Seven hundred and sixty-fifth chapter can you rest in peace
Tang Tian heard a buzzing tremor, but before he could react, the bronze nameplate in his hand broke free from Tang Tian's grasp and flew towards the sky.
At this moment, countless bronze nameplates flew up from the Sea of Rest, and they shot towards the sky.
Each bronze nameplate flew into the sky and turned into a void soul shadow. In the blink of an eye, dense shadows rushed towards the sky from every corner of the Sea of Rest, and the scene was extremely spectacular.
"The Corps is in danger and needs support!"
A heroic spirit shouted.
Countless heroic souls behind him shouted in unison: "Southern Cross Corps, advance!"
Countless heroic souls crazily hit the sky like a tide. There is an invisible barrier in the sky, like a copper wall. When the heroic souls hit it, the sky did not move at all. The heroic souls turned into countless bronze fragments and fell into the sea of rest.
Bang bang bang.
It felt like rain at Tang Tian's feet. He looked down and saw fragments of the bronze nameplate falling like raindrops.
But heroic souls come one after another, like the tide.
"The Corps is in danger and needs support!"
"Southern Cross Corps, advance!"
Hysterical roars echoed over the Sea of Rest. Countless shadows crashed into the sky even more crazily, and more bronze fragments scattered. But more shadows soared from the Sea of Rest and crashed into the sky.
"The Corps is in danger and needs support!"
Another heroic soul took over the command, and it roared like an angry lion.
His response was a roar: "Southern Cross Corps, advance!"
A large group of heroic souls crashed into the sky.
Shattered into pieces and scattered into the sea.
"The Corps is in danger and needs support!"
A female hero shouted, she resolutely hit the sky.
Behind her were countless phantoms following closely: "Southern Cross Regiment, move forward!"
"The Corps is in danger and needs support!"
"Southern Cross Corps, advance!"
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Tang Tian looked at the scene in front of him with confusion and shock. Looking at the waves of crazy collisions, he didn't understand what they were doing.
After countless collisions, all the heroic souls were shattered into pieces and scattered into the sea.
The sea of rest returns to silence.
The fragments of bronze nameplates slowly gathered together, and the cracked bronze nameplates floated on the sea.
Heroic souls slowly floated up from the bronze nameplates one by one. Their bodies were covered with cracks, like porcelain figures that had been broken and re-glued. Looking around, there was no end in sight.
A heroic soul with cracks all over its body flew into the sky, and Tang Tian recognized it. He was the first heroic soul to hit the sky. With so many heroic souls, no one saw Tang Tian.
All the heroic souls raised their heads.
"It's been ten thousand years." The voice of the hero's soul echoed over the Sea of Rest: "It's been ten thousand years, one hundred years of reincarnation, and we still haven't rushed out. That battle must have been over long ago. In these ten thousand years, again
There is no new soul, the Corps may have died, and what we are doing now may be meaningless."
The densely packed heroic souls below were silent.
"But what if? What if the Corps is still fighting? What if there are still people in the Corps alive? What if the Corps is waiting to rise? For a group of dead old guys, one in 10,000 hope is enough!"
He suddenly shouted loudly: "The life and death of the regiment are unknown, how can we rest in peace!"
What responded to him was a roar like a landslide and tsunami: "Fight!"
He turned around, raised his face, faced the sky above his head, opened his arms, and looked at his cracked face with unspeakable determination: "A hundred years later, we will be side by side again!"
What responded to him were the figures floating next to him one by one, and the hoarse shouts that stirred up the Black Sea: "Fight, fight, fight!"
"Southern Cross Regiment!"
Silent roars and shouts gathered into a torrent that swept across the Sea of Rest.
"Forward!" "Forward!" "Forward!"
The heroic souls filling the sky dragged countless phantoms, like moths flying into the flames, like the elite guards filling the sea. They crashed into the sky desperately and desperately.
Tang Tian's tears and runny nose flowed freely. His chest felt like it was blocked by something, and it felt like something was burning. He felt uncomfortable and proud at the same time.
In the past ten thousand years, in the unknown sea of rest, in the sea of rest that everyone thought was the paradise, such a heroic battle would take place every hundred years. These departed heroic souls gave up their rest.
, fighting so persistently, so desperately, so crazy.
Is this the Southern Cross Corps? He is the one who carries the legacy of the Southern Cross Corps!
How can you just sit back and watch?
Even if it's an illusion, even if it's an illusion, even if it's a group of dead heroes, even if they're doing something stupid.
With such persistent beliefs, such deep emotions, such heroic feelings, and such sacrificial bravery, how can you stand by and watch?
Tang Tian didn't know whether he was crying or roaring. He only had one thought, fight!
He opened his fists, and the calm sea of rest began to become turbulent.
Only brave people can face the futility of failure again and again. Only brave people will persist in their beliefs and fight even after death. Only brave people will not flinch when faced with the boundary between life and death and slim hope.
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Only the brave will win!
Tang Tian's eyes were blurred with tears, and countless rays of light converged on his fist from all corners of the Sea of Rest.
A dazzling light lit up on Tang Tian's fist, and the black sea of rest seemed like a sun rising.
Countless heroic souls witnessed this sun, and they turned into countless black shadows and threw themselves into this sun.
Has the boundary of dreams been broken?
Tang Tian didn't know, but he felt the deep hope and expectation contained in that determined determination and crazy fighting spirit.
Tears welled up in my eyes again.
Tang Tian's fists continued to expand, and the light from his right fist was so dazzling that his figure was almost invisible.
The Sea of Rest seems to be boiling, with tsunamis rolling, lightning and thunder.
Those changes in Tang Tian's Liuli state of mind seemed to be filled with clouds and smoke. The devil's whole body was filled with light. The blue flowers between his fingers flew up and turned into a fluffy of magical and beautiful blue flowers, falling down and dancing and circling. Angry fist
The angry flames jumping between the seals beat powerfully, like war drums. Every time they beat, a wave of blazing red light sweeps across.
Tang Tian gave everything he had, and he had no reservations.
The last three light pillars of the Divine Fist Light Tree suddenly merged into one and turned into the only light pillar, which continued to grow toward the ground. They grew slower and slower, and stopped three feet above the ground.
Still a little worse! Still a little worse...
At this moment, a roaring roar sounded in his ears.
"The life and death of the corps are unknown, how can we rest in peace!"
One after another, heroic souls flew into Tang Tian's body from all directions. They entered Tang Tian's mind and turned into specks of light, one after another, throwing themselves at the hanging trunk of the Divine Fist Light Tree.
Compared with the towering trunk of the Divine Fist Light Tree, they were as small as sand.
But there are more and more light sands, and they continue to sink into the main trunk of the light tree.
The main trunk of the Divine Fist Light Tree miraculously began to slowly grow downward.
The moment the trunk of the light tree came into contact with Tang Tian's glassy state of mind, Tang Tian's body was shaken, and his face was filled with tears.
The divine fist that had never been completed was completed for the first time, and the violent Sea of Rest suddenly calmed down, as if it was suppressed by an invisible hand.
"break!"
Tang Tian punched the sky.
The sky is shattered.
The boundless black sea of rest beneath your feet was annihilated and dissipated like broken light.
Everything around him is like a bursting bubble, constantly being annihilated.
Tang Tian felt like the world was spinning, and his consciousness was drifting away bit by bit. Before he fell into unconsciousness, he vaguely heard the thundering cheers.
The face full of tears couldn't help but smile.
In Dongxian City at night, the streets were extremely quiet. During this special period, no one would go out at night.
Yin Wufeng looked at the house in front of him and sneaked in quietly.
He has been doing this for many years, and has assassinated countless celebrities, so he is naturally familiar with the art of assassination. He arrived in Dongxian City a few days ago, but he did not take action, but carefully inquired about the information. The assassination did not seem difficult, but if he wanted to
To succeed in the attack, adequate preparation is essential. The more information you have, the greater the room for deployment.
This is not only to make it easier to succeed, but also to be able to retreat calmly when you miss.
You only have one life, the target's life is the same, and the assassin's life is also the same. As long as you keep your life, it means there is still a chance. In the pursuit of a fatal blow, increasing your own risks, in the eyes of a veteran like Yin Wufeng,
It's the most stupid thing.
He inquired very clearly. For example, every family in Dongxian City had surrendered to Ghost Face. This was originally a big trouble, but he was lucky. It was said that the elites of each tribe were taken out of the city by one of Ghost Face's subordinates.
Ghostface was surrounded only by Xu Ye and Ling Bu.
Xu Ye's strength is low, not enough to pose a threat to Yin Wufeng, and he is also seriously injured. Lingbu Kuprio's physical fitness is good, but in the eyes of a strong man of his level, his combat effectiveness is almost zero.
None of this is important. The focus of Yin Wufeng's investigation is whether Ghost Face is injured. This is the key to this assassination.
A strong man who could resist the one-armed scythe of Death without getting hurt, Yin Wufeng immediately turned around and ran away, because this meant that the opponent had already touched the highest level of power.
There are no more than five strong men who have entered the realm of law in the entire sin realm. Yin Wufeng knows who can and cannot be provoked, and these people must not be provoked.
If you are injured, it means that the law is perfect and it is just a temporary outbreak.
Although a strong man of this level makes Yin Wufeng feel afraid, he still has the possibility of succeeding, and injuries caused by the highest level of power will never be easily healed.
Yin Wufeng inquired very clearly, Ghost Face was hurt!
He sneaked into the house quietly. The few prisoners performed their duties very well, but their guards were useless in Yin Wufeng's eyes.
Soon, he found Ghostface's residence.
With the Yin Zhi Sword in his hand, his heart immediately calmed down. This sword was really full of evil, and it was perfect for assassination. With this sword, his strength could be increased by almost 10%!
At his level, a 10% increase in strength is extremely terrifying.
He narrowed his eyes and was about to start.
Suddenly, a strange light suddenly appeared from Ghostface's residence.
