New White Snake Asking Immortals

A wasteland strewn with dead bones and shipwrecks.

In the canyon blasted by the strong man's spell, Feng Ying and Yu carefully hid in the rock crevices, hiding their auras, watching the roaring black locusts flying in a certain direction. From morning to noon, the mutated swarms of migratory locusts still blocked the sky and the sun. .

A migratory locust accidentally entered a rock crevice and flew around with its wings squeaking.

Feng Ying stretched out his hand to catch the mutated locusts. These things were only threatening in swarms. A single locust could be easily crushed to death.

With the other hand, he grabbed the locust's wings and pulled gently, causing the thin wings to separate from the body.

The fingers of both hands were stained with a little gray foul air, and he mobilized his immortal power to disperse the foul air with a slight shock.

Yu looked at the locust and shook his head.

"In the aura of disaster, ordinary monks and little demons will also have to stay away unless something powerful takes action to stop the locusts from wreaking havoc."

After saying that, he curled his lips and looked sarcastic as if he had thought of something funny.

"Oh, the powerful people are racking their brains to fight for resources and power, how can they waste time to destroy the locusts."

The two of them have been sleeping outdoors for so many years and have learned a lot about each other.

The superior beings cannot see weak creatures in their eyes. Of course, if they are not relatives or friends, if there is no profit to drive the powerful, there is no need to waste energy to protect the weak. Even humans will not be friendly and help each other, let alone the gods who live and see for a long time. , if all living creatures only know how to kneel on the ground and beg without knowing how to save themselves, it would be better to become extinct as soon as possible.

Feng Ying pinched the locust and lightly touched it to the blade. The locust split into two parts, and the aura of disaster was extinguished by the aura of the blade.

He glanced at the dark swarm of locusts outside.

"Maybe I have to spend the night here tonight. Alas, I planned to go to the black market ahead and stay at the inn."

Rain doesn't matter.

"What if the black market can survive the attack of the disaster migratory locust swarm unharmed? The disaster is really beyond the reach of common sense. Even the locusts have mutated."

The two sighed for a while and then rested quietly waiting for the locust swarm to leave...

I waited from noon to dusk.

Yu suddenly raised his head and quickly signaled Feng Ying to be alert.

"Be careful, there are abnormal spiritual energy fluctuations."

Feng Ying, who was sleeping lightly and adjusting her breath, quickly grasped the handle of the knife and stood up. She carefully searched for the dense migratory locusts at dusk outside the cave. Immediately afterwards, she also discovered something unusual. It seemed that the locusts had lost their direction and were flying randomly, and there was also the aura of some kind of creature approaching. And there are lots of them.

After waiting for a moment, the already chaotic swarm of locusts turned around like headless flies, and a strange cry came from the sky.

Yu listened carefully for a while.

"crow?"

The swarm of locusts outside the rock cave suddenly dispersed, like a school of fish being chased by sharks.

Several birds as fast as light swooped down and climbed up suddenly, leaving blank passages wherever they passed. Countless crows cheered and squawked, hunting mutated migratory locusts that gave even immortals a headache as delicacies. They plowed them over and over again. After passing the chaotic migratory locusts, it seems that eating the mutated migratory locusts is very beneficial to the group of crows.

Feng Ying was very happy.

"This group of crows can resolve the energy of disaster and absorb and transform it. Yes, all things are interdependent, and mutated locusts are also doomed. Unfortunately, the crows arrived a little late."

Crows devour locusts very quickly, and the stronger the demon, the more they devour.

Yu said with a smile.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if it comes sooner or later, it's good. The world is always so wonderful."

"Oh? How wonderful?"

"There is always hope when you are close to despair. Don't give up easily. For example, neither of us would have thought that we would have walked such a long way and would continue to move forward to do something that we don't know whether it is real or imaginary. "

After hearing what Yu said, Feng Ying suddenly felt a little confused.

The two were in a daze for a while.

Feng Ying looked at the gradually darkening sky and spoke her innermost thoughts.

"I don't know if the dream is real. The further I go, the more I see and the more confused I become."

He continued with a tired sigh.

"I remember that I made up my mind to leave the fishing village and go to Tianzhu Mountain because I saw the death caused by the chaos and hoped that the people in Tianzhu Mountain could stop the war and killing. Later, I saw too many deaths along the way. If I see the floating water in the lake again, I don’t know if I will choose to leave my hometown because I haven’t burned paper to pay homage to my relatives’ graves for many years. It would be unfilial. Alas..."

There was deep weariness in his tone, very tired.

Yu turned to look at Feng Ying.

"Yingzi, don't force yourself. If you don't want to leave, we will go back to our hometown. It's still too late to turn back now."

When Feng Ying heard this, he looked bitter and shook his head.

"I won't give up. Besides, I will be a stranger when I go back."

"stranger?"

"Yes, strangers, too much time has passed. The chickens and ducks at home have long been gone, and the familiar neighbors are no longer there. My house may have collapsed, or I may have built a new house and become someone else's house. The old trees have withered and grown. New fruit trees grow, and ditches are diverted after heavy rains. Perhaps only the mountains and lakes remain.”

"..."

There is no answer to Feng Ying's sorrow. Maybe this is the price of becoming an immortal.

Things are different and people are different, and there are differences between immortals and mortals.

The two of them stayed quietly in the cave waiting for dawn, each thinking about their own things.

time flies.

When the sun rises, there are only a few migratory locusts that were originally overwhelming. They are probably the crows chasing the locusts away. There are only a few fish that have slipped through the net. The number is too small to keep the crows, so it is no longer a danger.

The two of them picked up their bags and weapons and continued to set off. They had to disguise themselves to avoid the searches of various forces, and walked on the decayed and pale bones and debris.

When he reached the heights of a certain mountain range and looked down at the black market in the valley, Yu, who was good at the secrets of Feng Shui, frowned.

Looking left and right, the originally undulating mountains were cut into several sections by tyrannical spells. The feng shui of many earth vein nodes was disordered and spread across dangerous places. Combining various signs, it is not difficult to guess that they were deliberately cut off, which is similar to the method of destroying dragon veins seen before. .

The location of the black market is precisely the location of the only remaining spiritual spring in Dragon Vein, the only treasure land suitable for cultivation within a thousand miles.

Feng Ying also saw some problems and looked at Yu.

Rain nodded.

"That's right, the earth veins were nailed and then severed by brute force."

"It's really crazy..."

Problems with the earth's veins will affect the environment and climate, especially if they are destroyed by extinction.

With helplessness, I walked into the black market to repair and supply supplies. Many practitioners gathered in this rare spiritual treasure land. Humans, monsters, and evil spirits were mixed together. There was no right or wrong or position, only black market rules. There were all kinds of items traded at the stalls.

Feng Ying and Yu realized that something was wrong.

There are obviously many immortals in the black market here who should not appear here. The luxuriously dressed immortal cultivators are incompatible with the shabby and poor black market. This situation becomes more serious the closer you get to Tianzhu Mountain. From the aura of the techniques, you can tell that they come from different forces, carrying various types of Detect treasures and search for passing people or monsters, especially snake monsters.

The two passed by the entrance of the black market, but there was no response from the detected treasures.

The eyes of several immortals did not stop at the sword in Feng Ying's hand. Since the announcement of the reward for the White Dragon Divine Weapon, perhaps out of curiosity or just to join in the fun, a trend of imitating the White Dragon Divine Weapon has become popular in the ancient immortal world, and most of them have been practicing idlely. Everyone will wear a fixed knife and compete with each other to see who can imitate it more closely.

It is predicted that one day the magic weapon will break the ban and release the mythical beast White Dragon. The whereabouts of the straight sword is also one of the hot topics in the fairy world.

Those who are good at crafting weapons find business opportunities and build them in large quantities to satisfy the fun-seeking fairies.

There is nothing the immortal realms can do, and even many immortal realm disciples use straight knives as portable weapons.