As the sun sets, the river ripples with gold.

On the banks of the river and on the hillsides farther away, a herd of white sheep is scattered among the lush weeds, quietly grazing and drinking, a leisurely scene of idyllic idyllic.

Among the sheep, a little lamb who was looking for fresh blades of grass suddenly raised its head, and its big eyes as pure as a baby showed a look of confusion.

It twisted its neck and looked around, and a few more complex emotions were added to its eyes, like panic, like anger, and more thoughtful and incomprehensible.

Finally, it looked to its side and called out eagerly and slightly immaturely, "Ahhhhhhhh

Beside the lamb stood a twelve- or thirteen-year-old half-year-old, with shabby clothes, a dirty face, and a small whip in his hand, which was obviously a sheep herding baby.

He heard the cry of the lamb, stared at a pair of eyes that were still bright, looked down at it, showed a doting smile on his face, and said, "Eat more, the sun is about to set!"

The lamb seemed to understand, shook his head, lowered his head and continued to fight with the grass.

I don't know how long it was, maybe it was a long time, maybe it was just a moment, and the ground suddenly shook faintly.

The little sheep immediately raised his head and looked at the official road beside the river, his eyes filled with uneasiness and doubt again.

In the distance, there seemed to be hundreds of black-armored knights in the north riding along the official road, kicking up a puff of smoke and dust.

The faces of these knights are blurred, and even as they get closer and closer, they can't always see their faces clearly.

At last, the first man raised his arm, and the whole horse team soon stopped, separated from the lamb and the cowherd by a small river that was not wide.

It's just that even if he is so close, he still can't see the face of any of the black-armored knights.

The uneasiness in the little lamb's eyes gradually dissipated, but the color of doubt became more and more intense.

It looked at the sheep herding baby again, but this time it didn't bark.

Seeing this, the sheep herding baby smiled on her face, bent down to pick up the lamb, held it in her arms, rubbed her rough palm back and forth on the lamb's neck, and said softly: "Don't be afraid!"

At this moment, I suddenly heard a loud voice ask, "Second brother, what's wrong?"

This short sentence fell into the ears of the little lamb, and the words roared like thunder.

It jerked its head up, just in time to see a dark, ghostly face, and a pair of dark green eyes that revealed endless hideous cruelty.

The little sheep suddenly remembered that the owner of this face and these eyes seemed to be called Yang Quanzi.

So, who are you?

The little sheep and the sheep looked away at each other, looking at the sky higher above each other's heads.

The quiet scenery of the sunset sky was completely gone, and the sky was covered by a dark green bone claw that covered the sky.

The huge bony claws have distinct knuckles, and the claws are densely packed with crimson wailing ghost faces, with sheep's horns on their heads, twisted and hideous, which makes people's scalps tingle when they look at it.

At this time, the bone claw was slowly setting towards the setting sun on the horizon.

The blood-like remnant sun could no longer maintain its form, and it escaped into an irregular shape, like a blood-red cloud, and like a wave of blood.

In the waves, there are faint pillars of heaven upside down, stars falling, countless beings crying and begging, and from time to time there are creatures bitten by the ghost face on the bone claws, torn out of the waves, and become blood food.

When the lamb saw it, he was not afraid, but thoughtful.

When the sheep-herding baby with a greatly changed temperament saw it, he couldn't help but laugh strangely: "Sure enough, he is a wise root! It's a pity that the difference between life and death is the difference between life and death! Your supernatural power seed, the old man will laugh at it!"

As he spoke, he lifted the lamb above his head, grabbed the lamb's soft belly with both hands, and tore it at both sides!

The lamb's abdomen was torn apart in an instant, but there was no blood or any other thing falling in it, or even nothing at all, and the lamb's body was just a hollow skin.

Yang Quanzi was stunned, and then he was furious, threw the little lamb's tattered skin on the ground, and said with a cruel smile: "Interesting, interesting, I still underestimate you!"

He looked up at the shrinking blood wave: "Wait for the old man to occupy all your Heart Lake Spirit Platforms, see where you can hide!"

As his words fell, the dark green bone claw changed its previous state of encroachment, grabbed it towards the blood wave, closed its five fingers, and squeezed it fiercely.

Burst!

The blood wave died in response, and was swallowed up by the ghost faces on the bone claws.

Yang Quanzi laughed heartily a few times, and said to himself: "This son is really demonic, and the heart lake is actually a sea of blood, which is of great benefit to me." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head sharply and looked at the official road on the other side of the river.

The original black-armored horse team of several hundred people was left with only a lone figure riding on a horse.

Yang Quanzi raised his hand to break up the silent figure, and then looked around, and couldn't help frowning when he saw that there was nothing unusual.

"Huh!"

Yang Quanzi was frightened, and hurriedly lowered his head, and saw a little lamb standing at his feet, looking at him with a pair of eyes as pure as a baby.

Seeing such a strange scene, Yang Quanzi was surprised and a little happy: "It is worthy of being a supernatural seed, there are signs of refining and falsifying it into reality, if it is not for the old man, the future is really limitless." ”

He picked up the lamb and threw it into the air.

The countless claws on the bone claws couldn't wait to come out through the claws, and the lambs were densely wrapped in mid-air, and they scrambled to eat it in the blink of an eye.

It's just that the so-called supernatural power seeds are still missing.

"Huh!"

He bowed his head sharply, but this time he didn't see the lamb.

Yang Quanzi's face instantly became gloomy, just because he had realized that this sheep cry did not come from his feet, but echoed between this small world, like thunder, like a bell, it was extremely huge.

This small world was originally transformed by his inspiration heart, and it is not a good sign to suddenly have this abnormality.

He felt something in his heart, and he looked up sharply, and saw that a huge crack had opened in the heavens higher than the bone claws.

In the darkness outside the crack, a radiant spiritual root could be faintly seen.

I don't know how big the spiritual root is, it looks huge, but I don't know how tall it is tens of millions of zhang, but I can see the whole picture clearly.

There was only one leaf on the spiritual root, and it seemed that there was something still holding on the leaf.

Within the heart lake, the size, distance and proximity are meaningless.

Yang Quanzi looked at it with a concentrated heart, and when he saw the things on the leaves, his heart suddenly chuckled.

Just because on the blade, there is a big Buddha wrapped in chains, the Buddha also does not know that it is tens of millions of feet high, and the Buddha also holds a thing in his palm.

He took a deep breath, exhausted his eyes, and finally saw that in the palm of the Buddha's hand, there was a small world that was extremely familiar.

There is a small river in the small world, there is a slope by the river, there is grass on the slope, and a small sheep herding baby is standing in the grass, looking up at the sky.

He glanced at the little sheep herding baby, and suddenly felt ridiculous in his heart.

Immediately, infinite fear welled up in his heart, Yang Quanzi's eyes were split, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and said miserably: "What a town prison marquis! What a Liu Tugou!"