There's something wrong with my master.

"Each of us has become stronger than before."

"Go south, through the hundreds of miles of severe cold, through the sky that blocks the cold current, and warmth will return."

"The water there is running, and there are flowers and grass."

"There are tall and big trees there, and beautiful mountains and forests."

The older generation of the Gu tribe listened to the sound and looked at the vastness around them.

In the past, there were trees, green meadows, and countless wild animals all around.

But now only withered weeds are left.

And even these weeds are harvested every year to serve as tinder for burning firewood.

There was an old man holding a rusty sickle in his hand, and his eyes gradually became firm.

The Gu tribe does not want to be invaders. If they can still survive here, even if the living conditions are a little difficult, they may still stay here quietly.

However, if we continue to stay here, many people will die.

When the snow falls from the sky, taking away the warmth in the air, when the polar cold current comes again.

Jieshi, how many of these hundreds of thousands of Gu people will be left in the end?

Perhaps only those who are possessed by powerful poisonous insects can still survive.

Rather than dying silently in this snowy place, it’s better to give it a try.

The huge shadow in the sky slowly dissipated.

The Holy Son of the Gu Clan did not say much this time. He just explained the difficulties they were facing and the beauty of the south.

He was never a good leader.

Otherwise, the elderly and weak in the tribe would have been abandoned and left to fend for themselves.

"We will succeed."

At the end when the huge shadow disappeared, he said one last sentence.

“It will definitely succeed.”

They just want to live.

There's nothing wrong with wanting to live.

However, such a simple and natural thing is so difficult for the current Gu clan.

God, it seems, never fulfills our wishes.

"Today should be the last night I stay here."

Lin Xi used a cleaning technique to clean the bowl in his hand and put it away.

She looked at the porridge in Yun Changsheng's hand and asked, "Do you want to eat more?"

Yun Changsheng understood what she meant at a glance: "There's still some in the pot."

"I want what you have."

"……Give."

He handed over the bowl somewhat helplessly.

He wanted to get up and scoop another bowl, but when he saw Lin Xi slurping the porridge, he stopped.

Going to scoop another bowl would only make it cheaper for Lin Xi.

Li Yue looked at the two people who were exchanging glances and sat a little further away silently.

Sure enough, men are stumbling blocks on the road to success.

The Grand Master who was as cold and pure as snow has now become like a young farm wife.

After drinking the porridge, another day begins.

The storyteller continues to tell stories, and the storyteller continues to listen to stories.

Until the night falls, until the dawn comes again.

Many Gu people looked up at the sky, wondering how many times they could see the dawn.

It's time to set off.

Chapter 373 Why? (Two in One)

Next door to the Gu tribe, the year-round cold also affects many people.

The group of people who were called barbarians by the outside world looked at the clouds in the sky and also prepared to start migrating south.

The ancestors of the barbarians once lived in a small country in the south, but later a group of killers emerged and magic practice became popular.

The ancestors of the barbarians also followed this trend and practiced magic, and were labeled as magic practitioners.

Since then, the barbarians have been unable to move forward. Whenever they appear in the world, they will be attacked by many monks.

This time is no exception.

When the cold weather came that year, the curtain of sky separating the north and the south had not yet fallen.

The barbarians tried to migrate a tribe to the south, but now no one is left in that tribe.

No matter whether they are old or young.

Sometimes the barbarians couldn't understand why the killing happened tens of thousands of years ago.

If their tribe was guilty, tens of thousands of years have passed, and they have lived here in hardship for tens of thousands of years. No matter how serious the sin was, it should have been atoned for.

Moreover, there are no monks in the barbarian tribe now, and the leader only uses the totem to obtain the power of deification and barely protect himself in this winter land.

How can the devil practice on a barbarian tribe without any cultivators? Why are the cultivators over there unwilling to let go of such a barbarian tribe?

It was not until many years later that the barbarians finally understood that all this had nothing to do with morality, or whether one was a demon cultivator.

It's only about strength.

Since then, the barbarians have opened the forbidden book, hoping to gain the power of their ancestors.

Since you say we are demons, then we are demons.

Unfortunately, being a devil is not easy.

To become a magic cultivator, one also needs strong enough talent.

Among hundreds of thousands of barbarians, only one in a few thousand can successfully practice.

Even if many extreme methods are used, there are still only a few people who can cross the bottleneck from Nascent Soul to Spiritualization.

"We should go."

An old man in an animal fur coat spoke up.

He is very tall, with bronze skin. Despite his age, he exudes strength.

The old man took a hat inlaid with five-colored bird feathers from the person next to him, and then put it on his head.

He tapped the cane in his hand and then knelt on one knee.

Behind him, a huge group of people also knelt down.

"The glory of our ancestors will protect us!" the old man shouted towards the sky.

"The glory of our ancestors will protect us!"

"The glory of our ancestors will protect us!"

Behind the old man, a group of barbarians were kneeling on the ground, and their voices were chaotic at first.

Later on, the voice became more and more firm, and gradually became uniform.

The voices of hundreds of thousands of people rushed into the clouds and pierced the sky.

As the voices gradually became hoarse, the shouting finally stopped.

The old man kneeling in the front stood up, looked into the distance, led all his tribesmen, and took the first step towards the south.

The barbarians behind the old man also stood up.

First of all, there are young and strong people, both men and women.

They all wore full cotton coats, full cotton pants, and warm boots.

They are just like the old man, full of power.

Some of them used teeth as chains, stringing the teeth that had been sharpened into a string and hanging them around their necks.

Some of them used skulls as chains, which were polished into tiny beads and worn on their hands.

The pungent smell of blood filled the air around them, and a savage atmosphere filled their faces.

Behind the young and strong men is a group of teenagers.

The clothes they were wearing were somewhat ill-fitting, some were too big, some were too small, but fortunately there were still complete clothes.

They followed closely behind the young and strong men, not daring to relax at all.

Behind the children is a group of elderly people.

These elderly people did not receive the same clothing as the young and middle-aged people and children.

Some of them lacked cotton coats and only wore very thin tops.

Some of them were without cotton trousers, and were walking in the cold weather with their legs as thin as bamboo poles.

Some were barefoot, stepping on the cold land.

From time to time, there were elderly people who could not keep up with the pace of the team. They gasped and tried to recover their strength.

After some rest, some people can still get up and continue walking along the footprints.

Some can only remain in this cold land forever and become corpses.

Due to the extreme cold, the corpse was frozen all over and rotted very slowly.

Many years later, someone passing by here may be able to see the ice sculptures.

At the moment when these corpses were about to fall down and turn into ice sculptures, a black flag suddenly floated in the air in the team of several kilometers.

The dead body let out a shrill wail.

Before the illusory soul left the body, it was forcibly pulled out by the black flag and became a part of the flag.

When the old people saw this, deep fear flashed in their eyes, and they were even more afraid to die.

They moved their bodies with difficulty, and cut off the frostbitten flesh with their own hands.

The pain made them sober up a little. As soon as the blood flowed out, it formed a scab on the wound.

As the team walked for a distance, many of the elderly people had lost their ears, and some were missing fingers and toes.

In order to prevent the frostbite from spreading, some elderly people even cut off half of their hands.

This is still good. If you survive, at least you can move forward and your soul will not enter the black flag.

The worst are those who had their toes chopped off. These people can no longer even walk steadily.

They struggled to catch up with the team using their crutches, but were eventually ruthlessly left behind.

Their destination is that black flag, and they become a part of that flag.

Eternal life, no chance of rebirth.

When night comes, we have to stop after all, the white wind at night is not pleasant.

If most young and strong people are not careful, they may not see the sun tomorrow.

The young and strong man in the front began to set up the tent.

Those who didn't have tents had a group of elderly people gather around them to help shield them from the wind outside.

At dawn the next day, many people could no longer open their eyes.

Only the black flag in the air was roaring miserably.

No one can save them.