The war of hegemony swept the Seven Kingdoms.

The rich Middle-earth Divine Continent was instantly submerged in it, going to ruin and desolation.

West Qin, Fenghua Town.

With a loud noise, a teenager fell from a high altitude. He fell straight and straight to the ground, smashing the ground into a huge deep pit.

In the deep pit, the young man in white quickly stood up from the ground with a carp, and he didn't rush to pat the dust on his body. He helped up the huge bronze tripod next to him that was cast with the word 'Xuanshui' on it, and looked carefully at the tripod.

The next moment, the white-clothed young man's face showed a hideous and indignant expression. Bared his teeth, grinned, turned to the sky, jumped and scolded: "I'll fuck your mother, didn't I just take a little water from your house, is it necessary to shoot Lao Tzu so hard, one punch will kill Lao Tzu to this 108,000 miles away." ”

At that time, I only heard an equally irritable voice in the air in the direction of the young man's finger: "I'll your whole family's ancestors, don't run if you have the ability, see if Lao Tzu doesn't break all three of your legs." ”

In this regard, the young man in white not only did not have a trace of fear on his face, but also laughed heartily: "The surname is Zhao, you are also a great sword immortal on the thirteenth floor, how can you swear?"

Speaking of this, Chen Yijian paused, as if he had thought of something interesting, and said with a sly smile on the corner of his mouth: "I heard your mother-in-law say, you don't get old at night, do you need the master to teach you an ancestral secret recipe of our Chen family? ”

"Chen Yijian, you are looking for death!"

As these words sounded in the air, the white-clothed young man known as Chen Yijian saw that the originally clear sky suddenly gathered countless dark clouds above his head. In the clouds, there was a faint sound of lightning and thunder.

Seeing this scene, Chen Yijian not only did not have a trace of fear in his heart, but laughed more and more rampantly. But at the same time, he had quickly carried a small mountain-like boulder on his back, smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and picked up the big ding and threw it on his shoulders. As soon as the smoke slipped away, the person had already run away, only to hear him continue to laugh and shout: "You listen to my explanation, nothing really happened to me and your mother-in-law, I am innocent, you have to believe me." ”

"Chen Yijian, I will definitely break your body into ten thousand pieces. "The clouds rolled and the thunder shook the sky. Just like the man's irritable mood at this time, he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Chen Yijian didn't go to the exciting man again, just laughed all the way and ran towards Fenghua Town in front of him.

However, as he got closer to Fenghua Town, the smile on Chen Yijian's face dissipated a little more.

When he came to Fenghua Town and stepped on the land of Fenghua Town, the expression on Chen Yijian's face had completely become solemn.

As he stood at the head of the town, he saw that the streets of the town were in tatters. The scorched earth of the road burned by the war was littered with blackened blood or still red.

The smoke that rises is not the smoke of the people's cooking. It's the wolf smoke that burns down the house and gradually extinguishes it.

I have the impression that the sound of children playing in the whole town should have filled the whole town. It's long gone, only the whisper of mourning.

Maybe it's because the weight of the bronze tripod and the boulder is too heavy, and Chen Yijian is supporting each object with one hand, and his arm inevitably feels sore. I couldn't help but move the bronze tripod on my shoulder, and shook the big stone behind me up. Then he took another step and walked slowly along the broken streets of the town.

"Big brother, please give me something to eat, I haven't eaten in days. A weak voice sounded at Chen Yijian's feet, accompanied by a weak little hand, grabbing the hem of his clothes.

Chen Yijian stopped and put the big stone and the bronze tripod on the ground together. looked at the immature little face of the childish girl lying at her feet, who no longer had much strength, and was devastated and dirty by the war. Chen Yijian didn't speak, just squatted down silently, reached out and took out a piece of dry cake from his arms and handed it to her.

It may be that the idea of being alive is too strong, and the little girl who was lying on the ground and dying at the moment she saw the food. I don't know where I got the strength, and I grabbed the dry cake that Chen Yijian handed him in his hand. I can't wait to stuff it all into my mouth in one breath and eat it in a big gulp.

Chen Yijian, on the other hand, always squatted beside her and never spoke. Only when the little girl choked on the dry cake, he would pat the little girl on the back and say to her gently, eat slowly, eat slowly, my brother still has it here.

The location of the town is not a traffic fortress in the first place, but it is a bit remote. The people in the town are mostly that kind of simple temperament. Before the war swept in, few outsiders came here. Occasionally, however, there are a few out-of-town scholars with bookcases on their backs, passing through the area, or spending the night in the town. At that time, the people of the town were polite and friendly to them.

But now that the town has been sacked by the war, the people have not yet recovered from that fear. So when they saw the strange young man carrying the tripod and carrying the mountain into the town, fear appeared in the eyes of each of them. In this regard, they have no choice but to wait silently with fear.

It wasn't until Chen Yijian was grabbed by the little girl, and the little girl got food from him again, that the fear in the eyes of the people in the town faded a little. On the verge of starvation and death, they could only muster up their courage, walked towards Chen Yijian, and knelt down to him in silence.

Chen Yijian is not a saint, and even in his heart, he has never regarded himself as a good person. Therefore, he did not open his mouth to let the group of people stand up, but took out all the food from his bosom in the same silence and handed it to the group of people.

When each of them had food in their hands, Chen Yijian stood up from the ground. Picked up the boulder again, and carried the big ding. However, when he was about to take a step, out of the corner of his eye, he accidentally saw a scene that made him not know how to express his emotions.

In front of a crumbling building, the last half-man-high mud wall remained, a white-haired old woman with a little girl of six or seven years old was kneeling down in front of the wall, praying reverently to the clay statue. Between them and the mud wall, stood a dilapidated clay statue.

In front of the clay statue, there were no red candles and no tributes. Yes, it's just two dead branches that the old man picked up out of nowhere, lit a fire, and used them as candles.

Out of curiosity, Chen Yijian couldn't help but look at the clay statue twice. suddenly found a picture that made him a little sad and angry.

I saw that this clay statue, which originally had no aura at all and was no different from ordinary clay statues, slowly emerged a trace of aura in the constant prayers of the old woman and the little girl. Then this aura sat on top of the old man and the child in such a grand manner, accepting the incense and accepting their worship to him.

Seeing this scene, Chen Yijian walked towards the clay statue without saying a word, and kicked the clay statue to the ground. He quickly smashed the boulder behind him on the clay statue.

The sudden change made the old man and the child in prayer startled. The little girl was fine, after all, she was young, and after being frightened, she just hugged the old man's hand and hid her head behind the old man. The old man, on the other hand, looked at Chen Yijian angrily and shouted at him, "You will be punished for insulting the gods like this." ”

After speaking, the old woman no longer paid attention to Chen Yijian. With difficulty, he got up from the ground, and took the little girl to carry the big stone, hoping to rescue the clay statue from under the big rock with the strength of the two of them. But how could they move the boulders, not to mention that they were already starved and weak, even if they were full, what would happen?

This time, Chen Yijian was not silent. Instead, he walked up to the old man and said to her, "If your prayer had been fulfilled even slightly, how could your town be like this?"

The old woman was obviously stunned, and the movements in her hands couldn't help but stop. With it, it was the old woman's entire body. It seems that at this moment, he has completely lost the last trace of spirit. Leaning on the boulder, old tears fell, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he said to the young man in front of him: "How can I not know this reason, but as ordinary people, we can neither control national affairs, nor do we have the great magical powers of the immortals on the mountain." There is nothing we can do to prevent or avoid the turbulent war.

If the country wants to fight, it must be us, the common people, who will suffer. The country has won the war, and it is we, the common people, who suffer. After winning and suffering, we ordinary people gritted our teeth and could still survive, after all, we no longer had to die. And we just want a peace and suffering. You say prayer is useless, and I know it's useless, but what can we do but pray to the gods? Do we have to lose even the last shred of faith in life? We are just the most ordinary, the lowest people!"

There was a fresh breeze, gently blowing in the ears, bringing up a strand of the young man's hair.

After listening to the old man's words, Chen Yijian fell silent. In my heart, the last words of the old man kept echoing, we are just the most ordinary people.

"Where did a bold child dare to be so rude to this god? As these words sounded, the boulder on the side suddenly flew out to the left for several feet, and only stopped after hitting a dilapidated mud house.

Interrupted by his thoughts, Chen Yijian couldn't see any expression on his face, but turned his head to look at the clay statue that had reappeared from under the stone.

Because it is not deliberately disguised, the scene where a gold-armored god appears in the clay statue and walks out of the clay statue. Not only did the old woman and the little girl on the side see it, but even the group of people not far away also noticed the strangeness here. His eyes were full of incredible shock, and he just stood in place one by one, not knowing what to do.

It turns out that there are really immortals in the world!

Watching the Golden Armor Divine Man walk out of the clay statue, and then walk in front of him step by step. He stood in front of him very majestically, looking at himself in a condescending manner. Chen Yijian suddenly had a smile on his face, and said to the Golden Armor Divine Man, "I? I came from the sky. ”

The Golden Armor Divine Man was stunned for a moment, but quickly came back to his senses. On the golden cheeks, he was not angry. Whispered: "Rude child." ”

As he spoke, the Golden Armor Divine Man raised his hand and slapped it towards Chen Yijian's head. Looking at his golden light hand that exploded in an instant, he knew that the power of his palm was definitely not small.

Perhaps, with just one palm, he can easily slap the skinny Chen Yijian's whole person into a pulp, paste it on the ground, and become one with the soil forever.