By this time, the space had gradually become darker.

Even though there is no sun or moon, it can still adjust the color independently.

The most important thing is that this rice field should be located on the periphery of the Divine Ruins, and the demon beasts have gradually begun to pour into the inner circle.

It's hard to find monsters in this area.

Looking at the empty rice fields, I felt a little sorry for the rest of my life.

Perhaps for so many years, apart from her, this rice field is the most handy partner to work with.

Although it was only about half a day of cooperation...

Put away your bags.

The rest of my life walked towards the deep mountain.

For half a day, there was a roar in the deep mountains, and the demonic energy was constantly rippling.

It was only now that the sound had gradually faded.

Obviously, the fight is almost over.

These demon beasts who rushed to the front line have begun to explore deeper space.

Rest...

It's probably the slowest progress.

Completely disconnected from the big army.

Of course, occasionally you will encounter the corpse of a demon beast on the road.

If they were in the outside world, these corpses might still be slowly devoured by them in the form of trophies, improving their own strength.

But within this divine ruin, the corpse of a fourth-level demon beast suddenly didn't seem so valuable.

And...

I don't have time.

Everyone wants to attack the position on the front line, to snatch the treasures of heaven and earth, who will waste time to devour these flesh and blood.

The rest of his life is like a scavenger of the ruins.

Silently followed the path that those demon beasts had walked, put away the corpses one by one, and put them in the mountain and river bottle.

Categories.

The harvest is full.

One corpse is worthless, five, ten...

If you really empty the demon beasts in this god ruin, even if there is nothing in this god ruin, it will be worth it!

Perhaps, this is the greatest treasure for the rest of his life.

Far more than the value of the ruins themselves.

With such a large number of fourth-level demon beasts in his hands, even if the Hui Terran doesn't do anything in the second half of his life, he will open a demon core specialty store and occasionally sell a batch of frozen demon beast meat, and he will be able to live this 'ordinary' life.

……

The side of the town demon pass.

Remote mountains.

The old man sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, his own energy exuding a gentle aura.

The scars on the chest have gradually healed under the blowing of energy.

Ruddy complexion.

The only regret is that his hair is still black, which somewhat affects his fairy temperament.

"Invincible, it's really lonely."

With a light sigh, the old man slowly opened his eyes, just looked at the demon domain in the distance, and let out a sigh.

"The old man guards, is it really this mountain?"

The old man suddenly let out a chuckle, shook his head slightly, his eyes gradually became sharp, got up, stood on the top of the mountain with his hands in his hands, and the robe swayed in the wind: "Old man, you are in this demon domain in the town!" ”

"Seeing that the old man is here, the demon domain has not dared to pass by this mountain for more than ten years!"

"Heh..."

"I'm so strong."

Muttering, a smile gradually appeared on the old man's face.

He nodded slightly.

Apparently very satisfied with the force I pretended to be today.

Suddenly, there was a slight crack around him.

The old man's body stiffened.

Lowering his head slightly, he found that he had accidentally taken a step forward while expressing his chest.

It just happened to kick on that egg.

A tiny crack appears on the surface of the eggshell.

There is even a tendency to spread gradually.

"I'm good!"

The old man was stunned, looked around weakly, and squatted down cautiously.

The egg was still shaking.

The rift widened again.

There is even a tendency to spread completely.

"!"

"That kid comes back, won't let me pay for it!"

The more the old man thought about it, the more panicked he became, gritted his teeth, and raised his crumpled palm on top of the egg.

Wisps of soft energy continued to spread out.

Wrap the eggs.

Soon, the crack in the egg stopped spreading.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief.

"The old man said..."

"The egg is in my hand, how can it go wrong."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, the old man quickly smiled proudly again.

But within seconds of him letting go...

The crack in the egg spreads again.

"Huh!"

"Are you mocking the old man?"

The old man did not believe in evil and slapped his hands again, stopping the trend of broken eggs.

But as soon as he let go of his hand, it didn't take long for the egg to continue to crack.

It's like a tug-of-war!

Even in the end, the old man directly took out his scepter and floated above the egg, suppressing it.

This completely cured the problem.

"Humph!"

"Fighting with the old man?"

With a lonely face stroking his flowing black hair, the old man raised his chin slightly.

Look at that weird crack.

He pulled down a few leaves from the tree and crushed them.

Apply the green juice to the top to mask the cracks.

The original blood-red egg, after experiencing this scene, has become colorful and particularly conspicuous.

It's just that the overall style is nondescript.

But the old man was very satisfied with his masterpiece, and he pretended to be forced again, and found new pleasures, and searched for everything around him that could be used as paint, and smeared it on the eggs.

Finally, looking at the colorful colors, the old man smiled.

"How nice is this!"

At the end of the day's entertainment, the old man sat down cross-legged again and closed his eyes.

Meditate again.

And what he didn't know was that at this time inside the egg.

A young bird is constantly struggling, constantly tapping the eggshell with its newly grown sharp beak.

But no matter how hard it struck, the eggshell didn't move.

The eyes of the newly born sane were full of dazed, incomprehensible emotions.

As if silently questioning...

Why?

According to the instinct of racial talent, as long as you crack open the eggshell, you are born.

But this eggshell...

Why is it so hard?

After about an hour of tapping, the young bird lay exhausted in the egg, and had no strength in its body, and began a new round of recuperation.

Waiting for the next chance to break out of the shell.

Even for some reason, there is always a strange smell that continues to seep in along the eggshell.

There's bitterness, there's floral scent, and there's even some... Stinking...

In a word...

Inside this eggshell, it's painful.

If it could, it wouldn't want to stay for a second.

This smell is too rushing.

Lightheaded.

Faintly, I could hear a voice muttering something outside the eggshell, and although I couldn't understand it, it was so annoying.

Even... And a little scary.

I don't know how long I will have to go through this pain...