The old man and Zong Cheng have played seven games, and Zong Cheng lost every game, but he didn't look impatient at all, 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 have to lose again?" Zong Cheng smiled and said: "This is in line with my life. I actually envy people like you and Qingchen. You were born to win.
Winner, you have good looks, good backgrounds, and gifted blood, but I have nothing."
Zong Cheng: "People like me have been destined to fail time and again since they were born. When I woke up from that dark underground base, I had to be careful about the remaining experimental subjects in the base. From the beginning, I was in hell mode, and I was born in hell.
After finally coming out of it, I didn't understand anything. The first generation's body had a kidney cut out in District 9 of City No. 5. After the kidney was cut out, it was sold to the Black Heart Mine to work as a miner."
"I finally awakened my extraordinary abilities and controlled a few miners to escape back to the city, only to find that they couldn't afford to eat. I took a few miners to work in the factory, doing the most tiring work and getting the lowest wages, working 16 times a day
Only enough hours to eat... You may not believe it, but Qingchen and I actually have the same goal. The reason why I set my ambition to control the world is because I want to end the plutocrats like you.
era."
This time, the old man was really surprised.
To be honest, even he didn't expect that the first beating Zong Cheng received when he came to the human world would come from the exploitation and oppression of the capital world.
Life is divided into stages, childhood, youth, middle age and old age. Among them, childhood has the most profound impact on a person.
The oppression of capital on the world is Zong Cheng's childhood memory. 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 tragic!
But the old man just said lightly: "Qingchen 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 results will be completely opposite. After you take control of the power,
You will begin to enjoy the convenience that power brings to you." Zong Cheng smiled and said: "This sentence is absolutely correct. The boy who slayed the dragon eventually turned into an evil dragon. This story seemed to be absolutely correct for me. At first
At that time, I wanted to make money, but in the end I could only use very stupid and stupid methods; later, I wanted to control the army, but was bombarded; I wanted to go to the Western Continent to lower the difficulty of the game, but met the fortune teller.
;After I came back, I wanted to control the Qing family, but I encountered Qingzhun who started with Wang Zha. It was too difficult. Can you understand my experience? I seem to have been losing, so I gradually became less concerned about winning and losing.
, because I will win sooner or later."
"Don't be so confident," the old man shook his head: "You suddenly took action now. Of course, on the one hand, it is because after controlling the Chen family, you finally have the most tyrannical power. On the other hand, it is also because Qingchen has become a member of the giant clan.
King, those giants with telepathy and the presence of forbidden syringes make you understand one thing: someone has finally gathered all the elements to kill you."
The old man raised his head and looked at Zong Cheng: "You are scared."
Zong Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then admitted frankly: "That's right."
At this time, a mute servant brought two bowls of plain noodles and placed them in front of the two of them. While eating the noodles, Zong Cheng said, "Unknowingly, I have been tricked by you again. Only then did I remember that Qingji had
Then he disappeared. Did he go steal my things? You dragged me to play chess together just to delay some more time?"
The old man was happy: "Your reaction is quite quick."
Zong Cheng finished the noodles in two mouthfuls and said with emotion: "I couldn't tell whether this was a compliment or a sarcasm...Are you worried about Qingchen? I have seen Xilu use his final trump card. To be honest, I am also surprised.
They have been preparing for so long, but they never expected it to be so terrifying. Now, I am a little worried, as a fisherman like me may not have the strength to win the final victory."
Even Zong Cheng seems to be a little afraid of the army of the dead.
Zong Cheng looked at the old man: "Did you guess that they would be so skilled?"
The old man nodded: "I guessed it." Zong Cheng was surprised: "You can guess this?"
The old man smiled and said: "I made some gains in the superconducting world a while ago. Qingchen went on a killing spree in the multidimensional world No. 8, and finally killed Pluto and was promoted to S-class combat master. At that time
, some people say that Pluto is actually another S-class battle master who deleted his account and retrained because he had to learn 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 have been thinking, since there is no such inheritance, what motivates an S-class combat master to abandon the level he has earned through hard training for 10 years, and then spend 10 years training to become a necromancer?"
Zong Cheng: "Are you saying 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 thought there would 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 cannot transmit messages to each other out of thin air, right?"
Zong Cheng said with a smile: "Of course not between puppets and puppets, but of course it is possible between puppets and the main body."
When City No. 10 was sealed off and searched for puppets, Zong Cheng's body possessed the non-time walker in the surface world, who was the security personnel who tipped off the Jiye organization during Qingchen's last life and death crisis.
Just because it is the real body, the syringe is useless to him: the real body does not count as mental pollution.
Now, Zong Cheng's body has been transferred back to the other world, sitting opposite the old man without any scruples, and explained with a smile: "You don't have to think about killing me, it will still be transferred to other puppets when I die.
"
After saying that, he raised his head and looked at the beam. Qingji's son Qingwu was sitting on it, staring at him expressionlessly.
At this time, it snowed heavily outside the house and the temperature dropped sharply.
The mute servant brought in a small red clay stove and placed it at the feet of the two of them. Zong Cheng suddenly said solemnly: "You must be worried about Qingchen now, but in the past six hundred years, no one has ever cared about me. You guys
I have a family, but I don’t. This world has been unfair to me since I was born. After I control the puppets, I occasionally use them to hide in the market to experience family affection, but I know that fake ones are just fake.”
The old man thought for a while and said, "That is indeed a pity."
Zong Cheng smiled: "Old man, we will see the outcome soon, let's wait here together... another round?"
"One more round."
Qingchen kept walking in the gray fog world, which seemed to have no end. Apart from the gray fog, there were only transparent walls.
The gray fog seemed endless, and he was like a lonely traveler with no way home.
"This is..." Qingchen thought: "This is my conscious world?"
He suddenly realized that the unyielding will of the parents' association members was like a key, which finally allowed him to see the origin of the seal. The invisible wall was his seal shackles.
Behind the invisible wall, there should be his spiritual will that wants to sneak out of the original world.
He stopped and beat the invisible wall with all his strength, and the deafening sound of winter gradually spread throughout the gray fog world.
But no matter how hard he tried, the invisible wall remained intact. Qingchen sat down weakly 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 gray mist world for a while, as if he was trapped.
However, at this time, Qingchen suddenly heard Xiao Qi's voice ringing in his ears: "Try again!"
The people who have been influenced by him are influencing him back to his original point.
Qingchen was stunned, then slowly stood up and faced the invisible wall, and started beating again.
Even though it was useless, Qingchen never gave up.
Outside the world of consciousness, Xiao Qi saw Qingchen suddenly close his eyes and stand still.
Even if the beast soldiers were in front of him, Qingchen seemed not to notice.
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, picked up Qingchen and left, but he just stepped back a short distance and handed Qingchen into Hu Jingyi's hands: "Carry your master on your back and protect him! If we can't defend him, you can run away. Run as far as you can!"
With that said, Luo Wanya rushed back to the front line and worked with the members of the Parents' Association to block the attack of the Army of the Dead.
The army of the dead is coming so violently this time, it’s like you finally managed to
After finishing the game, I haven't recovered my blood, mana, or healed my wounds. As a result, I'm about to start a hell difficulty level, and I have to do it all over again.
The members of the Parents' Association died one by one, and more than half of the men in the fire pond were lost. The army of the dead was like a mountain and a sea.
Viewed from the sky, this 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 the black knife and slashed at everything, and all the dead were immediately decomposed as soon as they encountered the blade.
God Son Gyatso has been following her. He looked at the heroic figure in front of him and suddenly remembered the first time he saw this stubborn girl in the snowy mountains.
When they returned from hunting that day, God Son Gyatso saw Qin Yiyi huddled in the snow in the car and asked loudly: "Why are you here?"
Qin Yiyi stared at him stubbornly, as if looking at a bad guy in the wilderness, and said nothing.
That stubborn look in his eyes would never be forgotten for the rest of his life, just like the undefeated flowers on the holy mountain.
From that day on, God Son Gyatso liked to follow Qin Yiyi. Qin Yiyi wanted to go to Forbidden Place No. 8, so he followed him to Forbidden Place No. 8.
Qin Yiyi wanted to go north to rescue Qingchen, so he followed him to rescue Qingchen. At this moment, a black-robed figure came out of the Army of the Dead. The opponent's head was cut off by Wang Xiaojiu, but he accurately found Qin on the defensive line. So, and attacked 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 of the fortune-teller came too quickly. The Son of God Gyatso roared and manifested his sacred cow method and collided with it. However, the corpse of the old monster of the fortune-teller seemed to have predicted everything in advance and only took a slight step back to hide. Opened the sacred cow dharma.
The next moment, the old monster of the fortune teller pounced again.
But it was the moment of dodge that gave God Son Gyatso the opportunity to come behind Qin Yiyi.
In an instant, the old monster's bare-bones palm pierced Gyatso's heart.
Gyatso burst out with the last of his strength and grasped the skeletal wrist with both hands, pushing the opponent into the army of the dead.
He wanted to look back and see if Qin Yiyi looked back at him, but he had no energy left.
·......
Chen Zhuoxu was standing in front of the defense line at this time. She lowered her head and looked at the transparent silk thread on her wrist. It was the string puppet that Qingchen left in Ginkgo Mountain.
When Qingchen went to the Western Continent, he said that all knights would have a forbidden object as a gift, and the one given to Chen Zhuoxi was this marionette, just because she is the one among the active knights who is most likely to use the marionette to its full potential.
Chen Zhuoru never used the puppet after getting it. After all, the beast soldiers had no names and she couldn't control them at all.
But she suddenly thought that since the puppets were meant to sacrifice corpses, so many of the legions of the dead before her were essentially corpses. Could the puppets sacrifice them all?
Chen Zhuorui tried to throw the puppet out like a fishing line, but he saw a dead beast soldier suddenly turned into flying smoke!
She cheered in surprise: "It's done!"
The Legion of the Dead is very intractable. To remove their fighting power, you must break their hands and feet. Even if the knights and demigods want to deal with them, it will take a lot of effort.
Now with the puppets, Chen Zhuoru finally has the means to harvest the army of the dead!
The next moment, this knight demigod rushed into the army of the dead, infused the puppet with knight's cloud energy to stretch it straight, and swept across the battlefield.
The puppet changed its host and returned to its original state.
However, the average strength of the objects that can be sacrificed on this battlefield is A level or above.
The marionette neighed excitedly. In just a dozen breaths, it regrown five or six branches. In just ten minutes, it became a complete body with 18 branches existing at the same time!
Pieces of the Army of the Dead were harvested by Chen Zhuoxu's violent sacrifices. This puppet on strings can be called the natural enemy of the Army of the Dead.
However, the reality is cruel. Chen Zhuoru's Knight Cloud Qi has been exhausted on the a3 front, which is not enough to support her continuous infusion of the puppet.
Once the knight's cloud energy is gone, the transparent silk thread will hang limply on the ground, and the killing range will be instantly reduced.
Chen Zhuoru hesitated for a moment and replied before his Knight Cloud Qi ran out.
Come to the camp.
She found a member of the Parents' Association and whispered: "I need someone now to pull the puppet with me into the battlefield. Are you willing? But it is very dangerous."
The parent-teacher association member smiled and patted his chest: "Yes!"
After a brief discussion, she tied the other end of the puppet to the opponent's wrist and rushed back to the battlefield.
But the members of the Parents' Association had already exhausted their strength. They followed her and harvested more than a hundred dead beast soldiers, but they were suddenly attacked by the beast soldiers and fell down.
Chen Zhuorui went back and thought about it. In order to make the harvest more efficient, she chose to use string puppets to squeeze out the last potential of the parents' association members, so that the harvest could last longer.
She said loudly: "I need 18 people to tell me their names now and be my puppets, but... you will die."
She has to control 18 puppets to harvest the battlefield, so that the transparent silk thread can be stretched straight between each two people, like a harvester.
However, these puppets do not have her demigod strength, and they will definitely die if they join the Army of the Dead.
The next moment, a parent association member asked: "We don't care whether we die, we care what you can do with us?"
Chen Zhuorui was silent for a moment and said: "I can guarantee that one of your puppets can be replaced by at least two hundred beast soldiers!"
A parent-teacher meeting with an injured person said: "I'm injured, so I'll go first. The horse has gold!"
Another injured person said: "Anyway, one of my arms is broken, so let's treat 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 Zhuoru looked at the wounded who had come forward and felt her nose was a little sore. She turned her head and controlled everyone into puppets, then turned around and charged into the Army of the Dead.
In the past, Qingchen controlled his enemies to become puppets, but now, it is the members of the Parents' Association who have taken the initiative to become puppets.
For a moment, Chen Zhuoru led eighteen puppets on a killing spree, and one person blocked one-fifth of the position!
She tried her best to divide them into eighteen parts, so that the controlled wounded would die slowly, and the nineteen people formed a huge sword array among the army of the dead.
However, the army of the dead was so fierce that some of them avoided the sharp edge of the puppets and went directly to kill the puppets.
The puppets died one by one. After harvesting thousands of dead legions, Chen Zhuoxu returned to the position again. Before she could speak, hundreds of wounded people helped each other to find her. Without saying a word, "Langhao!"
"Lin Zifan!" "Gao Linxiang!" "Chang Ping!"
"Let's go, brothers, take a look at the new world for us!"
With red eyes, Chen Zhuoru led the puppet to fight back to the Army of the Dead. She used to be very independent, so unique that even when she was running scores on Whale Island, she was alone when she challenged the cliff.
Eating alone, attending classes alone, cattle and sheep in herds, but the tiger walking alone.
She had always thought that she was a strong person who did not need teammates, but at this moment she understood why Qingchen wanted to develop the parent-teacher association and why he wanted more people to become knights!
Because, this world needs more people to save! -
The giants were like tanks on the other side of the defense line. They covered the Parents' Association members and penetrated through the gaps to deal with the Army of the Dead.
In front of the legion of the dead coming like a wave... "Phantom!"
(Don’t take a step back!) "Wind!" (Don’t take a step back!)
The strong wind grabbed the two dead beast soldiers and raised their arms, blocking the water in front of them.
Xiaoqi and Luo Wanya were like the missing players in the formation, leading the elite parents' association to wander around.
However, just when they had just killed an army of the dead, an old monster of a life-player came out of the gap and stabbed Xiao Qi in the back.
The waiter jumped up and struggled with the corpse of the old monster, the fortune teller. However, during the struggle, the old monster stabbed his abdomen with the palm of his hand.
Xiao Qi, Luo Wanya and others came back and cut the old monster into pieces!
Xiao Qi brought Xiao Er back to the defense line, and he yelled at the top of his lungs, "Quick, put the chicken blood sprouts on him...hurry up and save him!"
Xiao Er slowly lay down in Xiao Qi's arms and said with a smile: "What kind of chicken blood buds are used for penetrating injuries? Don't waste it... Actually, it's not that harmful to think of going to see Xiao San and Xiao Liu.
Afraid."
After saying that, Xiao Er closed his eyes. The members of the parent-teacher association were a little confused.
The army of the dead is boundless, covering up the sky and the sun, and it is impossible to kill them all. In fact, everyone knows very well that no matter how hard they try, this war will definitely be lost.
"Brother Xiao Qi, do you want to try again?" someone asked bitterly. Xiao Qi was stunned for a long time: "The boss said to hold on, there is still a glimmer of hope. Brothers, the boss just said it himself, let us hold on.
, there is still a glimmer of hope!”
At this moment, the Army of the Dead tore a gap through the position where the waiter had been defending.
Xiaoqi said loudly: "Golden family members follow me and hold the line of defense! Those who are not yet at level A will stay in the inner circle. If we die, you can come back! The wounded will be sent to the hospital.
Line up at Zhuoluo, let’s die here together today, and drink together underground!”
At this moment, someone shouted loudly: "There are reinforcements!"
Luo Wanya wiped the sweat from his face, turned around and saw another dense crowd of people appearing on the mountain ridge.
However, everyone was stunned in the next second. This was not the glimmer of hope Qingchen told them, but despair!
On the mountain crest, members of the Parents' Association and the beast soldiers rushed down the mountain. These were reinforcements, they were clearly the legion of the resurrected dead on the A3 front!
The parent-teacher conference can't even handle the Army of the Dead on A5, let alone the others!
Even if Chen Zhuorui 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, the night will always be long and suffocating.
But this long night is too dark and long, endless.
This made everyone begin to wonder, will the light come back? In front of the vast camp of the Army of the Dead, the Parents' Association camp is too small to be smaller.
Some people on the battlefield began to cry loudly: "Why, why can't we kill them all no matter how hard we try? Why don't the parents wake up? Why are there no more reinforcements?! Why!"
The crying was heartbreaking. The person crying didn't really want to complain about anything, but was unwilling to accept that everyone had paid so much but still couldn't reach the end!
Yun and Yue have traveled seven thousand kilometers, are they going to stop here?! This time, even Xiao Qi didn't know how to encourage those who were fighting side by side.
However, Luo Wanya suddenly spoke. He pointed at 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 owed usury and had to hide. But when the rat tide came,
, you rush to the defense line with a kitchen knife."
As he said that, Luo Wanya pointed at another person: "You, your father beat your mother to death due to domestic violence. You used to be a lazy person, but during the seven thousand kilometers of trek, you have been helping others. If you find something to eat, you should give it first.
Give it to women and patients, and I can’t bear to take another bite.”
Luo Wanya said loudly: "I, Luo Wanya, used to be a wanderer. It seems that I have been running away all my life, but now I stand here and fight side by side with you. This world is not fair, and we cannot choose which family we belong to."
When we are born, we cannot choose our destiny in the first half of our lives, but we can choose when to change and how to die."
"Although failure will occur throughout our lives, we can choose how we behave when we fail."
"I never believe in the endless night, because the torch is in our own hands."
The members of the parent-teacher association slowly stopped crying. They stubbornly wiped the tears from 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!"
This time they no longer cower, but fight out so bravely and fearlessly!
Stop begging for a savior. This is our own war...
-
It was at this time that heavy snow suddenly fell from the sky.
Snowflakes are falling under the polar night sky, complementing the ribbon-like aurora in the sky.
Xiao Wu looked at the heavy snow and was a little lost in thought: "It's so beautiful. It's a pity that Xiao Er and the others didn't see it. Let's watch an aurora and watch a snow before we die. It seems not bad."
The army of the dead has rushed down the hillside. The new army of the dead is mixed with beast soldiers and members of the Parents' Association, the corpses of giants, and the four thousand
Many giants, controlled by the Scepter of the Dead, have become real killers.
Amid the excitement of despair and anger, an ancient whistle sounded in the distance.
Luo Wanya suddenly turned around and saw a black steam train galloping on the mountain ridge in the distance.
"This is" "Boss Zheng!" "Boss Zheng is here!"
Xiao Qi wanted to cheer, but found that her throat was completely mute and she couldn't shout at all. She could only whisper syllables one by one.
He just felt that his tears were flowing down unconsciously, not because he was sad, but because he was happy!
This war has been going on for so long that everyone feels like they have spent a hundred years in hell.
At this time, a beam of light shone into hell again, and it turned out that all the suffering was not in vain.
The next moment, the steam train was seen running along the mountain crest, "cutting off" the legions of the dead that were constantly appearing!
In the past, this steam train could penetrate even the monstrous pythons in the south, but now it is nothing to crush some legions of the dead.
The front of the steam train spewed out thick black smoke and made a melodious whine!
But they saw the steam train passing through the battlefield and finally stopping in front of the defense line. Before the members of the Parents' Association could celebrate this great reunion, the door of the steam train opened, and Lu Yuan and a group of golden figures lifted 120 doors from the car.
Here comes the iron gate.
Luo Wanya asked strangely: "What is this for?" Xiao Qi, Xiao Wu 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-teacher conference will be greatly reduced. Otherwise, if the giants had won on the a3 front, the a5 front could directly smash the key door and pick them up.
But without the Eye of True Seeing, everyone had no choice but to give up this support tactic.
However, everyone is a little curious about what Boss Zheng will use for taking away the Eye of True Seeing.
Now, the 120 key doors are here. Time seems to have stopped.
The hustle and bustle of the world seemed to disappear.
Everyone looked at the key doors.
In an instant, Zhang Xiaoman, a hero of the Northwest Army, came to the door and roared: "Kill!"
Song".
On the vast battlefield, the sound of killing echoed.
Golden figures came out from behind the door one by one. Those heroic spirits were in a clear order, like regular soldiers, but they were not chaotic at all in the chaotic battlefield.
"Who are these people...?" Luo Wanya was surprised: "Their fighting is very organized, much better than our parent-teacher association. You see, each of their teams does not use communication equipment, they only need to communicate with each other one by one.
It is enough to pass on the instructions.”
No one knew that this northwest army retreated into the mountains and forests after the decisive battle with Zero.
Although the world is peaceful, they still maintain the habit of exercises, training, military parades, and even carry out military exercises in the Forbidden Land No. 001.
They have spent a thousand years training themselves, just waiting for a war that they are not sure when or where they will be needed.
The average strength of these heroic spirits is B level. This level depends on Ren Xiaosu's level. Before Ren Xiaosu became a god, they were only D level.
In terms of individual combat, they are naturally no match for the beast soldiers, but the combat qualities they display are simply too fierce.
A group of five or six heroic spirits can dismember the dead beast soldiers when they encounter them.
At this time, another golden figure appeared on the mountain ridge on the other side. Luo Wanya looked and found that it was the golden corpse of Chen Jiazhang and the Lian tribe.
When the golden corpse rushed down the mountain, Nangong Yuanyu, Qing Ling, and Li Cheng from the Freemasonry arrived with intelligence personnel who had been killed from the A02 base.
This is not the end. After Li Cheng and the others also rushed down, those time walkers who had been protected by Whale Island were all led by Liu Dezhu, Nan Gengchen, Zhang Tianzhen, Li Tongyun, and Jinguji Maki.
, kill him!
Although all of Jinguji Maki’s shikigami have been sealed, she is also a real knight demigod!
The legions of the dead are pouring into the battlefield continuously, and reinforcements are also pouring into the battlefield!
No one is absent from this human catastrophe.
As Qingchen said
As expected, the world no longer needs someone to save it, but everyone is here, risking their lives for that glimmer of hope.
This is the most noteworthy moment of human civilization.
At this time, the people who controlled the Army of the Dead seemed to realize that something was wrong. If this steady stream of heroic spirits were allowed to come out, the Army of the Dead would probably suffer heavy losses!
However, more than 4,000 dead giants rushed forward and quickly pressed forward with the army of the dead, blocking the heroic spirits at the entrances of the Key Doors.
No matter how many heroic spirits there are in the Northwest Army, it will not help if they cannot rush out. In order to prevent more people from the Parents' Association from dying, Zheng Yuandong directly placed the key door in front of the position, and let the heroic spirits from the Northwest Army serve as members of the Parents' Association behind.
Shelter from wind and rain.
But in this way, it was blocked by the Army of the Dead.
Luo Wanya said loudly: "Boss Zheng, take the key door and leave, 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. Yes, how could Boss Zheng make a stupid mistake? There must be a backup plan... But where is the backup plan?
The Whale Island Time Walkers, Lian Clan, and Freemasonry are not enough to determine the outcome of the entire battlefield.
It's not enough to help the Northwest Army's heroes open a channel for charge, so who is Boss Zheng waiting for?
"Look at the sky! Green Bull!" Xiao Wu shouted.
Everyone looked up and saw Li Shutong flying from a distance, sitting sideways on a green bull, his fierce temperament like a crescent moon in the sky like a hook.
The 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 the stars in the sky were being sucked into his mouth.
Breathe heaven and earth!
I don’t see you, the water of the Yellow River is coming up from the sky! It flows to the sea and never returns!
I saw a puff of cloud pouring down from the sky, like a river or a waterfall, carrying the wind and snow all over the sky like a knife.
The dense army of the dead on the ground were washed away by the clouds when they charged, and they all turned into bones and scattered on the ground.
This was not enough, Li Shutong actually took out the power bank and recreated the terrifying Tianhe scene just now!
Snowflakes washed over the mountains and rivers, opening the way for the heroes of the Northwest Army to charge. The wind howled in the battlefield, like a song from the sky!
Luo Wanya's eyes were a little wet for some reason. He just felt that when you don't want to give up, the world will definitely play for you.
The next moment, more and more heroes from the Northwest Army rushed out of the key door, just like they did thousands of years ago, and once again set foot on the battlefield to save the world!
The boundless golden color collided with the gray defeat of the King's Army, but the golden color was extremely brilliant, extremely 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 Temple of Valor to recuperate.
Zhang Xiaoman rushed to the front and laughed loudly: "Go first!"
The big liar swept through thousands of troops on the battlefield like a tank. He was an A-level man during his lifetime. Now, with the blessing of Ren Xiaosu's Temple of Heroes, he broke through the A-level shackles early: "I'll hold on a little longer!"
During the battle, each heroic spirit turned into a stream of light and left the battlefield, like the Leonid meteor shower in the sky, weaving like a shuttle, brilliant to the extreme.
The heroic spirits charge to kill with a smile. When they meet a living human being, they will smile and say: "We can't die, let's go first!"
Luo Wanya observed the situation and suddenly said: "How many heroic spirits are there in the northwest?"
Zheng Yuandong said: "There should be 278911 people, but there are actually 278911 people." Luo Wanya said: "That won't work, the number of the Army of the Dead is higher than them, and the Northwest Army's heroes will be wiped out sooner or later. Boss Zheng, we have to find a way to find them.
Duke of Storms, only by finding the controller behind the Army of the Dead can this war end."
Zheng Yuandong took out the black eye of true seeing in his hand and raised his hand to freeze thousands of miles away: "Don't worry, someone is already looking for it. These northwest troops 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 who else was absent from this battle. Those who were absent must be on the way to find the Duke of Storms at this time.
...
There is snow on the mountain road. When the snow covers the black mountain, it looks like a boy with a white head.
A middle-aged man and a young man were braving the heavy snow, following a pure golden pangolin. This pangolin is a gold-seeking beast in the hands of the promotion tribunal, and it specializes in looking for taboo objects to eat.
Along the way, the cute and cute gold-seeking beast was taking the two of them to the top of the mountain, where hundreds of forbidden objects had appeared. The smell of the forbidden objects made the gold-seeking beast salivate.
"Mr. Yunjing, can we really find the enemy?" Zhang Mengqian asked. Li Yunjing calmly replied: "The old man on Ginkgo Mountain said it is possible, then it must be possible."
"Do you trust him?" Zhang Mengqian asked curiously.
"Li Yunshou and Mr. Li Xiurui both trust him, so I trust him too," Li Yunjing replied.
It was at this time that the two of them bumped into 12 A-level fortune tellers running down the mountain towards the battlefield.
The two sides stood hundreds of meters apart on the mountain road. Li Yunjing, who was also in the A-level, suddenly rolled up his linen sleeves: "You go and kill the real master, these people are for me."
Zhang Mengqian knew that Mr. Yun Jing was serious. The last time he rolled up his sleeves, he was competing with him for the tripe in the hot pot. Apart from that, there was nothing else worthy of his treatment.
Zhang Mengqian tightened the white cloth belt covering his eyes, walked through the fortune tellers as if no one else was around, and walked up the mountain road: "Give me a moment."
After saying that, the fortune tellers really made a way out of the way. They knew that this young man was invincible.
Li Yunjing looked at Zhang Mengqian's back and recalled that when he first met this young man, he felt that he was a little embarrassed, a little cold and a little pitiful.
Now he has the demeanor of a master.
Zhang Mengqian ignored the roar of the killing behind him, and just followed the gold-seeking beast to the top of the mountain, looking at the Duke of Storms 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: "Your courage is commendable."
But the Storm Duke took a closer look.
Standing on the top of the mountain, Zhang Mengqian seemed to be in harmony with heaven and earth. He was heaven and earth, and heaven and earth were him.
Even if time passes, the years change, and the mountains and seas change dramatically, only the young man remains unchanged.
The Storm Duke narrowed his eyes slightly. He suddenly felt that this might be the most difficult opponent he had ever encountered. The young man was obviously blind, but he felt like he had been seen through.
Before the decisive battle, he thought that he would meet Qingchen, Li Shutong, and besieged.
But he never expected that the final battle would actually be 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, and then attacked the Storm Duke.
Duke of Storms felt something was wrong as soon as they fought, just because he had the opportunity to defeat the enemy and could foresee Zhang Mengqian's attack, and Zhang Mengqian's God-given sixth sense seemed to be integrated into the will of the world.
Every time the Duke of Storms takes action, Zhang Mengqian can feel it in advance.
This is different from Li Ke using a replica backpack to gain an advantage over the enemy, because Li Ke borrowed it while Zhang Mengqian owned it.
After just a dozen breaths of fighting, the Duke of Storms faintly noticed that this young man's ability to defeat the enemy seemed to be on the line faster than him!
How is this possible? Obviously, the fortune teller is synonymous with the opportunity to defeat the enemy!
Different from the ferocious attacks of other knights, Zhang Mengqian's attacks are more like gentle breeze and drizzle, like a wisp of smoke in the sky. You see it there, but it dodges as soon as you reach out.
The Storm Duke only felt that he was accompanied by two wisps of breeze, and his heart was illuminated by the moon.
He sneered and struck like thunder.
There were two booms, but the Duke of Storm hit Zhang Mengqian's left shoulder and right shoulder with one punch and one kick, almost knocking the young knight off the cliff.
The fortune teller knows how to restrain the fortune teller. When your attack is so fast that the opponent cannot dodge even if he sees it, that's it.
The bloodline born from the female giant and the fortune-teller demigod gave the Duke of Storm extraordinary talents. He possesses the physical advantages of the giants, and his physical strength is actually better than that of the knight after the demigod.
It has to be said that the Fortune Teller family's prediction was correct. Giants and new humans are just like evolved species, and are the more certain future.
Zhang Mengqian rolled around on the ground a few times and stood up, not discouraged: "It turns out that the truth is hidden."
With strength, no wonder I feel confident and come back again."
What he didn't know was that all giants had racial talents, and the Duke of Storms was no exception.
His racial talent is simpler and more pure, it just makes his body stronger.
This trump card was originally reserved for Qingchen, but he didn't expect to be forced out by Zhang Mengqian.
Zhang Mengqian and?
Under attack from both sides, Duke of Storms was able to cope with it with ease.
Just because they have the first chance to defeat the enemy is not enough to make up for the gap in speed and strength between them.
The two sides moved as fast as lightning on the top of the mountain, and thunder could be heard from time to time. The mountains shook and the sky shattered.
The real pinnacle battle between demigods actually started in this corner where no one was paying attention.
But every time the thunder flashed, Zhang Mengqian suffered heavy injuries.-
Li Yunjing at the bottom of the mountain was putting down his sleeves. He looked up at the changing situation on the top of the mountain. Next to him lay the corpse of the fortune teller. The mountains and rivers had collapsed.
No one knows what kind of state Li Yunjing broke out at this last moment. Later generations can only watch the battlefield and guess that on this day, Li's banished immortal has reached the realm of demigods. He can reach the stars with his hand and sink with the palm of his hand.
Li Yunjing looked at the battlefield silently, but had no intention of helping Zhang Mengqian.
Only he knew best that the transformation of a grandmaster required a bloody battle. At this time, a woman came from the bottom of the mountain. When Li Yunjing looked back, it was Zero.
Ling smiled and nodded to Li Yunjing and continued walking up.
While suppressing Zhang Mengqian's offensive, the Duke of Storms sneered: "You don't overestimate your capabilities."
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’s like he knows the texture of the earth. It’s like he understands the mood of the world. My eyes are dark, but my heart is bright.
From the slums to the knight demigod, he has flinched, made choices, given up, and persisted.
If this is going to be a story that will be talked about for generations to come, then what kind of ending is needed to be worthy of the courage of the moment when he gouged out his eyes?
breathe.
The flame lines on Zhang Mengqian's cheek suddenly bloomed. The next moment, the Duke of Storms discovered that his determined punch failed to hit Zhang Mengqian.
His penis suddenly shrank!
The young knight's speed was actually faster!
But I heard Zhang Mengqian say softly: "Of all the shortcuts in the world, I have finished the longest one."
The Duke of Storms flashed in front of him and struck with a thunderous punch. Zhang Mengqian actually caught it with his left hand and used the force to fly back.
The young knight flew in the air, pulled out a strand of hair from behind his ear, and blew it hard.
But he saw that the black hair was like needles, blocking all the Storm Duke's dodge paths.
With a roar, even the cliff where the Duke of Storms was standing was chopped off by these Akiba swords!
The huge rocks fell downwards, and the Storm Duke reluctantly jumped up and landed in a safe place.
The black robe was broken, and pieces of black hair were wrapped in the knight's true energy, piercing through his body in more than ten places!
If the Storm Duke hadn't avoided the vital point, his heart would have been pierced!
The Duke of Storms lowered his head and glanced at the wounds on his body. He sneered and killed himself in front of Zhang Mengqian, never giving Zhang Mengqian a chance to shoot the Akiba knife again.
But just as he struck with a punch, he found that Zhang Mengqian was flying back.
In an instant, countless golden meteors flew from the battlefield in the distance, flew over the top of the mountain, and headed straight to the Temple of Valor in the northwest.
These golden meteors lit up the polar night, 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 flash of lightning, he retreated to avoid the attack of the Storm Duke, took out a pair of scissors from his sleeve, and cut out two shadows of himself from the void with two clicks.
When the Duke of Storms came to him, two shadows formed a triangle formation with Zhang Mengqian, attacking this terrifying descendant of the giant!
The sudden appearance of two shadows disrupted Duke Storm's opportunity to defeat the enemy. Zhang Mengqian advanced instead of retreating and attacked simultaneously with the two shadows!
The Duke of Storm wanted to use a forbidden object to evacuate from the siege of the Trinity. The forbidden object that the king once used to teleport away by exchanging glances was on him, but the young knight in front of him was blind, and his last resort to save his life had no effect at all. !
No one expected that Ginkgo Mountain would choose Zhang Mengqian to complete the final beheading!
No one expected that Ginkgo Mountain would choose to leave the silhouette to Zhang Mengqian for his final killing move!
Everyone saw only the chessboard of heaven and earth, but not the hard work of the old man who had been sitting there for more than ten years.
The old man from Ginkgo Mountain seemed to be able to find the most correct choice in the chaotic destiny without using the chessboard of heaven and earth.
With a boom, two shadows hit the Storm Duke's back at the same time, and Zhang Mengqian held the silhouette and stabbed the Storm Duke's neck with the scissors blade as a weapon!
Blood flowed out, and the Duke of Storm kicked Zhang Mengqian away and slowly retreated. However, he became weaker and weaker as he retreated, and finally staggered and fell to the cliff.
Behind him is the scepter of the dead stuck on the cliff, and the clothes in front of him are stained red with blood.
The Duke of Storm pressed the wound on his neck and wanted to kill him violently. He even wanted to drag Zhang Mengqian on the road before he died, but Zero slowly walked towards him in the distance.
But Zero walked over to Storm Duke and sat down, holding Storm Duke in his arms and singing a song softly.
That was what Storm Duke liked to hear most when he was a child. "Sit a little longer and wait for the stars to surround you." "Although the flowers bloom, there is no need to wait for the results."
"I want to sleep peacefully and find a quiet place with no one around."
The violence on Duke Storm's face gradually disappeared, and he just lay quietly in Ling's arms and whispered: "Mom..."
Zero hummed softly.
A smile appeared on Duke Storm's lips and he closed his eyes.
The gold-seeking beast on the side had been salivating for a long time. After the Duke of Storms died, he hurriedly came to the scepter of the dead and bit into it like a baguette.
The green flames in the skull's eyes disappeared immediately, and the aurora in the sky also dispersed.
Zhang Mengqian stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned around and walked down the mountain. He looked at the meteors still flying above his head and suddenly stopped: "It's so beautiful."
It was as if he saw a more beautiful picture invisible to the eyes. Ginkgo Mountain.
Zong Cheng's arm that was about to fall suddenly stopped, the snow outside also stopped, and he suddenly sighed.
The old man looked at the chessboard with fixed eyes: "I won again. It was like a pun, pointing to the chess game and the battlefield.
At this time, the black pieces on the chessboard are full of dangers, but all of them are just to lure the enemy deeper. There is already a murderous undercurrent on the other side of the chessboard.
Zong Cheng smiled and said: "In a multi-line battle, each line was twisted into a rope at the last moment, which is amazing. I am very curious, what should Zhang Mengqian do if he cannot kill the Storm Duke?"
The old man shook his head: "How could it not be killed? The silhouette has already entered the second level of containment. Zhang Mengqian has not yet used it, and the battle is over."
Zong Cheng was thoughtful. He didn't ask what the silhouette's second-order form was. Instead, he was more concerned about another thing: "Is zero a move for you? I thought the Duke of Storms actually had a backup plan to bring Zhang Mengqian in. Damn it, but he gave up."
The old man shook his head again: "I take advantage of everything, but I never take advantage of family ties. That's what Ling wants to do, and it has nothing to do with me."
Zong Cheng was disappointed: "It turns out that beings like Duke Storm and Zero also need family affection."
The old man asked: "What are you still doing here?"
Zong Cheng stood up, straightened his wrinkled clothes, and said with a smile: "It's really my turn to appear. Originally I didn't think I would lose, but now I'm a little unsure. You let me watch the destruction of the Western Continent with my own eyes,
Maybe it’s just to destroy my confidence.”
"From the moment you felt Qingchen's threat, you no longer had confidence." The old man put all the chess pieces into the chess box: "You are a kind of real and cute person, not like the one who was beaten by Li Shen a thousand years ago.
Just like Zong Cheng who was killed by the altar, at least I don't completely hate you. Go ahead, you have no way out."
"Old man, I won't lose." "Not necessarily."
Zong Cheng smiled and turned around to go down the mountain. As the old man said, there was a giant's telepathy and a forbidden syringe. If he didn't take action, he would have to wait for death.
Today's opportunity is fleeting and will never come again.
a5 Outside the battlefield, twelve old Chen painters walked up the mountain ridge and silently looked at the devastation on the battlefield.
Behind them, there were thousands of warriors carrying scrolls on their backs, waiting silently.
Painter Chen saw the army of the dead turning into ashes one by one, and finally turned into a handful of loess on the ground, their bodies leaning to the ground like quicksand. The giants: "Wow!"
A cheer erupted in the battlefield, and they knew that someone must have beheaded the Storm Duke, which finally brought the war to an end.
It was finally over, and everyone collapsed on the ground, cheering feebly while enjoying the rest of their lives.
The painter Chen standing on the ridge smiled and said: "I really want you to be happy for a while longer, but it doesn't work...I'm sorry, I want to win this time."
As soon as he finished speaking, twelve old Chen painters came to Lifu and smashed the scrolls they were carrying one by one.
There is nothing else in this painting except Zhurong and Gonggong, the two gods of water and fire.
The fire god Zhurong's red hair rises to the sky, his beard is like fire, the water god Gonggong's eyes are ice blue, and there is blue water around his ankles.
Twelve thousand gods and Buddhas flew into the sky and flew right above the battlefield. The sky was filled with gods and Buddhas!
The gods and Buddhas in the sky that Chen Yu once longed for have finally seen the light of day again in the hands of the puppet master.
Hundreds of years ago, Chen Xuanwu single-handedly summoned 1,300 gods and Buddhas to fight to become gods.
Today, the puppet master uses twelve thousand gods and Buddhas to complete the rule of this world.
Xiao Qi was enjoying the rest of his life after the disaster. When he looked up and saw the gods and Buddhas in the sky, he felt bad: "Is it over yet? Ah? I'm asking you if it's over yet!"
The most cruel thing about this war is that every time when everyone thinks they see hope, someone will use a basin of cold water to extinguish the hope again! It’s so simple!
Luo Wanya stood up and roared: "I don't believe in the endless night, the torch
Xiaoqi interrupted: "How big is Huo? Brother, look at what's in the sky. It's still fire! Seeing that the more than six thousand fire gods Zhurong is gone, the torch is not in our hands, but in other people's heads."
Coming up!"
Xiaowu: "＿It does look like a torch."
Chen Zhuorui looked up tiredly: "There are more than two hundred statues that are completely different from the others. There are demigods among these Chen painters."
Luo Wanya coughed twice: "Then what do you think we should do?"
Xiao Qi stood up from the ground tiredly and said with a free and easy smile: "Don't worry about whose hand the torch is, and don't worry about whether we can win. In today's battle, what if we die on this battlefield?
Isn’t it just death?”
Today, everyone has seen too much life and death, and has become numb.
But behind this numbness is not fear or regret, but the courage to have no regrets despite nine deaths!
Xiao Qi said in a hoarse voice: "Stand up, you must die standing up!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone on the battlefield stood up and looked firmly at the gods and Buddhas in the sky.
Wang Xiaojiu stood on the pile of corpses in the sand and raised the huge guillotine towards the sky filled with gods and Buddhas.
"kill!"
However, at this moment, a fleet flew from a distance, and without hesitation collided with the gods and Buddhas in the sky. A girl with two ponytails protected the floating airship, shuttling back and forth!
That's Yangyang, and Qingkun and Qingyi's fleet coming from the direction of Jianmenguan!
The gods and Buddhas in the sky shot down the airships one after another, but this fleet never retreated at all.
For a moment, he briefly resisted the footsteps of gods and Buddhas all over the sky!
At the same time, in Chen Yu's residence in City No. 7, Jindai Yunluo was standing in the yard admiring the flowers. He could no longer see anything, but only touched the plum blossoms that had just opened with his fingers.
The noble prince, who was wearing a white hunting coat, smiled and said: "Everyone says that the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, but in fact, plum blossoms are not fragrant because of the bitter cold. They are so fragrant in the first place."
Behind him, an ancient clock was striking the hour.
In Dongdongdong's voice, a shadow door opened, and Qingji came out and asked: "Are you okay?"
"Okay, let's go," Kamdai Yunluo walked into the Shadow Gate first and arrived at the battlefield in one step.
The next moment, I had already returned
The Hundred-Eyed Ghost from the Guishen Bridge actually flew out again. You must know that she had only been practicing for three days at this time, so she shouldn't have appeared!
Zong Cheng told the old man earlier that Qing Ji went to steal something halfway through the first game of chess. In fact, Qing Ji brought the god Yun Luo to the clock because he was next to the forbidden object of the clock.
Time will flow ten times faster!
The puppet master Zong Cheng used it to draw more paintings, and Jindai Yunluo used it to summon the Hundred-Eyed Ghost again four days earlier!
If the Shroud is a natural match for the Chen painter, perhaps this clock is the most suitable artifact for Onmyoji, allowing them to shorten their hiatus after losing their shikigami from seven days to half a day!
Jindai Yunluo shrank his hands in his sleeves and showed his full strength: "How can such a lively event be without me?"
His white figure stood out in the gray battlefield, aloof and independent.
At this time, dozens of gods and Buddhas besieged the rice plantation, singeing the girl's hair. Just when the gods and Buddhas in the sky were about to strangle the girl on the spot, the small and 100-eyed ghost had disappeared on the spot.
When she reappeared, she was already standing in front of Yangyang!
The two blood eyes between the eyebrows of the hundred-hundred-eyed ghost suddenly opened, the eyes of the Silver Duke in the palm of his hand opened, and the eyes of the old fortune-teller King on the back of his hand also opened!
The world of ten directions!
The world roared, invisible force shattered everything, and more than two hundred gods and Buddhas just disappeared into thin air!
The Hundred-Eyed Ghost smiled and turned around, pushing the girl into a crack in some space. The girl disappeared in the crack, and when she reappeared, she was already at Qingchen's side.
The power of this space is as unpredictable as ghosts and gods.
In the blink of an eye, the Hundred-Eyed Ghost turned around and attacked again, fighting with all the gods in the sky. The gods and Buddhas in the sky actually had nothing to do with her.
However, more than two hundred demigod-level Buddhas quietly gathered around, chanting unknown Sanskrit words, burning the entire sky brightly.
They want to seal off the entire sky to restrict the movement space of the Hundred-Eyed Ghost!
Although the hundred-eyed ghosts are ferocious, they are unable to break through the shackles of the demigods. They are enemies of more than two hundred demigods and Buddhas, and they are still overwhelmed after all.
Qingji said: "She is going to lose."
"It doesn't matter," Jindai Yunluo said softly: "Losing is expected. I didn't plan to win from the beginning."
"Huh?" Qingji looked at him.
Jindai Yunluo smiled and said: "I just want to buy Qingchen a little more time.
That's all...Qingchen, come back, the world not only needs us, it also needs you!"
The sound flew far away and reached Qingchen's ears on Hu Jingyi's back.
In the gray fog world, Qingchen was still punching the invisible wall with punch after punch.
He doesn't know how long he has been beating, nor how long he will continue to beat, but as long as the seal shackles are not broken for a day, he will keep beating like this!
At this time, he heard someone shouting in the gray fog time: "Qingchen, 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 shouts of death, calls, and curses. He heard the noise and expectations of the world.
Qingchen beat the invisible wall like crazy. He just felt that it should be a little bit close, but he didn't know what the difference was!
Do I want the memory in this seal for the strength of the seal, or for something else?
In the seven-hour story told by 1, what is it that he wants most?
They are those people who should be remembered by him but have forgotten it! Qingchen suddenly retreated and roared headlong into the invisible wall. There was a boom, as if glass was vibrating and making a thunderous sound.
With a click, Qingchen watched as a crack appeared in the invisible wall. The sound was like a glacier that had not melted for hundreds of millions of years, beginning to disintegrate!
For a time, the gray fog from all over the world rushed toward the crack crazily, and the crack grew bigger and bigger until it penetrated the sky and the earth!
When the gray fog dissipated, Qingchen looked at the majestic palace behind the invisible wall, leading to the sky!
He took a step and hit the invisible wall. With a bang, the invisible wall finally shattered.
The next second, the majestic palace also shattered, and the end of the palace could not be seen.
The brilliant flying birds in the palace painting penetrated into Qingchen’s body!
Memories are starting to come flooding back!...
Laojun Mountain.
Wrench and Haw opened the door blocking the students in the light of the fire! You will have no regrets in this life, take care!
--On the cliff of a green mountain.
Suddenly, a ray of light broke through the clouds and mountains at the edge of the sky. Then, the red light quickly smudged out.
Finally it's gold.
The layers of sunrise colors look like a golden sea in the distance. The tide is hanging upside down and pouring down to the earth.
The old man said: "It took me a lifetime to understand a truth." Qingchen asked: "What truth."
The old man looked at Chaoyang and said with a smile: "The wind that I rode when I was young is more valuable than gold."
After saying that, the old man looked at the giant tree from the top of the mountain, and saw a colorful red bird hovering above the tree crown, extremely gorgeous.
But I heard him laugh enthusiastically as he swayed out from the top of the mountain: "If only I could have one ounce of gold and one ounce of wind when I was young!"
The laughter was like a dream, a bit regretful, a bit letting go, a bit stubborn, a bit free and easy.
-a02 base.
At night, Qingchen stopped building the stone wall and suddenly stood on the edge of the pigsty and asked softly: "What are your names?"
"Zhao Mingke." "Wang Yuchao."
Zhao Mingke suddenly said: "Sir, you know the meaning of these six words, success does not depend on me."
Qingchen 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, the victory you achieve will definitely be a false victory."
Late at night in a northern city.
In the Age of Gods, a comprehensive search was conducted for members of the Parents' Association.
Xiaoliu was dragged behind the car, shouting... Take a look at the new world for me!
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Outside the Forbidden Land No. 002.
For a quarter of an hour in the human world, the god Qingzhun gently wiped the tears from Qingchen's eyes.
He looked at it for a moment, hugged his brother gently, and then let go.
"Xiaochen, the road I can walk with you ends here."
"Run, at a speed that even despair can't catch up with. Kill all your enemies. Stand on my shoulders and take a look at the world that should be yours.
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City No. 10 is in the midst of a rat tide.
After the Kunlun members blocked the door to the rooftop with a sofa, everyone sat crowded on the sofa. Iodophor couldn't get a seat because it was too late, so he could only sit on the armrest of the sofa, which was a bit painful for his buttocks.
Everyone just sat quietly, looking at the night sky in the distance. Behind them, the rat banged on the door, but the sofa was stuck, so it couldn't be opened.
"Tell me, after we leave, will Boss Zheng, Lu Yuan and the others miss us?"
"Then I must be thinking, Lu Yuan makes me wash his socks every fucking day, and I almost vomit. Do you think this is bullying within the organization? Can I report him?"
"What did you do earlier? You should have told Boss Zheng earlier. The boss had already whipped him."
"Then should I live a little longer, or let's get up and watch for a while. I want to hold on until I return to report."
"Hahahahaha!" "Hahahahahaha!"
The laughter lingered on the roof of the building and lingered for a long time.
Gradually, everyone became quiet. These days, everyone's minds were filled with each other's shouts, "The mouse is coming, the mouse is coming again," just a few words over and over again, and my ears were numb.
Boring.
At this time, Iodophor said: "Brothers, the time is almost up... I am lucky to be able to spend this life with you. In the next life, we can still be brothers."
"Three lives are lucky." "Three lives are lucky!" - Outside Baiyin City. "Noon has arrived."
He Jinqiu in the clouds is looking up at the sky above his head.
He saw the vast Milky Way hanging upside down in the darkness, and saw the stars in the sky within reach.
Vast, majestic. Silent.
No one thought that it would be so tragic
In the battlefield, the sword immortal who came alone suddenly stared at Xinghan's brilliant queen and fell into a trance.
In fact, he was able to wield a sword as early as two months ago, but he had never been to the sky to see this refreshing scenery.
Only now did he realize what he had missed in his life. "It's so beautiful," He Jinqiu praised, and a tear flowed from the corner of his eye. It was not sad or tragic.
He only admired how big the world was and how narrow life was.
At this moment, the black hair on his head turned into white hair, and his head turned white in an instant!
He Jinqiu smiled and sighed: "Flowers will bloom again, and no one will be young anymore..." He has been stumbling all the way through his life.
I've been right, I've missed it, I've cried, I've laughed, I've been restrained, I've been outrageous.
But when I look back, I have taken so many wrong paths.
On the road there are fierce tigers in the morning and long snakes at night, grinding their teeth and sucking blood, killing people like hemp.
But it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter.
But He Jinqiu suddenly fell, and he drove nineteen flying swords around him. The flying swords became faster and faster, until he could no longer distinguish which was the sword and which was the human.
After becoming a demigod, the Heart Sword becomes particularly bright.
It was as if a meteor fell from the sky, drawing a straight line of bright light, penetrating the clouds at an unimaginable speed and heading straight for the aerial fortress. One second later.
That unique light in the world actually penetrated from the sky above the Silver No. and penetrated out from the bottom!
It’s hard to get back from the journey!--In the Mid-Levels Manor.
Li Yunshou helped his father back to Baopu Building. Li Xiurui said: "You can think that what he said tonight is just fart. When your grandfather asked me to be the head of the family, he said that the head of the family has great responsibilities and I have to do it. Later I I always think about what bullshit I have to do, just to trick me... Shou, although I don’t know what you saw, and I don’t know what he wants you to do. But your path, you actually You can choose by yourself.”
Li Yunshou smiled: "No need to bother, father, I am very satisfied with my ending."
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...
In the parking lot of Central Royal City.
The mistress looked at Xiaojin and her nose suddenly became sore: "I'm sorry!"
After saying that, he actually took out the pistol from his waist, held Xiao Jin's head tightly, pointed it at Xiao Jin's head and pulled the trigger.
With a bang, Xiao Jin died without struggling.
"People who are alive, take a look at the new world for me," Xiao San took a deep breath, pointed the gun at his own chin, pulled the trigger again, and fell down in the dark parking lot.
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This is not only Qingchen’s memory, but also the spiritual resonance that he forcibly snatched from the will of the world when he smuggled out of the will of the other world!
Qingchen lowered his head in this world of consciousness.
It was not 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, we must use fire!
Qingchen opened his eyes and whispered: "I'm back."
Xiao Qi was stunned, and Luo Wanya was stunned. They almost thought they heard wrong!
Just because of these words, these thousands of people fell into silence, and then became excited!
The next moment, Qingchen just raised his head, and the long night disappeared. The sky seemed to have been forcefully opened, and the sun shone on the battlefield unbridled!
Not only the battlefield, but also the whole world was as bright as day. City No. 10, City No. 22, the Central Royal City...all the city residents walked out and looked at the sky in confusion.
They looked at the stars still hanging in the sky and the sea that had not dried up. No one knew all this just because one person woke up.
Qingchen said softly to everyone: "Thank you, you have done your work, now it's my turn."
If this long night will not pass by itself, then I will push it away with my own hands.
Zong Cheng stood on the ridge of the mountain and looked at the sunshine, and just sighed softly: "It's over, it's still a step too slow. The world is really unfair. After preparing for so long, once you wake up, I can only become It's a foil." The words came out.
God has reappeared in the world.
But the feeling this time was completely different from the previous ones. It was as if a new world was born and the sun was shining.
Qingchen jumped into the world
Thousands of rays of light, that extremely brilliant divine cut cut open the heaven and the earth.
The stars in the sky are spinning around like the moon rising in the east and setting in the west countless times, a thousand years in a second.
The countless gods and Buddhas in the sky surrounded and attacked them, but they could only turn into gorgeous fireworks in the sky, and no one was spared.
The puppet master had been carefully preparing for more than a hundred years, but it was all gone. When Qingchen became a true god, everything came and went.
When the gorgeous and bright light passed through, the fire god Zhurong, the water god Gonggong, twelve Chen painters, and thousands of laborers ceased to exist.
It seems like a moment has passed, and it seems like a thousand years have passed.
Qingchen broke away from his anxious state and slowly landed on the ground. He hugged Yangyang, and then turned around to look at the devastated world.
As they breathed, green grass grew on the battlefield and small flowers bloomed on the mountains. Everyone was smiling.
Luo Wanya said from the side: "Boss, please say a few words. This is the resting place of your comrades. They can hear what you say."
Qingchen was silent for a moment:
If winter will always pass, if spring will always come, then I wish that everyone in this world can choose a loved one and find a place to settle down. I wish that there will be dumplings on the winter solstice, rice dumplings on the Dragon Boat Festival, and mooncakes on the Mid-Autumn Festival.
But if we can never see each other again, then I hope that the swords and guns of this world will be stored in the warehouse and the horses will be released in Nanshan.
I hope children can fly kites in the park and old men can practice swordplay in the park.
I hope you will have soy milk and fried dough sticks when you go downstairs. I hope you will still be a young man after decades of wind and rain.
.not finished.
But for me, or according to my previous habits, the text ends here.
This time, in the form of a postscript, I will unravel the threads of He Jinqiu, zard, and Qingzhun. In addition, I will write short stories such as unraveling the forbidden sea and being unable to challenge the life and death barrier, and Kamdai Yunluo establishing a training academy.
But these should wait until I take a few days off, and then I will update the postscript for free. After updating the postscript, I will write the closing remarks, or I will not write the closing remarks.
In short, the main story of Nomenclature of the Night has been serialized for a year and a half, and it comes to an end here. We will see you in a few days.