"Urle... are you going back?"

The water of the mother river is sparkling.

Tian Ling'er's voice was filled with regret. She was next to Tian Yu. When she saw Urle awakening, she was naturally the happiest one, but she could no longer jump up at this moment. She had a bandage tied with her calf. She was told by the pharmacist on the grassland not to move vigorously. At this moment, she was like a wilted blade of grass, listless.

She asked carefully: "The grassland still needs your leadership..."

A group of people walked on the banks of the Apocalypse River.

The war has ended, and all the cavalry of the Donghuang were killed by Ning Yi and the practitioners of Muhe River... And the snow tornado that had existed in the grassland for many years slowly disappeared after that battle. No one knew whether it would appear next time... But everyone had a rough answer to where this snow tornado was going.

This is what "Urle" stayed behind, the last sword to help the grassland.

Just as the head of Donghuang was cut off that year.

When the Iron Cavalry of the Eastern Emperor reappears, the old Lion Heart of Urle will reappear.

As for whether this "Snow Tornado" has been eliminated... it is hard to say.

If the grassland is going to face another attack from the "Donghuang", it may not appear again.

Tian Yu supported his sister, and his expression was completely different from before. From the Western border to the Mother River, and from the Mother River to the Western border, the two round trips made the honest man become resolute and "indifferent". His originally young and tender temperament was tortured in the wind and frost, turning into forbearance and wisdom.

Of course... he needs to go through more.

The White Wolf King did not misunderstand. Tian Yu had the same quality as "gold", but everything in the world needs to be refined into steel. After Tian Yu returned from the Western border, he had a long talk with the White Wolf King and chatted in the tent for two days and two nights. No one knew what the two said... But after Tian Yu walked out of the tent, he gained greater power. The White Wolf King handed over many of the affairs of interfering with the Western border and restoring them to Tian Yu.

The war is over.

The war has begun.

Compared with the attack from the outside world... the instigation of the Golden-winged Great Phang clan and the attack of the Eastern Iron Cavalry are even more deadly. The fall of the balance will inevitably lead to destruction.

As Donghuang said.

People must learn to "face the darkness".

If you cannot do this, you will only destroy the grassland.

...

...

Ning Yi looked at Tian Ling'er's agile eyes.

He shook his head and whispered: "I'm not Urle... I've never been."

In the battle with Donghuang, Ning Yi had already said this.

In front of everyone.

But the major tents of the River of Apocalypse have already made a default and used to the title of "Urle" to call Ning Yi.

After fighting with the Eastern Emperor, Ning Yi sat cross-legged in the River of Apocalypse for three days. The battle was consumed too much. If it weren't for the new word book, then he might have fallen into a disadvantage in the initial battle of energy... There is no need to say more about the final outcome, the grassland would not see the light in front of him.

He said softly: "I can't lead the grassland... nor can anyone lead the grassland..."

Speaking of this, he looked at Tian Ling'er, paused, then looked at Tian Yu, and smiled and said, "The one who can really lead the grassland is you. Urle helped you establish a system, but he never controlled power. This is delegating power, trust, and the most suitable way for this grassland to grow... You are the masters living here, and no one can take away your authority."

A slight pause.

Ning Yi said seriously: "Even if it's me, it's not possible."

This is a bit rigid and doesn't speak much about human feelings.

Tian Ling'er was slightly stunned and didn't understand what it meant.

Tian Yu lowered his eyebrows and eyes, chewed carefully, and continued to think silently.

The girl gritted her teeth, "Urle, as long as you say one word, the Eight Kings Flags will return, and all the kings will obey your orders... You can re-establish balance and rules."

Ning Yi looked at Tian Ling'er and said lightly: "So...what is the difference between me and Donghuang?"

The girl looked a little stunned.

Ning Yi stood firmly, and on the banks of the Apocalypse River, the breeze blew, and his black robe was stained with morning dew and swayed slightly.

"The Emperor Dong tried to establish a new order. But all the rules were based on destruction... He hated Urle back then, so he rejected all this." Ning Yi's tone slowed down and his voice said softly: "He wants to destroy everything, rules, and put this place into chaos. If I take back the Eight Kings Banner, it will be essentially the same as him."

Seeing Tian Ling'er still looked confused.

Ning Yi smiled and said, "I agree with Urle's approach...or rather, I think today's grasslands do not require external interference and will move towards light by themselves."

Tian Ling'er understood a little.

Tian Yu was silent for a long time, and he said slowly: "The Urle gave eight king flags at the beginning, but only opened a head... Since then, he has never interfered with the direction of the grassland... In fact, we have been ourselves, groping forward for the past two thousand years."

Ning Yi looked at Tian Yu with a smile, the meaning in his eyes was so clear.

Yes.

That's it.

"Everyone will make mistakes... If the powerful and powerful in the Mu River make mistakes, they will naturally bear it." Tian Yu fell into thinking and continued to murmur: "So there was a turnaround in the snowy juvenile tribe colluding with the outside world, an invasion of the Eastern Demon Realm, and a revenge of the Donghuang... These are all the mistakes made by the powerful and powerful in the Mu River. If these mistakes will lead to the destruction of the powerful and powerful in the Mu River, will Urle come forward?"

Ning Yi didn't say anything.

But Tian Yu already had the answer.

He vaguely understood why "Yuan" has been at the bottom of the Apocalypse River, and no matter what happened, he just watched coldly.

Because the same is true for Urre.

They handed over power to the entire grassland. The changes of times and the rise and fall of the king's tent have nothing to do with them since then. The only thing that achieves themselves is themselves, and the only thing that destroys themselves is themselves... And this time the "Yuan" took action was just for Ning Yi.

The final outcome of these two disasters is equated with "Ning Yi"'s choice.

Tian Yu looked at Ning Yi with a complicated expression.

"Don't thank me." Ning Yi smiled and blinked: "If you didn't treat me kindly when you picked me up in the snow tornado, it might be another ending..."

Tian Yu is actually a smart person.

Nothing wrong with what he guessed.

The reason why Ning Yi chose to pay so much to "save" this grassland was not just because of "responsibility". After he took over the sword energy of the sword holder, he did not become a great saint who helped the world.

The reason why he chose to take on this grassland...is very simple.

He felt that the kindness of these people should not be buried. From the beginning of the encounter with the snow tornado, the escort along the way, and then the time to the time we got together, Ning Yi saw the sincere and honest side of these practitioners on the grassland.

This is a "pure land" mixed between two worlds, a piece of uncontaminated by the world.

Whether it is the iron cavalry of the demon clan or the temple of the Great Sui Dynasty, the two forces and two completely different "filth" should not be contaminated with this land... Donghuang and Lionheart Emperor should not be the owners of this grassland, and the gap between the two lies in this. Donghuang wanted to conquer and turn it into an area exactly the same as his territory.

Emperor Lionheart wanted to "lead", "save", and give the people of this grassland to choose their own power.

Perhaps this is the difference between light and darkness...

Ning Yi stood by the river of the Apocalypse River. He vaguely saw dense crowds of people coming from the distance. Those people stood dozens of feet away from the Apocalypse River and did not dare to disturb Ning Yi's purity.

Several grassland kings led by the White Wolf King came here.

The White Wolf King pushed the wheelchair, and Fu Shengquli sat in the wheelchair and looked at Ning Yi.

Tian Ling'er didn't know what to say for a moment. This was the first time she encountered such a scene in her life, which attracted much attention. After seeing the gentle eyes of Lord White Wolf King, the girl blushed over her ears, her hands were tucked into her sleeves, and she became nervous.

Ning Yi smiled bitterly and said, "No need, it's really unnecessary."

Tian Yu also smiled, "Master heard that you are leaving... We just try to stay. Whether you can really stay depends on whether you are willing to stay."

"This is a good place..." Ning Yi spoke seriously, he paused slightly, and said, "But... I know what happened in the North."

In the past few days, the grassland has sent all the information about the "Northern War" to Ning Yi.

Chen Yuanjun launched a raid.

The Ash Land was in chaos... This was the best time for him to leave the grassland.

Compared to all this, what made Ning Yi's mind even more shaken was a sense in the dark.

After obtaining the "Lion Heart King Mask" from the ancient coffin of the Snow Tornado, the divine crystals melted into it... The mask is a treasure with extremely high rank. The wearer can not only hide his aura, but also gain insight into the breath within a great circle.

On this grassland, you can listen to the sounds of everything.

The wind and the grass are moving, everything is in the sense of sensation.

After Ning Yi put on the mask, he sensed a familiar aura in the dark.

He thought it was an illusion, but after resting for the past few days, the premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger... No matter what is needed to convey his mind, this sensation has crossed the distance.

Since childhood, we have depended on each other for life.

Then he fled to the Bodhisattva Temple, ran around and went around.

Settling in Tiandu.

Luojia Mountain died.

Living between life and death, fate has never been cut off... Just like today, the crowd gathers on the banks of Qihe River, and suddenly someone exclaims a sigh.

There was a purple sword light in the distance, surging in the snow above the grassland, and the rumbling sword energy followed like a tide.

Finally landed opposite the banks of the Apocalypse River.
To be continued...