Otherworldly Merchant

As soon as I crossed that creek, the water immediately turned red. Looking back, the path was long gone, Qing Hu Dynasty Willow, Lao Hui Trail all disappeared clean. Even the clouds and cliffs were gone, and the whole backdrop was empty.

It's like erasing that layer of black from the moonless sky, as if the world were already there!

I took just one step, but was suddenly in an unprecedented state of confusion.

Where the hell am I from? Where are we going? Is the sight real or not?

At this time, did I turn into Zhang Jiulin in my previous life, or did I fall asleep in Zhang Jiulin's sleep, remembering the memories of the previous life?

Although this was the only step taken, it seemed as if it had broken through the soot and entered another space.

Maybe tens of thousands of years, maybe just for a moment, and I woke up a little sober and took another step forward.

This step goes on, and the whole world is instantly clear.

Blue skies, boundless forests.

Whoa, a fierce swordtooth tiger came from deep into the forest!

The swordtooth tiger is more than two meters long, big and vicious, but it is scarred. Seven or eight bamboo spears were inserted deep across the seven vertical and eight vertical sides, and one blood mouth flipped away. Blood was all over the body and down, and one of the back legs was shaped. It was impulsive, but it was not fast, and it was very contradictory in both eyes and revealed a fierce and fearful look.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! ”

Immediately afterwards, in the middle of a cry, a group of wildlings rushed out of the woods.

A weapon with a naked upper body, a beast skin around his waist, a handle tied to various pieces of stone, wow shouted out of the woods and surrounded the swordtooth tiger tightly.

Thereafter, in an orderly fashion, the swordtooth tiger was attacked and equipped with a wheel siege.

Soon, the robust beast roared and fell into the bloodshed!

A chief with a long feather stuck in his head, approached two steps and stabbed him twice with a spear, then kneeling on his knees, he shouted: "Oh, pull! ”

“Oh pull. ”

All the wildlings knelt on the ground at the same time and shouted up.

They are small in number, but the cry is unusually strong and neat!

Just above the heads of the crowd, slowly floating a visible stream of smoke, long and thin, far above the clouds. Slowly, a blurred image was formed, resembling a human being, a beast, a beast. It seemed as though there were still a few spells of acquaintance.

Unconsciously, I took another step forward.

Pull it, as I step forward, the sight in front of me is like a canvas torn apart by someone, divided into two parts.

Still that blue sky, still that vast land, only the upper layer of the ground blew up a crack like a tortoise armor, the trees around it were long dead, one by one like a ghost claw!

A three-length boulder is standing high in the center, with a sacrificial cowhead in front of it, in a pottery bowl in the five valleys, slightly further afield, and several bodies with their hands and feet tied to cut off their heads.

Under the leadership of an elderly man with white hair, hundreds of young men and women with ragged clothes knelt neatly and continuously kowtowed to boulders!

A thin, silky stream of smoke slowly emerged from the crowd's head and slowly gathered on the boulder.

Soon a stronger flue gas swept up, hovering halfway through the sky, flipping and dancing!

As the fumes grew stronger and fiercer, the whole sky was stirred up.

A click, a sunny thunderbolt!

The people on their knees seemed to feel something, their heads pounding louder, their minds becoming more pious, and a stream of smoke getting stronger.

With the wind spinning, a cloud was brought in, ripped into pieces as soon as it arrived nearby, followed by a rain of noise from the sky!

Everyone shouted and shouted, with tears and ecstasy.

This seems to be what the ancient inhabitants were looking for in heaven?

At this point, I discovered that the clouds of clouds revealed a few more spells, possibly because they were too far away. Some of them were not very real, and I had to take another step forward.

Shouting, the image in front of you is like a flipped page, lifted aside.

In front of you is another sight!

Or the blue sky, or the vast wilderness.

A bunch of tall, big, strong men died trapping a skinny, dry old man.

As the lead shouted, everyone rushed past with a knife and a gun.

At this point, the old man suddenly made a very strange move to the sky.

Breathe, a tornado formed around him, flying sandstone, and all the strong men rushing up were wrapped in it!

Thereafter, the corpses filled the ground and broke their limbs.

Blood and screaming everywhere!

In an instant, the wind stops, and everyone dies clean and perplexed. And the old man also violently swayed a few shakes, then slanted, fell to the ground, happened to be penetrated by a long spear with a slanted insertion through his chest, slightly swayed a few times before moving.

The handicapped sun shines on this scene, unspeakable awesomeness and sadness!

I saw clearly that the old man had died in his own hands.

Because he evoked a cyclone with a few spells, very similar to what he had seen in the previous scene, but somewhat different.

He can't completely control the air of the heavens and the earth. He was killed by the forces of counterfeiting!

Seeing what I seem to understand here, the ghost is another step forward.

With a click, the scene in front of us is fragmented and the scene in front of us is extremely intense.

Countless people are dying over the land of Nakahara!

Unlike before, some of these men were wearing armor and riding on tall horses with bronze goes in their hands; some were wearing robes flying high in the sky; some were relying on pubic objects to shrink underground to dig holes; some were manipulating ice and snow and dancing on an icy cone; and some were poisoned with fire and smoke was pouring down, almost like the legendary Great War of the Seal.

The sky is filled with plasma colours and countless layers of spells, while a crack explodes in the blue sky.

Step forward, the image in front of you changes again.

The black-painted sky is filled with cracks like a tortoise shell, making the wilderness even clearer and full of yellow sand.

Whoo!

A big wind swept in, and the yellow sand rolls covered my eyes.

After the wind, the gravel revealed a layer of old and new superimposed white bones, some with broken skulls and some with broken ribs, all holding a sword and staring into the eyes of a pair of black holes.

Ho!

Suddenly, a golden figure emerged from the horizon from afar, shocking and roaring!

My heart also trembled suddenly.

How friendly and familiar that voice should be...