Nomenclature of Night

  Chapter 1000 The last journey (end)

   Ginkgo Mountain.

  The old man has already played seven games with Zong Cheng, and Zong Cheng lost every game, but he didn't show any sign of impatience, as if he was completely immersed in the joy of playing chess.

  The old man glanced at him: "You lose every time, why do you want to play again?"

Zong Cheng smiled and said: "This is very suitable for my life. I actually envy people like you and Qing Chen. You were born to win. You have good looks, good background, and a bloodline with extraordinary talents." , and I have nothing."

Zong Cheng: "People like me have to fail time and time again since birth. When I wake up from that dark underground base, I have to be careful of the remaining experimental subjects in the base. The beginning is **** mode, and I was born in hell. After finally getting out of it, they didn’t understand anything, and the body of the first generation had a kidney cut out in the ninth district of city No. 5, and after the kidney was cut off, they were sold to work as miners in the Black Heart Mine.”

"Finally awakened the extraordinary ability, controlled a few miners and fled back to the city, but found that they couldn't afford to eat. I brought a few miners into the factory to work, did the most tiring work, received the least wages, and worked 16 days a day. I'm only young enough to eat enough... You may not believe it, but Qing Chen and I have the same goal, the reason why I set up the ambition to control the world is because I want to end the era of chaebols like you."

  This time, the old man was really surprised.

  To be honest, even he didn’t expect that the first beating Zong Cheng suffered when he came to the human world came from the exploitation and oppression of the capital world.

  Life is divided into stages, childhood, youth, middle age, and old age, among which the most profound impact on a person is childhood.

  The oppression of capital on the world is the memory of Zong Cheng's childhood.

  But who would have thought that one of the most terrifying figures in the world today would be so miserable back then?

  This is too miserable!

But the old man just said lightly: "Qing Chen is different from you. He never uses dehumanizing means to achieve his goals, so even if you have the same vision at the beginning, the result will be completely opposite. After you gain power yourself, you will start to enjoy it." The convenience that power brings to you."

Zong Cheng smiled and said: "This sentence is absolutely true. The boy who slayed the dragon eventually became a dragon. This story seems to be true for me. At the beginning, I wanted to make money, but in the end I could only use a lot of money. Stupid, stupid way; then I wanted to control the army, but I was bombarded; I wanted to go to the Western Continent to lower the difficulty of the game, but I met a life master; when I came back, I wanted to control the Qing family, but I met At the beginning, it was Wang Zha's Qing Zhun. It was too difficult, can you understand my experience, I seem to be losing all the time, so I gradually become less concerned about winning or losing, because I will win sooner or later."

"Don't be so confident," the old man shook his head: "You are making a sudden move now, on the one hand, of course, it is because you finally have the strongest power after controlling the Chen family, and on the other hand, it is also because Qing Chen has become the leader of the giant clan. Wang, those giants with telepathy and the existence of forbidden substance syringes let you understand one thing: finally someone has gathered all the elements to kill you."

  The old man looked up at Zong Cheng: "You are scared."

  Zong Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then admitted frankly: "That's right."

  At this time, a dumb servant brought two bowls of plain noodles and placed them in front of them.

Zong Cheng said while eating noodles: "I was tricked by you again before I knew it. I just remembered that Qingji disappeared in the first game of chess. Did he go to steal my things? You dragged me to play together." Chess, just to delay some more time?"

  The old man was happy: "Your reaction is pretty fast."

Zongcheng finished the noodles with two mouthfuls, and said with emotion: "For a while, I couldn't tell whether it was a compliment or a sarcasm... Are you worried about Qingchen? I have seen the Western Continent use its last trump card. To be honest, I am also surprised that they actually I have prepared for so long, but I never thought it would be so terrifying. Now, I am a little worried, I may not have the strength to win the final victory as a fisherman."

   It seems that even Zong Cheng is a little afraid of the army of the dead.

  Zong Cheng looked at the old man: "Did you guess that they would have such a trick?"

  The old man nodded: "I guessed it."

  Zong Cheng was surprised: "You can guess this?"

The old man said with a smile: "I had some gains in the superconducting world a while ago. Qingchen went on a killing spree in the No. 8 multiverse, and finally killed Pluto and was promoted to S-class combat master. At that time, some people said that Pluto was actually another An S-level battle master deleted his account and retrained because he wanted to learn from the necromancer in the superconducting world and use it in reality. But you also know that there is no such inheritance in reality in the Western Continent...so I kept thinking, Since there is no such inheritance, then what prompted an S-level combat master to abolish the level he had obtained after 10 years of hard training, and then spent 10 years training again to become a necromancer?"

  Zong Cheng: "You mean, that Pluto is actually the Duke of Storms who hides his name in the superconducting world?"

   "I didn't guess it was the Duke of Storms, but I just thought there must be similar means." The old man looked at Zong Cheng: "How can you see the situation on the battlefield? As far as I know, puppets can't send messages to each other out of thin air, right?"

  Zong Cheng said with a smile: "Of course not between puppets and puppets, but between puppets and the main body."

  When city No. 10 was blocked to search for puppets, Zong Cheng's body was attached to the body of the non-time walker in the watch world, which was also the security personnel who tipped off the polar night organization when Qingchen was at the last critical moment.

  Because it is the ontology, the syringe is useless to him: the ontology does not count as mental pollution.

Now, Zong Cheng's body has been transferred back to the inner world, sitting opposite the old man without any scruples, and explained with a smile: "You don't have to think about killing me, I will still be transferred to other puppets after I die. "

   After finishing speaking, he looked up at Fangliang, where Qingji's son Qingwu sat on it, staring at him expressionlessly.

  At this time, it was snowing heavily outside the house, and the temperature dropped sharply.

  The dumb servant brought in the small red clay stove and placed it at their feet.

Zong Cheng suddenly Xiao Suo said: "You must be very worried about Qingchen now, but in the past six hundred years, no one has ever cared about me. You have family members, but I don't. From the moment I was born, the world has not treated me very well. Fair. After I control the puppets, I will occasionally use them to hide in the market to experience family affection, but I know that a fake is a fake."

  The old man thought for a while and said, "That's really a pity."

  Zong Cheng smiled: "Old man, we will see the outcome soon, so let's wait here together... Another game?"

   "One more game."

  …

  …

  Qing Chen kept walking in the world of gray fog. There seemed to be no end here, except for the gray fog, there was only a transparent wall left.

  The gray fog seemed boundless, and he was like a lonely traveler with no way home.

   "This is..." Qing Chen pondered: "This is my conscious world?"

  He suddenly realized that the unyielding will of the members of the Parents Association was like a key, which finally allowed him to see the source of the seal, and the invisible wall was his seal shackle.

   Behind the invisible wall should be his spiritual will to sneak out of the original world.

  He stopped and beat the invisible wall with all his strength, and the deafening thumping sound gradually came from the whole world of gray mist.

   But no matter how hard he tried, the invisible wall remained intact.

  Qing Chen sat down powerlessly against the invisible wall, looking at the boundless world of gray fog in front of him.

  He didn't know how to open the seal, and he didn't even know how to leave this world of gray fog for a while, as if he was trapped.

  However, at this moment, Qing Chen suddenly heard Xiao Qi's voice ringing in his ears: "Try again!"

  The people who have been influenced by him are in turn influencing him who is "returning to the origin".

  Qing Chen was stunned, then slowly stood up to face the invisible wall, and began to pound again.

   Even though it was useless, Qing Chen never gave up.

  Beyond the world of consciousness, Xiao Qi saw Qing Chen close his eyes suddenly, and stood still on the spot.

  Even if the beast soldiers came in front of him, Qing Chen didn't seem to notice it.

  Xiao Qi realized something, turned around and shouted: "Lao Luo, take the boss away, he may be breaking through the seal! Take him away, don't let him get hurt!"

Luo Wanya rushed over to carry Qing Chen on his back and left, but he only retreated a certain distance before handing Qing Chen into Hu Jing's hands: "Carry your master on your back and protect him! If we can't keep you, run away, can you protect him?" Run as far as you can!"

   As he spoke, Luo Wanya rushed back to the front line, and together with the members of the Parents Association, blocked the attack of the army of the dead.

  The Legion of the Dead is coming so violently this time, it’s like you managed to clear the game, but you haven’t recovered blood, mana, or wounds, and you’re about to start the **** difficulty level, so you have to play it all over again.

  The members of the parent association died one by one, and more than half of the Huotang men were lost.

  The Legion of the Dead is like a mountain like a sea.

  If you look down from the sky, the army of the dead stretches for ten kilometers. In front of them, the last defensive position is like an isolated island in the ocean.

  Qin Yiyi dragged a black knife and slashed at everything fiercely, and all the dead would disintegrate as soon as they touched the blade.

  God Son Gyatso followed her all the time. Looking at the heroic figure in front of him, he suddenly remembered the first time he saw this stubborn girl in the snow mountain.

   That day when they came back from hunting, God Son Gyatso saw Qin Yi curled up in the snow in the car, and asked loudly, "Why did you come here?"

  Qin Yi stared at him stubbornly, as if he was looking at a bad guy in the wilderness, and didn't speak.

  That stubborn look in his eyes is something he will never forget in his life, just like the undefeated flowers on the holy mountain.

  From that day on, God Son Gyatso liked to be by Qin Yiyi's side.

  Qin Yi wanted to go to No. 8 Forbidden Land, so he followed to No. 8 Forbidden Land.

  Qin Yi wanted to go to the north to save Qing Chen, so he followed to save Qing Chen.

   At this moment, a black-robed figure appeared from the army of the dead. Wang Xiaojiu cut off the opponent's head, but he accurately found Qin Yi on the defense line, and attacked and killed him under the cover of the army of the dead!

   "Be careful!" God Son Gyatso shouted as he approached.

However, the corpse of the old monster Ximingshi came too fast, God Son Gyatso roared and collided with his own divine cow method, but the corpse of the old monster Ximingshi seemed to have foreseen everything in advance, and only took a slight step back to hide Opened the divine cow method.

  The next moment, the old monster of Ximing Shi once again fitted himself up and pounced on him.

  But it was the moment of dodging just now that God Son Gyatso had the opportunity to come behind Qin Yiyi.

  In an instant, the old monster's bone-exposed palm pierced Gyatso's heart.

  Gyatso broke out with his last strength, holding the wrist of the bone with both hands, pushing the opponent into the army of the dead.

  He wanted to look back to see if Qin Yi had looked back at himself, but he ran out of energy.

  …

  …

  Chen Zhuoyu was standing in front of the defense line at this time, she looked down at the transparent silk thread on her wrist, it was the string puppet that Qing Chen left on Gingko Mountain.

  Qing Chen once said on his way to the Western Continent that all knights would have a forbidden item as a gift, and Chen Zhuoyu was given this marionette because she is the one who is most likely to bring marionettes to the extreme among active knights.

  Chen Zhuoyu has been useless since she got the marionettes. After all, the beast soldiers have no names, and she can't control them at all.

  But she suddenly thought, since the marionettes were to sacrifice corpses, so many legions of the dead in front of them were corpses in essence, could marionettes sacrifice them all?

  Chen Zhuoju tried to throw the marionette like a fishing line, but saw a dead beast soldier suddenly turned into flying smoke!

  She exclaimed in surprise: "It's done!"

  The Legion of the Dead is very unsolvable. If you want to break their combat power, you must break their hands and feet. Even if the knight demigod wants to solve them, it will take a lot of effort.

  Now with the marionette, Chen Zhuoyu finally has the means to harvest the army of the dead!

  The next moment, the knight and demigod rushed into the army of the dead, filled the puppet with the knight cloud, made it stretch straight, and swept across the battlefield.

  The marionette changed its host and returned to its original state.

  However, the average strength of the objects that can be sacrificed on this battlefield is above A level.

  The marionette screamed excitedly, and it re-grew five or six branches in just a dozen breaths, and became a complete body with 18 branches in just ten minutes!

  The armies of the dead were harvested by Chen Zhuozhi's violent sacrifice. This marionette can be called the natural enemy of the army of the dead.

  However, the reality is cruel. Chen Zhuoyu's knight cloud energy has been exhausted on the A3 front, and it is not enough to support her to continue to infuse the marionette.

  Once the knight cloud is gone, the transparent silk thread will hang limply on the ground, and the killing range will be instantly reduced.

  Chen Zhuoju hesitated for a moment, and returned to the camp before his knight energy was exhausted.

  She found a member of the parent association and whispered: "I need someone now to pull the marionette with me into the battlefield. Would you like it? But it's dangerous."

  The parent association member smiled and patted his chest: "Yes!"

  After a brief discussion, she tied the other end of the marionette to the opponent's wrist and rushed back to the battlefield

  But the members of the Parents' Association were already exhausted, and followed her to harvest more than a hundred beast soldiers from the dead, before they were attacked and fell down by the beast soldiers.

  Chen Zhuozhi stepped back and thought about it. In order to harvest more efficiently, she chose to use marionettes to forcibly drain the last potential of the parents' association members, so that the harvest can last longer.

  She said loudly: "I need 18 people to tell me their names to be my puppets, but...you will die."

  She wants to control 18 puppets to harvest the battlefield, so that every two people can stretch the transparent silk thread straight, just like a harvester.

  However, these puppets do not have her demigod strength, and they will definitely die if they enter the army of the dead.

  The next moment, a member of the parent association asked: "We don't care if we die, we care what you can do with us?"

  Chen Zhuoyu was silent for a moment and said: "I can guarantee that you will be replaced by at least two hundred beast soldiers for one puppet!"

  A parent meeting with the wounded said: "I am injured, I will go first, Ma Youjin!"

   Another wounded man said: "Anyway, one of my arms is broken, so let's use it as waste, Chen Bokang!"

   "Zhang Chao!"

   "Li Longfei!"

   "Song Zhe!"

   "Count me in, Li You!"

   "Brothers, take a look at the new world for us!"

  Chen Zhuozhen looked at these volunteered wounded, but felt her nose a little sore, she turned her head to control everyone into puppets, turned around and rushed into the army of the dead.

  In the past, Qing Chen used to control his enemies to become puppets, but now, it is the members of the parent association who take the initiative to become puppets.

  Suddenly, Chen Zhuoqu led eighteen puppets to start a massacre, blocking one-fifth of the ground with one person!

  She tried her best to divide it into eighteen, so that the wounded who were controlled would die more slowly, and the nineteen formed a huge knife array among the army of the dead.

  However, the army of the dead was fierce, and some of them avoided the sharpness of the marionettes and went directly to kill the puppets.

  Puppets died one by one, and Chen Zhuoyu retreated to the position again after harvesting thousands of dead legions. Before she could speak, hundreds of wounded people helped each other to find her, without saying a word of nonsense: "Lang Hao!"

   "Lin Zifan!"

   "Gao Linxiang!"

"Chang-Ping!"

   "Let's go, brothers, take a look at the new world for us!"

  Chen Zhuoyu led the puppet back to the army of the dead with red eyes. She used to be very unique, even when she was running points on the whale island, she was alone, and when she challenged the cliff, she was alone.

  Eat alone, attend class alone, the herds of cattle and sheep, but the tiger walks alone.

  She has always felt that she is a strong person who does not need teammates, but at this moment she understands why Qing Chen wants to develop the parent association and why he wants more people to become knights!

  Because this world needs more people to save!

  …

  …

  The giants stood on the other side of the line of defense like tanks. They covered the members of the Parents' Association and interspersed in the gaps to deal with the army of the dead.

  In front of the army of the dead that came like a tide...

"magical!"

   (one step forward!)

"wind!"

   (one step forward!)

  The strong wind grabbed the two dead beast soldiers and raised their arms, blocking the water in front of them.

  Xiaoqi and Luo Wanya are like the sharp arrows in the formation, leading the elite of the parent association to wander around.

  However, just as they had just beheaded a group of undead army, an old monster came out of the gap and pierced Xiao Qi's back.

  Xiao Er flew forward and wrestled with the old monster's corpse, but during the fight, the old monster inserted his palm into his abdomen.

  Xiaoqi, Luo Wanya and the others came back and cut the old monster into pieces!

  Xiao Qi brought Xiao Er back to the line of defense, and he shouted hoarsely: "Quickly, quickly smear him with chicken blood sprouts... Hurry up and save him!"

  Xiao Er slowly lay down in Xiao Qi's arms and said with a smile: "What the **** do you use for a penetrating wound? Don't waste it... Actually, I'm not that scared when I think about going to see Xiao San and Xiao Liu."

   After speaking, Xiao Er closed his eyes.

  The members of the parent association were a little at a loss.

  The army of the dead is boundless, covering the sky and covering the sun, no matter what they can't be killed.

   Everyone knows very well that no matter how hard they try, this war will definitely be lost.

   "Brother Seven, do you want to try again?" Someone asked bitterly.

  Xiaoqi was stunned for a while: "The boss said hold on, there is still a glimmer of hope... Brothers, the boss really said it himself just now, let us hold on, there is still a gleam of hope!"

  At this moment, the army of the dead tore a gap from the position that Xiaoer was defending just now.

Xiao Qi said loudly: "The golden family members follow me, hold the line of defense! Those who have not reached the A-level guard the inner circle, and you will come up after we die! The wounded go to Chen Zhuozhi's side to line up, we will die here together today, when we arrive Let's drink together!"

   At this moment, someone shouted loudly: "There are reinforcements!"

  Luo Wanya wiped the sweat off his face, turned his head to look, and saw dense crowds of people appearing on the ridge again.

  However, everyone was stunned in the next second. This was not the glimmer of hope that Qing Chen told them, but despair!

  On the ridge, the members of the parent association and the beast soldiers rushed down the mountain together. What kind of reinforcements are these? It is clearly the army of the resurrected dead on the A3 front!

  The parents' association can't even deal with the army of the dead on A5's side, let alone other things!

  Even if Chen Zhuoyu develops a big move before the battle, this knight demigod is covered in injuries and will be exhausted!

  Everyone is desperate.

  People say that before the light comes, there is always a long and suffocating night.

   But this long night is too dark and too long, never ending.

   This makes everyone start to wonder, will the light come back?

  In front of the huge camp of the Legion of the Dead, the camp of the Parents' Association is too small to be smaller.

  Someone on the battlefield began to cry bitterly: "Why, why can't we kill them no matter how hard we try, why the parents don't wake up, why are there no more reinforcements?! Why!"

  The cry was heart-rending. The person who cried didn't really want to complain, but was just not reconciled to the fact that everyone had paid so much, but still couldn't reach the end!

  7,000 kilometers, Lu Yunheyue, are you going to stop here? !

   This time, even Xiao Qi didn't know how to encourage those who fought side by side.

However, Luo Wanya suddenly opened his mouth. He pointed to the crying family member and said, "Your father is a gambler. You used to be a thief in the third district of city No. 10. You owe money to usury and you can only dodge XZ, but when the rat tide comes , you rushed to the line of defense with a kitchen knife in your hand."

As he said that, Luo Wanya pointed at the other person: "You, your father beat your mother to death in domestic violence. You used to be a lazy eater, but you have been helping others during the 7,000-kilometer trek. Find food first. For women and patients, I am reluctant to eat an extra bite."

Luo Wanya said loudly: "I, Luo Wanya, used to be a wanderer. I seemed to be on the run all my life, but now I am standing here fighting side by side with you. This world is not fair, we can't choose which family we are in. When we are born, we cannot choose the fate of the first half of our life, but we can choose when to change, and then choose how to die."

  “Although failure will run through our lives, we can choose the attitude when we fail.”

  "I never believed in the endless night, because the torch is in our own hands."

  The members of the Parents’ Association slowly stopped crying. They stubbornly wiped away the tears on their faces and calmed down.

  Luo Wanya no longer hid behind the giant, but walked up to the defense line, came outside the defense line, and roared: "Kill!"

  They no longer shrink back this time, but want to fight so bravely and fearlessly!

   Stop begging for a savior.

   This is our own war.

  …

  …

   It was at this time that the sky suddenly snowed heavily.

  Snowflakes are falling under the sky of the polar night, complementing the ribbon-like aurora in the sky.

  Xiao Wu looked at the heavy snow, and was a little dazed: "It's so beautiful, it's a pity that Xiao Er and the others didn't see it. Let's watch the aurora and snow before we die. It seems not bad."

  The army of the dead has rushed down the hillside, and the new army of the dead is mixed with beast soldiers, members of the parents' association, and the corpses of giants. Under the control of the scepter of the dead, the more than 4,000 giants have become the real killer.

  Amidst the passion of despair and anger, the sound of ancient sirens came from afar.

  Luo Wanya turned his head suddenly, only to see a black steam train galloping on the ridge in the distance.

"This is…"

   "Boss Zheng!"

   "Boss Zheng is here!"

  Xiao Qi wanted to cheer, but found that his throat was completely hoarse, and he couldn't make a sound at all, and could only utter one syllable in a very low voice.

  He just felt that his tears flowed unconsciously, not sad, but happy!

   This war has been fought for too long, so long that everyone has spent a hundred years in hell.

   At this time, a ray of light shone into **** again, and it turned out that all the sufferings were not in vain.

  The next moment, I saw that the steam train went along the ridge, "cutting off" the army of the dead that kept appearing!

   At the beginning, this steam train could penetrate even the monstrous pythons in the south, but now it is nothing to smash some legions of the dead.

  The front of the steam train spewed out thick black smoke and made a melodious whimpering sound!

   But I saw the steam train passing through the battlefield all the way, and finally stopped in front of the defense line.

  Before the members of the parent association celebrated this great meeting, the door of the steam train opened, and Lu Yuan and a group of golden figures lifted down 120 iron doors from the car.

  Luo Wanya asked strangely, "What is this for?"

  Xiaoqi, Xiaowu and others were also stunned.

  Before that, they knew that Boss Zheng had taken away almost all the Eyes of True Sight, which meant that there were not many Eyes of True Sight on the battlefield that could be used to open the key door.

  Without the key door, the mobility of the parent meeting will be greatly reduced. Otherwise, if the giants won on the A3 front, the A5 front can directly smash the key door and take them over.

  But because they lost the Eye of True Sight, everyone had to give up this support tactic.

  However, everyone is a little curious about what Boss Zheng is going to use for taking away the Eye of True Sight.

   Now, the 120 key doors are here.

  Time seems to stop.

  The hustle and bustle of the world seems to disappear.

  Everyone looked at the key doors.

  In an instant, Zhang Xiaoman, the heroic spirit of the Northwest Army, came to the door and roared: "Kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

  On the vast battlefield, the sound of killing echoed.

  Golden figures came out from behind the door one by one. Those heroic spirits were orderly, like regular soldiers, but they were not chaotic in the chaotic battlefield.

"These people are...?" Luo Wanya was amazed: "Their battles are very organized, much better than our parents' association. You see, each of their teams does not use communication equipment. They only need to pass instructions to each other one by one. enough."

  No one knows that this Northwest Army retreated to the mountains after the decisive battle with Zero.

  World peace, but they still maintain the habit of parades, training, and military parades, and even carry out military exercises in No. 001 Forbidden Land.

   They've trained themselves for a thousand years just to wait for a war that doesn't know when or where they'll be needed.

  The average strength of these heroic spirits is B-level, which depends on Ren Xiaosu's level. Before Ren Xiaosu became a god, they were only D-level.

   As far as individual combat is concerned, they are naturally no match for beast soldiers, but the fighting qualities they display are too fierce.

  A group of five or six heroic spirits can dismember the dead beast soldiers when they meet them.

  At this time, a golden figure appeared on the other side of the ridge. Luo Wanya looked, but found that it was the golden corpse of Chen Jiazhang and the Lian clan.

   When the golden corpse rushed down the mountain, Nangong Yuanyu, Qing Ling, and Li Cheng from the Freemasonry arrived with the intelligence personnel who had been killed from the A02 base.

This is not the end, after Li Cheng and the others rushed down, those time travelers who were under the protection of Whale Island were all led by Liu Dezhu, Nan Gengchen, Zhang Tianzhen, Li Tongyun, Jingongji Zhenji , kill it!

  Although Jinguji Maki's shikigami are all sealed, she is also a real knight demigod!

   Legions of the dead are pouring into the battlefield continuously, and reinforcements are also pouring into the battlefield continuously!

  No one is absent from this human catastrophe.

  As Qingchen expected, this world no longer needs someone to save, but everyone is here, desperate for that glimmer of hope.

  This is the most worthy moment of human civilization to be written.

  At this time, the people who controlled the Army of the Dead also seemed to be aware that something was wrong. If this continuous stream of heroic spirits were allowed to come out, the Army of the Dead might suffer heavy losses!

  However, more than 4,000 dead giants rushed forward, leading the army of the dead to quickly press up, blocking the heroic spirits at the door of the key gates.

   Rao is that no matter how many heroic spirits of the Northwest Army there are, it will not help if they cannot rush out.

  Zheng Yuandong put the key door directly in front of the position in order to prevent the Parents Association from dying more people, and let the heroic spirits of the Northwest Army shelter the members of the Parents Association behind.

   But in this way, it was blocked by the army of the dead.

  Luo Wanya said loudly: "Boss Zheng, leave with the key door and go to a place far away from the battlefield. As long as the war can be won, we will be fine!"

  However, Zheng Yuandong just replied: "No, we are not the only reinforcements."

  Luo Wanya was stunned. That’s right, how could Boss Zheng make a low-level mistake, there must be someone behind him... But where is the latter?

  Whale Island Timewalker, Lian Clan, and Freemasonry are not enough to decide the outcome of the battle for the entire battlefield.

   It is not enough to help the heroic spirits of the Northwest Army open the way to charge, so who is Boss Zheng waiting for?

   "Look at the sky! Blue Ox!" Xiao Wu shouted.

  Everyone looked up, only to see Li Shutong sitting sideways on the green bull flying from afar, with a sharp temperament like a crescent moon in the sky like a hook.

  This demigod took a deep breath in the snowy night, and the wind and snow rolled back like a dragon, as if even the gorgeous aurora and galaxy in the sky were about to be sucked into his mouth.

  Breathe heaven and earth!

   Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River is coming up from the sky!

   Rush to the sea and never return!

  I saw a mouthful of cloud pouring down from the sky, like a river like a waterfall, wrapped in the sky full of wind and snow like a knife.

  The dense army of the dead on the ground was washed away by the cloud when they charged, and all of them turned into bones and scattered on the ground.

   This is not enough, Li Shutong actually took out the charging treasure, and repeated the terrifying Tianhe just now!

  Snowflakes wash over the mountains, rivers and land, opening the way for the heroic spirits of the Northwest Army to charge. The wind howls in the battlefield like a song from the sky!

  For some reason, Luo Wanya's eyes were a little moist. He just felt that when you don't want to give up, the world must sing for you.

  The next moment, more and more heroic spirits of the Northwest Army rushed out of the Key Gate, just like what they did thousands of years ago, and set foot on the battlefield to save the world again!

  The boundless golden color collided with the ashes of the King's Legion, but the golden color was incomparably brilliant, incomparably brilliant, and radiant!

  However, heroic spirits will also die. After being fatally injured, they will turn into a golden light and fly to the northwest, returning to the Hall of Valor to recuperate.

  Zhang Xiaoman rushed to the front and laughed loudly: "Let's go first!"

  Da Huyou swept thousands of troops on the battlefield like a tank. He was A-level before his death. At this time, with the blessing of Ren Xiaosu's Hall of Heroes, he broke through the shackles of A-level early: "I will hold on for a while!"

   During the battle, one by one heroic spirits turned into streamers and left the battlefield, like the Leonid meteor shower in the sky, weaving like shuttles, shining to the extreme.

  Heroic spirits rushed to kill with a smile. When they met living humans, they would smile and say: "We can't die, let's go first!"

  Luo Wanya observed the situation, he suddenly said: "How many heroic spirits are there in the Northwest?"

   Zheng Yuandong said: "There should be 278,911 people, but there are actually 278,911 people."

Luo Wanya said: "That won't work, the number of the army of the dead is higher than them, and the heroic spirits of the Northwest Army will be wiped out sooner or later. Boss Zheng, we have to find a way to find the Duke of Storms. Only by finding the controller behind the army of the dead can this war be won." Finish."

  Zheng Yuandong took out the black eye of true seeing in his hand, and raised his hand to freeze thousands of miles: "Don't worry, someone has already looked for it. These Northwest Army are not here to save the world for us, but to help us delay time."

  Luo Wanya was stunned. He immediately recalled what happened on the battlefield, and recalled who was absent from this battle. Those who were absent must be on the way to find the Duke of Storms right now.

  …

  …

  There is snow on the mountain road. When the snow covers the Montenegro, it looks like a boy with a white head.

  A middle-aged man and a young man were following a pure golden pangolin under the heavy snow. This pangolin is a gold-seeking beast in the hands of the Taboo Tribunal, which is dedicated to looking for forbidden things to eat.

   Along the way, the cute and cute gold-seeking beast is leading the two to the top of the mountain, where hundreds of forbidden objects have appeared, and the smell of the forbidden objects makes the golden-seeking beast salivate.

   "Mr. Yun Jing, can we really find the enemy?" Zhang Mengqian asked.

  Li Yunjing calmly replied: "The old man on the Gingko Mountain said yes, so it will definitely be possible."

   "Do you trust him?" Zhang Mengqian asked curiously.

   "Both Li Yunshou and the old man Li Xiurui trust him, so I do too," Li Yunjing replied.

   At this time, the two ran into 12 A-level drama masters who were heading down the mountain to the battlefield.

  The two sides stood still on the mountain road hundreds of meters away, and Li Yunjing, who was also A-level, suddenly rolled up his sackcloth sleeves: "You go and kill the right master, these people are given to me."

  Zhang Mengqian knew that Mr. Yun Jing was serious. The last time the other party rolled up their sleeves was to grab the hairy belly in the hot pot with him. Apart from this, there is nothing else worthy of the other party's treatment.

  Zhang Mengqian tightened the white cloth belt covering his eyes, walked through the theater masters like no one else, and walked up the mountain road: "Let's go."

   After speaking, the playwrights really stepped aside, they knew that this young man was invincible.

  Li Yunjing looked at Zhang Mengqian's back, and recalled that when he first saw this boy, he felt that he was a little embarrassed, a little indifferent, and a little pitiful.

  Now he has the demeanor of a master.

  Zhang Mengqian didn't care about the roaring sound of killing behind him, but just followed the gold hunter to the top of the mountain, and 'looked' at the Duke of Storm holding a tall scepter.

  The Duke of Storms no longer paid attention to the battlefield, but looked back at Zhang Mengqian, and said bluntly in Chinese: "Courage is commendable."

   But the Duke of Storms took a closer look.

   Standing on the top of the mountain, Zhang Mengqian seems to be in harmony with the heaven and the earth. He is the heaven and the earth, and the heaven and the earth are him.

  Even if time goes by, years change, and mountains and seas change dramatically, only youth remains unchanged.

  The Duke of Storms narrowed his eyes slightly. He suddenly felt that this might be the toughest opponent he had ever encountered. The young man was blind, but he felt like he was being seen through.

  Before the decisive battle, he thought that he would meet Qing Chen, Li Shutong, and Siege.

  However, it never occurred to him that the final decisive battle was with an unknown blind boy.

  But when the other party appeared in front of him, the Storm Duke subconsciously felt that it was reasonable.

   "Okay, I'm in a hurry," Zhang Mengqian said with a smile, before attacking the Duke of Storms.

  The Duke of Storm felt that something was wrong when he first fought, just because he had the opportunity to defeat the enemy and could foresee Zhang Mengqian's shot, and Zhang Mengqian had a sixth sense, as if fused with the will of the world.

  Every time the Duke of Storms made a move, Zhang Mengqian could feel it in advance.

  This is different from Li Ke's use of a replica backpack to gain an advantage over the enemy, because Li Ke borrowed it, but Zhang Mengqian owns it.

  After only a dozen or so breaths of fighting, the Duke of Storms faintly sensed that this boy's ability to defeat the enemy seems to be on the front line faster than him!

How can this be? Obviously, the play master is synonymous with defeating the enemy!

  Different from other knights who open and close fiercely, Zhang Mengqian's attack is more like a gentle wind and drizzle, like a wisp of green smoke in the sky. You see it there, but you can dodge it as soon as you stretch out your hand.

  The Duke of Storms only felt that he was accompanied by two wisps of breeze, and his heart was shining like a moon.

  He sneered and shot like thunder.

   There were two bangs, but the Duke of Storms hit Zhang Mengqian's left and right shoulders with one punch and one kick, almost knocking the young knight off the cliff.

  The life master knows how to restrain the life master. When you attack so fast that the opponent can't dodge even if they see it, it's fine.

  The bloodline of the giantess and the playwright demigod made Duke Storm very talented. He has the physical advantage of the giant race, and his physical strength is even better than that of the knight after the demigod.

   I have to say that the fortune teller family's prediction is correct. Giants and new humans are like evolved species, which is a more certain future.

  Zhang Mengqian rolled around on the ground a few times and stood up, not discouraged: "It turns out that I have hidden my strength, no wonder I have no fear, come again."

  He didn't know that giants were all racially gifted, and the Duke of Storms was no exception.

  His racial talent is simpler and purer, it just makes his body stronger.

   This hole card was originally reserved for Qing Chen, but he didn't expect to be forced out by Zhang Mengqian.

  Under the attack of Zhang Mengqian and Shadow, the Duke of Storms was able to deal with it with ease.

   Just because of the advantage of overcoming the enemy, it is not enough to make up for the gap in speed and strength between them.

  The two sides were as fast as lightning on the top of the mountain, and sometimes there was the sound of thunder.

  The mountains trembled, and the sky shattered.

  The real pinnacle battle between the demigods is unfolding in this corner where no one pays attention.

  Just every time the thunder flashed, Zhang Mengqian was hit hard.

  …

  At the bottom of the mountain, Li Yunjing was putting down his sleeves. He looked up at the changing situation on the top of the mountain. Beside him lay the dead body of a dramatist.

  No one knows what kind of realm Li Yunjing exploded at this last moment. Later generations can only watch the battlefield and guess. On this day, the exiled immortal of the Li family has reached the demigod realm.

  Li Yunjing watched the battlefield silently, but didn't intend to help Zhang Mengqian.

  Only he knows best that the transformation of the grandmaster requires a **** battle.

  At this time, a woman came from the bottom of the mountain, and Li Yunjing looked back and saw nothing.

  Ling smiled and nodded to Li Yunjing, and continued to walk up.

  …

   While suppressing Zhang Mengqian's offensive, the Duke of Storms sneered and said, "You can't control yourself."

  But the young knight didn't respond, he just kept feeling the world during the battle, and the will of the world washed over his body like warm sea water.

  It seems that he knows the texture of the earth.

  It seems that he understands the mood of this world.

  My eyes are dark, but my heart is bright.

  From the slums to the knight demigod, he has flinched, made choices, given up, persisted,

  If this will be a story that will be talked about by future generations, what kind of ending should it have to be worthy of the courage of the moment when he gouged out his eyes?

breathe.

  The flame lines on Zhang Mengqian's cheeks suddenly bloomed at this moment.

  The next moment, the Duke of Storms found that his determined punch failed to hit Zhang Mengqian.

   His pupils suddenly shrank!

  The speed of the knight boy was even faster!

  But Zhang Mengqian said softly: "Of all the shortcuts in the world, I have finished the farthest one."

  The Duke of Storms flashed in front of him, and punched thunderously. After Zhang Mengqian caught it with his left hand, he used his strength to fly back.

  The young knight was flying in the air, pulled out a lock of hair from behind his ear, and blew hard.

   But the black hair was like needles, blocking all the dodging paths of the Duke of Storms.

   With a bang, even the cliff where the Duke of Storms was standing was cut off by the autumn leaves!

  The huge rock fell downward, and the Duke of Storm reluctantly jumped up and landed in a safe place.

  The black robe was broken, and the black hair wrapped in the knight's true energy pierced through more than ten places on his body!

  If the Duke of Storms hadn't avoided the vital points, his heart would have been pierced!

  The Duke of Storms looked down at the wound on his body, sneered and killed Zhang Mengqian, never giving Zhang Mengqian another chance to shoot the Autumn Leaf Knife.

  But when he punched him, he found that Zhang Mengqian couldn't stop flying back.

  In an instant, countless golden meteors flew from the distant battlefield, flew over the top of the mountain, and went straight to the Northwest Valhalla.

  The golden meteor lit up the polar night one after another, casting countless shadows in front of Zhang Mengqian.

  Zhang Mengqian took a deep breath.

   Of all the shortcuts in the world, I have finished the farthest one!

  In the blink of an eye, while retreating to avoid the attack of the Duke of Storms, he pulled out a pair of scissors from his sleeve, clicked twice, and cut two shadows of himself from the void.

  When the Storm Duke came in front of him, the two shadows formed a triangle formation with Zhang Mengqian, attacking this terrifying descendant of giant!

  The sudden appearance of two shadows disrupted the Duke of Storm's opportunity to defeat the enemy. Zhang Mengqian did not retreat but advanced, and attacked at the same time as the two shadow trinity!

The Duke of Storm wants to use the taboo to escape from the siege of the Trinity. The taboo that King once used to teleport away by exchanging eyes is on him, but the knight boy in front of him is blind, and his last means of saving his life are useless. !

  No one expected that Gingko Mountain would choose Zhang Mengqian to complete the final beheading!

  No one expected that Gingko Mountain would choose to leave the silhouette to Zhang Mengqian for the final ultimate move!

  Everyone only sees the chessboard of heaven and earth, but they don't see the painstaking efforts of the old man who has been sitting for more than ten years.

  The old man from Ginkgo Mountain seems to be able to find the most correct choice in the chaotic fate without using the world chessboard.

   With a bang, two shadows hit the back of the Duke of Storms at the same time, while Zhang Mengqian held the silhouette and stabbed the Duke of Storms' neck with the sharp blade of scissors!

  Blood gurgled out, the Duke of Storm kicked Zhang Mengqian back, and slowly retreated, but he became weaker and weaker as he retreated, and finally staggered and fell down on the cliff.

   Behind him is the scepter of the dead stuck on the cliff, and the skirt in front of him is stained red with blood.

  The Duke of Storms pressed the wound on his neck and wanted to violently kill people. He dragged Zhang Mengqian on the road when he was dying, but Zero in the distance came slowly.

  But seeing Ling walked up to the Duke of Storms and sat down, held the Duke of Storms in his arms and sang softly.

   That was the Storm Duke's favorite to listen to when he was a child.

   "Sit for a while and wait for the stars to surround you."

   "Although the flowers bloom, there is no need to wait for the fruit."

   "I want to sleep peacefully, find a quiet place."

  The violence on the Storm Duke's face gradually disappeared, he just lay quietly in Zero's arms and whispered: "Mom..."

   Zero hummed lightly.

  The Storm Duke smiled and closed his eyes.

  The long-awaited gold-seeking beast, after the death of the Duke of Storms, hurried to the scepter of the dead, and bit it down like a baguette.

  The green flames in the skull's eyes disappeared immediately, and the aurora in the sky also dispersed.

  Zhang Mengqian got up and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned around and walked down the mountain.

  He looked at the meteor still flying overhead, and suddenly stopped: "It's so beautiful."

  It seemed that he had seen a more beautiful picture that the eyes could not see.

  …

  …

   Ginkgo Mountain.

  Zong Cheng's arm that was about to drop the child suddenly stopped, and the snow outside also stopped, and he suddenly sighed.

  The old man looked at the chessboard with fixed eyes: "I won again."

  Like a pun, one refers to the chess game, and the other refers to the battlefield.

  At this time, the black chess on the chessboard is full of dangers, but all these are just to lure the enemy to go deeper. On the other side of the chessboard, there is already a murderous intention.

  Zong Cheng smiled and said: "Multi-line combat, each line twisted into a rope at the last moment, is amazing. I'm curious, what if Zhang Mengqian can't kill the Duke of Storms?"

  The old man shook his head: "How can it be impossible to kill, the silhouette has opened the second-level containment form, and the battle is over before Zhang Mengqian uses it."

Zong Cheng was thoughtful, he didn't ask what the second-order form of the silhouette was, but was more concerned about another matter: "Is Zero a move of yours? I thought the Duke of Storms actually had a backhand who could bring Zhang Mengqian into the Hell, but he gave up."

  The old man shook his head again: "I take advantage of everything, but I never take advantage of family affection. That's what Ling himself is going to do, and it has nothing to do with me."

  Zong Cheng was disappointed: "It turns out that existences like the Duke of Storms and Zero also need family affection..."

  The old man asked: "What are you still doing here?"

Zong Cheng got up and tidied up his wrinkled clothes, and said with a smile: "It is indeed my time to appear. I didn't think I would lose at first, but at this moment, I am a little uncertain. You let me witness the destruction of the Western Continent with my own eyes. Perhaps it is to destroy my confidence."

"From the moment you felt Qing Chen's threat, you no longer have confidence," the old man put all the chess pieces into the chess box: "You are really cute, not like the one who was killed by Li Shen thousands of years ago. Zong Cheng killed by the altar is mediocre, at least I don’t completely hate you. Go, you have no way out.”

   "Master, I won't lose."

"uncertain."

  Zong Cheng smiled and turned to go down the mountain. As the old man said, there is a giant's telepathy and a contraindication syringe. If he doesn't take action, he can only wait to die.

   Today's opportunity is fleeting, and it will never come again.

  Besides the A5 battlefield, twelve old Chen family painters walked up the ridge, silently watching the devastation in the battlefield.

  Behind them, there were thousands of Lifus with scrolls on their backs, waiting in silence.

  Chen's painter saw the army of the dead turned into ashes one by one, and finally turned into a handful of loess on the ground, their bodies tilted to the ground like quicksand.

   Giants: "Wow!"

  Cheers erupted on the battlefield. They knew that someone must have beheaded the Duke of Storms, which finally brought the war to an end.

   It was finally over. Everyone sat on the ground, cheering feebly while enjoying the rest of their lives.

  The artist of the Chen family standing on the ridge smiled and said, "I really want you to be happy for a while, but I can't... Sorry, I want to win this time."

   As soon as the words fell, twelve aged painters from the Chen family came to Lifu and smashed the scrolls they were carrying one by one.

  There is nothing else in this painting, only Zhu Rong and Gonggong, the two gods of water and fire.

  The red hair of Zhu Rong, the **** of fire, soars to the sky, his beard is like fire, the eyes of Gonggong, the **** of water, are ice blue, and there is a blue stream of water around his ankles.

  Twelve thousand gods and Buddhas flew into the sky, right above the battlefield.

  Many Gods and Buddhas!

  The gods and Buddhas in the sky that Chen Yu had longed for, but in the hands of the puppeteer, he saw the light of day again.

  Hundreds of years ago, Chen Xuanwu summoned 1,300 gods and Buddhas with his own power, and he became a **** in one battle.

   Today, the puppet master uses 12,000 gods and Buddhas to complete the rule of this world.

  Xiao Qi is enjoying the rest of his life after the catastrophe. When he looked up and saw the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, his whole body was in a bad mood: "Is there any end? Ah? I asked you if there is any end!"

  The cruelest thing about this war is that every time everyone thinks they see hope, someone will pour out the hope again with a basin of cold water!

   Simply!

  Luo Wanya stood up and roared angrily, "I don't believe in the endless night, the torch..."

Xiao Qi interrupted: "Huo, big brother, look at what that is in the sky, it's still Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo! Seeing that the more than 6,000 Vulcan Zhu Rong is gone, the torch is not in our hands, but on someone else's head up!"

  Xiao Wu: "...it really looks like a torch."

  Chen Zhuoyu looked up wearily: "There are more than two hundred statues that are completely different from the others. There are demigods among the painters of the Chen family."

  Luo Wanya coughed twice: "Then what do you think we should do?"

Xiao Qi stood up from the ground wearily, and said with a free and easy smile: "Don't care about who holds the torch, and don't care whether you can win or not. In today's battle, what if we die on this battlefield? Isn't that just death!"

   Today, everyone has seen too much life and death, and has become numb.

  But behind this numbness is not fear, nor regret, but the courage to die without regret!

  Xiao Qi said in a hoarse voice: "Stand up, and die standing up!"

  As soon as these words came out, everyone on the battlefield stood up one after another, looking firmly at the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

  Wang Xiaojiu stood on the sandy pile of corpses, and raised the huge guillotine towards the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

"kill!"

  However, at this moment, a fleet flew from a distance, and collided with the sky-filled gods and Buddhas without hesitation. A girl with twin ponytails was guarding the airship, shuttling back and forth!

   That is Yangyang, and the Qingkun and Qingyi fleets coming from the direction of Jianmenguan!

  Mantian gods and Buddhas shot down the airships one after another, but the fleet never retreated at all.

   For a while, it briefly resisted the footsteps of the gods and Buddhas all over the sky!

   At the same time, in the courtyard of Chen Yu in City No. 7, Jindai Yunluo was standing in the yard admiring the flowers. He could no longer see anything, and he just gently touched the plum blossoms that had just opened with his fingers.

  The nobleman was dressed in white hunting clothes and said with a smile: "Everyone says that the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, but in fact the plum blossoms are not fragrant because of the bitter cold, it is so fragrant from the beginning."

  Behind him was an ancient clock striking the hour.

  In the sound of thump, thump, a door of shadows opened, and Qingji came out and asked, "Are you all right?"

   "Okay, let's go," Shendai Yunluo walked into the Shadow Gate first, and came to the battlefield in one step.

  The next moment, the hundred-eyed ghost who had returned to the bridge of the gods flew out again. You must know that she had only cultivated for three days at this time, and she shouldn't have appeared!

Earlier, Zongcheng told the old man that Qingji went to steal something in the middle of the first game of chess. In fact, Qingji brought Shendai Yunluo to this clock, just because he was next to the forbidden object of this clock. Time will flow ten times faster!

  Puppeteer Zongcheng used it to draw more paintings, and Kamdai Unra used it to re-summon the Hyakumeki four days earlier!

  If the shroud is a natural fit for the painters of the Chen family, perhaps this clock is the most suitable artifact for onmyojis. It can shorten the blank period after they lose their shikigami from seven days to half a day!

  Kamidai Yunluo tucked his hands in his sleeves, showing his shikigami: "How can I be missing from such a lively event?"

  His white figure is particularly conspicuous in the gray and defeated battlefield, resigned and independent.

   At this time, dozens of gods and Buddhas besieged Yangyang, and burned the girl's hair. Just as the gods and Buddhas in the sky were about to strangle the **** the spot, the small hundred-eyed ghost had disappeared in place.

  When she reappeared, she was already standing in front of Yangyang!

  The two rounds of **** eyes between the brows of Hundred Eyes Ghost suddenly opened, the eyes of Duke Silver in the palm of his hand opened, and the eyes of the old king, the play master on the back of his hand, opened at the same time!

  World of Ten Directions!

  The world roared, and the invisible force shattered everything, and more than two hundred gods and Buddhas disappeared like this!

  Hundred Eyed Ghost smiled and turned around and pushed Yangyang, pushing the girl into a crack in space. Yangyang disappeared in the crack, and when she reappeared, she was already beside Qing Chen.

  The power of this space is as unpredictable as ghosts and gods.

   With a snap of his fingers, Baibaimugui turned around and charged up again, fighting with all the gods in the sky, but the gods and Buddhas in the sky had nothing to do with her for a while.

  But more than two hundred demigod-level gods and Buddhas quietly surrounded them, chanting Sanskrit from somewhere in their mouths, burning the entire sky brightly.

  They want to seal off the entire sky, so as to restrict the action space of the hundred-eyed ghosts!

  Hundred-eyed ghosts are ferocious, but they can't break through the shackles of demigods. They are still overwhelmed by the enemy of more than two hundred demigods and Buddhas.

   Qingji said: "She is about to lose."

   "It's okay," Jindai Yunluo said softly: "Losing is expected, and I didn't intend to win from the beginning."

   "Huh?" Qingji looked at him.

  Kamidai Yunluo smiled and said: "I just want to buy Qing Chen some more time...Qing Chen, come back, the world not only needs us, but also needs you!"

  The voice fluttered and flew into the distance, and flew to Qing Chen's ears on Hu Jingyi's back.

  …

  …

  In the world of gray mist, Qing Chen was still pounding the invisible wall with his fists.

  He doesn't know how long he has been beating, and he doesn't know how long he will be beating, but as long as the seal and shackles are not broken for a day, he will keep beating like this!

  At this time, he heard someone shouting in the gray fog: "Qing Chen, come back, the world not only needs us, but also needs you!"

  He heard Luo Wanya shout: "I don't believe in the endless night, because the torch is in our hands."

  He heard the sound of killing, calling, and cursing, he heard the noise and expectation of the world.

  Qing Chen frantically pounded on the invisible wall. He only thought that it should be a little bit worse, but he didn't know what the difference was!

  I want the memory in this seal, is it for the sealed strength, or something else?

In the seven-hour story told by   Yi, what is he most wanting?

   Those who should have been remembered by him, but have forgotten!

  Qing Chen backed up suddenly, roaring and slammed into the invisible wall.

   There was a bang, as if a glass was shaking and thundering.

   With a clicking sound, Qing Chen watched as a crack appeared in the invisible wall, and that sound, like a glacier that hadn't melted for hundreds of millions of years, began to disintegrate!

  Suddenly, the gray fog from all over the world frantically rushed towards that crack, and the crack became bigger and bigger until it pierced through the world!

  When the gray fog dissipated, Qing Chen looked at the majestic palace behind the invisible wall, leading to the sky!

  He took a step towards the invisible wall, and with a bang, the invisible wall finally shattered.

  The next second, the majestic palace also shattered, and the splendid flying birds painted on the invisible palace entered Qingchen's body!

  Memories start to come flooding in!

  …

  …

   Laojun Mountain.

  Wrench and hawthorn pushed open the gate blocking the students in the firelight!

  No regrets in this life, take care!

  …

  …

   On the cliff of Qingshan Mountain.

  A ray of light suddenly broke through the clouds and mountains at the edge of the sky.

   Immediately afterwards, the red light quickly bloomed.

  The last is gold.

  The layer upon layer of sunrise color, looking far away is a golden sea.

  The tide is hanging upside down, pouring down to the earth.

  The old man said: "It took me my whole life to understand a truth."

  Qing Chen asked, "What's the point?"

  The old man looked at Chaoyang and said with a smile: "The wind that galloped when I was young is more expensive than gold."

   After finishing speaking, the old man looked at the giant tree from the top of the mountain, only to see a colorful Suzaku hovering and spreading its wings above the crown of the tree, which was extremely gorgeous.

  But he heard him laughing happily, floating out from the top of the mountain:

   "If you promise me when I was a teenager, one tael of gold and one tael of wind!"

  The laughter was like a dream, a bit of regret, a bit of letting go, a bit of stubbornness, and a bit of free and easy.

  …

  …

  A02 base.

  At night, Qing Chen stopped building the stone wall, and suddenly stood on the edge of the pigsty and asked softly, "What's your name?"

   "Zhao Mingke."

   "Wang Yuchao."

  Zhao Mingke suddenly said: "Sir, you know that the meaning of these six words does not depend on me, right?"

  Qing Chen shook his head: "I still don't fully understand."

Zhao Mingke took a deep breath and said: "It not only tells us soldiers not to be afraid of sacrifice, but also tells the commander not to be kind to women. For a certain goal, sacrifice and bloodshed are inevitable. If you are afraid of sacrifice and bloodshed, then the victory won must be a false victory."

  …

  …

  In the middle of the night in the northern city.

  The Generation of Gods conducted a comprehensive search for members of the parent association.

  Xiao Liu was dragged behind the car, shouting... Take a look at the new world for me!

  …

  …

   Outside No. 002 Forbidden Land.

  For a quarter of an hour in the human world, the **** Qing Zhun gently wiped away the tears from Qing Chen's eyes.

  He looked at it for a moment, then hugged his younger brother lightly, and then let go.

   "Xiaochen, this is the end of the road I can walk with you."

   "Run, with a speed that you can't even catch up with in despair. Kill all the enemies, stand on my shoulders, and take a look at the world that should belong to you."

  …

  …

   City No. 10 is in the midst of a rat tide.

  After the Kunlun members blocked the roof door with sofas, everyone sat on the sofa crowded. Iodofu didn’t get a seat because he was late, so he could only sit on the armrest of the sofa, feeling a little stuck.

  Everyone just sat quietly, looking at the night sky in the distance.

  The rat behind the door banged on the door, but the sofa was stuck and couldn't be opened no matter what.

   "Tell me, after we leave, will Boss Zheng and Lu Yuan miss us?"

   "Then I will definitely think about it. Lu Yuan asked me to wash his socks every day, and I almost vomited. Do you think it is bullying within the organization? Can I report him?"

   "What did you do earlier, you should tell Boss Zheng earlier, the boss has already whipped him."

   "Then should I live a little longer, or let's get up and watch for a while, I want to last until the return report has a long way to go."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

   "Hahahahahaha!"

   Laughter hovered on the roof, and it lasted for a long time.

   Gradually, everyone quieted down. These days, everyone’s minds were filled with each other’s shouts. The mouse came, the mouse came again, just a few words over and over again, and the ears were calloused.

   Boring.

  At this time, Iodofu said: "Brothers, the time is almost up... I am lucky to be able to go through this life with you all. In the next life, let's be brothers again."

   "Three lives are lucky."

   "Three lives are lucky!"

  …

  …

   Outside the Silver City.

   "It's noon."

  He Jinqiu in the cloud is looking up at the sky above his head.

  He saw the vast galaxy hanging upside down in the darkness, and saw the stars all over the sky within reach.

   Huge, magnificent.

   Silent.

  No one thought that in this tragic battlefield, this sword fairy who came alone suddenly stared at Xinghan's brilliant queen, and was in a trance.

  In fact, he was able to walk with a sword two months ago, but he has never been to the sky to see this refreshing scenery.

  Until now, he didn't know what he had missed in his life.

   "It's so beautiful," He Jinqiu admired, with a tear streaming from the corner of his eye.

   Not sad, not tragic.

  He only marveled at the size of the world and the narrowness of life.

   It was at this moment that the black hair on the top of his head turned into white hair, white in an instant!

  He Jinqiu smiled and sighed: "Flowers will bloom again, and people will never be young again..."

  In my life, I have stumbled along the way.

  Yes, miss.

   Cried and laughed.

  Restrained and presumptuous.

   But when I looked back, I went the wrong way so many times.

  On that road, there are fierce tigers in the morning and long snakes in the evening, grinding their teeth and sucking blood, killing people like hemp.

But it does not matter.

it does not matter.

  Seeing that He Jinqiu fell suddenly, he drove nineteen flying swords around his body, and the flying swords became faster and faster, until he could no longer distinguish which was the sword and which was the person.

  After demigod, the heart sword became extraordinarily bright.

  A shooting star seemed to fall from the sky, drawing a straight line of bright light, piercing through the clouds at an unimaginable speed, heading straight for the fortress in the sky.

   One second later.

  The unique light in the world actually pierced from the sky above the Silver, and then pierced out from the bottom!

   Difficult to travel

   Come back!

  …

  …

  In the half-mountain manor.

Li Yunshou helped his father back to Baopu Building, Li Xiurui said: "You can treat what he said tonight as fart. When your grandfather asked me to be the head of the house, he said that the head of the house had a great responsibility and it was up to me. Later I I'm always thinking, what kind of **** is up to me, just to lie to me...Yunshou, although I don't know what you saw, and I don't know what he wants you to do. But you can actually choose your own path .”

  Li Yunshou smiled: "Don't worry, Father, I am very satisfied with my ending."

  …

  …

  In the parking lot of Central King City.

  Xiao San looked at Xiao Jin's nose and suddenly felt sour: "I'm sorry!"

   After finishing speaking, he actually took out a pistol from his waist, hugged Xiao Jin's head tightly, and pulled the trigger on Xiao Jin's head.

   With a bang, Xiao Jin died without struggling.

   "People who are alive, take a look at the new world for me," Xiaosan took a deep breath, pointed the muzzle of the gun at his jaw, pulled the trigger again, and fell sideways in the dark parking lot.

  …

  …

   This is not only Qing Chen's memory, but also the spiritual resonance that he forcibly plundered from the will of the world when he sneaked out from the will of the world!

  Qing Chen lowered his head in this conscious world.

   It wasn't until this moment that he finally fully understood what Li Shutong had said.

   But you have to understand, my friend, we cannot deal with darkness with gentleness, but with fire!

  Qing Chen opened his eyes and said softly, "I'm back."

  Xiao Qi was stunned, Luo Wanya was stunned, they almost thought they heard it wrong!

  Thousands of people fell silent just because of this sentence, and then boiled!

  The next moment, Qing Chen just raised his head, and the long night dissipated. It was as if the sky had been forcibly pushed aside, and the sun shone unscrupulously on the battlefield!

  Not only on the battlefield, but even the whole world is bright as daylight. City No. 10, City No. 22, Central King City... All city residents came out and stared blankly at the sky.

  They looked at the stars still hanging in the sky, and the sea was not yet dry. No one knew that all this was just because someone woke up.

  Qing Chen whispered to everyone: "Thank you, you have finished your work, now it's my turn."

  If this long night won’t pass by itself, then I will push it away with my own hands.

Zong Cheng stood on the ridge looking at the sunshine, and just sighed softly: "It's over, it's still a step too late. The world is really unfair. After preparing for so long, once you wake up, I can only be a foil gone."

   In the voice of speech.

  Divine Cut has reappeared in the world.

  But this time's eagerness is completely different from the previous ones.

  It's like a new world is born, and the sun is shining.

  Qing Chen turned himself into thousands of rays of light, and that extremely bright divine cut cut the world apart.

  The stars above the sky are turning, as if the moon has risen from east to west and set from west to west countless times, every second for thousands of years.

  The countless gods and Buddhas surrounded and killed them, but they could only be turned into gorgeous fireworks in the air, and none of them were let go.

   The puppet master has carefully prepared for more than a hundred years, but all of them have become a thing of the past.

  When Qingchen became a true god, all things were born and died.

  When the brilliant light passed through, Zhurong, the **** of fire, Gonggong, the **** of water, twelve painters of the Chen family, and thousands of laborers all ceased to exist.

   It seems like a moment has passed, and it seems that a thousand years have passed.

  Qing Chen broke away from the state of eagerness, and slowly landed on the ground. He hugged Yang Yang, and then turned to look at the devastated world.

   Breathing, green grass grows on the battlefield, and small flowers bloom in the mountains.

  Everyone is smiling.

  Luo Wanya said from the side: "Boss, please say a few words, this is the resting place of comrades-in-arms, they can hear what you say."

  Qing Chen was silent for a moment:

  If winter will always pass, if spring will always come, then I wish everyone in this world can choose a good person and find a place to live. There are dumplings in the winter solstice, dumplings in the Dragon Boat Festival, and moon cakes in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

  But if we can’t meet again, then I would like the world’s swords and guns to be put into storage, and the horses will be released to Nanshan.

  I hope children can fly kites in the park, and grandpas can practice swords in the park.

  I hope that you will have soy milk and fried dough sticks when you go downstairs. May you experience decades of wind and rain and come back as a teenager.

  …

   It is not over.

  (end of this chapter)