Chapter 1647: People Today, Roads in the Past

Ding-ling-ling, ding-ling-ling~

The sound of camel bells brought a little "life" ripple to the gray sky, but it was soon annihilated in the endless haze. Nothing has changed, but changes have indeed occurred.

Have you ever seen camels in the borderland?

Or...

Uduna?

In the grassland language, it means "toughness". Of course, in the grassland language system that blends the divine language and the languages ​​of various primitive tribes, it only means "toughness" when it is attached to a specific noun.

When it is taken out to express it alone, it is a special noun, referring to such a camel -

They are silent, with stoic brown eyes.

No hair.

The skin is black, wrinkled, and not stretched at all, like tanned leather. Soldiers who often patrol the borderland will sharpen their knives directly on it.

Its towering hump stores a lot of food and water - sometimes it will be cut open by desperate warriors to eat. Food and water are secondary, the most important thing is the soul power contained in it.

Human monks use soul stones to fight against the ubiquitous resistance and erosion in the desert, but Wuduna does not need it. Wuduna can generate soul power to fight against the desert, which is also the proof that Wuduna belongs to the human race rather than the demon race.

The life belonging to the demon race is not afraid of that kind of "dryness", they are originally part of the "dryness". The life activities of all monsters, together with the environment, form the "dryness".

Ordinary war horses have no qualifications to cross the line of life and death and enter the borderland. And the powerful demon horses who step into here also need the power of soul stones to fight against the environment.

"Wuduna" is the most common beast of burden here.

For thousands of years, they have carried the human race and marched into the depths of the borderland again and again. They are both chariots and food, both armor and comrades.

Older than old oxen.

No one is willing to cut Wuduna unless it is absolutely necessary.

For many soldiers, cutting open the hump means the final moment of death. On the grassland, this behavior is called "Yi Che", which describes the act of cutting open the hump with a knife, but the meaning is "suicide". And it is more honorable. Dishonorable suicide cannot be expressed by "Yi Che".

It is said that it had just rained on the day when Jiang Wang came to the borderland, and there was a smell of rust in the air. Jiang Wang suspected that the rain here was a knife.

Yuwen Duo told him, "Almost."

Jiang Wang asked again, what the rain here looks like.

Yuwen Duo only said that he would know on the day it rained.

Since then, Jiang Wang has been waiting for rain.

A team of dozens of Wuduna, with nearly a thousand soldiers of the Muguo, came out of the gray haze. The winding long dragon is a vague line that spreads in history.

The borderland is a place Jiang Wang has always wanted to come to, not only because it is the place where Zhao Rucheng once risked his life.

Including Bianhuang, Yuyuan, Meteorite Forest, and the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons... He wanted to see, experience, and feel all the places where the human race fought against danger.

Extraordinary power, extraordinary courage, and extraordinary responsibility.

This is his simple understanding of practitioners in his heart.

So why he has always been more tolerant of ordinary people than cultivators. Not only because cultivators are more destructive, but also because "those who have the power bear the responsibility."

And this understanding was first established by Zuo Guanglie.

Bianhuang is the front line between the human race and the demon race. Zhao Rucheng fought here, and Zuo Guanglie also fought here.

Jingmu and other countries have deployed heavy troops on the line of life and death, and have launched charges against the demon tide again and again over the long years.

On this land, there are so many heroic sons and daughters, so many heroic epics, and so many generous and tragic songs.

Since you have come to the grassland, how can you not come to Bianhuang?

Don't forget history, don't ignore the future.

At this moment, Jiang Wang stood at the end of the life-death line, and just saw the return of such a team of "demon hunters".

On one side was a sea of ​​green grass, and on the other side was a sky full of gray sand.

Life and death, passion and desolation, separated such a clear line between heaven and earth.

This feeling is so desolate, and at the end of the desolation, there is a ray of ancient heat.

This life-death line is the division drawn by the human race for this world. It is the mark drawn by generations of human warriors in this cruel world with iron blood and steel knives.

Here on the life-death line, there is endless fighting and never-drying blood.

Behind the life-death line, there is endless fertile land and billions of human races.

And what is in front of the life-death line?

Where is the place where countless heroes are buried, the depths of the endless quicksand, and the passage connecting the tombs of all worlds? What does it look like?

Jiang Wang stood with his sword, and Qianyang Chitong could not see the end.

Yuwen Duo and the returning demon hunters chatted loudly about their harvests, while Jiang Wang kept a proper distance, listened quietly, and showed respect by leaning sideways.

The two countries of Jing and Mu have never stopped their attack on the depths of the desert. On the one hand, they need to kill a large number of Yin demons, hoard soul stones, and reserve war resources for future battles against the demon tide. On the other hand, this uninterrupted demon hunting operation can also effectively reduce the intensity of the demon tide.

However, demons are not pigs and dogs that can be slaughtered at will, and demon hunters often have to pay a higher price than demons.

There is a famous question on the grassland-

Why is there green grass on the other side of the life and death line?

And everyone knows the answer.

Because too many people have shed their blood for it.

Even in an era when divine power was at its peak, this was a problem that had never been covered by divine light on the boundless grassland.

"You really don't need me to follow you?" After exchanging information about the nearby area with the demon hunting team, Yuwen Duo came back and asked.

Jiang Wang just smiled.

"Okay." Yuwen Duo shrugged: "I am a burden."

"Stop talking about yourself like that." Jiang Wang comforted, "You're just a little weak."

Yu Wenduo:?

Jiang Wang looked at the haze and seemed to see the vague shadow of a gray vulture. He said casually: "Don't make the atmosphere so deep. So many people can enter the border wilderness. What's my problem?"

Yuwen Duo said: "Hunting demons is a very dangerous thing, especially when traveling alone... I know it is useless to say this, but I still have to say it. In case Rucheng Yizu comes out of seclusion, he will cause trouble for me."

Jiang Wang turned to look at him and said with a smile: "Should I also write you a letter of liability to express that my entry into the wilderness was entirely voluntary and had nothing to do with you, and that you have tried your best to dissuade me?"

Yu Wenduo took out a pen and paper: "That's the best."

Jiang Wangzhen wrote him a letter of liability, saying that he voluntarily went deep into the wilderness and had nothing to do with anyone.

It's not all a joke.

If something really happened to him, having such a letter of liability would not affect the relationship between Qi and Mu.

Being able to write such a disclaimer is enough to show that his trip was not a sudden hothead, but that he did have a clear understanding of the dangers of the border wilderness.

Yu Wenduo said: "Actually, you don't have to come, no one will criticize you. Originally, you were an envoy with integrity, so the responsibility is not here. I know that you have a great reputation overseas, and you have killed many sea people in the Mysterious World. ”

"Just think that I am also practicing." Jiang Wang said.

Yu Wenduo thought for a moment and then said: "The troops here on the line of life and death have their own defenses and cannot be easily mobilized. But I will stay here and coordinate a reserve army to come over. If something unexpected happens, remember to flee back, I will Support you immediately.”

"Thank you very much."

"Do you need any more help? His Highness Yun has given me great authority."

"Give me a map, give me a bag of soul stones, and give me a black camel." Jiang Wang simply said, "I will be back before the succession ceremony begins."

Compared with "Wuduna", Jiang Wang is more accustomed to calling it black camel.

After all, Prairie Language is not straightforward enough for people like him who were born in the Western Region and are resident in the Eastern Region.

On the line of life and death, Yu Wenduo bid farewell to Jiang Wang.

Watching one person and one camel, walking further and further away, slowly disappearing into the haze, like a bright color in the world, swallowed up by darkness - just like when he was stationed at the line of life and death, every time he said goodbye to Zhao Rucheng .

He thought that Marquis Wu'an of Daqi would say something like the great justice of the human race, and he was willing to believe that, at least from the mouths of people like Jiang Wang, they wouldn't be so false.

But Jiang Wang said nothing and only called this "cultivation".

On the contrary, Yu Wenduo felt that practice was a more meaningful thing. Whether it is killing thieves, serving the country, or defending the human race, it cannot be achieved by just talking. Those who talk about benevolence, righteousness, and morality, and often make others reflect on the world... have they really done anything for this world?

If you move forward down-to-earth and have enough strength, you will naturally be qualified to realize your ideals.

He also has to practice hard.

I will never go to Shen’en Temple again.

Yuwenduo thought about it again and changed his determination——

Not for at least five days.

As for five days later?

I will definitely return to the Royal Court in five days, let’s talk about it then!

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Jingle bell bell, jingle bell bell~

Jiang Wang rode on the back of a camel and wandered into the depths of the desert.

One person, one sword and one hunchback, traveling far away in green clothes, would be quite a bit chic - if it weren't for the constant flying sand and rocks in front of them.

When we are not far from the line of life and death, we don’t feel it yet. By this time, the feeling of being rejected and rejected by the entire world was already very obvious.

The present world is the present world of the human race. This has long been an undoubted fact. But here, it doesn't seem so accurate.

It is not wrong to say that the wilderness is a demonic realm.

Or is it part of the tomb of the world that invades the world?

Jiang Wang still lacks some knowledge in this area. After all, it already involves the fundamentals of the world, and he was not qualified to contact it before.

Now he can feel that there is a "dry" power that cannot be captured in reality, which is constantly eroding his body and soul.

Even if you have a golden body and chalcedony, even if the power of your soul has been condensed into spiritual consciousness, you will still be shaken by this "drying out".

Fortunately, they were all resolved by the soul stone he carried.

Jiang Wang believes that there is an exchange at the level of rules, but for him at present, there is still a long way to go before he can understand the rules, so he cannot see it clearly.

The number of soul stones was sufficient. In order not to miss the ceremony, he only planned to stay in the desert for five days, and Yuwen Duo prepared enough for him to consume for a month.

Uduna, who was walking slowly on the sand, felt no pressure and felt free.

Over the long years, it has evolved its body and soul to adapt to this land.

In fact, all life in the world has its tenacious part.

Delicate grass can grow in the cracks of rocks. For example, in this desert filled with lifeless energy, there is also a sand scorpion hiding underground - it rushed out recklessly and wanted to attack Uduna, but was killed by Jiang Wang with a snap of his fingers.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wang couldn't help but think - if there were no soul stones, no extraordinary monks, and only ordinary people lived here, after a large number of deaths, would some kind of evolution naturally occur in the end?

Just like the aquatic people gradually changed when they arrived at the sea. The current sea people have completely become another race.

Of course, no one dared to do such an experiment.

Dongdong, Dongdong.

A monster with a thick cow's hoof, a pair of skinny chicken claws on the upper body, an illusory human male head, and a bulging belly, rushed from a distance.

The cow's hoof stepped on the sand, as if stepping on an exciting drumbeat.

A piercing strange cry came from its mouth, which was torn intermittently by the wind and sand.

Jiang Wang watched silently.

The Uduna he rode was also very calm and was still moving slowly. The black camel that Yuwen Duo transferred from the army was a man who had seen the world.

Jiang Wang was not unfamiliar with the monster in front of him. He had seen it at the bottom of the Qingjiang River long ago.

The Yin Demon has no fixed form at all, and there are thousands of strange appearances. He saw two exactly the same ones, which can be regarded as a kind of fate.

But when he saw this monster at that time, he also had an instinctive fear. Now when he saw it again, the emotion that instinctively arose was only disgust.

It has nothing to do with courage, this is the leap of the essence of life.

Or... before the arrival of the gods, the essence of human life was weaker than that of the demons?

This judgment, this knowledge, made Jiang Wang confused.

Of course, it did not affect his battle.

The body of the Yin Demon is real and tangible, but the head is illusory.

This head sometimes looks like a human, sometimes like an animal, all kinds of strange, all kinds of things.

At this time, it seemed to have been hungry for many days, running towards this side frantically, stepping on the dust.

When it got close, it suddenly froze.

It screamed in pain, but it couldn't make any sound.

Then it started from the cow's hoof, and the flames ignited little by little. The speed of the flame spread was not fast, but as time went on, it gradually spread to the whole body. In a slow process, it was finally burned out.

Snap!

Only a wrinkled human head was left, falling on the sand.

The flames rolled up again, and the head disappeared.

The reason why Samadhi True Fire was used instead of other means was naturally to supplement knowledge. Hunting demons is a long-term thing. If you want to kill quickly and well, you must first understand the "demon". Its composition, its life form, every part of its body...

Jiang Wang felt the flames silently without saying a word.

Whoosh!

A demon with antlers on its head suddenly emerged from the ground and stretched its claws to cut the black camel's hoof——

Snap.

A pair of claws were cut off.

Then the whole body was shattered, leaving a deer-horned beast skull.

The sword light suddenly appeared and then disappeared.

Jiang Wang casually moved the demon's head in front of him, looked at it carefully for a while, and then threw it into the cloth bag hanging on the side of the black camel.

As the footprints deepened, the Yin Demons appeared more and more frequently.

At first, they attacked alone, then in groups of three or five, then more than ten, dozens... At the most, there were nearly two hundred Yin Demons coming together to kill.

In the desert environment, the perception of human cultivators was suppressed very much, and Jiang Wang was also trapped in the encirclement, and then he realized his situation.

Of course, hundreds of ants still can't kill humans.

Jiang Wang kept trying with swordsmanship, Taoism, or magical powers - he accidentally destroyed a lot, but there were more and more Yin Demon heads in the bag.

He learned more and more about "Demons".

The more he understood, the more confused he was.

And no matter where he went deep or how he hunted, there would be no screams of Yin Demons. He also tried to control the power of sound under the special rules of the borderland.

The battle never stopped, and practice was all the time.

The black camel continued to move forward slowly, and its hoof prints stepped out a long line.

Today's people, ancient roads.

Last year's sandstorm, next year's sandstorm.

People are not the same, but they are the same.

For a long time, there was only the sound of ding-ling-ling, ding-ling-ling on this route.

Its sound was melodious and not lonely.

Because at the end of the sandstorm, there were countless... responses that transcended time and space.