This is a desolate, dilapidated weed field. The area is quite vast, but it is completely silent in all directions. Apart from the weeds all over the ground, there are only ash accumulated everywhere, proving that this place has been inaccessible, even for a long time.
No one has been here for a long time.
What's even weirder is that there seems to be a faint dark atmosphere surging from all directions, with a sense of destruction, making there almost no living creatures here at all.
Apart from……
Quack, quack, quack!
The dark crows kept flying low over the weeds, making uncomfortable hoarse calls. Seventeen or eight of them landed on the weeds one after another, and kept swaying, forming a perfect harmony with the strange dead silence around them.
It feels like I have arrived in the withered grass hell.
These crows and birds are the only creatures living here. They feed on the corroded vegetation. Instead, they live here very comfortably with almost no natural enemies.
Standing up on the weeds with their dark feathers facing a little sunshine every day is what these crows like to do most, and today was no exception.
At this moment, as the sunlight gathered little by little, an area of the weed field was illuminated, emitting a faint warmth, dispelling a little of the gloominess here.
Crows and birds are constantly falling from the sky, gathering here, stretching and preening their feathers.
In just a dozen breaths, the place was filled with dozens of crows, densely packed, constantly making cheerful and piercing chirps.
One of the crows spread its wings comfortably, with a touch of joy surging in its dark pupils, enjoying the only sunlight. Its dark body looked like a black elf under the sunlight.
Suddenly, the dark pupils of this crow saw a rotten weed dangling not far ahead, and a flash of greed flashed through it. It smelled the delicious rotten smell, and it wanted to have a full meal.
In a flash, the crow bird flew towards the rotten weeds, landed lightly on it, lowered its long beak, and probed towards the rotten grass roots on the ground.
But just when it was about to peck at the delicious rotten grass roots, a stick that seemed to be burnt suddenly collapsed from the weeds on the other side and hit the crow bird's bent head.
!
Quack, quack, quack!
The crow bird was immediately frightened, and let out a shrill scream of fear. It flapped its wings in a panic and soared into the sky in a comical manner!
All of a sudden it felt like a hornet's nest had been poked!
All the crows were infected by this crow, and they were all frightened. They flapped their wings crazily to escape. Suddenly, dozens of crows dispersed in a panic, and nearly a hundred wings, which were more than a foot long, flapped in unison.
, formed a strong gust of wind, blowing dust in all directions, and the weeds were also blown, falling to the side indiscriminately.
As a result, the ground hidden under the roots was temporarily exposed, and it was all covered with rotting roots and dusty ground.
But at this moment, next to the weed where the first frightened crow stood, due to the roaring wind, there was a sudden snap, and the burnt stick that frightened the crow was lost.
Reliance, it hit the ground directly!
The next moment, the burnt stick moved slightly at this moment!
If someone is here at this moment and takes a closer look, they will be surprised to find that it is not a stick at all, but is clearly an... arm!!
A burned arm!
Soon, the strong wind passed, and the weeds raised their waists again, burying the burnt arm among them.
There was once again a gloomy silence here, just like in the past, as if it would last forever.
The sun rose and the moon set, and several days passed quickly.
And on this day, from far to near in the dead and gloomy weed field, a clicking sound suddenly sounded. It was the sound of two footsteps, which seemed to be slowly approaching!
After about ten breaths, two men wearing purple armor appeared at the edge of the weeds. They were both tough-looking men, and their cultivation levels surging throughout their bodies were also extremely strong. They were two men.
Overlord King!
However, at this moment, there was a hint of boredom on the faces of the two people, and the voices of talking to each other could be heard.
"Hey, how could a creature suddenly appear in this ghost place? I still can't figure out why the Valley Master sends someone to check once a month! It's just a waste of time!"
The short-haired one of the two purple-armored men said this in a bored tone.
"You ask me? Who should I ask? But this is the forbidden area of our Nine Tribulations Valley, which isolates the power of the soul. And this habit of coming to the forbidden area to check once a month is said to be unknown to many Valley Masters from above.
Rules that have been passed down since he was in power! Every generation of Valley Master insists on implementing them, and the current Valley Master is no exception."
The other Scarface who was left spoke at this moment, and then said: "But according to the rules of the valley, if anyone can really find a living being in the forbidden area, once he takes it back and reports it, it will be a great achievement! And he will get it immediately
What a generous reward from the owner of the valley himself!"
There was a hint of fiery yearning in Scarface's eyes!
"I said Wu Laoer, would you please wake up? Gu Gui is right, but who has received this reward for a long time? Never at all, okay? I think you drank too much yesterday and now you are still
Not awake yet!”
It's hard to laugh at short hair.
"Damn it! Can't I even think about it? After all, we can only take a look at a person as high and powerful as the Valley Master from a distance during the bloodthirsty event held every three years. He is in seclusion on weekdays. If he can really be in the forbidden area,
When you discover a living creature inside, you can see the Valley Master immediately, it’s really exciting to think about it!”
"Hmph! Just because of you, I still want to see the Valley Master? Even if Commander Xiao doesn't receive the order from the Valley Master, he can't meet him. You have to understand that the Valley Master is a human god! Even if you and I have such little cultivation, we can meet the Valley Master.
Lord, your eyes will be burned out immediately by Lord Valley Master’s divine fire!”
The short-haired man shook his head and said helplessly.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense! We've arrived at the forbidden area. According to the old rules, it's your turn to go in and take a look around. I'll wait for you here!"
In front of a group of boulders not too far from the weeds, the short-haired man sat down on a stone and yawned.
Scarface nodded and walked directly to the weeds. It was obvious that this was not the first time the two of them had done such a thing. They were already familiar with the road and had a clear division of labor.
"That's almost it! These two days are the birthday of the demon commander with terrible bad habits. The owl commander is out again. Only the old demon is left in the valley. We, the group, must keep a low profile and be careful. We must finish the work as soon as possible and go back early to continue having fun! Hey! Yesterday
I haven’t had enough fun with that little bitch in the Emerald Prison!”
Something seemed to ring out from the short-haired man. His tone was extremely fearful and frightened at first, and then became lewd and cruel.
At this moment, Scarface had already walked into the weeds, and a long, cold knife appeared in his hand. He stirred it around casually as he walked, and began to check.