The River of Apocalypse, the "Mother River" on the Plateau of the Heavenly Gods.

It is said that the god Urle-Etu grew up bathing in this mother river.

The blood ancestral power on the grassland is deposited in the Mother River. Many ancient treasures are buried at the bottom of the river. Only those who are recognized can take them out. It is said that the young Urle once obtained a powerful treasure in the Mother River.

"The meeting of the Eight Great Clans was held in the River of Apocalypse."

"Our trip west is to rush to the River of Apocalypse and find the King of Snow Eagle before the meeting of the Eight Great Clans."

The breeze blows gently.

Frost and grass are flying.

The front panel of the carriage was slightly bumpy, Ning Yi was wearing a black robe, leaning against the carriage, gently holding a piece of frost and grass chips in his mouth.

He asked, "For these kids?"

Tian Yu, who was driving the horse, nodded.

He looked complicated and inadvertently turned around and looked towards his hometown, and said softly: "An 'epidemic disaster' broke out there, and many people died innocently. The rules set by the eight surnames are above, so we must not leave without authorization. This time, looking for the Snow Ewel King's Pontificate is to hope that the adults in the tent are willing to take in these children. They are young seeds and the hope for the future of the grassland. If one day the grassland is no longer peaceful, someone will have to lift a sword, right?"

Tian Yu paused.

He looked at the man beside him with a blank look, as if he was in a daze.

Ning Yi has completely different temperaments from the practitioners on the grassland. This stranger is not tall, not strong, but he exudes a cold murderous aura all over his body, like a treasure knife hidden in the sheath, which is silent for a long time, but once he is out of the sheath, he will kill someone and see blood.

Tian Yu pondered for a moment and asked, "Worle, where are you?"

Ning Yi was stunned.

After setting off from that small river, these grassland people who had saved their lives began to call themselves "Urle"... Whether it is adults, children, old people, or women, they looked at their eyes sincerely as if they were looking at the savior. Ning Yi was a little helpless about this. Even though he was not a native born and raised in the grassland, he knew the meaning of these three words.

"Where are you going? Is there a purpose?"

Seeing Ning Yi being stunned, Tian Yu added.

Ning Yi immediately came to his senses and smiled and said, "Yes, here."

Paused.

"It's... very far away." He hugged his hands behind his head, leaning back, his upper body pounding gently with the carriage, with grass clippings in his mouth, and his tone was a little blurry, "It'll be difficult to go back for a while."

Tian Yu said seriously: "Is the far place Urle going to in the south?"

Ning Yi nodded softly.

"The secret biography on the grassland mentions the deeds of the great king during his lifetime."

The God Plateau.

Cattle and sheep will be seen when the wind blows the grass.

Tian Yu said slowly: "That great lord led the eight surnames north to fight against the demon clan. Therefore, later generations have had many speculations and doubts about the great lord's life experience... Everyone believes that the great lord may have come from the Great Sui Dynasty, but even the 'River of Apocalypse' recognized him."

As Tian Yu spoke, a wisp of snow-white fur appeared on his eyebrows, and his pupils became thin and sharp.

"The one who lives on this grassland is originally an abandoned son between the two worlds. Everyone is a worldly despised person. He is extremely disgusted with blood, origin, and the prejudice he has developed..." Tian Yu, who had a snow-white tiny fluff on his cheeks, sighed: "In fact, we don't want much, we just stand together equally and live peacefully."

宁奕知道两座天下的矛盾已久.

There is the grand feat of Emperor Guangming's opening up the border, the immortal barrier hanging upside down in the sea for millions of years, and the Great Wall of the Northern Territory reinforced by generations of emperors from generation to generation. No matter how intense the conflict between the two tribes is, it is impossible to subvert it... However, the mixed-race species that survived in the cracks is the most miserable existence in this contradiction. In the past two thousand years, under the leadership of the great king, the situation has improved. Before that, the indigenous people on this grassland were just the "cattle and sheep" that the north and the south seek. Because of their blood, life experience, geographical location, and many reasons, they have caused common discrimination and disgust between the north and the south.

无论倒向哪里,都不被接纳.

But now it is different. The flames on this grassland were ignited by Urle-Etu. They have become bigger and bigger over the past two thousand years. The eight surnames can already dominate this grassland and see a corner of the light of the future.

宁奕能够预见.

When the eight major surnames on the grassland became stronger and stronger, the struggle between the Great Sui Dynasty and the Demon Clan became more and more difficult, until it reached a deadlock, both sides urgently needed an external force to break this balance.

Then this God Plateau is a must-fight treasure land.

Tian Yu narrowed his eyes and looked into the air. After the eagle and falcon became demonized, his eyes became extremely sharp, and he caught a faint shadow in the snow, and his expression became joyful.

田谕喃喃道:

"A good news, Urle... Lord Prophet said before, you need some intelligence."

He smiled, stretched out his two fingers, bent them slightly, held them in his mouth, his lips slightly pursed, making a clear and long whistle, and a loud whistle was blowing.

浩袤的草原上响起了回应.

Above the sky, a snow-white eagle figure was as strong as a shuttle, with its wings slapped at the snow and swept from behind. The eagle was not big, about four feet tall, but it grew very well, especially with its eyes, with clear and cold eyes, as if it was reflected in a wave of light, falling rapidly. When it was about to land in the sky above the carriage, it closed its momentum and slapped its wings. At the same time, Tian Yu stretched out an arm and let it land on his forearm.

"Skinny pigeon, long time no see." He patted the head of the snow-white eagle falcon, smiled and rubbed his hair with his forehead, then gently removed the red rope tied to the falcon claws, stretched the red rope, and fell a small piece of jade pendant, and Tian Yu threw it out.

Ning Yi, leaning against the carriage, stretched out his hands and took the jade pendant containing divine thoughts. He blinked, focused his attention on the eagle falcon, looking at each other in pairs. The eagle falcon named "Skinny Pigeon" slightly turned its head, and the big eyes showed a deep confusion, and there was no cold murderous intent.

Tian Yu smiled and said, "For the first time I met? The Great Sui Imperial City is all-encompassing, are there no grassland eagle falcons?"

Ning Yi shook his head and smiled, "Yes, but it's rare. I've never seen it. Most people in the south don't support it. Although this guy is not big, he is very fierce. Just by suffocating, you can exhaust those young men who are pampered and irritable."

Tian Yu smiled awkwardly and said, "Because of blood, we are all partners on this grassland."

宁奕伸出一只手.

Tian Yu originally wanted to remind that although this "skinny pigeon" was small, it was very cruel. Last time a stranger touched it, his palm was pecked out of a blood hole that penetrated the palm.

Tian Yu stared at the scene in front of him.

Ning Yi gently stretched out his palm, and the thin pigeon poked his head out, rubbing the stranger's palm twice with great affection.

Tian Yu scratched his head, and when he thought of Ning Yi fighting against Xue Tornado alone, he immediately felt relieved.

He murmured in his heart: "After all, this is Urle..."

"Why are you called Skinny Dove?" Ning Yi patted the little guy's head gently and asked with a smile: "It's just because he is small?"

Tian Yu nodded, and he smiled silly, "Big guy, there is a big guy that is several times bigger than it. I think it stands on my shoulder. Those big guys can carry me straight up to the sky. I heard that there is a pure-blooded monster in the tent of the Snow Eagle King. He stretched his body, and his body was several feet tall. He could accommodate several people on his back. He always wanted to see it, but unfortunately he didn't have the chance... He was used to riding a horse on the grassland, but he just didn't know what it felt like to go to heaven?"

Ning Yi blinked, gestured with his hands, and asked with a smile: "Before coming here, I rode a big bird dozens of feet... Do you believe it?"

Tian Yu said "Ah" with a confused look on his face.

Dozens of feet in size?

How big is that?

He looked back at the convoy, silently calculating the ruler, 1 zhang, 2 zhang, 1 zhang, 1 zhang, 10 zhang... How many dozens of zhang are there?

If Urle wasn't saying this, he must have thought the other party was bragging.

Ning Yi couldn't help laughing.

Tian Yu said angrily: "It's true, Urle, don't lie to me."

"It's true." Ning Yi immediately restrained his smile, but there was still a smile in his eyes. He patted Tian Yu on the shoulder and made a serious promise: "I have the opportunity to take you to heaven."

Tian Yu grabbed his hair and honestly agreed, "Okay... I have the chance to take me to heaven."

It sounds weird.

The honest man raised his forearm, and the snow-white eagle falcon understood it, spread its wings again, and flew towards the dome. He sighed: "The Eight Kings' Tents have established solid defense measures, formations, and talismans on this grassland. Thanks to the secret treasures left by Urle back then, the grassland has the peace today... Sometimes, we need to understand the outside world, and rely on these eagle falcons. They are our eyes and the eyes of the grassland."

Tian Yu pointed to the jade pendant in Ning Yi's hand and said proudly: "The formation talisman in this jade pendant is precious. On the grassland, few people can afford it. The great formation master of the White Wolf King's tent has old age with the great prophet in the Xuejiu King's tent, so this talisman formation came to the hands of the great prophet."

Even sold it behind closed doors?

Ning Yi deliberately followed Tian Yu's words and asked with a smile: "So how can you afford it?"

Tian Yu narrowed his eyes into a line, turned around and looked at the carriage, and smiled and said, "The Prophet is the disciple of the Great Prophet of the Snow Vulture King's Tent... Although it is an unknown type, there are always some benefits."

For example, this formation talisman.

Another example is the future "help".

This is why this group of people had the courage to travel thousands of miles to the Snow Eagle King's tent. The old man in the carriage had a connection with the Great Prophet. He would probably get help even when he asked for help in such a dangerous moment.
Chapter completed!