A long roar came from the distance of the mountain where lightning struck. The roar was long and thick, and it seemed to be a faint sound of dragon roar, which seemed to suppress the sound of thunder. Of course, it also angered the clouds above the head. The clouds were stimulated by the roar, and countless lightning flashes were entangled among the clouds like their father weaving bamboo baskets.

At the same time, accompanied by the roar, it seemed like a figure soaring into the sky and standing out of thin air in the void under the clouds. With a long roar, a huge phantom of a dragon and a snake suddenly appeared beside the figure. The phantom of a dragon and a snake in the three-color light condensed slowly transformed into a semi-substantially light-like light blue existence.

The dragon-shaped phantom flashed and surrounded the person standing in the void. The snake-shaped phantom raised its head and mouth and opened it. When it swallowed and vomited, a terrifying scene appeared. The originally huge cloud was swallowed into the abdomen by the snake-shaped phantom like an upside-down funnel. However, within a short while, the snake-shaped phantom's belly changed constantly, and a trace of thunder and lightning even emerged from its body, and the original sound of thunder turned into a muffled thunder.

With a loud "sharp" sound, the snake-shaped phantom burst inch by inch, and the clouds that had originally covered a few miles suddenly increased several times, and accompanied by the gathering of different rays, the clouds also turned into five-color clouds.

A dragon roar came, and the dragon-shaped phantom that originally surrounded the figure stretched out its body.

A little golden light came out from the Taoist figure, and it shot into the mouth of the dragon-shaped phantom like a green dragon snatching a bead. The semi-solid dragon-shaped phantom swayed and screamed at the sky. The light green dragon shadow turned into a golden dragon, and then the golden dragon's light seemed to dye the entire mountain forest a layer of gold. With another scream, it rushed into the five-colored thunder clouds in the sky.

Yi Qiu opened his eyes wide and looked hard, but he only saw that the golden dragon was completely stained by the golden light emitted by itself, and he could no longer see anything else. The lightning in the clouds poured towards the golden light like raspberry water.

The giant dragon in the golden light rolled and stirred in the five-colored thunder clouds like a hidden dragon in the sea of ​​rage.

A whistling in his ears, a golden light and five-colored thunder in front of him were entangled in his eyes, Yi Qiu seemed to be in another world, just staring blankly...

I don’t know how long it took, the clouds gradually faded away, and the golden dragon began to gather as if it was broken. However, the golden dragon shadow gathered again was no longer as golden as before, and its body also shrunk countless times.

The light golden dragon's body continued to condense five colors, and the golden dragon flashed and moved into the five colors that were constantly condensed. As the gathering of a giant phantom slowly condensed among the various colors. As the lights of inspiration from all directions became more and more, the giant phantom gradually condensed, and the eyebrows and eyes gradually became clear.

"Hey, Mr. Peng?" Yi Qiu looked at the giant phantom and couldn't help but exclaim. When he just recognized the phantom as Mr. Peng, a blue lightning suddenly slashed from the clouds that were about to dissipate, slashing towards the phantom that was staring like a sharp sword that had existed since time immemorial. As soon as he touched the phantom, the golden light immediately dissipated, as if Mr. Peng's phantom disappeared like a dream. At the same time, a figure fell from the air.

"Ah" screamed, Yi Qiu realized that he suddenly stood up. At the same time, the sun was so bright that the breeze came in the sky, where were there any dark clouds, golden light and lightning? If it weren't for the fireworks rising from the forest ahead, it would seem that there was a large area of ​​Yi Qiu, who had just had a dream.

The phantom just now seemed to be Mr. Peng, but did Mr. Peng come out of the mountain half a month ago? Could it be that the figure is the legendary old god in our Qingmang Mountain? Yi Qiu thought about it, and at the same time, he walked towards the place where he was struck by heavenly thunder like a devil.

The more you go over the mountains and rivers, the more difficult it is to walk forward, the more bumpy the roads are. The mountain roads that are already uneven are even more bumpy. Gradually, some corpses such as birds and pheasants appear in front of you. If they were placed in normal times, Yi Qiu would have collected them one by one, because he had just returned from the strange phenomena of heaven and earth not long ago. Perhaps after seeing the power of heaven and earth, he would have discarded the birds and beasts that usually depend on for survival, and only thought about the place where the sky thunder struck. Although he couldn't help but be afraid, the child was full of curiosity about all unknown things, not to mention that the phantom seemed to be Mr. Peng, who was very famous in the village.

When I crossed a mountain again and appeared in front of me, Yi Qiu was frightened. A pit that was as big as his own mountain village appeared in the charred forest. The pit was as deep as the Qingpyo River. A ragged man was lying there motionless in the middle of the deep pit. I don’t know if he was still alive. He was surrounded by charred trees and by chance the black smoke and crackling sounds of the burning trees.

Although the scene in front of him exceeded Yi Qiu's imagination, it was obvious that the man who seemed to be Mr. Peng lying motionlessly and stomped his feet and then climbed down carefully along the wall of the pit. If he hadn't been collecting herbs in the mountains often, he wouldn't have been able to continue.

With a "thump", seeing how high a person was coming from the bottom of the pit, the hand that rubbed bloodshot and jumped off the rock wall. At this time, Yi Qiu himself did not realize that there was no clean area on his body, and he was like a clay man. He stretched out his waist and moved his muscles and bones and walked towards the person lying there.

"Ah" When he approached, Yi Qiu couldn't help but scream. He saw that the man was black all over, and his nose seemed to have a smell of barbecue. There was no complete skin. This was not even bones were exposed on his chest, arms and thighs. A few wisps of black smoke appeared slightly from the burnt clothes. His bare head was also covered in blood and no hair. Yi Qiu just estimated that this person was Mr. Peng from the village from the size and the few left clothes. What Yi Qiu didn't notice was that if a normal person was injured like this, he would have died of blood long ago, but there was not much blood under Mr. Peng's body, and even the wounds exposed on the bones had never flowed out.

At this time, Yi Qiu didn't know that he was afraid. He walked forward and gently lifted Mr. Peng's upper body with his hands and shook it slightly and called "Old Peng...Old Peng..." Even he himself knew that Mr. Peng might never open his eyes again. At this moment, he was just confused and unconsciously shouting Mr. Peng's name.

Suddenly, Yi Qiu felt that Old Peng seemed to move in the bad state. He lowered his head and saw that Old Peng's eyelids seemed to move and opened it.

With a "ah", Yi Qiu let go of his hands and rolled and crawled away from Mr. Peng, and shouted repeatedly, "Ghost, Ghost"

A "hum" sounded like a painful sound, but Mr. Peng, who was released by Yi Qiu, fell down his upper body.

Mr. Peng moved his head with difficulty and looked at Yi Qiu's weak and hoarse voice, "Child, don't be afraid, I'm not a ghost, I'm just... cough... cough..." He said, and couldn't help but cough.

Yi Qiu turned to look at Mr. Peng carefully after hearing this: "Are you Mr. Peng?"

Seeing the person lying there nodded slightly, Yi Qiu came to Mr. Peng carefully again: "I'll go down the mountain and call someone, you can lie down first."

"Ah... kid... no need, I'm afraid I'm waiting for you to call someone." Old Peng on the ground moved his lips and said vaguely, while his eyes seemed to be closing again.

Yi Qiu resisted the panic in his heart, dragged Mr. Peng again, rubbed half of his still intact chest and couldn't help but say, "What should I do, what should I do now?"

"Shui.Shui." Mr. Peng's lips trembled with a few words of water.

Yi Qiu looked down at Mr. Peng's dry and yellow lips and looked around him. He almost cried out in a hurry. Such a big hole was covered with burnt everywhere. There was no water everywhere. Even if he went up and came back, it was too late. At the same time, he secretly blamed himself for never bringing water to the springs everywhere, otherwise he could feed Mr. Peng some drinks now.

"There is no water here, what should I do? Ah, why is this pit so deep? I guess I can't get up." Old Peng in his arms, who was talking to himself, looked at the sound of the word "shui".

"Huh?" Suddenly Yi Qiu looked at his left hand, because the blood marks that had just climbed down from the cliff wall seemed to be still emitting blood. Looking at Mr. Peng, who was only breathing in his arms, he probably would have been his last wish to drink a few sips of water in his heart.

A firm look flashed in his eyes. He put his right wrist beside his mouth and bitten hard. Seeing that the bright red blood was about to gush out, he hurriedly pointed the wound at Mr. Peng's mouth. He actually used his own blood to replace water to feed him. This person who had not yet been confirmed to be the one who was Mr. Peng in his village.

The bright red blood flowed into Mr. Peng's abdomen like that. Mr. Peng's mouth was sucking like a baby at this time, but it gradually became stronger and stronger.

After a while, Yi Qiu shook his head, which was a little dizzy due to blood loss, and was about to take his hand away from Mr. Peng's mouth. Mr. Peng, who was lying in Yi Qiu's arms, suddenly opened his eyes as if a flash of light. At the same time, he grabbed Yi Qiu's right hand, which had not been pulled away in time with his left hand.

In fear, Yi Qiu only felt that he grabbed the thin and dry hand of his right hand as firm as a steel hoop. He struggled hard but had no effect. The blood that accelerated the loss made Yi Qiu's struggle weaker and weaker. His gradually blurred consciousness suddenly discovered that the body of Mr. Peng in his arms was actually fluorescent...

Amid the cicadas and insects, Yi Qiu slowly woke up and hummed softly. A sound of pain came, and half of the body that had just been raised fell heavily again.

"Are you awake? There is water and a few pills on the table, you have taken it." A soft voice came.

Yi Qiu asked in surprise: "Who are you? Where am I? What's wrong with me? Why don't you have any strength in your body?"
Chapter completed!