Twilight War

03

The battlefield where the soul returns.

The black-haired boy held the Candle Dragon Sword in his hand.

The blood in the world is burning.

Under the dusk, even if you die endlessly.

On this battlefield, the returning ghost soldiers fought with the ancient beasts heading south.

Zichen jumped up from the cliff with a sword in his hand, he looked at Ye Mengjiade's bloody vertical pupils.

That was the first form of Huangxuan's Nine Swords, Candle Dragon's Breath.

It is the god of Zhongshan who opened his eyes for the first time. He opened his eyes for day and closed his eyes for night.

Back then, Huangxuan Jiuyin slaughtered millions of households in Beimang with this sword.

General Lu Cun said his sword was too weak.

But now the young man's gaze seems to be able to cut through everything.

The Tao seeks the immortal way, and the Buddha seeks the Buddha way.The Huangxuan family only seeks humanity.

All the laws say to abandon vulgarity and desire, but the Huangxuan family does not.

When Huangxuan Qiechen was Zhenjiang Lake, he cut off his arm. He didn't cut off his arm to let it go, but to defend it.Huangxuanhu led 80 cavalry to ride through the entire Donghuang in order to change the world.

If you don't let go of ego, you can have me.

People from the Huangxuan family shouldn't even know what they want.

But now he knew what he wanted.

He wants to fight the final battle for the Huangxuan family!

Now that you understand it, you should do it!

Abandon everything and go all out.

The young man slashed at the sword in his hand angrily, almost using it as a knife.

It's like the split that Pangu opened the sky.

I've had enough of these 8000 years of chaos.

Enough of everything!

So I opened this endless dark chaos with my giant axe!

So clear and turbidity is the sky, and yang and turbidity are the earth!

The sharp bronze blade broke through the golden scales and hacked into Jormungandr's body.Jormungandr struggled with great pain.

The chaotic fire was reflected on its blood-stained silver scales, like a lake of brimstone fire.

Zichen fell from the body of the ancient snake, and at the moment of the fall, he tightly held the palm of his hand that was still bleeding.

He was driving himself to death again.

He closed his eyes, the red under his eyes was ferocious and gorgeous.

The blood seemed to be burning.

Great pain swept through his body.

But for him now, that pain is actually a kind of comfort.

It is the proof that he is still alive, the last straw in the water.

Inserted in the water, countless blades.

He opened his eyes and waded through the icy water.

——Why are you coming back again?

——Give me another sword, I'm going to kill the most ferocious ancient beast in the world!

He drew the ring-headed sword by his side.

The name of that sword is Compassion, and its master is Huangxuan Xilian.

The beautiful and strong Patriarch Huangxuan used him to behead countless pirates and traitors, but in the end he committed suicide by this sword.

Take this sword and fight for my Huangxuan family.The Huangxuan family has always been generous to its fighters!

The second form of Huangxuan Nine Swords - Tianwen.

Ask about the sky, ask about the place, ask about the beginning of ancient times.

There are millions of stars, and the sky is full of gods.

Ask the kings of a hundred generations, what is the bright moon?

He swung his sword in the dusk, and the wind of the sword seemed to cut through the huge sky.

He gritted his teeth and stepped on Jormungandr's struggling body, and pierced the Mercy Sword in his hand into its huge body.

Then fell again.

He drove himself to death again and again.

Wade through the sword mound again and again, pulling out one sword after another.

This may be his last battle, so how can he not try his best, how can he not wash his blood with blood!

He waved the sword in his hand, as if generations of Huangxuan Patriarchs had been resurrected on him.

They all used that young man's body to return to the Huangxuan family's battlefield, and use their swords to fight the twilight battle for the Huangxuan family!

Zichen fell into the air again, but this time it failed to enter the sword mound again.

Everything was quiet as if time had stopped.

The flames of war are gone, and the blood is gone.

All that's left is endless falls.

— Draw your sword.

"But I don't see the sword."

—The last sword should be your own.

"Where is it?"

—It shall be forged by yourself.

myself?

Zichen was still falling, as if he was a little confused.

Just like when Huang Xuanzhou first taught him the Huang Xuan Nine Swords.

"I don't have a sword, so what if I learn it?" He looked at the man and said.

"There will be one day." The man threw him a wooden stick.

"Take up your sword, whatever you hold in your hand is your sword."

It's like a long time ago when he sat in the meditation room with a wooden stick all night, and the mountains were covered by snow outside the window, and a hundred people faced each other.

One day I will be burnt to death, with the iron in my blood for the sword, the coal in my bones for the fire, and the last of my soul as a sacrifice.

In the endless fall, the boy suddenly held his chest with both hands, as if holding a sword of nothingness stuck in his chest.

The last sword is his own sword.

The blood kept burning in his body, as if he wanted to use himself as a melting pot.

He slowly drew the last sword.

Forged from blood and bones, sacrificed with spirits!

All the illusions disappeared, and he landed on the Watching Dragon Cliff.

He looked up at Jormungandr who was struggling in pain with eight swords stuck in his body.

At dusk, everything is burning.

All the ancient beasts have died in this twilight.

The souls of the Huangxuan family have all left, and they have completed their final battle.

Broken flags fluttered in the wind.

He held the sword in his hand that was still warm from the time it was forged.

It was so hot that he felt like the sword was about to burn in his hand.

Holding the sword, he charged towards Yemengard.

However, just halfway through the rush, he hurriedly braked and stopped.

He blinked, remembering that his father told him to teach him one style a year, and only practice one style a year.

However... the last sword, he seemed to have run away from home before he learned it.

At dusk, the doomed Young Master Huangxuan felt a little bit lost in life.

"Forget it." He shook his head, and re-clenched the sword in his hand, "The ninth move of Huangxuan's Nine Swords—Slash at dusk!"

He charged towards the most ferocious ancient beast in the world, using a sword move that he created at dusk.

But with the will to kill everything.

The flaming sword pierced the serpent's heart.

There is the seven inches of the snake, which is the place of death.

Huge ancient beasts wailed between heaven and earth.

Then its body fell slowly, like the collapse of Taihang Mountain.

However, at the next moment, a large piece of flint suddenly fell from the sky!

The rain of fire from the sky is the sign of the end of the world.

Wihipel caught the boy who fell from the sky.

Zichen had lost almost all his blood, his face was so pale that it was almost transparent.The drooping calf was slender and weak, and it swayed like a piece of paper following Vehipel's movements.

Chi You's mad blood drained his blood, half of his life has already been thrown into the underworld.

Wihipel fell down the cliff with Zichen in his arms. He raised his head and looked at the burning sky, knowing that it was the gate of the kingdom of the dead.

Jormungandr had offered him a million souls, but it still longed for more.

It sets the world aflame with destruction.

How could it be willing to leave until it had its feast.

Flowing fire came to the world.

Hundreds of astrologers in Chang'an Lingtai looked at the flint falling from the sky in panic and were at a loss.

The celestial surveyor in sackcloth ran through the thousands of volumes of books in the underground palace with his sleeves in his hand, and spread out the books on astrology calculations on the shelf, looking for precedents by comparing the lines of ancient books with his fingers.

The buildings in Chang'an [-] Square were all on fire, but no one dared to come out to save them.

The red wine flag falls.

In the Southern Academy, Emperor Chang Geng looked at the several important ministers who were kneeling down, and there were still ministers coming outside the door with the canopy paved with iron.

In the holy white city of Asgard, the streets are in a mess, and flint is burning on the white brick ground.

The students in the Hall of Valor looked out the window one after another, "What's going on?"

"Fire rains from the sky, this is really messed up." The head of the Scipio family in the Wuld Spring Hall said in a hoarse voice while touching the power ring in his hand.

In Corinth, the capital of fog, the noble carriages and baroque steam cars parked chaotically on the road, and from time to time, piercing whistles pierced through the thick fog.

The flint fell on the waters of the earth, and it burned like fire in the mist.

Everything is like God's punishment.

The mothers in the slums under the eaves hugged their children and cried.

Youhu, wearing a black cloak on Beiling Road, turned his head to look at the burning Juyongguan, "I want to go back, I want to go back to find the princess."

"That's not a princess, that's a monster!" The guard beside her said in panic.

"I want to go back." The girl turned around and ran towards the burning border town in the rain of fire.

The burning flint hit Yermungandr's huge body, like fire falling on a smooth mirror.

Nine sharp ancient swords were stuck on its body, and blood flowed and burned along the wound.

In the rain of fire, Yermungandr suddenly raised its huge head slowly, and it wailed almost mournfully.Then it looked in the direction of Vehipel with those blood-stained vertical pupils.

Wisipel held the silver gun in his backhand, protecting the young man in his arms and watching the ferocious ancient beast vigilantly.

The next moment it suddenly raised its entire upper body, and it kept supporting its huge body upwards as if it was about to touch the burning sky.

The burning flint kept falling on its body, and its body was knocked down again and again, and the sound of mourning was like a giant whale bleeding in the deep sea.

But it is still reaching up to the sky.

It was a magnificent and magnificent picture but also sad.

Under the burning sky, the most powerful ancient god in the world, Yemengard, wailed as if begging the gods.

But its posture seems to tear the entire sky.

After its final whine, flames poured down from the sky in a stream.

Jormungandr's huge body was burning in the fire.

The delicate silver scales were burned to ashes in the fire, and in a blink of an eye, only a huge gray skeleton was left in Yemengard, still trying to reach the sky with the posture of an ancient god.

Everything is tragic and magnificent.

Looking at the flaming skeleton of Jormungandr, Vihipel suddenly understood.

Yemengard sacrificed his body of the ancient god to the World Tree in order to close the gate of the kingdom of the dead!

It blocked the last river of fire with its own body.

Just like the blue dragon used its body to block the huge flood thousands of years ago.

04

The blood on the ground has almost dried up, and all the burning has left only the last slump.

Walking in the flames, Vihipel finally found the barefoot girl under the huge ancient snake's skeleton.

"You obviously want to destroy everything, why do you want to take on your own body of an ancient god?" He looked at Long Yingluo.

"It's nothing..." The girl's voice was very weak, reminiscent of Xueluo, "I suddenly remembered a girl named Youhu. I promised her to teach her the bone flute, but she is stupid... I guess she She hasn't learned it yet. Wait until she learns it before ruining it all... not too late."

In the end, her voice was only hoarse, which made people feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

She smiled, thinking of the boy who once talked about humans to her under the tree in the atrium.

The boy said that human beings are weak.But they will learn.

She slept for thousands of years, and lived as a human for more than ten years.She saw a lot of people, but it wasn't that she was reluctant, she just felt that if they were all dead, the atrium would be boring.

She scratched her neck with her nails, as if in pain.

Wischpel took out a dagger and cut her neck.

A caterpillar-like worm tore the flesh from the girl's neck and fell to the ground.

"Is he still alive?" asked the worm.

Vesper nodded.

The worm actually looked like it was smiling. It tore a drop of blood from its body like it was tearing its own flesh and blood, "Give it to him."

Then it crawled on the ground with its two forelimbs, and it didn't know where to crawl.

It was supposed to live and die like a mayfly, but it met the boy who waved his hands into flames, so he turned his whole life into a Kunpeng.

It raised its forelegs, as if reaching for the sky.

It saw the boy waiting under the tree. The boy's brows and eyes were gentle, and his eyes seemed to have the clarity of all the stars in Asgard.

"Did you kill Utgarde?" it asked the boy.

The boy smiled and nodded, "En!".

so good……

It slept next to the boy.

It can finally sleep peacefully for thousands of years.

In the setting sun, Yermungandr's huge skeleton was reduced to ashes in the wind.

04

Sunset dusk.

Wihipel put the boy on the ground, he cut his wrist, and dripped blood on Zichen's pale lips.

His silver hair has long been stained by gunpowder smoke and ashes, but his posture is still like the former god king.

I will not let you die.

It took me more than a thousand years to change you back.

How could I allow you to die.

He looked at Zichen, and remembered the boy who raised his head to look at him after his silver penetrating into his chest, and said to him: "You all think of me as a fool...now, fools won't play with you anymore. "

He smiled smugly and nicely, as if every prank succeeded.

Only then did he realize that he had already lost the phoenix blood.

He came in a mortal body.

This is his last deception.

He sent that drop of Phoenix blood into Zichen's body.

Zichen panted slightly as if he had recovered a little bit, Wihipel cut the wound on his wrist a little bigger, and then fed it into Zichen's mouth.

Blood flowed down Zichen's jaw.

Wihipel sucked the blood from his wrist, then lowered his head and kissed the boy in his arms, feeding him the blood little by little.

My blood is your blood.

From now on, you are the bone of my bones and the flesh of my flesh.

Do you know that it took me thousands of years to find your soul in this barren world.

He and Yemenjiade were nothing more than whitebaits in the sea, but Yemenjiade chose to sink, while he chose the [-]-mile backward migration.

In the end, only one of the nine thousand whitebaits could return to the Auer sea area.

He didn't know if he was one of the lucky ones, but he found him after all.

Use up the time of the millennium.

He hugged the boy in his arms under the huge dusk, as if he was afraid that the boy would disappear again in a blink of an eye.

05

Zichen felt like he was in a long dream.

He kept falling, but he didn't know where the end was.

He wanted to go to sleep.

He is really tired.

"Hey, don't sleep." He heard someone say.

When he opened his eyes, it was the woman in the red dress in the bright hall. The woman smiled brightly and took his hand as if she wanted to pull him up.

"The Huangxuan family...is gone." He looked at the woman and said.

"It's still there, the Huangxuan family won't die."

He suddenly stopped falling, as if countless people were supporting his body.

"Let's go back."

Said the souls.

"Live on..."

Those souls supported him and lifted him out of endless sinking.

He opened his eyes but saw a large peach blossom.

Finally... are you back?

He waded through the peach blossoms and saw Si Xuerou lying on a tree drinking wine.

The woman looked at him and jumped down from the tree with some helplessness.

"Why are you still here?" She said with some distress.

"Mother?" Zichen asked in a daze.

"It's me." Si Xuerou waved her sleeves as if bored, "This is Huangquan Road, I'm waiting for you."

"Why are you here?"

"I am a member of the Si family in the Shu region. If I am not buried in the [-] mountains of the Shu region, my soul will not return to the king of Hades."

Zichen looked at the woman.

"I did it on purpose." The woman smiled and looked down at Zichen, "Because I know I have a stupid son. My stupid son would be so stupid that he would trade his life for something that is not important at all."

"So I'm waiting here. If my son is really that stupid, I'll use my soul to see if I can change his life."

She suddenly hugged Zichen.

Dressed in red, with the fragrance of peach blossoms.

"My Zichen," the woman suddenly said softly, "You've done well..."

The ten-mile peach blossoms dispersed, and the woman's soul was reduced to ashes.

06

Juyongguan.

The fire that had been burning for months was finally extinguished.

The young monk in a brown robe followed the old monk, watching the old monk hold up his broken hands from the ashes, and rescue the dead one by one.

"Master, with so many people, can you finish it?" the little monk muttered while holding the things in his arms.

"It is a person who can cross a person." The old monk said.

"Then it won't work?"

"It doesn't matter, there is the crossing of Hades. In this world, death is the greatest god. Buddha can't cross, but he can." The old monk said quite openly.

"Didn't we come here to get Qinxueyu and red sandalwood? How can we catch up with this kind of thing." The little monk frowned.

"They are all Zen machines, Zen machines cannot be broken."

"All right, all right, you are justified in what you say." The little monk frowned and said, he looked down at the people on the ground and said suddenly: "Master... this girl seems to be still alive."