The Rakshasa Empire, although the people are fierce. With raw blood as a drink and raw meat as food, the physical fitness of the people is a little stronger than that of the Great Qin Dynasty, and the same is true of combat power.

But this place has always been desolate, called Nanban.

In a small city in the western part of the Rakshasa Kingdom.

To be exact. It should be a tribe here. As a result, the construction in the city was very rudimentary, with shabby wooden huts, some even tents.

Here, not a single plant or tree is missing, and the whole earth is almost sandy.

Some people come step by step, and their feet are thick and fall to the ground, but they do not leave footprints in the sand.

It was a man dressed in white, with black hair tied in a coil.

This man is slender, his demeanor is leisurely, his skin is better than snow, and his eyes are like a clear pool, and he is not stained with miscellaneous silk. It has a light spirit, flawless beauty, like a bright moon.

Nearly a hundred miles away from the small city, the man in white stopped, looked up at the small city, and smiled with a thin smile.

"This mortal kingdom is dry and fishing... It seems powerful, but it is like tissue paper. In a few hundred years......" The man in white suddenly paused, shook his head and said, "It doesn't take a hundred years, or even a few years, for this Rakshasa country to collapse without being covered by floods. ”

Here, it is no longer suitable for any grass and trees to grow. Although the people of the Rakshasa Kingdom do not focus on farming, they use hunting. But without plants and trees, those vegetarian animals can't last long.

Once the vegetarian animals are gone, it will be the turn of carnivores, including humans.

At that time, the Rakshasa Kingdom must go north to Great Qin and not fight.

The man in white stood there, the wind blowing behind him.

When this wind hits, the sand rises. It's almost a hundred miles long. Let the whole city be plunged into a curtain of sand. It also made the hair tied in white swaying around.

"Digging into the ground, this is obviously the work of the monk. The man in white narrowed his eyes in the dust storm.

It's not that the dust makes the man in white unable to open his eyes, because the dust can't get an inch closer to him. Even if it is a hundred, a thousand times more violent, it is still the same!

The white-haired man slowly opened his eyes again, his palms moving slightly. It was a spear in his hand, a trembling spear with one finger, no sound, and a more violent wind swept in all directions with its body.

It is the wind that controls the wind, blowing and shaking the smoke and dust of the hundred miles, so that the heaven and earth are restored to clarity, just like the fragrance after a clear rain.

"I probably know why those monks hollowed out the southern region of this star, it turned out to be for a Dao Source thing. The man in white waved his hand again, and the spear disappeared from his hand.

"The source of the Tao is to use external forces for oneself and to melt oneself into one's own way. I didn't expect a small desolate star to have such a chaotic artifact. The man in white shook his head, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"It's a fetish, but to me it's a chicken rib, whether it's used or not. For I am walking a different way than any man in the world. ”

"Even if it's a master, he can't see my path. Because I started it myself. The man in white spoke softly, his expression soaring.

"Focusing on the Shizun Mochen system, and then innovating the law. Cast the first place in the world. One day, I will fulfill the last wish of the master and the immortal, and the nine days of taboo will be raised again!"

The man in white lifted his steps and stood with his hands in his hands. Towards the small town.

"This thing is obtained by those who are destined. But I'm outside of that. If I had taken it by ordinary means, I would not have interfered. ”

"Hehe, do you want to use the blood of all living beings as a scheme, so that this mountain and river will have no future?" the man in white narrowed his eyes again.

"However, I have this world in my heart. ”

The words fell, and in the clear eyes of the man in white, a bright light burst out.

This is the calculation of the Tao, based on the broken mountains and rivers, and the deduction of cause and effect.

There are red threads in the hands of the distant ties, and thousands of miles away. An old woman appeared in the eye.

"The sixth step of the first photo, it can be regarded as a strong party. I just don't know, how many rounds can she hold on to my hands?" the man in white smiled, but this smile was full of disdain.

He didn't immediately look for the old woman, but walked into the city.

Because, here he was, he found the trace of the thing.

Those monks of the Rakshasa country dug up the ground and searched all the land. None of the fire spirit beads were found. But they didn't know that it was right under their noses.

It's approaching night, and it's approaching the end of winter. In this mountain and river where there is no grass and trees to block the wind, it is naturally cold to the bone. So, there wasn't a single person walking around.

The man in white stepped into the city and came to a tent.

The tent was so old that it looked like an old garment that had been worn for decades.

He did not immediately enter the tent, but through the curtain he could see a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, nestled in the hay.

Vaguely, the body can be seen in the hay covered with a weak body, thin and without much flesh.

At this time, the girl was biting on a piece of jerky.

The jerky was the size of a palm, and it was thin, like a leaf.

The girl is eating this piece of dried meat, and if it is not appropriate to use gnawing, it should be said that it is allowed. Little by little, and very carefully chewed.

After eating a little, the girl took out a dirty cloth, carefully wrapped the piece of meat, and hid it in a haystack.

It stands to reason that such a cold day. Some hay couldn't withstand the cold.

But the girl did not feel the cold at all, and her face turned red. It's like having a warm furnace close to you.

The tent contained nothing but a wooden bowl, a basin, and a bucket with a little dirty water.

Judging from the scene I saw before, this girl is very miserable, where did she come from?

The reason for all this is attributed to the red bead hanging on the girl's chest.

This is the fire spirit bead that the emperor of the Rakshasa country has been looking for.

This artifact is in the hands of the maiden.

"Those who are destined, although there is no enlightenment. But once you enter the practice, sooner or later you will enter the second step. The man in white smiled.

"It just so happened that there was no one behind me. There's a maid missing. This little girl is just right. The man in white turned around, still not in the tent.

Instead, he turned and looked up at the sky.

There is no moon today, and it is pitch black. The color of the yellow sand reflects a glimmer of light, so that you can see the surroundings clearly.

"However, there are still some troubles that need to be resolved. ”

The man in white closed his eyes and opened them again.

At this moment of opening his eyes, there seemed to be countless lights rising in the heavens and the earth, and everything around him was gone, only one side of the ground remained.

In this flat land, there are many people standing in different places. About a hundred.

These people are all monks, and the strongest cultivators even have a catastrophe. This is a powerful force that can wipe out a country.

These people, but they are all here for the man in white.

Just because, the emperor of the Rakshasa Kingdom wants to capture this person alive and dedicate it to his ancestors.

Those men waited in silence, and did not act rashly. I didn't know that the man in white had noticed them.

The man in white looked at these people and also chuckled.

A light breeze rose, blowing his black hair, and also blowing the red spikes in the snow-white scabbard around his waist.

The one engraved with three words, the jade pendant of the Fengjing Festival was also gently swaying in the wind.