Thirty thousand martial luck points burned instantly.
A miraculous power surges into the soul like a flood.
Yang Lin's eyes flashed, and he fell into a real illusion again.
This time, what he saw was a desperate situation.
In the vast mountains, thousands of people fled in panic, and their cries could not be heard.
In the distance, raging fires could be seen, and some wooden houses and ancient trees collapsed amidst the explosions. The old man cried desolately about the injustice of the sky, and the children were being held and dragged, running away in fear and crying.
As I ran, the person disappeared.
Deep in the forest, wolves roared, tigers roared, eagles chirped, and birds chirped. From time to time, they would rush out and bite a person with their fangs, causing blood to splash everywhere.
Farther away, there was a roar that was shocking.
"Run away quickly. Most of the monsters have caught up. If it's too late, it'll be too late."
When Yang Lin came to his senses, he found that he was lying on the shoulder of a big man. One of the big man's arms had been broken off. He was holding a bloody spear in his hand. While protecting the women and children in their escape, he was still carrying him on his back. From where he occasionally looked back, he In the eyes behind him, Yang Lin saw confusion.
In the fleeing team, there would be some young men from time to time, armed with spears and hunting bows, leaping up, flying towards the monsters, and fighting to the death.
After escaping for about half an hour, Yang Lin discovered that there were fewer and fewer people around him, and almost all those with fighting ability were dead.
The monsters behind him seemed to be having fun.
It just hangs on the back, swallowing one or two from time to time, maintaining maximum pressure.
Some of those monsters breathe fire, some control thunder and lightning, and some can tear through mountains and ridges with just their flesh and blood, and are so ferocious.
What makes people less motivated to fight is that from a distance, there are several ferocious beasts with wings, sharp beaks and fangs, and lion bodies and leopard tails following behind.
Each of these things was as big as a small mountain. With just one claw, dozens or hundreds of fleeing humans were turned into blood and mud.
"Lin, as the young clan leader, you have a chance to escape to the East China Sea with your clan members. Uncle Shan can no longer accompany you."
Yang Lin found that he couldn't move.
The first thing he thought about was saving people and killing monsters.
However, the magical powers cannot be used, and the martial arts and magic are as if they have never existed.
I obviously remember it very clearly in my mind, but I can't do anything about it.
What's even more outrageous is that his body is numb and unable to move. Only the heartbreaking pain coming from his chest and back can prove that his current body is not inherently useless.
Instead, he was seriously injured in the previous battle. Now he was being carried away by others. Not only was he unable to fight against the enemy, he was useless, but he became a burden.
Fortunately, this body is not too old, it is a half-grown man, not too tall, and not too strong, so it will not be too much of a burden when someone carries it on its back.
But even so, looking at the ant-like monsters and big demons behind him, and the number of humans around him getting smaller and smaller, he knew that if there were no changes, this time's trial illusion might be a complete failure. .
Not only will you die, but everyone will die.
Moreover, he would die in the mouths of monsters and become food for those beasts.
"We can't do this. I have to move my essence, energy, spirit..."
Yang Lin worked hard for a long time, and finally found that he couldn't even pump up his energy and blood.
This time, the illusion of the trial seems to have locked up one's own abilities, but it is necessary to use this young man's body to break through.
However, the boy's body cannot be controlled by himself.
In this case, there is only one possibility.
That is, his spiritual power is relatively weak, and in this illusion, he is by default unable to control the boy's body.
In other words, this boy is a big shot in the future.
So, he won’t die this time?
However, he didn't see any hope of breaking the situation.
From the big man, he was transferred to a middle-aged woman, and she was still carried on her back and ran away.
A knee-high child next to her was swallowed by a wolf. The woman, holding a stone knife in her hand, screamed and chopped off the wolf's head, crying and howling while slashing, without stopping.
Yang Lin was carried on his back, and he turned back desperately to see the strong man with a broken arm, blood bursting out from his whole body, rushing towards the huge monster as high as a mountain, and stabbing the monster's huge eyeball with a spear, he was hit by a huge The claws turned into blood mist.
The roar was still in his ears, and Yang Lin felt that his face was wet. He didn't know whether it was blood falling down or tears smearing his eyes.
"Uncle Shan."
Look at the crazy and ferocious monster, flapping its wings and swooping down with the strong wind.
A huge sorrow rose from the bottom of his heart, and Yang Lin suddenly felt himself moving.
It wasn't him who was moving.
Instead, the body automatically detached itself from the middle-aged woman's shoulders.
He looked up to the sky and howled, bang bang bang, countless acupoints on his body's hands, feet, shoulders, waist, knees and ankles burst open, and blood splattered like a spring.
His body was ignited with thick blood flames.
"Empress Nuwa, are you just going to watch the demon clan devour the human race?"
The young man looked up to the sky and cried.
He said in a hoarse voice, "I no longer believe in gods or immortals. I don't ask for heaven or earth..."
There were fewer and fewer people around, and the strong middle-aged woman was also poked out by a snake demon and swallowed in one gulp, while crazy flames rolled up around the young man.
The body suddenly grew bigger little by little.
The ferocious beast rushed over like a moth to the flame, and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye under the burning of the bloody flames.
The remaining dozens of old, weak, sick and disabled people no longer ran away. They looked at their young patriarch with a hint of hope and a little awareness in their eyes.
The young man's body is still growing, gradually reaching the level of a mountain. The blood vessels on his body are protruding from the skin, and the muscles are protruding, just like an ancient majestic mountain. He stands on the same spot, his head penetrates the white clouds, his eyes are like copper bells, and the blood light shines directly on thousands of people. meters away.
"I am this mountain, this river, this sky, and the earth, killing demons..."
Amidst the roar, the giant as huge as a mountain stepped down, and countless demonic beasts were crushed. He grabbed the demonic beast like a low mountain with his hand, tore it into pieces with a single blow, and opened his bloody mouth. Crying while eating.
Then, he muttered some names in his mouth, called his father and mother, and swept all the way, killing all the monsters on the ground, and then chased those huge monsters, turned around and rushed into the mountains, collapsed the mountains, and crossed the long river. From the dark night to the rising sun.
Fight straight to the seaside.
The young man just looked back at the distant vast jungle, with a little smile on his face, and his body finally collapsed and turned into a majestic peak standing on the seaside.
Blood turns into mountain stream water, bones turn into stones, hair turns into vegetation...
Completely disappeared between heaven and earth.
There are two pools on the top of the mountain. The water reflects a group of old and weak people in ragged clothes. They gradually walk out of the jungle, walk to the plains, and walk to the seaside. There are also tribes living there.
