Red Heart Survey

Jingle bell, jingle bell~

The sound of camel bells brought a little "life" ripple to the gray sky, but it was quickly annihilated in the endless haze. Nothing has changed, but change has happened.

Have you ever seen a camel in the wilderness?

Or……

Uduna?

In the grassland language, it means "tough". Of course, in the grassland language family, which combines the language of God and the languages ​​of various primitive tribes, it can only mean "toughness" if it is attached before a definite noun.

When it is taken out and expressed alone, it is a proprietary ranking, referring only to this kind of camel——

They are silent, with stoic brown eyes.

No hair.

The outer hide was black and wrinkled, not at all stretchy, like that kind of tanned leather. Soldiers who often patrol the frontier will sharpen their knives directly on it.

In its tall hump, there is a large amount of food and water stored—sometimes it is also cut open by desperate warriors. Food and water are secondary, the most important thing is the vitality contained in them.

Human monks use the living soul stone to fight against the ubiquitous resistance and erosion in the desert. Wuduna does not need it. Wuduna can generate the vitality against the desert. This is also the reason why Wuduna belongs to the human race rather than the demon race. prove.

The lives belonging to the demon race are not afraid of that kind of "dryness", they are part of the "dryness". The life activities of all monsters, together with the environment, form a "dryness".

Waiting for an idle horse to cross the line of life and death, and to enter the frontier wasteland. And when the powerful monster horse steps here, it also needs the power of the soul stone to fight against the environment.

"Uduna" is the most common pack animal here.

For tens of thousands of years, they have carried the human race and marched into the depths of the wilderness time and time again. It is both a chariot and food, both armor and comrades.

Older scalpers than old scalpers.

Unless it was absolutely necessary, no one was willing to take a knife against Wu Duna.

Cutting the hump apart, for many fighters, means the final decisive moment. This behavior is called "Yiche" on the grassland, which describes the behavior of cutting the hump of a hump with a knife, but it means "suicide". And it is honorable, and dishonorable suicide cannot be expressed by "Yi Che".

On the day Jiang Wang came to Bianhuang, it was said that it had just rained, and there was a smell of rust in the air. Jiang Wang was very suspicious of the rain here, because it was raining knives.

Yu Wenduo told him, "Almost."

Jiang Wang asked again, what does the rain look like here.

Yu Wenduo only said that he would know when it rained.

Since then, Jiang Wang has been waiting for the rain.

A team of dozens of Udunas came out from the gray haze with nearly a thousand Muguo warriors. The meandering long dragon is a faint line, spreading in history.

Bianhuang is the place Jiang Wang has always wanted to come to, not only because it is the place where Zhao Rucheng once fought for his life.

Including Bianhuang, including Yuyuan, including Meteor Immortal Forest, including the Gate of Ten Thousand Monsters... He wants to visit, experience, and feel all the places where the race is facing danger.

Extraordinary strength, extraordinary courage, extraordinary responsibility.

This is his simple understanding of practitioners deep in his heart.

That's why, he has always been more tolerant of ordinary people than monks. Not only because monks are more destructive, but also because "he who possesses the power bears the responsibility."

And this cognition was first established by Zuo Guanglie.

Bianhuang is the front line between the human race and the demon race. Zhao Rucheng fought here, and Zuo Guanglie also fought here.

Chen Chongbing from the Jingmu and Mu kingdoms was on the verge of life and death, and charged against the demon tide time and time again during the long years.

In this land, how many heroic sons and daughters, how many heroic epics, how many generous elegy.

Now that we have come to the grassland, how can we not come to the frontier?

Don't forget the history, don't lose sight of the future.

At this very moment, Jiang Wang was standing at the end of the line between life and death, just seeing the return of such a team of "demon hunters".

One side is green grass like the sea, and the other side is dusty and sandy.

Life and death, ardor and silence, separate such a clear line between heaven and earth.

This feeling is so bleak, and at the end of the bleakness, there is a ray of ancient heat.

This line of life and death is the division drawn by the human race for this world. Generations of warriors of the human race have used iron blood and steel knives to make marks in this cruel world.

Here at the line of life and death, there is never-ending fighting and blood that never dries up.

After the line of life and death, there is endless fertile soil, counting billions of human races.

And what about the front line of life and death?

Where are the places where countless brave men buried their bones, the depths of the endless quicksand, the passage connecting the tombs of the myriad worlds? What does it look like?

Jiang Wang stood up with his sword, and Qianyang Chitong couldn't see the end.

Yu Wenduo and the returning demon hunter chatted loudly about the harvest, Jiang Wang kept a suitable distance, listened quietly, and showed respect with a sideways gesture.

The Jingmu and Mu countries have never stopped attacking the depths of the desert. On the one hand, it is necessary to kill a large number of Yin demons, hoard life stones, and reserve war resources for fighting against the tide of demons in the future. On the other hand, this uninterrupted demon hunting can also effectively reduce the intensity of the demon tide.

However, demons are not pigs and dogs that can be slaughtered at will, and demon hunters often have to pay more than demons.

There is a well-known problem on the grassland——

Why is the grass so green at the end of the line of life and death?

And everyone knows the answer.

Because too many people shed their blood for it.

Even in the age of theocracy, this is a problem that has never been covered by divine light on the boundless grassland.

"Don't you really need me to follow in?" After exchanging information about the nearby area with the demon hunting team, Yu Wenduo came back and asked.

Jiang Wang just smiled.

"Okay." Yu Wenduo shrugged his shoulders: "I'm a burden."

"Don't say that about yourself." Jiang Wang comforted: "You are just a little weak."

Yu Wenduo:?

Looking at the haze, Jiang Wang seemed to see the shadow of a gray vulture, and said casually: "Don't make the atmosphere so dark, so many people can enter the frontier, what's the problem with me?"

Yu Wenduo said: "Monster hunting is a very dangerous thing, especially if you go alone... I know it's useless to say this, but I still have to say it. So that Ru Chengyao won't trouble me after leaving the customs."

Jiang Wang turned to look at him, and said with a smile, "Should I still write you a letter of disclaimer, saying that my entry into the frontier barren is entirely voluntary and has nothing to do with you, and you have tried your best to dissuade it?"

Yu Wenduo took out a pen and paper: "That would be the best."

Jiang Wangzhen wrote him a letter of disclaimer, saying that he voluntarily went into the frontier and had nothing to do with anyone.

Not all jokes.

If something really happened to him, with such a waiver, it would not affect the relationship between Qi Mu.

Being able to write such a disclaimer is enough to show that his trip was not a sudden fever, but that he did have a clear understanding of the danger of the frontier.

Yu Wenduo said: "Actually, if you don't come here, no one will criticize you. Originally, you went on a diplomatic mission, and the responsibility is not here. I know that you have a great reputation overseas, and you have killed many sea people in the lost world. .”

"Just as I am practicing." Jiang Wang only said.

Yu Wenduo thought for a while, and then said: "The army here at the line of life and death has its own defenses and cannot be easily mobilized. But I will stay here and coordinate a reserve army to come over. If any accident happens, remember to flee back, I will I will support you immediately."

"Then thank you."

"Do you need any help? His Highness Yun has given me a lot of authority."

"Give me a map, a bag of soul stones, and a black camel." Jiang Wang only said: "I will come back before the succession ceremony begins."

Compared with "Uduna", Jiang Wang is more accustomed to calling it a black camel.

After all, grassland language is not direct enough for someone like him who was born in the west and resides in the east.

On the line of life and death, Yu Wenduo bid farewell to Jiang Wang.

Seeing a person and a camel, going farther and farther away, slowly disappearing into the haze, it was like a touch of bright color in the world, swallowed by the darkness - just like during the time when he was stationed at the line of life and death, every time he bid farewell to Zhao Rucheng .

He thought that Marquis Wu'an of Great Qi would say something like the righteousness of the human race, and he was willing to believe that, at least from someone like Jiang Wang, it would not be so false.

But Jiang Wang didn't say anything, he just called it "practice".

On the contrary, Yu Wenduo felt that practice was more meaningful. Whether it's killing thieves, serving the country, or defending the human race, none of this can be achieved by just talking about it. Those who talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality, who are always in the world, and who always make others reflect... have they really done anything for this world?

Walking forward in a down-to-earth manner, with enough strength, you will naturally be qualified to realize your ideals.

He also has to practice hard.

I will never go to the Temple of God's Grace again.

Yu Wenduo thought about it again, and changed his determination——

Do not go for at least five days.

As for five days?

I will definitely return to the royal court in five days, let's talk about it then!

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Jingle bell, jingle bell~

Jiang Wang rode on a hunchback and wobbled into the depths of the desert.

One person, one sword, one hunchback, traveling far away in green shirts, it would be a bit chic - if it wasn't for the constant flying sand and stones in front of him.

When you are not far from the line of life and death, you don't feel it yet. At this point, the feeling of being resisted and rejected by the whole world is already very obvious.

This world is the world of the human race, this has long been an undoubted fact. But here, it seems not so accurate.

It is not wrong to say that Bianhuang is the Demon Realm.

Or, is it part of the invasion of the present world by the deserted tomb of the myriad worlds?

Regarding this aspect of knowledge, Jiang Wang is still somewhat lacking. After all, it has touched the foundation of the world, and he was not qualified to touch it before.

Now he can feel that there is a kind of "dry" power that cannot be captured in essence, which is constantly eroding his body and soul.

Even if he has a golden body and chalcedony, even if the power of the soul has been condensed into spiritual consciousness, he will still be shaken by this "dryness".

Fortunately, they were all dissolved by the soul stone carried on him.

Jiang Wang believes that there is an exchange at the level of rules, but for him at present, there is still a long way to go to see the rules, so he can't see it clearly.

The number of living soul stones is sufficient. In order not to miss the ceremony, he only plans to stay in the desert for five days, but Yu Wenduo has prepared enough for him to consume for a month.

Uduna, who was walking slowly on the sandy ground, did not see any pressure and was free.

Over the long years, it has already evolved a body and soul adapted to this land.

In fact, all life in the world has its tenacious part.

Delicate grass can grow in the crevices of stones. Just like in this dead desert, there is also a sand scorpion hiding in the ground - it got out recklessly and wanted to attack Uduna, but was killed by Jiang Wang with a snap of his fingers.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wang couldn't help but think—if there were no soul stones, no extraordinary monks, just ordinary people living here, after a large number of deaths, would there be some kind of evolution naturally in the end?

It's like the aquarium has gradually changed when it comes to the sea. The current Sea Clan has completely become another race.

Of course, no one dared to do such an experiment.

Boom, boom, boom.

A monster with thick cow hooves on its feet, a pair of skinny chicken feet on its upper body, a phantom human man's head on its head, and a bulging belly came rushing from a distance.

The cow's hooves stepped on the sand, as if they were stepping on a kind of passionate drumbeat.

There was an ear-piercing strange cry from his mouth, which was ripped off intermittently by the wind and sand.

Jiang Wang watched silently.

The Uduna he was riding was also very calm and was still moving forward slowly. The black camel that Yu Wenduo transferred from the army must have seen the world.

The monster in front of him was no stranger to Jiang Wang, he had already seen it at the bottom of the Qingjiang River.

Yin demons have no fixed form at all, and have thousands of strange shapes. It was a kind of fate that he saw two people who were exactly the same.

It's just that when he saw this monster, he felt an instinctive fear. Goodbye now, but the instinctive emotion is only disgust.

It's not about courage, it's a leap of the essence of life.

Or...before the coming of the gods, the life essence of the human race was weaker than that of the demons?

This kind of judgment, this kind of perception, confused Jiang Wang.

Of course it doesn't affect his fight.

The body of the Yin Demon is real and tangible, but the head is illusory.

Sometimes this head looks like a human, sometimes it looks like a beast, with all kinds of strange things and everything.

At this time, it seemed that he had been hungry for many days, and he ran to this side frantically, stepping on the sand and dust.

When he got closer, he froze suddenly.

It hissed in pain, but couldn't make a sound at all.

Then, starting from the cow's hoof, the flame was ignited bit by bit. The speed at which the flame spread was not fast, but as time passed, it gradually spread to the entire body. With a slow process, it was finally burned.

Snapped!

Only a crumpled humanoid head remained, falling on the sand.

The flame rolled again, and the head disappeared.

The reason why Samadhi True Fire is used instead of other means is naturally to supplement knowledge. Hunting demons is a long-term thing. If you want to kill quickly and well, you must first understand "demons". Its composition, its life form, every part of its body...

Jiang Wang felt the flame silently without saying a word.

call out!

A Yin demon with antlers on its head suddenly emerged from the ground, and cut its claws at the black camel's hooves——

Slap.

Both pairs of claws were amputated.

Then the whole body was shattered, leaving behind a staghorn animal head.

The sword light suddenly appeared and converged.

With a casual move, Jiang Wang brought the Yin Demon's head in front of him, looked at it carefully for a while, and then threw it into the cloth bag hanging beside the black camel.

As the footprints deepened, the Yin Demon appeared more and more frequently.

At first they attacked alone, then formed a group of three or five, then more than ten, dozens... At most one time, nearly two hundred Yin Demons came together to kill them.

In the desert environment, the perception of human monks was severely suppressed, and Jiang Wang also found out his situation only when he was trapped in the encirclement.

Of course, hundreds of ants cannot surround a human being to death.

Jiang Wang kept trying whether it was swordsmanship, Taoism, or supernatural powers—a lot of them were destroyed by mistake, but there were still more and more Yin Demon heads in the bag.

His understanding of "magic" is also increasing.

The more you know, the more confusion arises.

And no matter where he went or how he hunted, there would be no screams from the Yin Demon. He also tried to control the power of sound under the special rules of Bianhuang.

The battle never stops, and the practice is all the time.

The black camel continued to move forward at a leisurely pace, and the footprints of its hooves formed a long line.

Today's people, ancient times.

Last year was windy and sandy, and next year it was windy.

People are not old friends, and people are the same.

For a long time, on this route, there was only Dinglingling, Dinglingling~

Its voice is melodious, not lonely.

Because at the end of the wind and sand, there are countless... responses that span time and space.