Southern Wilderness, Western Wilderness, Canglong Mountains.

The Flowing Rain Country of the Heavenly Cloud Country is engaged in a large-scale war for a small spiritual vein newly discovered on the White Cangling Mountains.

The country of Liuyu was defeated and lost thousands of miles. Thousands of miles of life were devastated, thieves arose, corpses were strewn all over the field, and rivers of blood flowed. Everywhere there are ruins, refugees who have fled.

On the outskirts of Joyama Castle, corpses are everywhere, jackals, tigers and leopards are everywhere, constantly gnawing on the corpses on the ground.

Suddenly, a thin corpse groaned. Whoa, there are still people alive.

It was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy. His tattered clothes were stained with mud, and his bare feet were stained with blood. The boy struggled to his feet and fell to his knees.

His face was full of dirt, but his eyes were bright, and his eyes flickered as he looked at the corpses around him, and the wild dogs that were grabbing the corpses everywhere, and a look of panic flashed in his eyes. In an instant, he returned to normal, and his eyes swelled with a strong desire to survive and the perseverance not to give up.

Wang An stretched out his dry tongue and licked his dry lips, he felt very tired and thirsty, he hadn't eaten anything for two days.

He walked to the side of the road and plucked a few grass roots, wiped them with his dirty clothes, and swallowed them with a frown.

At the beginning of the escape, when he was used to eating delicious food, he vomited directly when he ate grass roots for the first time. Falling from heaven to hell all at once is not acceptable all at once.

It's just that, in order to live, in order to survive, in the days when he was busy all the way, he still learned to find wild vegetable roots to eat.

Wang An leaned under a big tree on the side of the road, unconsciously remembering his past.

He was originally the righteous son of Lin Hu, the lord of Dingshan City, and his father was Lin Hu's deputy general, who died in a war to block the sword for Lin Hu, when he was 5 years old.

He never saw his mother in his memory, and it is said that he died in childbirth when he gave birth to him. He didn't have the qualifications to practice martial arts, so Lin Hu had to train him as a civil official. Because of this, when the city was broken, he escaped from the chaos among the people, and was not requisitioned to defend the city.

After leaving the city, Wang An didn't know how many days he had escaped, he had no power to do it, and finally fainted on the road in hunger and thirst.

After waking up, Wang An silently said to himself,

"I must live, I am the last trace of blood of the Wang family, I don't want to be a white bone scattered on the ground. I'm going to live. ”

Wang An rested for a while and continued to walk forward.

He dragged his tired body and walked forward step by step, his eyes full of perseverance and unyielding.

By the time he was exhausted, he finally saw the water source. He threw himself into the river excitedly, gulping down the cold water.

After drinking enough, Wang An took a look at the surrounding environment.

Looking at the corpses on the way to the river, Wang An was stunned. In fact, hope is ahead, maybe they will hold on to the river for a while, maybe they will not die. It's just that in the end, so many people died very close to the river.

Wang An instantly understood: persistence.

On one side of the river is a towering mountain range, and many yellow-skinned refugees climb up like ants.

Wang An found some tree roots to fill his stomach before he began to climb with others.

There are many insects, snakes, ants, and beasts on the mountain, and many of them have become food for wild beasts. or be bitten to death by poisonous snakes and insects, or poisoned by eating wild fruits......

Wang An once again witnessed the fragility of life, and the desire to live became stronger and stronger in his heart.

After a lot of hardship, I finally crossed the mountains. Wang An felt very tired, very tired. He wanted to sleep.

Eventually, he collapsed. His physique was so bad that he couldn't hold on.

Tianyun Country, the Imperial City.

The emperor said to an old Taoist beside him,

"Shangxian, let's make peace with the Flowing Rain Country, you see, in this battle, it is the people who suffer. ”

This white-haired, somewhat immortal Dao is the protector of the Tianyun Kingdom.

He looked at the submissive emperor with a blank expression.

"Hmph, now is not the time to negotiate peace, this Dao has reported this matter to the sect, and I believe that the battle for the spiritual vein will have a result soon. As for the common people, when they die, they die. ”

The Emperor stopped speaking and silently withdrew. Tianyun Country is only a vassal country of Tianyun Valley, Tianyun Valley is a small sect of immortal cultivators, but it is also the master of Tianyun Kingdom.

Similarly, the Flowing Rain Country is only a vassal state of the Red Demon Cave, a sect composed of demon cultivators who are ambitious and want to annex Tianyun Valley at any time.

It is said that immortals are good, but who knows that immortals are ruthless? How can these two sects care about the life and death of ordinary people.

Night has fallen.

Wang An was still unconscious on the side of the road.

Suddenly, a huge black shadow hovered over the road, faintly recognizable, it was a huge strange bird. The fleeing people instantly panicked and fled in all directions.

When no one was around, the black shadow fell to the ground at once.

Take a closer look. It is a white-eyed eagle with more than ten feet of wings. It is said that this bird is a descendant of a certain spirit bird, and its adult wingspan is about ten feet, and it can tear tigers and leopards alive.

The white-eyed eagle grabbed a corpse on the ground and flew away. I don't know how long it took, but it flew back again. This time, it actually grabbed Wang An who was unconscious. The moment the sharp eagle claws grabbed Wang An, Wang An's body suddenly flowed blood. He woke up in severe pain, and then shouted.

"Ahh Help..."

He opened his eyes and saw a huge beak facing him.

He sighed in his heart: My life is at rest.

The white-eyed eagle pecked him on the shoulder at once, and he only heard a "kala', and then his shoulder was hot, and he didn't feel anything.

The white-eyed eagle grabbed Wang An, instantly rushed to the sky, and disappeared into the night.

Canglong Mountain, cliffs.

The ancient trees here are green, and the spiritual grass is everywhere. However, it is surprising that there are no rare birds and animals here. Only the sound of the waterfall cascading down from the cliff echoed through the empty mountains.

On the edge of the cliff, a huge bird's nest stretches out abruptly. This bird's nest is seven or eight zhang in size, one zhang high, and is surrounded by verdant and simple vines.

In the nest, there are three plush white-eyed eagle cubs. The nest was littered with horrible white bones, some large and some small... What is terrifying is that there are still several complete human and animal corpses in the nest.

Suddenly, a dark shadow in the distance quickly approached the bird's nest, and several cubs in the nest screamed excitedly.

The white-eyed eagle is back, clutching a man under his claws.

"Smack..." threw the man into the nest, then screamed at the cub a few times before flying to the edge of the cliff.

Wang An was still in a coma, and he didn't know all this.

The night is gradually coming.

The warmth of the early morning sun slanted into the bird's nest and sprinkled on Wang An's pale and thin face due to excessive blood loss.

Wang An's limbs moved slightly, and his mouth moaned.....

The moment Wang An opened his eyes, he saw several huge strange birds pecking at the corpses in his nest......