The little beggar didn't expect that his act of picking up debris actually caused a craze in the lower reaches of most of the broken cangs, although there are still some ordinary people who focus on shoveling soil, but compared with the figure of picking up debris, there is undoubtedly a lot less.

While the crowds in the riverbed downstream are frantically searching for debris, the large groups of people in the far middle and upstream are different. They were also looking for treasure in the vicissitudes, but from time to time they looked up to see the sky.

......

"This year is another millennium, right?" At this time, in Xuanmiao Country, at the place where the little beggar and Lao Hua agreed, a woman quietly looked at the river hanging in the distance, and even faintly heard the surging sound of the river waves rushing in her ears.

"Hmm. ”

"Should I say they are pitiful?" the woman had some sadness between her eyebrows, looking at the turbid river flowing and winding, and her tone revealed a lot of helplessness.

"This natural disaster is indeed a bit pitiful. ”

On the tea table behind the woman, there was a handsome man holding a tea cup, but he didn't drink it, just looked at it in a daze.

"Natural Disaster...... the woman muttered to herself, a hint of mockery on her soft face at the corner of her mouth, "I wonder where he is?"

"It should be soon. ”

The man who spoke put down the porcelain bowl and looked far away at the river hanging outside the window, as if he could see far away.

......

The little beggar who picked up the debris all the way was not only picking up the ground, this good thing was always hidden deeply, and it was not unreasonable to say, maybe there were many debris of good condition buried in the soil.

The debris of this large area was touched clean, and the ordinary people had no choice but to continue shoveling the earth, and they could not match the speed of the cultivators, and they rushed far and wide to pick it up.

But not all the cultivators went far away, and several of them were still faintly scattered around the little beggar, watching the little beggar's series of actions, maybe the secret in this fragment could be discovered by them.

The eyes of these cultivators were hidden, and the little beggar only felt uncomfortable, and some bad thoughts were running around in his heart, but he didn't understand why. The river hanging overhead is even more depressing and annoying.

When I first walked into this riverbed, I didn't feel that there was anything in the hanging river in the sky, but as time went by, in the little beggar's feeling, it seemed that the rushing river was constantly approaching.

But just looking up to observe, it is difficult to find any movement in the river above his head, but the change in the sound of the waves is heard in the ears of the little beggar, which is the ability he has grown under the love of countless stones.

The water of the Cangjiang River was indeed constantly approaching the ground, but the little beggar looked at the surrounding people, but he didn't find any panic on those people, as if he was very used to it.

"Uncle, when will this river fall?" the little beggar asked the middle-aged man on the side with a frown, feeling faintly uneasy.

"It's early!" the middle-aged man was kind, "Little brother is here, right? But once a year, we have to wait for the sun to completely set, and then we will slowly return to this riverbed from the sky, rest assured!"

Hearing what the old man said, the little beggar was also a little relieved, and continued to dig the soil.

He didn't have the tools to shovel the soil, the big iron sword on his back was too shy to see people, and Pheasant Gui couldn't show it, so he had to pick up a solid piece of shards and dig on the ground.

Fortunately, the few pairs of eyes around that were secretly observing did not show anything, and there were even those who learned to dig up the soil with the debris.

It was getting late, the sun had just set a little, and the afterglow was still sprinkled on the horizon, but suddenly, the turbulent waves in the ears of the little beggar suddenly sounded. He looked up suddenly, almost everyone in the riverbed looked up, and the eyes that had just been raised suddenly constricted and widened!

Smack!

The water of the Broken Cangjiang River that hangs in the sky falls suddenly!

The turbid river hit the ground severely, as if even the river bed was deeply depressed, and the exclamation was just stuck in the throats of a group of people, but it was slapped hard by the raging river!

At this time, in the upper reaches of the broken cang, all the people who had been looking up at the sky before had gathered on the shore, and a greed that could not be concealed appeared in their expressions.

Most of the people upstream were not submerged by the sudden arrival of the river, except for some greedy ordinary people, most of them stood on the shore. After all, for this millennium, there are many detailed records among the major cultivation families and sects.

The ordinary people upstream were already much less, and seeing the crowd of people around him leave at almost the same time, it was inevitable that there were some doubts in their hearts, so there were not many who were submerged.

There are also many people standing on the shore in the middle reach, but there are few people standing on the shore in the lower reaches of the river where the little beggar is located.

Most of those who were still on the shore sat on the ground, watching the muddy river in front of them gradually spread blood, and their eyes were full of panic. Only a limited number of people were still standing, and there was a faint unsteady air flow around them, but they were also looking at the river like those people upstream.

All of these people came from the midstream.

At the moment when the broken cang fell, a group of people in the riverbed, even immortal cultivators, could not escape to the shore, and the speed at which the fallen river fell to the ground was too fast! Not even just falling from the sky, the pressure that suddenly erupted from the river also carried something different, and the ordinary figures in the river were instantly crushed away.

After falling to the ground, the river is no longer an angry wave, but a slow silence, only the blood in the river continues to darken, and then deepen.

Wow –

Finally, a head came out of the river, and there was a lot of movement around. The figure that could still poke out his head was all spitting blood, his face was pale, and the horror in his eyes exploded.

At this time, there are still ordinary people who can come out and vomit blood, all of them are cultivators who hurriedly pop out their own air currents to resist at the moment when the river falls. But even if they saved their lives, the blood gushing in their mouths all showed their weakness at this time.

It was not that there were no cultivators who were crushed and exploded in the fallen river, and those who also had no time to react turned into the blood that was dyed red at this time, which was shocking.

The little beggar suddenly poked his head out of the river, looking at the blood river around him, his chest rising and falling.

He could see the underwater scene vividly, and when the fallen river was about to press on him, the red light from his chest suddenly bounced up, protecting him inside. When the little beggar was still in shock, he saw the figures beside him explode violently in front of him, leaving only blood splashing.

The little beggar looked around in a daze, and there were people standing on the shore, sitting, and floating in the water, with different expressions. But apart from the horror and horror, the light in the eyes of the group of people standing was the most puzzling.

The Broken Cangjiang River is broken every year, and there is a treasure hidden in the river that falls into it all year round, but this Broken Cang is different once in a thousand years!

The big family sect in the middle and upper reaches knows this, but this ordinary person accounts for the majority of the downstream, and how many people know about it? For thousands of years, there are even fewer cultivators in the lower reaches who can live for a thousand years, let alone ordinary people. For this difference of breaking the gap once in a thousand years, the history of the literature is even more scarce!

Those who are still standing on the shore have greed in their eyes, but they also have contradictions in their hearts. Although they knew that this thousand years of life were different, they did not say it explicitly, and still looked at the tens of thousands of ordinary people buried here in the entire river basin, unmoved.

A chill rushed to the little beggar's heart, and he stared at the group of people on the shore, his eyes were heavy, and they knew it clearly! Is it the way of cultivating and cultivating the Tao with the lives of ordinary people? What is this Tao?

The little beggar, who had studied under the sage for a long time, could not accept this, and his hands were tightly clenched, and the fragments of the ploughed soil that were still in his hands pierced painfully, and his eyes were red, but he didn't seem to feel it.

On that occasion when he ascended Sendai, he saw cultivators who took the lives of ordinary people for entertainment, and he was very sad in his heart, and for the first time he felt that cultivation was a cold, colorless thing. And this time, a group of cultivators who watched thousands of lives explode in their eyes, but were indifferent, indeed extinguished the last bit of hope in his heart.

The little beggar is not a person who loves to kill, and until the last sword of Dengxiantai, he did not take the life of his opponent. But good people are going to be fooled and killed by irrelevant people, so will they be next?

He didn't know the answer for a moment.

What the little beggar didn't see was that the three black carps on his right wrist were faintly rippling at this time, as if they had come to life in this broken river, and their tails were swimming.

The group of cultivators floating in the Broken Cangjiang River naturally saw the color of the people on the shore, and although there was anger in their eyes, they didn't dare to reveal too much. Their condition at this time is difficult to protect themselves, what else can they do?

Odd!

The little beggar's eyes widened suddenly, and the figure that appeared in this piece of blood water, although it was wet, but it was not stained with blood! He hurriedly stretched out his hand and stirred towards the river, and the piece that had been stuck in his hand suddenly pulled up pain and made him stop.

Suddenly raised his hand to look, only to see that there was faint blood in the fragment, and the blood in his hand was flowing into the fragment along the wound, not only that, but the blood in the river water also circled.

The moment he fell into the river again, the pieces he was holding in his arms had already been shocked, except for the one that his right hand held tightly.

Poof-

There was a sudden sound of vomiting blood on the shore, but I saw several figures holding fragments in their arms vomiting blood, their pupils suddenly widened, and they looked at their abdomen incredulously.

At this time, there are many red lights in the area of this broken cangshui basin, and there are only dozens of downstreams, both on the shore and in the river. Everyone was puzzled by this scene, and saw that more than a dozen people had red light blooming in their stomachs, and their bodies suddenly dried up, and then a mark with the word "Liuchuan" was suspended in the air.

At the same time as many red rays lit up, the little beggar also looked at his palm suddenly, but the light and shadow in his hand was only a flash, and it disappeared into his palm, as if there was a vermilion inscription on it.