readx(); The shadow has fallen and the war has begun.
But Yun Qingwu was just waiting and did not give any orders to fight. There was sadness on her face, but she was not helpless.
Time passed quickly, one stick of incense passed, and half an hour passed. The sounds of fighting continued one after another, and the screams echoed in the ears.
One by one, the demon soldiers fell to the ground.
There were expressions of fear on their faces, but no one asked for help. From the beginning to the end, not a single demon soldier shouted for help.
Not a single demon soldier blamed Yun Qingwu for not speaking up to give orders.
Black shadows crisscrossed the demon soldiers, and the cold swords were as frightening as the death-seeking scythe. Countless demon soldiers fell to the ground, and the ground was dyed red with blood.
Nearly a hundred demon chiefs and deputy chiefs gritted their teeth and resisted the criss-crossing black shadows. Their bodies shone with brilliance of different colors, and the demon eyes on their foreheads reflected the stars in the sky.
The night seems no longer so dark.
In the sky, a white line slowly rose, that was the dawn.
This night passes very slowly, and countless lives disappear in this night, but this night also passes very quickly, because the moment your eyes close, you have already entered another world.
There was an eerie silence on the city walls of the Iron Qiu Tribe.
Countless eyes looked at the magic soldiers intertwined with the black shadows on the battlefield. They did not speak. They just watched quietly and waited.
Just like the white figure waiting in the night wind on the battlefield.
It was a white long dress. The wind blew the white dress and made a slight sound, like a blooming white lotus. It looked so dazzling in this dark night, dark shadows, and black shadow armor. .
And at this time.
A ray of light lit up not far from Yun Qingwu.
It was a blue light, as blue as the sky, so pure.
In the light, a sky-blue robe fluttered and made a grinning sound, and a wrinkled face looked up at the slightly white sky.
On that face, there was a pair of eyes as dull as black holes.
In addition, above the eyes, there is a character, which is like a character carved on the forehead. It is a very simple character, but it gives people a strange feeling.
Just like that character contains everything in the world.
And now...
This character is slowly changing.
Dots of light condensed around the character, and as the light condensed, the characters began to become more and more complicated.
It was a new life.
From nothing to something, from simplicity to complexity.
Countless rays of light converged on that character, shining brighter and brighter.
It seems that that is everything.
The change of all things.
Or maybe it's a reincarnation from life to death, and from death to life.
As the characters continue to change, the light becomes brighter and brighter...
…
The silence on the Iron Hill tribe was broken at this time.
Countless pairs of eyes moved from the black shadow to the bright light, and there was an incomparable shock in every gaze.
"setting sun!"
"Could it be that Setting Sun..."
"This is impossible!"
Voices sounded one by one, and each voice contained an emotion that could not be described in words. It was an extremely complex emotion.
"Buzz!"
At this time, a huge buzzing sound suddenly sounded. It seemed like a low hum between heaven and earth, or a kind of fluctuation that shook the heaven and earth.
And at the same time.
A ray of light also lit up.
It was a golden light, the golden light coming from the pure blue, bright and eye-catching, almost completely illuminating the entire sky.
"Master!" Yun Qingwu's voice sounded at this time.
When the black shadow fell from the sky, she did not speak. When countless magic soldiers died tragically on the ground, she also did not speak.
However, when the golden light lit up, she spoke.
only…
But she only said two words.
master.
And when these two words were spoken, two drops of tears as crystal as diamonds also slipped from the corners of Yun Qingwu's eyes, and slowly fell to the ground along that beautiful face.
Blood has already stained the ground red.
Of course, Yun Qingwu's tears couldn't splash water on the ground. When those two tears fell to the ground, they were slowly buried by dust and blood.
Silent.
But the setting sun has slowly turned his head.
The eyes looking up to the sky slowly looked at Yun Qingwu, a pair of empty and dull eyes just looking at Yun Qingwu, there was no brilliance there.
but…
There is a silent language in it.
Just like the extremely complex golden characters on the forehead of the setting sun.
From simple to complex.
It is changing silently, but it is a new life, and in this new life, it seems to be telling a past event, or narrating a piece of heart.
"Good disciple!" Can Yang spoke, his voice equally hoarse and weak.
However, all the demon clans and demon soldiers who were fighting fiercely looked at the setting sun, even if it was just a quick glance among the fierce generals.
because…
They all know it very well.
Although Yun Qingwu has always addressed Canyang as master, Canyang has always called Yun Qingwu Qingwu, not disciple.
Disciple.
This word is almost always mentioned in the mouth of any master.
But Setting Sun never called out.
Even at the moment when Yun Qingwu knelt down to become his disciple, Setting Sun did not call Yun Qingwu with this title. He just called Yun Qingwu's name affectionately.
But now, the setting sun screams.
It took setting sun more than ten years to call out this ordinary name for the first time.
His voice is not loud.
However, it drowned out all the sounds of fighting in the battlefield, just like a father whispering in his daughter's ear, shaking everyone's hearts.
At a certain moment, everyone had the illusion of finding tranquility in the noise, as if the sound of fighting in their ears suddenly disappeared.
Yun Qingwu said nothing, but the tears in her eyes fell again.
Pingyang's face turned out to be full of anger and eagerness.
However, at this moment, the anger and eagerness on her face also disappeared, leaving only shock and worry, a kind of worry that originated from her heart.
Those clear, watery eyes just looked at the setting sun, and the fresh lips slowly opened, trembling slightly, which was a kind of fear.
A fear that had never appeared in Pingyang.
Chi Guyan's hand had already been loosened.
She did not try to restrain Yun Qingwu. In fact, after her eyes saw the golden light shining on Can Yang's forehead, her hand let go.
This is a very unwise move.
but…
But she did.
Can Yang's footsteps began to move slowly, walking towards Yun Qingwu step by step.
He walked very slowly.
It even looked a little difficult. The skinny figure seemed to be blown down by the wind at any time, stepping on the soil step by step, making a rustling sound.
But, at this moment.
But no one stopped him, not even Chi Guyan.
Chi Guyan didn't tell the setting sun to stop, she just slowly took a step back, and then stood quietly next to Pingyang, letting the setting sun approach step by step.
Time seems to freeze at this moment, and the air seems to be still at this moment.
I don’t know how long it took.
Only then did Setting Sun walk to Yun Qingwu's side.
The skinny arm slowly raised and landed on Yun Qingwu's head, slowly touching Yun Qingwu's beautiful black hair, like a father arranging his daughter's hair.
Golden light shone on the forehead of the setting sun.
The blue that originally covered Can Yang's body has disappeared, and there is no brilliance on the sky-blue robe, which also makes the golden light on his forehead even more dazzling.
"Take them back." Setting Yang's voice whispered softly, looking at Yun Qingwu in front of her with empty and lifeless eyes, with a deep sense of reluctance in her expression.
Yun Qingwu also looked at the setting sun, with tears glistening in her eyes. She didn't reply, but bit her lips tightly and let the tears fall.
"It would be nice if I could really take a look at you..." The setting sun looked a little lonely, just like the last ray of light in the setting sun.
Yun Qingwu still didn't speak.
However, her body could not stop shaking, her lip was bitten, and a trace of bright red blood slowly left the corner of her mouth.
"Call me master again." Canyang's hand gently smoothed Yun Qingwu's hair, straightening the hair that had been messed up by the wind.
"Master... Master!" Yun Qingwu looked at the wrinkled face in front of her, her voice was choked by the violent trembling of her body.
"Well, what a good disciple, what a good disciple!" Can Yang nodded.
He kept chanting in his mouth, and it felt like he was chanting the most reluctant words in the world. At the same time, his body slowly stood up.
The originally rickety body slowly straightened up.
"Crack, click, click!" The sound sounded from Canyang's body, as if the bones in his body were shattering, or in other words, it was the sound of new bones.
At the same time, the wrinkled skin on Can Yang's face began to slowly crack, and he didn't know whether it was because of the bones or what.
Anyway…
Patches of white skin fell off his face.
And the weird thing is.
When the skin fell off, there was no bright red flesh and blood inside as expected. There was just a new layer of skin, which was smooth and bright.
Skin like a newborn baby.
As the skin on his face slowly showed, Canyang's arms began to slowly become thicker, and the skinny palms broke the wrinkled skin on them.
Strong muscles began to show.
The sound of "Kacha Kacha!" filled the sky.
At this moment, all eyes were focused on the setting sun.
Tie Qiu tribe descended.
Xing Yuanguo and Xing Qingsui watched the changes on Can Yang's body and clenched their fists, but did not make any movement.
Shan Ling and several chiefs were also looking at the setting sun. They were as motionless as Xing Yuanguo, but their faces revealed a deep fear.
As a warrior in the Southern Region.
They rarely fear one thing.
Even when they saw hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers approaching the city, even when the setting sun appeared, they still did not retreat.
But now...
There was a kind of fear in their eyes, fear emanating from their hearts.
Nangong Hao's eyes have been opened.
In fact, when the bright golden light lit up, his eyes had already opened. Unlike Shan Ling's fear, there was respect in his eyes.
A respect that also comes from the heart.
The eyes of nearly a hundred thousand demon soldiers were also looking at the setting sun, at the face that was gradually becoming younger, and at the eyes that were still empty and lifeless.
finally…
The sound disappears.
And as it disappeared, there was that skinny figure.
At this moment, standing in front of Yun Qingwu was a young man with an extremely young face, a cold face and thin lips.
His body looks a little thin, but the muscles on his body are very strong.
This is a strange scene.
What's even weirder is that this young man also has silver-white hair.
He is the setting sun.
The new sun sets.
Because, there is still a character on his forehead, an extremely complicated character, and there is a golden light on the character.
Of course, his eyes were still empty, almost lifeless.
But now, those empty eyes were staring at the sky quietly, and his thin lips were opening and closing gently. As the lips opened and closed, the flickering golden light continued to magnify on his forehead.
That is the most brilliant brilliance in the world, that is the brilliance that illuminates the entire sky.
next moment.
A beam of light lit up.
It was a beam of light directly on the forehead of the setting sun.
high speed.
It was so fast that people couldn't even tell whether the beam of light was rising from the ground or falling from the sky.
Immediately afterwards, the golden light pillar exploded violently, just like a golden rainstorm falling from the sky. This was exactly the same rainstorm as the original black rain.
the difference is.
This is a heavy rain composed entirely of golden light.
Dots of golden light flickered in the sky, completely blocking the stars in the night sky, and eventually formed a golden light curtain from top to bottom, falling to the ground.
The black shadows that were originally intertwined with the magic soldiers raised their heads at this moment.
The black figures looked at the falling golden light curtain, as if they were completely attracted by the brilliance of the golden light curtain, and stood quietly in place.
That seemed like a dissolution.
Just like ice and snow melting when they see the sun.
However, this melting is obviously faster than the melting of ice and snow.
When the golden light mask completely fell, the black shadow's body began to slowly become blurred, and eventually became extremely transparent, so transparent that it almost completely disappeared.
At the same time, the setting sun that was originally standing on the ground also disappeared, and a figure rose into the sky, shooting towards the sky with bright golden light.
Only a white figure shining with tears was left on the ground.
"master!"
… (To be continued.)