Chapter 138: The sky is dry and the things are dry 7
At the same moment, accompanied by the ubiquitous breeze blowing.
Those Yunhuaxing people waiting in the city seemed to have heard the words of their ancestors, and seemed to have seen the confrontation at the ruins of the Star Capital.
Everyone was silent. In the silence, they all pricked their fingertips at the same time, and drops of blood continued to drip into the dust.
They vowed together to coexist peacefully and never be in trouble.[
Blood gathers on the earth, and the wind ripples across the world.
The black resentment that was about to be extinguished by Rakshasa and Fluttering Light's dragnet slowly stopped struggling and hung in the air.
"Everyone makes mistakes. If you know your mistakes and can correct them, why bother to kill them all?" In the midst of the news, the cold Rakshasa suddenly said coldly: "Kill or keep, you decide for yourself."
He will kill all his enemies.
However, not everyone in the world is an enemy.
He, a Rakshasa, is not a good person, let alone a saint. He just never kills people he shouldn't kill.
After saying this, Rakshasa threw down the dragnet, turned around and walked away holding the shaking light that could no longer hold up. Several figures disappeared in a flash. He did not have the leisure to resolve their disputes.
At this time, it is important to treat the fluctlight.
When the wind blows gently, no one is wrong.
Silence and emptiness, silence and silence.
After a long, long time.
The faint mist on Yunhua Star suddenly began to dissipate, and the sky that had always been foggy began to reveal a deep blue color that had never been revealed in thousands of years.
The oppressive aura that had been lingering on Yunhua Star slowly disappeared, as if a layer of invisible shackles had been taken off and people were relaxed.
The sky is clear and clear, with clear blue clouds and white clouds.
The sun is bright and the smell is fragrant.
At this moment, Yunhuaxing was reborn.
"Victory, victory..." I don't know who took the lead in shouting, and then the voices one after another resounded throughout the sky above Yunhuaxing.
Ten thousand years of fighting, ten thousand years of resistance, today we finally return to dust.
How much blood and tears, how much resentment, are transformed into time and space.[
The breeze is blowing and the white clouds are formless.
The night is filled with darkness, and the stars and moon compete with each other in the sky.
Ten days later.
Rakshasa stood in the stone forest of Yuntian City, looked at the stone woman, frowned and said, "That's it?"
The stone woman looked at Rakshasa with a smile and said, "Yes, love is something that cannot be expressed in words. He can only experience it with his heart."
Rakshasa frowned and thought for a long time, then flicked his sleeves and left.