One day later.
Gu Shuo woke up from his realization and looked inside at the nineteen rays of charm. Those nineteen rays of charm were different from before. Each strand has a different improvement. In the years since they left the body, they have all been tempered by the way of heaven. When they returned, the best ones had completed half of their tempering, and the worst ones had only about one-tenth of their tempering. But now these charms are in a dormant stage, because the way of heaven is thin. Gu Shuo believed that if he could wait until the day when heaven came back to him, these dormant charms would definitely bring about earth-shaking changes to him.
Um?
With a thought in his mind, Gu Shuo entered the Qiankun Cauldron, only to see Xiaobing waking up. He glanced at Xiaobing, and his face showed joy. It seems that just by relying on the dragon-shaped grass, Xiao Bing's cultivation level has been raised to the middle stage of divine transformation. With a thought, Xiaobing, the three-legged poisonous toad and the centipede were all brought out of the Qiankun Cauldron.
As soon as Xiaobing came out, his expression changed.
"Boss, why is this spiritual energy so thin?"
"Catastrophe!" Gu Shuo told Xiao Bing what had happened, and then asked: "I don't know about divine beasts of your kind. If your spiritual energy is exhausted, can you still release your magical powers?"
"My spiritual energy has been exhausted, and I still let it go." Xiao Bing looked like a girl at this time, looking up at Gu Shuo: "But I should also be very powerful, just because I can fly and my speed , and my power is invincible in this world, I am afraid that by then, you will not be my opponent."
Gu Shuo nodded and did not refute. Because at that time, Xiaobing can fly, but if he can't fly, he may not be able to beat Xiaobing.
"Where are you two?" Gu Shuo looked at the three-legged poisonous toad and centipede.
"Same as Senior Bing, but the two of us can put poison."
Gu Shuo looked up at the deep blue sky and sighed softly: "I really don't know how long this catastrophe will last."
Xiaobing grabbed Gu Shuo's sleeve: "It won't be longer than our lifespan, right?"
Gu Shuo shook his head: "I don't know. The key is that there is no spiritual energy. After the spiritual stones, elixirs and other things we have stored up are used up, if we want to maintain body functions, we can only eat whole grains. At that time, grains Miscellaneous grains are real whole grains, without any aura, but with impurities that are not suitable for monks like us. Our physical toughness will definitely decrease accordingly.
The decline in cultivation level and body decline will directly result in a decrease in longevity. Therefore, if this catastrophe is really going on for a long time, we may not be able to wait until the day when our spiritual energy is restored. "
"How depressing!" Xiao Bing said with a smile on her face, "Isn't this waiting to die?"
Gu Shuo touched Xiao Bing's head: "In a certain aspect, it is true. However, no matter how long this catastrophe lasts, maybe I have no hope, but as long as the human race is immortal, there will be hope for the human race. I will always Leave some more fire seeds for the human race, so that more people can survive the catastrophe, so that the human race can continue to survive the catastrophe."
The north wind began to howl, and Tianxuan entered winter.
On the rivers in the Northland, large ships were plowing through the waves. These were ships transporting food to various places. Although the Northland has not yet received its first snowfall, mortals still die of hunger and cold every day.
The fleet transporting grain traveled on the river, and the river spread like a giant dragon. On both sides of the river, the grass had turned yellow, and the rows of big trees had only bare branches. In the distance, the green mountains undulated like dragons. Xiang Yuan stood on the deck, stretched out his palm, and a snowflake fell on the palm of his hand.
Cold!
Gradually melt!
Xiang Yuan looked up and saw that in the sky, on the vast river, goose-feather-like snow was falling from the sky, and the earth was being frozen.
Xiang Yuan's expression became solemn, and after a long time, it turned into a heavy sigh.
In the winter of the first year of the catastrophe, heavy snow fell across Tianxuan's north, east, west and central plains. Even a small part of the south was covered in heavy snow.
However, there is still no snow in most areas in the south, but the climate is also much colder. It is a kind of damp and cold, lingering and bone-deep.
In a village in the south. After winter, there is no farm work. For such a village where mortals gather together, such weather was nothing in the past. Just stay at home. But this year, because of the rapid depletion of spiritual energy, it is really exhausted. Now there is no trace of spiritual energy in Tianxuan. This extreme shrinkage of spiritual energy is somewhat unexpected by Tianmeng. All the monks can no longer release the lowest level of Taoism. . And because the spiritual energy was completely exhausted in such a short period of time, the crops that were accustomed to being nourished by the spiritual energy in the past completely failed.
Although Tianmeng was reminded by Gu Shuo at the beginning and issued an order to each sect and family, before the spiritual energy was exhausted, the monks were required to use the divine channel method to ripen the crops. However, neither the east, west, south, nor central areas have achieved the level of centralization of power that was achieved in the Northland, where power was concentrated in the hands of one person, Gu Shuo. He is not as violent as Gu Shuo, and is even a little cruel.
What's more, other territories are not as dominated by one family as Gu Shuo is in the North, and there are a lot of wrangling things happening. Therefore, there are not many sect leaders and families who obey the orders of the Tianmeng. Even if they do, they are mostly perfunctory and achieve results. Ineffective. Even if it achieves results, there are very few that really benefit mortals like Northland.
Therefore, in a village like this where people are all mortals, people have begun to die of hunger and cold. Even those who are not dead are not even half fed.
In such a state, it is even colder to stay in the house. So at noon, everyone, men, women, old and young, came out of the house and huddled against the sunny wall, weakly basking in the sun.
Several gentlemen gathered on the sunny side of the village entrance, squatting there, leaning against the wall, clasping their hands and talking feebly.
A man looked at the big tree not far away and sighed: "Oh, all the bark has been eaten. I have to get something to eat. I'm starving to death."
"I can't poop these days."
"Without food, it's weird if you can pull it out by eating bark and leaves."
"When will it be over?"
Several men looked at a young man who was squatting there, not speaking, and his eyes were dull. Finally a man spoke up and said:
"nameless!"
The man didn't even raise his eyelids, and said numbly: "Huh?"
This young man is none other than the amnesiac Fifth Sword Hen, the peerless talent of the Shaoyang Sect. On the handsome face, the eyes were as numb as a pool of stagnant water.
But the men around him didn't dare to underestimate him. This dull young man was usually taciturn, which even made them feel a little stupid, but in fact they all knew that he was very good at fighting. As for how high his ability was, anyway, the whole village Man, no one is his opponent. His origin is unknown, and everyone in the village speculates that he may have encountered some kind of enemy and fled here to escape.
No one knew his name, and he himself couldn't remember his own name, so everyone called him Wu Ming. When the man saw the fifth sword mark responding, he looked at him expectantly and said:
"Wu Ming, let's go into the mountains and hunt some wild animals? If this continues, everyone in our village will starve to death."
When Fifth Jianhen heard the beast, his Adam's apple twitched. He raised his head and glanced at the mountains in the distance, and then looked at the men:
"You can fight wild beasts? Are you going to give them food?"
"Oh..." The men all laughed awkwardly: "Isn't it because of you..."
Suddenly, these men looked up towards the intersection at the entrance of the village and saw a group of people walking towards them. The men stood up in horror and looked around, seeing that there were people surrounding the village. came over and their village was surrounded. The Adam's apples of several men were squirming, and there was fear in their eyes.
"They...they..."
A fearful thought arose in their hearts. These people were here to rob. There was no food in their village, but they were afraid that these people would eat them. They had heard a lot of such rumors these days, and everyone was trembling. Only the fifth sword mark was still squatting there numbly.
One of the leading men who rushed over shouted in a loud voice: "Listen to me, I am Fang Heng. In this catastrophe of heaven and earth, if we want to revitalize the devil's way, everyone who joins us will have something to eat."
The reason why Tianxuan suffered such a catastrophe was that the so-called noble sects violated the way of heaven. This was the punishment of heaven for them. Only by promoting the devil's path and following the devil's path can you survive.
This Tianxuan, this Tianxuan should belong to our demonic path! This world is dominated by our demonic ways, hahaha..."
"The devil, they are devil monks..."
The men were trembling and did not notice the fifth sword mark who was still squatting there. His whole body was trembling slightly. There seemed to be a glimmer of light in his numb eyes. He murmured in a low voice:
"Tianxuan, this Tianxuan should belong to our demonic way! It is the world dominated by our demonic way, hahaha... Why are these words so familiar? Where have I heard it? Why does it make me feel angry?"
"Did you hear everything?"
The demonic monks came forward, stretched out their hands and patted the heads of those men: "I'm asking you a question, do you hear me?"
Then a monk saw the fifth sword mark who was still squatting there, raised his foot and kicked the fifth sword mark until his buttocks squatted on the ground:
"Are you a fool?"
The fifth sword mark silently got up from the ground, his body still trembling, but the flash of inspiration seemed to be dissipated by the kick. No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't remember where he was listening. After hearing that sentence, his heart became a little irritable.
"Bang bang bang..."
Those people carried the Fifth Sword Mark and a few men: "Don't just stand there stupidly, go gather in the village."
The fifth sword mark's body no longer trembled, but became tense, slightly hunched over, like a leopard about to prey. After being hungry, the remaining strength in the body gathered, and his hands clenched into fists.
He didn't raise his head, the annoyance in his eyes became more and more intense, and his knees were already slightly bent, wanting to rush out.
"Did you hear that? Do you want to die?"
A big-eared melon seed slapped a man in the face. When the other man saw the condition of the fifth sword mark, he couldn't help but be shocked. He stretched out his hand to hold the fifth sword mark's wrist and pulled him towards the village. , lowered his voice and said:
"Wu Ming, don't be impulsive..."
He was suddenly stunned. He saw the eyes of the fifth sword mark. He didn't know how to describe those eyes, like a wild beast about to go crazy. But he still held the fifth sword mark's wrist firmly.
Fifth Jianhen was dragged into the village with some confusion and was driven to a small playground in the village. All the villagers in the room were also dared to come out, regardless of the old, weak, women and children.
"Brother!"
A young woman supported an old woman and walked towards him. When the young woman saw the fifth sword mark, her fearful expression eased slightly. Arriving next to the fifth sword mark:
"Brother, who are they?"
The fifth sword mark shook his head. His head was very messy now, and there seemed to be some voices buzzing in his head. But couldn't hear clearly.
"You, you, and you, come out!"
Someone began to select the young men in the village and asked them to stand on the other side of the playground. A man pointed at the fifth sword mark:
"You, go over there!"
"Brother..." The young woman hugged the fifth sword mark tightly.
The man looked around the three people, and then sneered: "If you go over, all three of you will live. If you don't go over, you will all die."
The fifth sword mark didn't seem to hear the man's voice. His head was still buzzing, as if someone was shouting something to him again, and more than one person was shouting. Seeing that the fifth sword mark did not move, the man grasped the handle of the sword with one hand. The old woman suddenly opened her mouth and cursed at the fifth sword mark:
"If you don't get over here, are you going to watch our mother and daughter die?" She pulled the young woman away and pushed the fifth sword mark with her hand:
"You still haven't passed!"
The fifth sword mark walked over in a daze and stood there in a daze.
Soon, the young and strong among the villagers were gathered together. The leading demonic monk stood there, looking at the people at the fifth sword mark, and said loudly:
"I know you are hungry and cold, and you have dug up all the grass roots around the village, right? How long can you survive like this?
Five days?
Or ten days?
Now I give you a chance to eat! "
He raised his hand and pointed toward the east: "Over there, three hundred miles away, is the Lin family. Do you all know what kind of place the Lin family is?
That is a family, and they have a lot of food. As long as we rob the Lin family, we can all be full. And it’s not just a meal.
I know what you are thinking. The Lin family is a cultivating family, and the patriarch of the family is a golden elixir.
but!
Brothers and sisters, young and old, your spiritual energy is exhausted now!
It’s exhausted!
They can no longer release the magical channel method, so they are a little stronger than us. But there are many of us. Either you stay here and starve to death, or you follow me and grab someone to survive. "
Everyone was in a commotion, and the person brought by the demonic monk was the first to shout: "Grab! Grab! Grab!"
Then some villagers around the fifth sword mark raised their arms and shouted: "Grab! Grab! Grab!"
Then almost everyone raised their arms and shouted: "Grab! Grab! Grab!"
