Ling Tiansu had a dream, a very long and distant dream.

In a vague way... he was like a rootless duckweed, drifting in the wind, and he floated uncontrollably to his hometown.

The Tianhuang Mountain, stained with blood, stood on the sky higher than the top of the mountains, and above his head was a huge blood moon.

He looked down high and looked at the familiar and desperate and twisted faces.

This is the scene of the Northern tribe army entering Tianhuang Mountain that day. The scene reappears, and you can vaguely hear the roars and screams of the tribes below and the crying of the young children.

Strangely, the heart, which should have been furious, sad and desperate, is now even more dull than water.

Without looking at Ling Tiansu, you can feel that his expression must be neither sad nor happy, without emotion, and his eyes are extremely cold, as if everything happens below has nothing to do with him.

Ling Tiansu doesn't like himself like this. The one who died below was his own tribe, and he shouldn't treat him so plainly.

The palm slowly raised and tightened his heart. Under his chest, there was no idea that it became empty, and the original burning heartbeat that was beating constantly disappeared!

When something strange happened, Ling Tiansu's heart was still extremely calm, without any fear, and some were just slightly confused.

When will my heart disappear?

His eyes were once again on the cruel massacre battlefield below, and the picture in front of him seemed to be drifting away, as if he was swimming.

The scene below was spinning, as if it was sucked away by an invisible vortex black hole, and the blood moon behind him disappeared...

All sounds came to an abrupt end, everything returned to calm and darkness, and the vast and boundless world seemed to be the only one left.

An unprecedented sense of emptiness arises, perhaps because in this vast and boundless world, except him, there is no other creature, or perhaps the heart that is empty under his chest and unknown when it will be lost.

He didn't like the tranquility at this moment, and the palm that was caressing his heart and poked out through the void. He felt that this was his dream and should be controlled by him.

With a light stroke of the palm, the darkness disappeared.

From a distance, he seemed to hear a woman's roar at the top of her lungs.

Looking through the sound, there was yellow sand at the end of the sight. You could tell at a glance that it was the frontier of the battlefield.

The corpses were everywhere, and the broken flags and weapons were inserted obliquely into the pile of corpses, showing a sense of desolation and destruction. The yellow sand under the pile of corpses had long been covered by red and black blood.

Ling Tiansu recognized the badge on the iron armor on the body, which was the symbol of the Jin army.

This was the first time he had faced a battlefield so close...

The depressing heaviness over the mountain-stacked corpses was not as lightly as written in the book.

A strong smell of blood like wine filled the air. Ling Tiansu could not imagine that behind the seemingly comfortable Great Jin Dynasty, there were so many soldiers who had been dying and fighting on the battlefield.

This does not correctly verify that the saying that the light is stronger and the darkness behind it is deeper.

Isn’t it just that in the peaceful and prosperous era, it is obtained by wearing horses and blood and bones?

The strong wind swept the yellow sand and hit the dry bloody corpse. Ling Tiansu's eyes were calm. Even such a desolate and cruel picture seemed to be unable to shake his empty chest.

Just as his palm was about to swing the scene, an inconspicuous black dot seemed to move on the mountain of corpses in the distance.

When the scene was drawn closer, it turned out that among the thousands of Jin troops, all the soldiers died, but the leader and general had not yet fallen.

His body was not as powerful as an ordinary general, but even if he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, his back would naturally be straight, like a proud cold bamboo.

His eyes were closed, and a large amount of red blood oozed out from the cracks of his eyes. His eyes were blind, and his breathing was so heavy that his voice was a little strange.

Ling Tiansu's eyes moved slightly, and then he realized that his lungs were penetrated by a sword, and his breathing sound was naturally different.

The man's armor was stained with blood, and his breath was extremely weak, as if he would fall down at any time, but he still held a flag firmly in his hand and refused to fall down.

A crack finally appeared under his face, which was originally neither sad nor happy. When he saw the strange man's blood-filled appearance, why was there a trace of sadness under his empty chest?

Is it because the word Ye hanging on the flag that he kept holding? Or is it because the man's face is three-point similar to him, it is very likely that his name is Ye Wuxiu?

Ling Tiansu didn't know the answer, and the palm that wanted to wave away the picture was like pressing on a heavy mountain, and he could no longer swing it.

The young general took a breath with difficulty, wiped away the blood from his cheeks, and raised his head stubbornly.

He was obviously unable to see it, but he still had to face the top of the piece, but it was obviously useless, and new blood flowed out of his blind eye sockets.

Ling Tiansu's expression gradually became colder, because his eyes were not blind, he saw four figures standing in the air above the sky facing the young general.

Only then did Ling Tiansu think of what was strange about it.

This place is a battlefield, and it is not surprising that there are countless corpses, but what is strange is that the corpses are all wearing Jin army uniforms, and there is no enemy corpse.

And obviously, the war has not ended at this moment.

The four figures standing in the sky are the enemies!

They look different from humans, with an extremely tall figure, far beyond ordinary people's height.

They were wearing a black black armor with a cold metallic armor, and a huge metal ghost head made of ghostly appeared on their chests.

Their long dark hair was swaying to the ankles. What was even more shocking was that their skin was different from ordinary people, and the skin exposed outside the armor actually had a strange blue color.

They were born with vertical pupils, and their sharp fangs poked out from their blue lips. They looked cold and looked at the young general who was proudly handsome under them like an ant.

Ling Tiansu was slightly moved. In this situation, the opponents of tens of thousands of Jin troops were only four, and the result was that the entire army was wiped out!

Where did these four people come from?

In Ling Tiansu's image, I have never heard of any race with such a strange appearance.

The young general moved his lips slightly, and his voice was dry: "Where is she...?"

The four of them looked mocking, as if they were looking at a ridiculous clown who was overestimating their abilities, and they were disdainful to answer his questions.

A man in the middle raised an arm with a cold expression. His blue fingers and his nails were as sharp as wild beasts, and his tips were shining with metallic luster. This made Ling Tiansu not doubt the sharpness of his nails at all. He was probably no worse than any mysterious weapon in the world.

A heart-pounding purple light suddenly appeared above the fingertips.

At first, the light ball was as big as an adult's fist, and gradually gathered a large amount of heaven and earth's power, growing to a huge light ball that could completely wrap ten people.

Although that power was not enough to destroy the world, due to the formation of the light ball, the earth covered with yellow sand quickly burst out several bottomless cracks. Countless Jin army corpses fell into the cracks, and the bones remained.

The young general raised his head calmly, as if he didn't know that death was coming at all, but even if he couldn't see the eyes, how could he not sense the terrifying and amazing aura at such a close distance? He was just not afraid of death.

The man's mouth outlined a cruel arc of sacrificial devouring, his fingers curled slightly, and then suddenly collapsed. The purple light swept directly towards the young general below.

don't want!

Ling Tiansu felt his throat was extremely dry, but he couldn't scream those two words, and his arms were stretched weakly, as if he wanted to stop them...

But this is his dream. Although he can control his dream, it is also the past of history. He cannot change the past. He does not exist in this time and space, and he cannot stop it.

"don't want!!!"

A woman screamed at the top of her lungs, and she yelled out these two desperate words for him.

Ling Tiansu shook his mind slightly. Just now, wasn't he attracted by this hoarse roar? It's just that he didn't hear it very clearly.

The moment before the young general was hit by the huge ball of light, he heard the familiar voice in a trance, smiled slightly at the side, and his lips moved silently, as if he wanted to say: You are fine, it's so good...

But he didn't have time to say a word, and his body turned into a blood mist and was wiped out...

Under him, the piles of corpses were swept into the light ball, and they all turned into blood mist like young generals, without any corpses.

The purple light ball still had no intention of stopping, and it penetrated deep into the yellow sand, leaving a huge hole that was bottomless.

The woman's voice seemed to be far away and close. In that moment, it seemed to be filled with some sour desire. He murmured softly, and then blurted out subconsciously: "Mom..."

The woman's desperate scream turned into a giant roar like an ancient ferocious beast.

The blue and blue faces of the four people seemed to be a little loose, but Ling Tiansu clearly saw that they had a proud look of success in their conspiracy.

A huge beast shadow covers the sky and the sun.

It was a demon fox. From behind it, nine fox tails danced wildly, with fierce light in their eyes exposed, and the cold murderous intent locked the four people in the air.

The arrogant and arrogant four people couldn't help but feel a sudden chill when they looked at them. Because of the anger, the nine-tailed Heavenly Fox's bloodline burst out, they were no match for her.

But their goal has been achieved, so naturally they will not stay here for a moment and die in vain.

With a strange smile, the person standing in the last position of the four stretched out his equally weird fingertips, and his sharp nails tear open the void, and the four of them stepped into the void one after another.

The cracks closed, and there were no more four people in the air.

(ps: Double updates tonight. Thank you to book friend 56738851 for your monthly ticket support. Thank you for your opinions sooner or later, Xu Yuanxia, ​​who has become a hero. This time, I have checked the posts. There are so many things today, I have to come back late. I have sent a copy of the manuscript. I haven't moved a single word. I guess I can't finish the inspection. I will check the old article tomorrow. I'm really sorry, so I will continue to stay up late to save the manuscript.)
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