After Nyx's figure disappeared, the night that shrouded everyone's heads gradually disappeared into the eastern sky.
The hazy fog appeared in the field of vision again, wrapping up several people. Baili Pangpang, Cao Yuan, Shen Qingzhu, Jia Lan, Jiang Er, and An Qingyu walked from different directions in the fog and returned to Lin Qiye's house.
around.
They stared at the heart in Lin Qiye's hand and fell into silence.
They all saw the scene just now.
"Qiye...she said that Senior Sword Master still has a chance to come back. Is it true?" Baili Pangpang asked.
Lin Qiye was silent for a moment, "Mother will not lie. What she says is true is true."
Everyone's expressions softened slightly.
Only Lin Qiye was still looking at the glow of night in the east, motionless like a sculpture.
"What are you thinking about?" Jialan asked softly.
"I'm thinking about the name of our team."
"Name?" After hearing these two words, everyone else turned to look at Lin Qiye, "Have you thought about it?"
"maybe."
Lin Qiye looked at the corner of the night in the east, then looked down at the heart in his palm, and said slowly:
"Our team was born out of despair and came from the darkest place. Along the way, we have gained and lost.
Our existence is not for meritorious service, not for reputation... only for what we can see with our eyes and hear with our ears, without disaster, without evil, without injustice, without sacrifice.
The world is too big and there are too many sentient beings for us to manage, nor do we want to.
It doesn’t matter whether the world is destroyed or the gods are angered..."
Several star marks flashed in Lin Qiye's eyes, and in the sky above their heads, a dark night began to spread rapidly, covering more than ten kilometers in the blink of an eye.
The world became dark again.
【Night falls】.
This night is his forbidden ruins and his domain.
He raised his hand and pointed at the night above his head,
"I just want this night,
For those whom I cherish, eternal peace;
The souls of those I oppose will be destroyed;
I want our destiny to be our own, I want us to be invincible!
One day, I will make this night a forbidden land for the gods.
Here...we are our own gods.
our names,
It’s called [Night].”
After Lin Qiye finished speaking, everyone froze on the spot.
After a long time, they came to their senses.
"The fifth special team of Daxia, [Night] Team...sounds good." Cao Yuan said thoughtfully.
"I admit, it sounds a little nicer than my nickname of 'Ba Tian'." Baili Pangpang shrugged, "Only a little bit..."
Lin Qiye turned to look at the others, "What do you think?"
"Whatever you want to call Qiye, I agree." Jialan's eyes shone.
"As night falls, is it a forbidden place for the gods..." Shen Qingzhu nodded, "It's very domineering, I have no objection."
"I have no objection either." An Qingyu nodded.
Jiang Er, who was floating aside, could not speak and could only nod in agreement.
Seeing that everyone had no objections, Lin Qiye said, "In that case, our team name will be [Night]. When I return to Daxia, I will formally submit an application to the superiors."
With a wave of his hand, clouds of energy appeared around a few people, lifting them up and chasing them towards the broken city that was retreating.
Lin Qiye's eyes swept across the city, and suddenly, he froze on the spot.
"What's wrong?" Cao Yuan noticed something strange about Lin Qiye and asked.
Lin Qiye was stunned for a long time, a hint of bitterness flashed in his eyes.
"So that's how it is... I didn't realize it until now..."
"What did you find?" Baili Pangpang asked in confusion.
"Don't you think it's strange?" Lin Qiye stretched out his hand, pointed at the broken city flying in the mist, and slowly said, "This city was cut off from Daxia by the God of Wind. It carries the strong wind and heads towards Egypt.
move……
However, the God of Wind has already left.
Why is this city still flying?
And... keep flying in the direction of going home."
Everyone was stunned at the same time and turned to look at the huge city flying in the fog. After a moment, everyone's eyes showed disbelief.
In the hazy mist,
At the bottom of that huge city that blocks out the sky and the sun,
A sword is supporting an entire city, flying slowly but firmly.
——[Dragon Elephant Sword].
That is Zhou Ping's sword.
At this moment, Lin Qiye finally understood where Zhou Ping's original sword had gone.
He once thought that the Dragon Elephant Sword had been broken as early as Zhou Ping's battle with the gods, but what he never expected was that Zhou Ping's sword was still there.
This sword has held up the entire city since he first defeated the Fengshen and was seriously injured.
Even if his consciousness was blurred, even if he faced the three gods with empty hands, even if his body disappeared without a trace, the sword... still didn't tremble at all.
He, his sword, has been moving forward with a heavy load.
This was Zhou Ping's third sword strike from the very beginning.
The "go home" sword.
The seven people stood at the bottom of the majestic city, looking up at the sword carrying the city forward. The sadness that they had suppressed in their hearts surged into their hearts uncontrollably...
Their eye circles are a little red.
After a long time, Lin Qiye looked at the city-defying sword and bent down deeply, his voice trembling slightly.
"Respectfully invite...teacher to go home."
…
In the broken city.
Between the mountains, an illusory black figure slowly stood up. Under his feet was a complex and strange pattern.
Amon held the black scepter in his hand and stared at the magnificent pattern at his feet, with a cold smile on his lips.
"The Curse of National Destiny is ready to be completed..."
"Those two losers, Hugh and Seth, failed in the end... But the human being has died, and the god who controls the night has left. Now, no one can stop me anymore.
Curse the fate of the country and take away this city again, everything will return to normal..."
He slowly raised the scepter in his hand, and the cold and evil divine power surged around him, and a bone-chilling aura spread on the edge of the city!
Boom——!!
The bottom of the scepter in his hand hit the pattern heavily.
A dark ripple spread out quickly, sweeping across many mountain peaks, as if a stone had been dropped between the ponds, disturbing the fate of the entire dragon vein.
There is more than one dragon vein in Daxia, but every one of them can have an impact on the fate of the country. The knowledge and power related to the fate of the country have slowly disappeared in the long river of time. The entire world knows how to use luck to achieve success.
There aren't many attacks left.
And Amon is one of them.
His curse can affect the national destiny of the entire Great Xia through a dragon vein, just like a drop of ink dropped into a pot, it will soon permeate the entire Great Xia.