The rain fell.

The only thing in the dome is that clouds disperse, the sky light hangs down, and the raindrops all over the sky look like silver threads under the light.

The blood and smell of the prairie were knocked down by the raindrops.

"Yuan" hanging above the White Wolf King's tent, with a calm expression. He gently raised his sleeves and a talisman flew out from inside. Yuan's posture was like a "little boy" who stood on tiptoe and wanted to touch the wooden beam on the roof. He looked a little clumsy and not elegant. This body woke up from hundreds of years of sleep and was really numb.

And the battle with Bai Changdeng, the great elder of the Eastern Demon Realm, just now was not even a warm-up.

Although his face was young and his facial features were handsome, the deepest part of his eyes was filled with thousands of years of time, and he could not hide a trace of fatigue at this moment.

Yuan lowered his head and looked under him. The Xuejiu tribe accepted the "Golden-winged Roc Demon Blood" practitioners. Under the care of the heavy rain, they let out painful wails one after another. The blood in their bodies did not belong to the grassland, and was destined to be cleansed by this heavy rain... Today's turmoil has brought great damage to the eight major surnames.

This surprise attack killed many practitioners. During the fierce battle, many people broke their arms and damaged their cultivation. The bronze platform banquet on the grassland was destroyed and blood flowed.

Yuan shook his head gently.

He reached out his hand and touched the top of his head.

It's heaven above the head.

The talisman was pressed tightly on the top of the clouds by him. The heavy rain fell became as bright as gold, with a refreshing fragrance, and the dead energy of the entire grassland was cleaned up.

Yuan looked at the River of Apocalypse and murmured, "This storm arose because of you... and borrow... your power."

The human sword cultivator named "Ning Yi" has a magnificent vitality in his body and cannot be vented.

The talisman stuck to the heart of the sky made a slight tremor.

The river of the Apocalypse River surged, and a big river flew out. On the riverbed in the distance, a young man in black robe who had lost consciousness and was unconscious. His limbs were drooping down, his body was gently rolled up by the water flow. A golden light flew out from his eyebrows, but it did not mean at all. Instead, it became increasingly continuous and stronger.

"New Words"!

This golden light was peeled off by the Yuan Dynasty and was rubbed into the autumn rain with the power of the talisman. The solemn and bloody smell was slapped away by the gentle vitality.

The barren grassland has grown stubborn frost grass.

Everything is revived.

The creature wakes up.

The White Wolf King touched his cheek. The raindrops hit his face, but it didn't hurt. Instead, the wounds showed signs of healing, and the pain was greatly relieved, and even the spirits were better.

There is a warm current in my body... This warm current moistens my lungs.

“Is this… a gift from ‘God’?”

The White Wolf King slowly stood up, his eyes blurred.

The practitioner on the grassland dragged his tired body and looked up at the man with water sleeves floating on the dome.

The last moment, the Eastern Demon Realm had already gained an absolute advantage, and when this man appeared, everything changed... Even the demon saint of the Golden-winged Roc Bird had no power to fight back and was directly defeated.

With one's own strength, the entire battle situation changed.

Yuan rubbed his eyebrows and looked at the "mortals" who looked longing for. This scene seemed familiar. He had seen too many such gazes when he was walking side by side with Urle.

Yuan's voice dispersed on the grassland.

"You don't have to thank me... If you want to thank me, just thank that human."

In the heavy rain, two fog floated quietly.

Yuan's water sleeves were gradually covered by fog.

The sky above the grassland was clear, the clouds slowly dissipated, and after the fog broke through, the sky was already clear.

There is no trace of it.

Yuan's voice echoed in everyone's hearts.

Thanks...that human?

In the mind of the White Wolf King, he recalled the figure of the black shirt on the bronze stage.

Tian Yu, who covered his arm with one hand and his forehead was covered with blood, sat on the grassland. Beside him, Gao Hua inserted a broken sword and fell down weakly, closed his eyes, and just before the appearance of "Yuan", he was exhausted and was about to die under the long sword of a snow-ewelves cultivator.

At this moment, the body of the snow-evil cultivator was melted by the heavy rain. All creatures containing the "gold-winged Roc Bird Demon Blood" who received gifts from the Eastern Demon Realm were cleaned up by Yuan's talismans.

The moist breath on the grass rose.

Tian Ling'er squatted beside the old man, her eyes were red, and tears could be seen vaguely visible in her eyes. She gritted her teeth and said nothing, bandaging the wound on Tian Yu's arm. Tian Yu, who fought with Tutuer on the bronze platform, had just suffered serious injuries in order to protect her and Su Qin. If Su Qin had not been supported by her, she would have been lying on the ground like Gao Hua, without even the strength to move a finger.

"Did Urle... save us..."

Tian Yu leaned against Su Qin's shoulder. He closed his eyes and took a slow breath, feeling the air that was squeezed from his lungs, slowly recovering.

Every second I survived is so worth celebrating. Even if I set out from the Western border and arrived at the River of Apocalypse, I encountered many life and death disasters on the way, but there was never a moment like now... I felt relieved.

"The White Wolf King said that this is the 'blessing' of the River of Apocalypse..." Su Qin spoke gently beside Tian Yu's shoulders, and the crowds from afar gathered. The eight surnames, to be precise, were practitioners of the seven surnames. In this turmoil, the surviving wounded people moved closer to the bronze platform.

The White Wolf King stood in front, his expression was serious, but when he looked in the direction of Tian Yu, he looked at the young man who had been trekking from the Western border with a warm look.

Tian Yu smiled and shook his head.

He really has no strength.

The sound of fighting and swords still lingering in his ears. His hearing may have suffered losses in the battle just now. Even at this moment, the voice of the White Wolf King was a little erratic.

Can't hear clearly...

Su Qin was a little blurred. She gently took her cuffs and wiped Tian Yu's earlobes, where scarlet blood flowed out. Her wiping action was not gentle, but Tian Yu did not react at all. He was already numb to the pain.

Su Qin's voice was extremely light, and she repeated what the White Wolf King said in her fiancé's ears.

"The White Wolf King said... I have to thank 'Urle' for all this today..."

"Today's rebels will be detained. As for the real handling, we have to wait until the 'Urla' personally ruling. Xueji Xiao Khan, the cultivator who has not accepted the demon blood of the Eastern Demon Realm, and the Xuejiu King Banner, will wait until Urla comes back..."

Having said that.

Tian Yu's expression changed a little.

Urle...isn't coming back?

He gritted his teeth with some difficulty, leaning against Su Qin's arms, the numb feeling gradually dissipated, and the pain immediately came, especially in his ears, a burst of burning pain. During the previous battle, there was a golden-winged roc, which whistled in his ears, and the sound waves swept through him, almost making him deaf.

The drizzle hit his hair, cheeks, chest, and into the bandages on his arms.

The injury actually improved.

Tian Yu sniffed his nose gently... For some reason, he actually smelled a familiar breath from the drizzle.

When walking with Urle, he sometimes sensed that it was like the vitality of spring coming and everything revived. Urle looked like a very cold guy, but his heart was warm and he had a temperament that melted snow mountains.

Tian Yu looked up at the sky.

Is this life-saving rain also related to Urle?

So... The White Wolf King said so much, where did Urle go?

Tian Yu suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart. He sat on the grassland, slowly waiting for his injuries to recover. The heavy rain was still continuing, and the injuries recovered very quickly. The White Wolf King's speech was gradually heard.

But until the conversation of "stabilizing the morale of the army" ended and when the White Wolf King walked in front of him, he had not yet waited for the appearance of "Urle".

Tian Yu's heart was already hanging.

"If I remember correctly... your name is 'Tian Yu'?"

The prairie king wearing a snow-white cloak came to him, and Su Qin and Tian Ling'er's expressions became nervous. They lived in the Western border since childhood, listening to the legends and stories of the River of Apocalypse. If "Urle" is an ancient myth, then "White Wolf King" is the character who wrote the legends today.

The White Wolf King leads the eight surnames and maintains the current grassland pattern.

The grassland king with three scars on his face smiled and waved his hand, indicating that he didn't have to be nervous.

Next to Tian Yu, there is a guy who has admired the "White Wolf King" for a long time. Gao Hua has regarded the White Wolf King as his lifelong idol since he was a child. He once vowed to go to the River of Apocalypse one day to see the White Wolf King with his own eyes.

Unfortunately, this guy is lying on the ground now, looking like he is recuperating, but there are already snoring sounds at the tip of his nose.

The tight scene has a little bit of fun.

Someone came beside the White Wolf King with the "Prophet". The old man's body was quite strong. The power given by Ning Yi protected his life in this turmoil.

Tian Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

Never expected it.

The White Wolf King actually bowed slightly, clenched his fist with one hand and placed it in his chest, giving the most solemn gift on the grassland.

Behind him, the other six grassland kings were all like this.

The White Wolf King said softly.

"Thank you... for bringing 'Urle' to us."

Tian Yu was stunned.

He stood up suddenly, clenched his fists, placed them on his chest, and returned the respect seriously.

Tian Yu smiled.

He narrowed his eyes. Although the honest man's appearance was not outstanding, when his eyes narrowed, it looked like a crescent moon.

The prophet looked at Tian Yu. A new aura broke out on the young man... Starting from the Western border, after going through many hardships, the seemingly ordinary "Tian Yu" has a stubborn and unyielding temperament in his body, just like the frost grass after the rain, emerging from his head.

"Urle" also has such characteristics.

The old man was a little dazed. Maybe this is why Urle was willing to talk to Tian Yu along the way?

In this world, some people live like a sun.

And more people are frost grass on the ground.

But the sun will always set, and the frost grass that has been preserved on this land cannot be blown down by the wind or burned by fire.

It grows like wild grass, and is indomitable.
Chapter completed!