Why am I invincible again?

Chapter 1017 Demon Seeds Naturally Formed (51)

The situation has not improved because of everyone's optimism.

Everyone counted the food left over from the previous years, and cut down on food and clothing a little, so they could survive this year.

Grandpa stayed in the granary for a long time, going in in the morning and coming out in the evening, with an extra list in his hand, which detailed the remaining grain and daily expenses.

"It's okay, it's okay, one year, I can survive it, and I hope next year will be a bumper harvest year."

The old man went to the dry land with his whole body covered in rays of sunshine, his old and crooked body prostrated on the ground, and kowtowed to the mountain and the soil devoutly.

"The village is almost gone, even if it is for the children, I hope there will be a good harvest next year."

In the corner shrouded in darkness, Zhou Ye looked at everything in front of him. Behind him, the green snake slowly circled up, and his head gently rested on Zhou Ye's shoulder.

Behind him, the boy stood against the wall, his tall and thin figure cast a long shadow on the ground.

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At night, Qishan is shrouded in thick night, rugged and rugged, with teeth and claws, like a vicissitudes and simple old man in the dark.

The young man went up the mountain with a basket on his back, along the winding and rugged mountain road halfway up the mountain, until he reached the deepest and highest point of Naqi Mountain, but he had no intention of stopping.

It was cold in the middle of the night, and the young man was covered with wind and frost. The messy bushes and dry grass in front of him fell to both sides, and a flat and clean path appeared in the dense forest.

Finally, in front of a cave, the boy stopped and put down the basket on his back.

It was just an unremarkable cave, but from the outside, it was pitch-black inside, and there was the sound of wind blowing, "whooping" sound, which made people feel unstoppable creepy.

Ordinary people can't detect it, but a cultivator standing here can easily feel that the spiritual power of the whole mountain is rushing towards here crazily.

There seems to be some powerful force in the cave absorbing the aura of the entire mountain. The flowers, plants and trees on the mountain are gradually withering, and everything below the mountain is also affected, and the fragile food crops rot directly from the roots.

Everything comes from here.

The young man in thin plain clothes bent down, squeezed a handful of soil, rubbed it on his fingertips, and finally lifted it away without any nourishment.

No wonder the lush vegetation here is now all withered.

In the cave, someone is stealing the power of the whole mountain.

There was a faint cold light hidden in the depths of his shallow eyes. The young man looked at the silver barrier at the entrance of the cave. When he raised his hand, a sharp wooden thorn shot out from the palm of his hand, and he tore at the barrier directly.

The people in the cave quickly realized that the protective cover they had set up was broken, so they could only speak in a low voice because they were worried about the critical moment of their cultivation.

"Fellow Daoist He Fang, what's the matter?"

The young man's face was cold, as if he was immersed in a silver-white moonlight. Just as he was about to walk in, he heard a gust of wind in his ears. The next second, there was already someone beside him.

Looking sideways, the person next to him was dressed in white clothes fluttering around his waist, with a golden belt around his waist. His whole body was imposing, and he was holding a long sword.

Looking at the young man, the man in front of him is not the man from the Protoss who came from the outside world a few years ago. He preached the protoss's happiness in the village. Almost gone.

Now most of the people in the village have left.

But he is still here.

Depending on the situation, he has been practicing in that cave for many years.

(End of this chapter)