

This is, a big leak!

However, the Fuling Grass was born by absorbing the aura of the temple, and the growing conditions were harsh, so it may not be able to grow at this moment.

At that time, the temperature was rising, and it was almost noon.

Cheng Yu simply lay flat.

Soon, the body lost a lot of water, it became difficult to breathe, and I felt that every minute was tormenting.

It also makes sense that Xianqi City only distributes food in the early hours of the morning. Otherwise, the human evaporation technique will be staged in minutes.

Lie flat and be more compatible with refugees.

Whoever wants to say that this is a waste of life and wasted time, it must be said: You are high, you are amazing.

And so, until nightfall. Cheng Yuan woke up, his body was delicate and soft, shaped like a noodle.

No, it's not noodles.

Smack!

The thick roots waved in the air, the whole body was snow-white, and the wind was like a blade between the extensions, and the sand and rocks in the sand pit collapsed in an instant.

The dark sky, the vast sand dunes, alas, the broken planks, that was her home.

Her home! Gone!

"There's a demon coming!"

"There's a demon coming!"

Terrible screams rang out around the bunker.

Demons?

A small life is at stake, Cheng Yun ran as soon as he pulled his legs, and the green branches and leaves swayed with the wind, like a shadow.

Countless people fled in a hurry, and everyone next to them was dumbfounded and cried.

Cheng Yuan ran faster.

I'm afraid that this demon didn't recognize her, and he couldn't get rid of her.

The roots are galloping on the ground, flying sand and rocks, and smoke and dust are billowing off.

Cheng Yun saw his clothes in a trance, broken and messy hanging on the branches and swaying.

The world is declining, morality is declining, this is what a demon can do?

Her anger came from it, and she turned back sharply.

Turn back, turn back, look back again.

The roots, stems and leaves sway slightly, like shadows.

Where's the demon?

Horrified in her heart, Cheng Yuan lowered her head, messy in the wind, what about her body?