The shepherd boy was obviously happy, he lived in a very simple environment, and the way of life was just as simple, in the morning he drove the oxen up the mountain, listening to the birds and flowers, and at night he drove the oxen down the mountain to watch the sunset, and there was no need to fight with others, and he was happy.

The next moment, the sound of the flute suddenly changed, and the picture also changed, the sky was full of clouds, and lightning was rolling and exploding in the clouds, and although the monks around them could not hear the sound, they also knew that there would be a change.

In fact, the old man didn't need anyone to listen to his heart, all of them were because he sensed the fluctuations of the Demon Slayer Record, and his uncontrollable mood was agitated, and his thoughts and memories were condensed into a picture in the starry sky.

As for the monks around them, the old man was immersed in his own memories and could not extricate himself.

The shepherd boy in the picture is frightened, hiding under the belly of the cow and peeking at the angry sky.

A purple light and shadow pierced the clouds, and the sudden bloom of light turned the whole world into a pure white, and the shepherd boy could not see anything, and involuntarily closed his eyes.

When he could see things again, he noticed that there was a golden pheasant with extremely brilliant feathers not far ahead, but the golden chicken looked badly damaged, twitching weakly, and there were clusters of purple flames burning around it.

The shepherd boy could not bear to see the golden pheasant burned alive, so he rushed forward and tried to extinguish the purple flames, but not only did he fail to stop the flames, but he also caught fire on his own.

The golden pheasant slowly opened its eyes, and its eyes were extremely spiritual, just like a human, full of surprise and incomprehension.

The shepherd boy was not afraid of the strange flames, he hesitated for a moment, and rushed up the hill with the pheasant in his arms, until he ran under a cliff, he put the pheasant down first, and tried to drill into a crack under the cliff, climbed into the crack, and stretched out his hand to carry the pheasant in.

The purple flame kept burning, and the golden pheasant looked very painful, but the shepherd boy did nothing, and climbed to the innermost, and a pool of water appeared, which was not large, only about two or three meters in diameter.

The shepherd boy gently put the golden chicken in the pool water, observed for a while, saw that the golden chicken was no longer so painful, he breathed a sigh of relief, this is a big secret of his, once in order to pick a few wild fruits, he accidentally fell off the cliff, fell tendons and fractures, called the sky should not be, called the earth is not spiritual, he thought he was going to die, but found the pool water inside, when he drank a few mouthfuls of the pool water, groggy and woke up, found that his injuries had disappeared.

Since Tanshui can save himself, he should also be able to save the golden chicken.

The shepherd boy climbed out of the crack and went down the hill with the herd, and when he hurried back the next morning, he found that the golden pheasant had indeed recovered its health, and the purple flame had been extinguished, but the pool of water had disappeared without a trace, and the shepherd boy seemed a little stunned, for his secret had been lost, but when he saw the golden pheasant that had been restored, the shepherd boy laughed again. The sound of the flute became cheerful, matching the smile of the shepherd boy in the picture, and every day when he came out to herd the cattle, the golden pheasant would wait for him on the hillside, and when dusk, the golden pheasant would send him away.

The shepherd boy often played the flute to the golden chicken, and although he was a little fool without any skills in the eyes of the villagers, his flute sound was very beautiful, even compared with that of a professional musician.

The shepherd boy had never learned, nor did he know the score, but he only understood that he should interpret his feelings, and when he was happy, the flute would be cheerful, and when he was sad, the flute would become muffled, and when he was confused, the flute would become desolate.

However, this happy day only passed for a short time, and on this day, when he drove the cattle up the hill as before, the golden pheasant did not come to meet him, and he searched for a long time, only to find the golden pheasant landing on the treetops, and looking at him with a strange gaze.

The shepherd boy opened his mouth to call, but the golden pheasant suddenly flapped its wings and flew straight into the air, the shepherd boy was so frightened that he could only let out an almost tearing cry, which seemed to make the golden pheasant turn back, but the golden pheasant flew into the clouds without hesitation and disappeared without a trace.

The shepherd boy wept and wept for almost a long time, and when he had cried enough, he rubbed his red and swollen eyes and tried to stand up, but found that the crying had not disappeared, and when he turned his head, he found that there was a young girl sitting in the grass, her foot seemed to be sprained, and she was weeping while rubbing her foot.

Today he lost a friend, but God seemed to pity him, and sent him another friend, the shepherd boy transferred the simple and incomparable love of Catalpa to the girl, and after a few days, when he knew that the girl who had taken care of her wounds did not want to leave, and only wanted to live in seclusion in the mountains, he used his own hands to build a grass house for the girl little by little.

From then on, a new chapter was opened in the fate of the shepherd boy, because there was a real companion with whom he could share a qiē, and they played together every day, and of course, the shepherd boy would play the flute to the girl, but every time the girl stared at him, he would feel flustered, and the sound of the flute would change, and he would be ashamed and annoyed by the fact that he thought his flute was ugly and unpleasant, and the girl would always smile with encouragement.

The sound of the flute echoing in the starry sky suddenly became longer, and then became lighter and lighter, and just as it was about to disappear, an extremely strong killing intent suddenly centered on the old man and rolled out in all directions.

At the same time, a cloudy cloud appeared in the picture, and countless pairs of eyes in the cloud kept blinking, making people feel numb in the scalp, and the shepherd boy instinctively felt the danger, and got up to call out to the girl, but a huge force pressed down from the air, and the shepherd boy was instantly crushed to the flesh and fell on his back in a pool of blood.

Boom Boom Boom Boom ...... The killing planes wrapped in the sound of the flute exploded one after another in the starry sky, and the dozen or so monks who did not dare to act were blown to pieces, and the air was so frightened that his soul was scattered, and he hurriedly closed his eyes, he thought that he would also die on the spot, and after waiting for a while, he found that it was okay, and only then did he dare to slowly open his eyes a slit.

The shepherd boy in the picture has awakened, his world has become unrecognizable, the mountains have been crushed by unimaginable forces, the small mountain village where he lives has been completely destroyed, the villagers who have helped him, or bullied him, or kept their distance from him, have disappeared, this is not important, the important thing is that the girl is also gone.

Kill...... The shepherd boy in the picture suddenly raises his head and screams to the sky, and the sound of the flute becomes extremely high-pitched.

Kill ...... The shepherd boy is wielding a war knife and rushing back and forth in the battlefield, he wants revenge, he wants to find the devil who destroyed all his hopes! If he wants to fulfill his wish, he must first have the power of revenge, then his first step is to conquer the world of the feet, let everyone listen to him, let everyone help him to find and take revenge.

Kill Kill Kill ...... The shepherd boy held the battle flag and charged forward frantically, relying on his immortal body, he had been promoted to a dazzling general.

Kill, kill, kill, kill...... The shepherd boy broke into his capital with the army, only one night, the huge capital was soaked in blood, there is no opponent in the world, then the only obstacle is the lord who once trusted him, in fact, not only he understands, the old lord also understands, so he won this battle is not easy.

The empty figure trembled, and the sharp sound of the flute seeped into his bone marrow, as if countless steel knives were wringing in his body.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute broke, and the shepherd flute in the old man's hand had turned into flying dust, and the old man should have been very shocked and sad to see his beloved things destroyed, but he laughed, laughed very happily, and then slowly stood up, paused, and exhaled a long breath.

Far away, the young man who laid a trap and almost killed the fourth prince Pu Prison in an instant was suddenly stunned, and then his body shook, and a dull explosion sound came from him, nothing happened around him, but the clothes on his body had turned into dust in several places.

"What a temper......," the handsome young man sighed.

"Master, what's going on?Is that old rival of yours coming to the door again?" a middle-aged man in a red robe jumped out of the monster's mouth.

In fact, the middle-aged man in the red robe didn't know what had just happened, and if he knew, he would be shocked and inexplicable.

This is the power of the true god of the ancients, even if it is just a change in mood, it can affect the external world, and the hostility released by the old man actually jumped over the starry sky, causing substantial damage to the young man.

The will of the true God is all-bound!

In comparison, the second prince and the fourth prince Pu Jiao are just pseudo-gods, or rather, their entry is here, but their state of mind is too far away, and they can't be blamed, the only few remaining ancient true gods are all from the primeval era, and today, almost all the gods and demons in the past have disappeared, and the fall of one true god after another has created the legend of the survivors.

To put it bluntly, the current true god has no chance to experience that kind of life-and-death struggle, and there is no reason to persevere to the end.

"What the hell ......" the young man tilted his head, he seemed to hear the sound of the flute, and then laughed, "Count it one, alas...... The stupidest thing I've ever done is being too insistent. ”

"Master, what are you referring to......" The middle-aged man in the red robe hurriedly asked.

"Cut the grass and eradicate it. The young man said: "I think that the primeval purple bird has been discouraged and willing to live in the poor mountains and remote places, and no longer get involved in the dispute between the demon and demon clans, but I can't rest assured, her appeal is too great, and only the dead primeval purple gulf can make me really relieved." ”