At this time, there was a huge chasm in front of Qingyang, as if something was tearing the earth apart. The fire in the chasm was rising, and the heat wave was spreading across it. Qingyang looked around and saw only the chasm in the chasm. There were still a few people, but they were reduced to ashes in a matter of seconds when burned by the fire.
When Qingyang saw this, his hands and feet felt cold.
Mountains and rivers scream, mountains and rivers break!
When I got home, I put the prey down and ran into the house. I was relieved when I saw my mother was still in the house, but my mother was obviously frightened too, with a look of horror on her face.
Seeing Qingyang coming back, he looked calmer.
But before the mother and son could speak, there was a loud roar and the ground shook.
The mother and son were shocked and hurriedly ran out of the house. When they went outside, they felt that their hands and feet were weak, and they saw huge chasms forming between the shaking of the earth.
Some of them were just above the chasm, and were swallowed directly by the chasm, and then were engulfed by the fire that emerged from the chasm.
The sight in front of them filled everyone's hearts with fear instantly, even Qingyang was no exception. Although he had begun to practice, what could he do in front of this mighty force of heaven and earth?
"Look, everyone, the green hills are growing taller!"
I don't know who shouted. When everyone heard the words, they looked towards Qingshan. They heard bursts of roaring coming from the Qingshan. With the roaring, the Qingshan actually rose higher and higher.
The originally towering green mountains were growing taller, as if they were inserted into the blood mist high in the sky.
But before everyone could recover, they heard another rumble, which was mixed with the noisy roars of tigers, howls of wolves, barks of dogs, and the howls of various wild animals. .
Before anyone understood what it was, they saw a torrent of animals in the mountain rushing down the mountain.
"Tide of Beasts!"
He didn't know he was shouting, but his voice was filled with despair.
Qingyang also noticed the arrival of the beast tide at this time. There had been beasts coming down the mountain in groups in search of food before, but never before had thousands of beasts swarmed down the mountain like now.
When the beast tide enters the village, how many people can be left in the village?
Everyone looked at the beast tide and fell into deep despair.
Qingyang was also panicking at this time, but he knew that this was definitely not the time to panic. His brain was running rapidly, trying to find a way to escape.
When he was running around anxiously, he glanced at the well in his yard, and immediately shouted, "Everyone, hide in the well."
Every family in the clan has a well in the yard, so it is not difficult to hide from a family.
After Qingyang had practiced at this time, he shouted like a thunder in the village.
The already desperate clan members realized what they were doing and hurriedly ran to the well in their yard.
Seeing this, Qingyang knew that it would not help if he was so panicked. Seeing that the beast tide was about to enter the village in half an hour, he shouted loudly, "Don't panic, everyone. Let the women and children go into the well first, and the young and strong behind."
At this time, Qingyang shouted in the tone of reciting ancient Taoist scriptures. Everyone felt inexplicably relieved after hearing this, and they all acted according to what Qingyang said.
After Qingyang finished speaking, he pulled his mother into the courtyard, took down the bucket from the well rope, tied it around his mother's waist with the well rope, and then turned the well reel to hoist her mother into the well.
When the mother said that it touched the water, she fixed the well rope, and then jumped into the well. When she was about to enter the water, she put her strength on her fingers and inserted them into the well wall.
Then he put his feet on the well wall, and then began to dig on the well wall with his hands, trying to dig out a place for his mother to stand.
At this time, his claws were like hooks, and he kept digging. In a moment, he dug out a three-foot-sized step for his mother to sit on.
Then remove the rope.
The rope was tied to the body. If a tide of beasts arrived, broke the well pulley, and ran away dragging the well rope, the mother would have to be dragged out again.
After untying the rope, Qingyang was about to go out of the well to see how other tribesmen were doing, but he didn't know that there was already a rumble of running sounds coming from the ground.
Even at the bottom of the well, Qingyang could feel the vibrations of the beasts on the ground.
Along with the vibration, there were also screams from the tribesmen one after another.
Qingyang didn't know how many tribesmen would be killed in this beast wave. Hearing the screams outside, he felt sad.
But at this time, he did not dare to be careless. The mountains and rivers were broken, and no one dared to guarantee the safety of the place where he was. Therefore, she concentrated on sensing the changes around her and did not dare to relax at all.
After an unknown amount of time, the shaking on the ground and the howling of the beasts finally faded away, leaving only the clansmen's cries of pain and the mournful cries calling for their children and daughters. Qingyang knew that the beast tide had passed.
At this time, the well rope had been dragged to nowhere by the wild beast. Qingyang had no choice but to carry his mother on his back, grab the well wall with his hands and climb up out of the well mouth.
When I came out of the well, I saw stumps and broken arms everywhere, some from beasts, some from tribesmen, and some tribesmen who had survived the tide of beasts were screaming in pain.
At this time, his own yard had been razed to the ground.
As far as the eye can see, there are ruins and ruins everywhere, looking desperate and depressing among the scarlet sky and earth.
Putting her mother down, Qingmu also saw the scene in front of her and almost lost her balance.
At this time, people everywhere in the village were in panic. The disaster happened so quickly that no one had recovered from the disaster.
Fortunately, there are still elders in the village who have survived and are constantly wandering around the village to reassure people.
After Qingyang comforted his mother, he also helped everywhere.
Three days later, everyone came to the ancestral hall again. Fortunately, everyone passed the three days smoothly without any further disasters.
At this time, the red moon in the sky became more and more evil, and the blood mist was no more than a thousand feet away from the ground. The blood mist was sinking much faster than Qingyang expected.
Everyone in the ancestral hall discussed the results of their cultivation in the past few days. Qingyang inquired one by one and learned that only ten people had successfully introduced Qi into their bodies in the past three days, and including Qingyang and Qingyuan, there were only twelve people.
At this critical moment of life and death, Qingyang did not care about hiding his secrets and handed over the recitation method of the ancient Taoist scripture to everyone. However, the strange thing is that except Qingyang, no one else could reach that kind of emptiness when reciting. Seeing this, Qingyang had no choice but to give up.
Now discuss with the clan elders about leaving Qingshan.
Qingyang thought about this for three days before coming up with the idea. Now the village has been destroyed. The gaps and ground fires spreading everywhere threaten the lives of the people at all times. Moreover, the green mountains are gradually rising. No one knows what will happen in the mountains. There won't be another beast wave.
But as soon as this suggestion was put forward, it was opposed by the elders in the clan.
The desire to relocate has always been engraved on human beings. How can they agree if they want to abandon their homes and go to a foreign land where they don't know the future?
Qingyang is only a fourteen-year-old boy. Although he has gained a certain reputation in the clan for killing tigers and suggesting practicing at home, in the hearts of the clansmen, he is still just a child.
Seeing this, Qingyang also knew that he was speaking lightly, so he had no choice but to give up and walk out of the ancestral hall. He just looked at the blood mist sinking in the sky and listened to the howling of tigers and wolves coming from the green mountains, and felt mixed emotions in his heart.
Although he is precocious, he is only a fourteen-year-old country boy, and he can only do nothing when encountering such a thing.
That night, everyone in Qingshan Village was lying in the open air. However, the wild beasts in the mountains kept howling and fire broke out from time to time in the trenches on the ground. Almost no one could really sleep well.
Everyone hoped that by the next day, the red moon would fade away and the sun would come out again.
But on the second day, when everyone looked up to the sky, they saw that the red moon was still hanging in the sky, and the blood-colored mist became thicker and lower, as if it might engulf the earth at any time.
Qingyang didn't sleep last night because his mother was emotionally unstable, so Qingyang kept reciting Taoist scriptures to help his mother calm down.
Later, the mother quietly fell asleep, while Qingyang breathed in and out in a clear state. After a night, not only did he not feel tired, but he felt energetic, and his body felt stronger.
After practicing the Unnamed Ancient Boxing Sutra three times, he was about to fetch water to wash his face when he suddenly felt a wind blowing.
He couldn't help but be stunned, because since yesterday, everything in the world seemed to be still, without a trace of wind moving.
But why is there a trace of extremely unpleasant fishy smell in the wind, and as soon as the fishy smell enters his nose, Qingyang can only feel the blood boiling all over his body, and the muscles and bones all over his body seem to be constantly shifting and reorganizing, and the pain is unbearable.
At this time, there were also bursts of cries of pain in the village.
Qingyang endured the pain and raised his head to look up at the sky, his soul suddenly rising.
I saw that the blood mist that was still above 3,000 feet yesterday was approaching my eyes.
Along with the blood mist came the bloody wind.
The wind was light at the beginning, but as the blood-colored mist enveloped the earth, the wind suddenly raged. Wherever the fishy wind passed, the vegetation withered and everything fell silent. Before Qingyang had time to react, he was blown by the fishy wind. Then he became unconscious and passed out.
