Once upon a time there was a demon pass

At this time, the space has gradually become dim.

Even though there is no sun or moon, it is still able to adjust the color independently.

Most importantly, this rice field should be located on the outskirts of Shenxu, and monsters have gradually begun to pour into the inner circle.

It's hard to find monsters in this area.

Looking at the empty rice fields, Yu Sheng felt a little regretful.

Perhaps in so many years, besides her, this rice field is the most handy partner I have worked with.

Although we only worked together for about half a day...

Pack your bags.

Yu Sheng walked towards the deep mountain.

For a whole half a day, there were roars in the deep mountain, and the monster energy was constantly rippling.

Only now did the sound gradually weaken.

Obviously, the fight is almost over.

These monsters rushing to the front line have already begun to explore deeper space.

rest of my life...

It should be the slowest one.

Completely out of touch with the main force.

Of course, occasionally there will be a corpse of a monster on the road.

If they were in the outside world, these corpses might be slowly swallowed by them as trophies to improve their own strength.

But in this god market, the corpses of level four monsters suddenly seemed not so valuable.

and...

No time.

Everyone wants to rush to the front line and snatch the treasures of heaven and earth, who will waste time devouring these flesh and blood.

Yu Sheng is like a scavenger in the God Market.

Silently following the path that those monsters walked, they collected the corpses one by one and put them in the mountain and river bottles.

Categorize.

Full harvest.

One corpse is worthless, five, ten...

If the monsters in the God Ruins are really emptied, even if there is nothing in the God Ruins, it will be worth it!

Perhaps, this is the greatest treasure for Yu Sheng.

Far beyond the value of the Shenxu itself.

With such a large number of fourth-level monsters, even if the human race does nothing for the rest of their lives, just open a monster core store and occasionally sell a batch of frozen monster meat, and they can live an "ordinary" life by themselves .

……

On the side of Zhenyao Pass.

deep mountains.

The old man sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, exuding a gentle aura from his own energy.

Under the blowing of energy, the scar on the chest has gradually healed.

The complexion is rosy.

The only regret is that his hair is still black, which somewhat affects his fairy-like temperament.

"Invincible, it's really lonely."

Sighing softly, the old man slowly opened his eyes, just looking at the Yaoyu in the distance, and let out a sigh.

"The old man is guarding, is it really this mountain?"

The old man suddenly let out a chuckle, shook his head slightly, his eyes gradually became sharper, stood up, stood on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back, his robe fluttering in the wind: "Old man, you are in the town of demons!"

"Seeing that this old man is here, I dare not pass by this mountain for more than ten years in the Demon Realm!"

"Ah..."

"I'm so strong."

Whispering, a smile gradually appeared on the old man's face.

Nodding lightly.

Obviously, he is very satisfied with the pussy he pretended to be today.

Suddenly, there was a slight crack from beside him.

The old man froze.

Slightly lowering his head, he realized that when he was expressing his feelings, he accidentally took a step forward.

It happened to kick on that egg.

A tiny crack appeared on the surface of the eggshell.

There is even a tendency to spread gradually.

"I'm obedient!"

The old man was stunned, he looked around guiltyly, and squatted down cautiously.

The egg was still shaking.

The rift widened again.

There is even a tendency to spread completely.

"Fuck!"

"That kid will not let me pay for it when he comes back!"

The more the old man thought about it, the more he panicked, he gritted his teeth, raised his wrinkled palm, and placed it on top of the egg.

Wisps of soft energy continued to spread out.

Wrap the egg.

Soon, the cracks on the egg stopped spreading.

The old man let out a sigh of relief.

"The old man said..."

"The egg is in my hands, how could something go wrong."

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, the old man soon smiled proudly.

But within seconds of letting go...

The cracks on the egg spread again.

"what!"

"Are you mocking the old man?"

The old man clapped his hands again in disbelief, stopping the tendency of the egg to break.

But as soon as he lets go, the egg will continue to crack after a while.

It's like a tug of war!

Even in the end, the old man directly took out his scepter, just floating above the egg, and suppressed it.

This completely solved the problem.

"Humph!"

"Fight with the old man?"

Touching his flowing black hair with a lonely face, the old man raised his chin slightly.

Look at that ugly crack.

Then they plucked a few leaves from the tree and crushed them.

Spread the green sap over it to hide the cracks.

The originally blood-red egg, after experiencing this scene, became colorful and eye-catching.

It's just that the overall style is nondescript.

But the old man was very satisfied with his masterpiece, pretended to be coercive again, and found new fun, fully looking for all the things around him that could be used as paints, and smeared them on the eggs.

Finally, looking at the colorful colors, the old man smiled.

"How beautiful it is!"

After the day's entertainment time was over, the old man sat down cross-legged again and closed his eyes.

Meditate again.

But what he didn't know was that in the egg at this time.

A young bird is struggling constantly, knocking on the eggshell with its newly grown beak.

But no matter how much it hits, the eggshell doesn't budge.

The newly born sane eyes were full of blank and puzzled emotions.

As if silently questioning...

Why?

According to the natural instinct of the race, as long as you crack open the eggshell, you will be born yourself.

But this eggshell...

Why is it so hard?

After beating for about an hour, the baby bird lay exhausted inside the egg, with no strength left, and started a new round of rejuvenation.

Waiting for the next opportunity to break out of the shell.

Even for some unknown reason, there is always a strange smell that seeps in through the eggshell.

It's bitter, floral, and even a little...smelly...

Anyway...

Inside the eggshell, it's painful.

It wouldn't want to stay for a second more if it could.

This smell is too strong.

dizzy.

A voice could be vaguely heard outside the eggshell muttering something non-stop. Although it couldn't understand, this voice was so annoying to it.

Even... a little scared.

I don't know how long this pain will last...