175. One knife can mend the sky, and people can be wiped out like stars.
Volume 7 Starry Sky Evil God
Final Volume, Children of the Stars
All the stars turned into dust for you. Only dust turned into stars because of you.
Xing mainly controls, Beidi Ling mainly attacks, one is a god and demon, and the other is a killing god. While talking and laughing, the evil god disappeared into ashes and evaporated in the starry sky.
The stars hovering in the sky were stunned at first, and then were shocked, bursting into a burst of joyful shouts that shone across the sky and the earth.
finally!
Under the control of the Star Lord, Beidi Ling was finally able to exert her absolute god-level strength and kill the evil god in one fell swoop!
That shocking sword was incomparable, flashing across the starry sky, covering the brilliance of countless stars in one time.
But unlike the cheering crowd, Beidi Ling, the one who killed the evil god, didn't look very happy. Instead, she cast her eyes towards the distant dome with a slightly lonely expression.
At the end of the dome, the remaining light of the stardust gradually dissipated.
"..."
Beidi Ling remained silent, and the Huo Jianjian slowly slipped from the center of the sword, turning into a shadow and dissipating.
At the same time, thousands of thoughts flashed through Wei Cheng's mind, and instead of Ling who could not speak, he asked Emperor Qin not far away: "Who was sacrificed?"
The Eye of Heaven can monitor everything in the heavens. The sword of Beidi Ling that killed the evil god relied on its own divine power, but the previous sword penetrated thousands of evil god projections. It was powerful but also had to pay a certain price.
And this price...may not necessarily be paid by Beidi Ling alone.
"Jiaxuan layman, Xin Qiji."
"Xiangshan layman, Bai Letian."
"Marquis of Huaiyin, Han Xin."
"These three people have all passed away. Now that the dark forest has been destroyed, there are no tombs of martyrs left in the world. They can only be remembered in our hearts."
The death knell is long.
Wei Cheng put his arms around Ling's shoulders and slowly clenched his fists under the sound of the death knell at dusk.
The price of that sword strike is that the light of several stars in the starry sky will be permanently dimmed?
And judging from Emperor Qin's calm reaction, this matter has been repeated many times, and he himself has long been used to it.
"If you are curious about why I know the names of future generations, you don't need to ask any more. The sword holder has guarded China for thousands of years and informed me of the most primitive history."
The king in dragon robe slowly closed his eyes, and scenes seemed to be reflected in the depths of his eyes.
Time goes back to the moment when Beidi Lingdao slashed thousands of evil god projections.
The overwhelming sword light shone across the heavens and briefly obscured the sight of the ancients of Wangchuan.
At that moment, no one said anything, they just smiled tacitly.
"Ah, they are just like pigs being slaughtered. Who will become the unlucky ghost contaminated by evil energy in this war of all realms?" Some ancients even sneered like this. In addition to resentment against the injustice of the world, they also
Most of them are helpless and sad about this bloody reality.
After struggling all his life, his achievements are recognized by future generations and become stars twinkling in the sky. It is such an honor and honor to be able to fight side by side with the legendary kings of all generations, but it also brings unspeakable sadness.
The Star Lord incarnated into the starry sky and breathed a sigh of relief to all the heavens and worlds, but made people unable to rest in peace, and the deceased great men had to fight against the evil gods in the sky.
Every time the evil god attacks the seal, the starlight will inevitably be extinguished. In the past, without the gods taking action, more starlight would often be extinguished, and often a large nebula would form once it was extinguished.
"Well, without this sword light, I don't know how many brothers would have died this time. Now we only need to randomly select a few people to go out and die. This is the way to defeat the enemy at the lowest cost." Someone also smiled bitterly.
So, who wants to step forward?
Faced with this problem, the ancients fell into silence.
Death is like a lamp going out!
Of course, they are all dead, and dying again is not that terrible, but when the stars disappear in the night sky, it means that they may disappear forever from the memory of future generations.
Literary men love fame rather than profit, and they seek a posthumous name; warriors strive for fame and fortune, and although they seek a name during their lifetime, they do not want to be discredited after death; what's more, most of the ancients who are qualified to become stars are both civil and military.
generation.
They are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of being forgotten. This is a cold blade that is much more uncomfortable than death. When the dark forest has been destroyed and the martyr's tomb no longer exists, once you die for this knife, no one will remember it in the future.
Keep your name.
The swords and lights rotated, and the three specific people were about to be selected.
At this time, there was a cough, and a man in green clothes walked out on his own initiative.
"I danced with the army all night long while I was drunk, and the man is determined to die. Let me try my hand at mending the cracks in the sky."
"The war in the southeast has not ended yet. Who is the hero of the world who can rival Cao Liu? Having a son should be like Sun Zhongmou."
"If anyone sacrifices to me someday, I expect that I will already be in the Central Plains."
Reciting the words written during his lifetime, he pretended to be a young general on the battlefield, but in the end it became the joy and sorrow of the poet's death.
Xin Qiji, a layman from Jiaxuan in the Southern Song Dynasty, took the initiative to stand up. His green clothes reflected in the bloody sword light looked like the afterglow of the setting sun.
"When you die, you know that everything will be in vain, but you will never see the same sadness as all the other states." This sentence was written by his friend Lu You before his death.
Nowadays, thousands of years have passed, dynasties have been changed several times, and the Southern Song Dynasty no longer exists, but this still cannot erase Xin Qiji's influence on later generations.
But the biggest regret in his life was that he failed to succeed in the Northern Expedition, and Beidi Ling was now heading north to kill the evil god, which touched his mind about the Northern Expedition.
Even if it is forgotten by the world, so what!
The regret of not being able to extinguish the money when I died, if I can make up for it now, then it will be a worthwhile trip.
"Since we have come to Wangchuan, we are all of the same generation. Jiaxuan layman, let's go on the road together." A scholar in white clothes said, and a blue star appeared behind him.
"Senior Bai, you are a contemporary literary star. Do you really want to go on the road with me?" Jiaxuan layman said with a bitter smile.
This is a big shot!
Lotte layman Bai Juyi was born in the mid-Tang Dynasty. His attainments in poetry were astonishing. As a descendant, Xin Qiji also admired this old man more than once.
Now, Senior Bai is actually rushing to go there, why is this?
"There is no need for a reason to devote oneself to the overall situation. What's more, even if I lose my name and surname, my poems will still be there, so why should I be afraid of trying to make people forget me?"
"It's me who is narrow-minded, Senior Bai."
As soon as these words came out, the ancient crowd became a little commotion.
The name has been lost, but the poems are still there. Such an open-minded state of mind made many people see through it at this moment.
Yes, even if you forget the name, the past works will not disappear. As long as future generations are still reading those ancient poems, they will naturally think of the author's name.
From this point of view, this sword light is simply prepared for literati who are not afraid of death. Even if they sacrifice themselves, their reputation for poetry will still be passed down to future generations.
But because of the previous hesitation, the light of the sword was about to dissipate, and people were about to be recruited at random.
"As a battlefield general, You An, you must always have a real general with you. The enemy is the evil god. You are a fake scholar and a weak scholar. Are you looking down on our soldiers?" At the last moment, a young figure wearing armor appeared.
Take the initiative to step into the light of the sword.
"Marquis Huaiyin!?"
"Don't call me that title! In my most prosperous period, I was still a general. Call me General Han."
The Immortal of Soldiers...the unparalleled warriors of the country...will conquer every attack and win every battle. From a young boy in poverty to a prince, from a favor with a meal to repaying it with a thousand pieces of gold, he can put aside his grudges even for the humiliation of his crotch.
A great general in troubled times, Han Xin.
However, peace is determined by the general, and the general is not allowed to see peace. This is also Han Xin.
One person is famous throughout the world, and one level can defeat hundreds of levels. He fought for the title of prince with a pure heart, and his meals were worth a thousand gold... but in the end, he ended up with the bleak ending of white silk and poisonous wine, just because he can see the overall situation of the world clearly.
I can't understand the expression of my old friend the emperor.
Thinking of old friends and feeling the kindness, Kuang is the king!
He led the Han Dynasty to create a prosperous age and became famous, but he also died in the hands of the emperor.
A well-deserved general died in such a depressing manner, so naturally he has regrets.
Even Emperor Qin, who had an overall view of the world, had to give praise when he saw this "enemy" who overthrew the Qin Dynasty.
"He is a wizard who leads troops. If he only talks about marching and fighting, he is comparable to Bai Qi, Lord Wu'an during the Warring States Period."
When three of us travel together, we must be my teacher.
Quoting this wise saying from the Master, in the light of Beidi Ling's sword, the above exchanges turned into light and shadow, and time began to flow again.
Except for the three who took the initiative to stand up, the other ancients were kicked out of this mysterious and mysterious realm. Then, they killed the evil god with one sword and annihilated thousands of projections in an instant!
That flash of sword light wiped away the endless darkness. With one sword strike, it patched the sky and cooperated with the Star Master's sealing power to scatter all the remaining evil energy of the evil god. With one sword, it destroyed the evil god's body and slashed deep into the seal.
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Finally, Beidi Ling put down the Huo Chi Sword. After the light of the sword dissipated and everyone celebrated for defeating the evil god, only a few people noticed that the light of three big stars was extinguished.
