I don’t know the year and month of the village, but life is a bit monotonous after all.

More than a year has passed, and the peaceful daily life of the deserted village will be completely broken.

It is midsummer, and it is not a suitable season for hunting for deserted villages. Under the scorching sun, the distance from deserted villages to Da Yao Mountain consumes a lot of energy.

Horses can also be tired, at least they will have to waste a lot of time on rest under the scorching sun.

Therefore, in addition to being busy with farm work, most of the villagers stay at home to do some craftsmanship, and they can also see busy people on the streets.

The long street is covered by a large rain canopy, which blocks the invasion of a lot of sunlight, so the villagers are not afraid of the heat.

The deserted village in the afternoon seemed very quiet, with almost no unnecessary sounds except the song of the cicadas.

However, today there was a very discordant note.

"Clang, Clang."

This is a gong at the entrance of the village and will only be used if there is an urgent matter.

Liu Laosan walked out of the house and stretched his body. It seemed that the injury had been healed.

He shook his knuckles, made a crisp sound, and said irritably: "Which bastard is knocking on the gong, I'm having a good afternoon nap!"

After yawning, he reluctantly walked slowly towards the entrance of the village.

When Liu Laosan arrived, the entrance of the village was already surrounded by people, and everyone looked very anxious.

The young man next to the gong was naked, with obvious signs of sunlight burning. The horse beside him was kneeling on the ground, both of whom were gasping heavily.

Only then did Liu Laosan realize the seriousness of the matter, that person should be the person who rotated the sentinel point this week.

"Give it a little, give it a little." He shouted while pushing away the villagers in front of him and rushed to the person who was keeping watch.

"What's going on? Is it happening in the Great Demon Mountain?"

The man was sweating like rain, not knowing whether it was tears or sweat in his eyes, and gasped: "Big...Big Demon Mountain...Beast...Drug, Huhu, Beast Tide!"

Liu Laosan supported the villagers and said with horror: "Beast Tide! What's going on! Why is it this time?"

"I...we." The villagers said it very hard. Liu Laosan immediately took off the wooden pot on his waist, and patted him on the back while feeding him water.

The man slowed down for a while and said solemnly: "The entire mountain and the entire demon mountain are full of beasts and monsters. Everyone from other villages has also withdrawn to report the news."

"What's the reason? Is there any clue?"

"Over these days, I often see strange lights in the distance, and I want to keep moving in the mountains!"

"Not good!" Liu Laosan clenched his fists. The thing he was most worried about finally happened. If the reason was as they guessed last time, such a beast tide could not be resisted by the power of hundreds of villages.

The villagers were also panicked, after all, most of them were helpless about it.

"Village Chief, please go to other villages to ask about the situation. I will ask someone to go to the city to ask for help right now!" After Liu Laosan said that, he left as if he was flying.

Now we can only try our best to stop it. Although there were signs before the incident, the people in the deserted village who are used to such an ordinary life have never expected the situation today.

Once a beast tide occurs, it will threaten far more than forty-nine villages, not to mention that this time it is more appropriate than a beast tide.

There are currently 441 villages in the deserted village. According to geographical location, the overall attack of the demon tide needs to break through the four or five-story long streets.

In midsummer, good horses can't withstand the fatigue of running around. Even if they go to the town, they will not be able to rush back and forth for less than half a month.

After Liu Laosan left, the village chief tapped the gong and signaled everyone to be quiet and said seriously: "This beast tide is extraordinary. We must face the entire deserted village together, but everyone can rest assured that how could four hundred villages not be able to defeat a mountain! As long as you work together, there is no hurdle that our deserted village cannot overcome!"

At this time, the empty and powerless slogan is indeed more useful than anything else.

Everyone nodded, and there were also young men and young men cheering: "The deserted village will win! Kill all the monsters!"

Of course, it was only them. The patrol team and Yun Feng knew the vengeance of the monsters, and they all watched silently, frowned and said nothing.

After a while of noise at the entrance of the village, the villagers returned to their residences. In fact, many people still felt that the matter was not their own and did not realize that disaster had come.

Until the evening, the village chief returned to the village and immediately summoned the patrol members to have a meeting.

"I have learned about the situation. The beast tide has begun!" the village chief said heavily.

"What! Why is it so fast! Haven't you just started gathering?" Liu Laosan shook his body and slapped the table and said.

"This is nothing. The worst thing is that the beast tide is unruly, the monsters, beasts, insects and snakes rushed down without fear of death, and the newly built village had no power to resist!"

Everyone's expressions changed, and Lao Wang said with his cheeks trembling: "Then... the new villages in front are not..."

"It's gone."

The village chief said something, and the atmosphere of the meeting suddenly fell silent. Yun Feng could feel that even the wind was filled with sorrow and anger.

The village chief slowly lowered and continued to speak: "Although the village chief immediately conveyed the order to retreat, the new village was already in ruins before the order was arrived. Fortunately, the monsters were scattered, so we often stopped to deal with it."

"The current decision is to give up the forefront, and all villages after the two hundred villages will retreat. All old villages will immediately go to the Second Long Street to establish a defense line and prepare to fight the beast tide."

The village chief drank a sip of tea and concluded after a short rest: "In general, all our combatants and workers went to Second Long Street to prepare for war, and the village was ready to accept the refugee wounded."

Everyone was silent, although it was troublesome, but it was the most effective method.

At night, forty-nine villages, or the longest street, the evening breeze blows, not the lights of thousands of families, but the tears and sorrow.

People who want to go to the Second Long Street say goodbye to their families, and some choose to go together, but those who are not good at defense naturally do not allow followers to go there, after all, the space on the Long Street is limited.

Early the next morning, everyone stayed up late to pack their luggage, loaded the materials hidden in the village on a four-wheeler, and set off for the Second Long Street.

The patrol team members were taken away by horses, while the remaining team members were responsible for delivering the materials as soon as possible.

Because the destinations are close, I occasionally meet transport teams from other villages.

The team members from other villages were really excited. Several people pulled a cart full of materials together, and walked forward quickly with red faces and sweat.

But the Forty-nine Village is very different. Yun Feng, who is holding a small bundle of hemp ropes, pulling the convoy, walking freely in the garden.

The leisurely look is not artificial, but the four-wheeler is rough in workmanship and carries a lot of goods. In order not to damage the materials, the speed is deliberately controlled.

So before reaching the Second Long Street, Yun Feng's heroic posture was imprinted in everyone's hearts.

"Huhu, huh? Is this a human?" Some other villagers said in surprise.

"God, this person can do the work of a few people."

The people in Forty-nine Village smiled unanimously. Over the past year, Yun Feng has long become the core of the team. His current strength can be said to be no problem to kill monsters with bare hands.

Yunfeng pulled the cart, and everyone was standing by to prevent the materials from scattering, and soon arrived at the Second Long Street.

The long street is a bit deserted. Most of the craftsmen on this long street went to build outside the village, and the rest were also working in workshops. Most of the people walking on the street were villagers who set off in the middle of the night, most of them were on the third long street.

Now everyone is busy allocating housing, and if they come late, they can only build tents or even lay down floors.

Liu Laosan and Lao Wang arrived first, so the rooms were naturally divided. The helpers left on the Second Street brought Yun Feng and his group to the house. Obviously, those who came first were not in the house.

After the luggage was set, Yunfeng stayed alone in the house, and the rest went to sort out and carry materials. Yunfeng had never done these things in the Forty-Nine Village, so he stayed alone.

The sun has not yet set, and the sky is already dyed with a red glow. It is said that "the morning glow does not go out, but the sunset glow travels thousands of miles." It is inappropriate today.

It is more appropriate to say that "there are unexpected changes in the sky, and people have good fortune and good fortune every day."

Although Yun Feng is still young, he looks like a teenager in his teenage years. His sad face looks more mature when he looks out the window.

"The people on the streets are still retreating and fighting. In order not to disrupt the team, we can only be responsible for the response. From this perspective, the slowest breakthrough of the beast tide will not exceed tomorrow night."

Mo Yunfeng fiddled with his white long hair, and his heart was inexplicably entangled.

"It's only been more than one day, should I practice or not?" This question has troubled Yunfeng for more than a year, and now is the time to make a choice.

Just as he was distracted from looking at the window, a human face appeared on the not transparent glass window.

"Of course I'm practicing, otherwise, I'll die!"

The face that was extremely similar to Yun Feng let out a demonic whisper, and the vague window even faintly reflected Yun Feng's tragic death with no eyes closed.

Yun Feng was stunned for a moment, suddenly jumped up in fear, but the fantasy disappeared again.

"I'm thinking about it again. It seems that I want to practice in my heart. Then, let's practice!" Yun Feng thought that was his own thought, but he wanted to practice but was always afraid, so he had hallucinations.

Obscure words echoed in Yunfeng's heart, and with the moment when his heart emerged, countless spiritual energy roared.

For such a long time, the introduction of the Tiansha Ancient Scroll with only a few hundred words has been memorized in Yun Feng's heart for thousands of times. Yun Feng wanted to understand its essence, so he kept memorizing it silently and experiencing it.

And when the thoughts are determined, the experience and experience of this period surges in, and the process of understanding is directly condensed.

Practice is irreversible!

On the long street, the wind is howling, but there is no abnormality on the street from the perspective of mortals.

The villagers looked at the sky soaked in the chikong, but couldn't find where the wind came from.

Where the clouds are located, spiritual energy breaks through the window and pours in crazily, and it looks like a tired bird in the forest.

Yun Feng looked at his body in surprise, as if his strength was numerous times greater than before, but he did not feel any improvement, or it was more appropriate to recover.

"Cultivation, has it changed so much? Or do I have some talent?" Yun Feng clenched his fists and said to himself, but when he saw the broken window, his momentum suddenly collapsed.

"It's not good, I have to find an excuse."

Just when he was depressed, some information suddenly appeared in his mind.

The first level of the Heavenly Evil is to cut off the finger bones of hundreds of beasts, condense the blood and energy of living beings, form prison seals, and seal the right index finger. You can practice the "Heavenly Evil Finger".

Yun Feng felt the magic tricks and prison seals that appeared in his heart, and he couldn't help but panic. The first level was so bloody and terrifying, and it would be a big deal in the future.

When everyone returned, Yunfeng found an excuse to get over it, and ran away after drinking and eating. After all, this was the last time he had been full before the war.

The next afternoon, the second long street was already crowded with people, so Yunfeng had to carefully familiarize himself with his power in the house.

As for whether to practice the "Heaven Prison Finger", he was still struggling between curiosity and fear.

However, time does not allow him to hesitate any more.

The alarm bell rang, and the beast tide was coming!
Chapter completed!