Marry Long Aotian

"Asumele" means continuous green grass in the demon language.

His prototype is a wolf, but he is named after grass, and lives in the most desolate and barren field in the south of the demon domain.

He has no parents, only his clansmen. The rabbit clan picked him up and raised him in the rabbit nest dug out with hard work. He fed him grass and grew up bite by bite, and taught him to hide and dig holes and avoid natural enemies.

They thought he was a rabbit too.

Until Assumole gradually grew up, the rabbit hole could no longer hold him.

Before he learned how to hunt at the age of ten, Asumole never ate a bite of meat; after he learned how to hunt, he could gradually bring back precious meat, share it with the rabbit family, and exchange salt with traveling merchants, saving food to survive the poverty and terror In winter, when wolves came to attack, he repelled them one by one.

He even learned to plant grass seeds, gradually transforming this barren land.

Asumele became the patron saint of the rabbit clan.

Rabbits seldom talk, they just snuggle up to him and lick the tip of his nose.On the hillside in spring, they sat and played the flute together, watching the traveling merchants passing by.

"How is Yanbei?" At that time, Asumole sighed, his young eyes full of yearning.

But he feels that he is rich enough, and before he grows old, he will live here with the Rabbit Clan forever, spending one spring and one winter after another.

But the grassland has never been a place of warmth, and there are very few ordinary monsters who can live to the end of their lives. The fighting and fighting here are endless. Since they were expelled here by the Yanbei family, they have no right to live a decent life.

There are storms in spring, droughts in summer, frost in autumn, and ice storms in winter.After the harsh winter, only half of the ordinary monsters can survive a year.Assumele's pastures gradually became more abundant and were gradually covered by other tribes.

No matter how vicious he is, how can he be against the demon cultivator.

He is also only one person.

On the eve of winter, Asumole lost and was almost killed.

The Rabbit Clan and him were expelled from the territory. Someone came and took away all the hard-earned food they had stored, killed half of their clansmen, skinned and boned them in front of Asumele, and ate and drank around the campfire.

On the grasslands, weak ethnic groups have no right to survive.

"Stop talking nonsense, I tell you to go away!"

That day Taodu was in chaos, the tea shop was broken into, and many monster races were tied up and pushed onto carts, and transported to the abyss by goshawks.

The sky was densely packed with transportation teams, Asumele was crushed at the bottom, and the rabbit clan was beside him, some were trembling, some were licking his face, their eyes were calm.

"Azu Mole, we are going to die." Anianyi said.

It has a pair of beautiful rabbit ears, and it is always called a double ponytail by someone. When it takes human form, she also likes to wear two long braids.

The last sky they saw was gray and the air was cold and frosty.

Soon, they were pushed and shoved into the narrow abyss.

After walking for a long time, the sound of crying and begging was no longer heard. The guards slit their throats and pushed them down the ice cave.

Assumele saw the man with blond hair shining like the sun, he opened his arms coldly, but it was not that the sun was selfless and just to shine on the living beings, but ordered to enshrine all his people as sacrifices.

sun king.

Assumele fell into the abyss, his iron-gray eyes were soaked in blood, and he no longer received the sun's grace.

His hand was still stroking the trembling body of the clansman, but gradually, he only felt a piece of ice cold.

He was also dying, but for some reason, he was still holding his last breath.

Hanging on this breath for a long, long time, he couldn't see anything in front of his eyes, it was blood red, and only a faint spot of light remained in the middle, letting him know that he was still alive.

The light of the law shook the sky, and even the sound of fighting could not disturb him.

Until the gray pupil saw a familiar figure.

The ice cave reflected the gorgeous Dharma light, like the phantom light knocked out by the winter cold wave, showing some illusory warmth.In all this raucous splendor he kept looking at him.

It also seems to see the vast and endless sky on the grassland, and the spring is growing. He is wearing a silver armor and galloping to the end of the world.The grass covered with water dripped over the horse's knees. Many people chanted his name, thanked him for his kindness, sang and danced, and sang the poems of the king of the grassland.

This picture, like a beautiful fantasy before death, suddenly appeared in his mind.

The line of fate came to an abrupt end and was gently cut.

Asumole was crushed under the mountain of corpses, and the breath that made him persist until now finally dissipated like a candle.

At this moment, he had nothing and died completely.

However, something suddenly appeared in his hand, which was earth-yellow and shone with light.

……

Time stands still.

The fighting in the ice cave suddenly stopped, as if someone had pressed the pause button, suspended in the air, and slowly looked down.

The goblins on the ice cliff disappeared without a trace. On the contrary, under the pile of thousands of monster corpses, a strong fluctuation slowly but strongly spread.

All the corpses of the monster race were wiped out, only the dead Asumele, who was holding the goblin in his hand, and a few broken rabbits around him, floating quietly.

But in the red depths, there was an indescribable black light splitting from the ridge, blasting the entire ice cave in an instant!

The boundary wall roared, and the ancestral land was torn in half in an instant. The formation formed by 81 semi-immortal artifacts was struggling to support it. Only the immortal essence could slow down the spread of the black light, but it couldn't stop the terrible displacement from the depths of the veins. and the sound of collapse.

The entire five continents were shaken, whether it was the upper realm or the lower realm; whether it was a monk or a mortal, countless people panicked and looked at the sky that was bursting with purple light.

"What's going on here?"

"What happened?"

"Father, hurry up and pick up your son!"

"Bastard! Is there someone who serves you like this! The wine is all spilled!"

"Master, it's not a small fault, you should take a look outside!"

The new disciples of Bitong Academy showed fear and shrank behind Wei Ye: "Senior brother, is there anyone going through the tribulation?"

Wei Ye's expression changed slightly, he narrowed his eyes and hugged him and jumped towards the sect.

Some people were calm and at ease: "What are you afraid of? The sky won't fall down. Maybe it's someone who made a stunt!"

But the entire five continents are mourning, and it looks like mountains and rivers are collapsing.

10 years ago, the immeasurable immortals laid down the treasures of the five elements, in harmony with the way of heaven, and the prohibition of seal cutting:

Tianyi wood essence, which cannot be picked up by people in this world, is located in the secret place of Tibetan mountains and suppresses the lower realm;

Tianxuan Jinjing, which can not be picked up by non-virtuous people, is located in the holy land of Buddha cultivation, suppressing the boundary wall between the two worlds;

Naturally born earth essence, people who have nothing can't pick it up, located in the extreme northern ice cave, suppressing the cracks in Beizhou;

Tianhua Shuijing, non-violent and cruel people can't pick it up, located in the extreme east of Dongzhou, suppressing the abyss of the East China Sea;

Heavenly Essence of Fire, which can't be picked up by those who are not passionate, is located in Bitong Academy and flies to the bottom of the sea to suppress the sinking of Zhongzhou.

Now, three of the five are gone, and the remaining two are all injured and destroyed. At that moment, the faces of the people who were still in the extreme northern ice cave suddenly changed, and an unprecedented crisis came. space, wanting to flee outwards.

The ancestor of the five surnames was even more shocked and furious: "You bastard!"

The goblin is pulled out, it's over, it's over!

Wherever the black light went, everything was annihilated and turned into nothingness, but it was supported by the half-immortal weapon, and after a sudden explosion, the speed slowed down and ate upwards.The Yaozu took a step back and fell into the black abyss. No matter how hard they tried to shake their wings, they were unable to fly up, fell down, and quickly disappeared.

Because Mo Chao instinctively wanted to go to Azumole, he missed the best time to escape, and was swept down into the abyss together with the rocks. All air defense techniques failed, and he also couldn't fly, with a huge rock pressing down on his back.

Normally, a mere boulder could be crushed with a spell, but at this moment, Mo Yang was unable to turn it over.

Endless evil thoughts rushed up from the bottom of the abyss and rushed into his sea of ​​consciousness. He was almost riddled with holes by this majestic filth. The spiritual power of the body protection was as fragile as a layer of paper, without The reason why he was dismissed as a fool was a little light that shone in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness.

Vaguely, he felt that this was not the first time he had experienced such pain.

"The sword is a gentleman, and the heart of Tao is like the heart of the sword. It needs to be honed to be brilliant."

"Concentrate on it, regardless of wind, frost and rain, just focus on the tip of the sword, and don't worry about everything else."

There was a cool air coming from the sea of ​​consciousness, and it was a ray of soul left by the immortal to protect him. Mo Cai gritted his teeth, shielded the pain, concentrated his thoughts, focused his eyes on one point, and maintained his sanity.

He saw Assumele below, also falling.

He seemed to be asleep, but there was no life left.

Mo Yang endured the pain and wanted to pull him, but there was a distance between the two of them, and he couldn't pull him no matter what.He could vaguely hear the screams of other ferocious birds, but he was far away and could not see him.

What's even more frightening is that they have been falling for so long, but they still have no intention of landing, and the teleportation function of 996 has also failed——

Mo Yang suppressed his panic and asked 996 to release the maximum detection range, trying to find something to rely on.

【Detection failed】

【Detection failed】

This darkness seems to never end, no matter how wide the scope of 996 is, it will not be realized.

This reminded Mo Yang of the myths he had heard in Xizhou. Legend has it that in ancient times there was a place called Xu Yuan, where there was no exit from the top and no end to the bottom, and those who fell would never reach the ground. starve.Or could not bear to commit suicide, and the soul turned into a luminous light, forever blurred in this darkness.

Mo Yang's forehead was already dripping with sweat, the more he fell, the deeper the pain he endured, all relying on years of perseverance.

It was so similar, his intuition told him that if he tried to stop the fall, he would die here sooner or later.

At this moment, Mo Yang suddenly saw dots of white light appearing from behind Asumele.

They are weak and small, like candles in the wind, but they are always unyielding. They are not tempted to fall by the boundless malice, but they are behind him, slowing down his fall.

There are still some, supporting Mo Yang, trying to resist him.

Mo Cai recognized these white lights as souls, he counted them clearly, there are eighteen groups in total.

"Get out!" The moment Mo Yang recognized the light ball, a huge force suddenly surged in Mo Yang's heart, and he slowly suppressed the evil thoughts of the Sea of ​​Consciousness with his will, and even wanted to expel him from his body.He spread out his vocal range, jumped in front of Asumele, hugged him, and tied him together.

"I'll take you out."

Mo Yang tried to spread out his vocal range and jump upwards in reverse, but encountered an impenetrable barrier. Guixu was just like the legend said, once he fell, there was no way to turn back.

But Mo Yang did not give up, and kept trying again and again.

All means were exhausted until finally, Mo Yang released Fu Sang.

Without the shackles of the big formation, this time the Fusang he summoned had grown to the level of the big tree in his home. For the first time, Mo Yang saw its complete roots, inhabited by countless souls, making its roots endlessly long and ethereal. Like fog, floating quietly.

It actually took root in this nothingness!

Although it was horizontal, at least it was stable and did not fall!

Mo Chao was ecstatic, embraced his tree trunk, pulled off a branch, carried Asumele on his back, and stood on the tree trunk.The souls of the Rabbit Clan lingered beside Asumele, and some of their colors were already very pale, as if they were about to go out in the next moment.

The soul is scattered, and there will be no possibility of resurrection.

Fortunately, there are hibiscus trees under their feet, and Mo Yang gathers the weak light clusters into the branches and leaves of hibiscus trees, allowing them to inhabit them.

Next, is to find a way to go up.

Mo Chao calmed down and used all his spiritual power to manipulate the root of the hibiscus tree, allowing it to slowly change the position of the root and move it up little by little.

It is said that people move living trees and move them to death, but Mo Yang has to maintain the Fusang form and let it move, the real energy is consumed very quickly, once bottomed out, half a day's hard work may not be as far as his few breaths.

So he has to be very careful, mana control, mana replenishment, to achieve a balance.

Fusang dispels evil thoughts and filth, and in the vast darkness, the soul is the only light.

Mo Yang moved up little by little, thinking of Yan Lingyun, thinking of Master, thinking of his teammates, his fellow students, thinking of the people he met along the way from his time travel, trying to persevere.

He must climb up.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly saw the light.

It wasn't the light of the exit, but someone jumped down from the abyss, dragging the Xiangshui silk, wearing white clothes and holding a sword, looking for him.

Yan Lingyun called his name:

"Don't worry."

=====Volume Five·Red Sun (End)=====

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