There are too many memories, but they have become eternal in the long years. Now, they have moved forward in the wind and snow, leaving us with their backs, and their tears may be another eternal memory.
The younger generation is about to stand together completely again. These people, who have traveled all the way from ghost villages to borders and abroad, will finally embark on a final road together.
Over there, Lu Shan had already finished talking about some things, took Tao Bai in his arms, smiled lightly at me, and then walked towards us.
They don't have to face farewell, they just have to face those lamas again, who must be the lamas of Lagang Monastery. At this time, their identities have been revealed, and there is no need to keep it secret anymore.
"Chengyi, you and I have a three-year agreement, but it seems we don't need it now because I can feel that they are all coming." Lu Shan stood next to me and said softly.
"What about the drum about Baima?" I knew that was what Lu Shan was feeling.
"They will definitely bring it, and Tao Bai and I will accompany you on that road." At this point, Lu Shan pointed to the winding path leading up to the temple. It turned out that it was really that road.
"I remember this place. My sister once took me here." Tao Bai, who had always been shy and reticent, finally spoke at this time, looking at the lonely temple with a nostalgic look in his eyes.
"What's in it?" I couldn't help but ask.
"There is nothing, not even the statue enshrined in it has four walls to protect it from the wind. There is a futon in the middle." Tao Bo said in a low voice, but smiled inexplicably. There may have been nothing in this simple temple that year. But there is the warmest love from my sister.
Elder sister is like mother!
Without warning, Lu Shan hugged me hard and punched me on the back with the same fist: "Chengyi, encourage each other! This battle is my hope. Even if it is a dead end, it is also a road to success. You know what I want." Maybe I can’t finish what I want. But with you, I believe you will help me finish it in the end.”
"You will live to see that scene." I let go of Lu Shan and said seriously that I was not sure, I was just expressing my hope.
They surrounded me, and I stood on the big stone again. The old leader was still standing there motionless. The flying snowflakes almost covered his hair and beard. He said softly: "You can go up." You are the ones who are the most important, and you don’t know why God arranged it this way, but there is always a deep meaning. This war is coming soon. Enough people have died, how many more can be left?"
I don’t want to think about the reason why our group can go up. What I see in my eyes is the figure of Uncle Hui. He is laughing vividly while fighting. The blood has completely covered the tattoos on his body. He is like a person who comes from hell to punish evil. Shura, he is like the most heroic and dashing general on the battlefield.
I couldn't tell if he was injured. All I could tell was that he was on the battlefield, as if he never knew that fatigue kept the same rhythm, and enemies fell next to him one after another.
Is this Uncle Hui? In my earliest memories, told by my parents, Uncle Hui appeared like an old cadre, arguing with the master about who was the second uncle, a thief-like old monk who loved eggs, was greedy, and refused to suffer losses.
He is so heroic at the moment, who else knows that he has this image
Just like the heroes on the battlefield of every war, are they not ordinary people? There are people you love, people you care about, you have your own little problems, the most ordinary side, there are only two things that make a person extraordinary, one is dreams and the other is belief
This dream can be ordinary, this belief can be as simple as just for the protection of the heart, maybe just for the kindness and bottom line.
The number of people on the battlefield gradually decreased. Most of the people on Yang Sheng's side were killed and wounded, and almost half of the warriors on our side were also killed. In terms of numbers, they did not have an advantage. But in terms of the balance of victory, they had persisted until the first battle. In an encounter, the balance of victory tilts this way.
There were already cracks in the Vajra of Sad Tears. The faces of the chanting people below were all as golden as paper, and there was blood at the corners of their mouths. Exaggeratedly, they were already bleeding from all their orifices.
The old leader has whispered before that these people who help those at the front to communicate with each other are not overdrawing their telekinesis and using their lives to maintain the strength of the warriors at the front
Excessive consumption of telekinesis will kill people. Of course, there are secret methods that can repeatedly force telekinesis to come out, but the result is not much better than overdrafting telekinesis.
At this time, the mysterious symbol on the forehead of the person who painted the formation had really completely disappeared. It was originally above their heads, and the red sky actually projected golden lines on the large formation below.
"God bless the righteous way." The old leader's expression remained calm, and he just commented lightly.
But it was over there that Uncle Wang suddenly burst into laughter and shouted: "The formation pattern is descending from the sky, why don't you quickly follow and set up the formation?"
While they were talking, the formation masters were already going crazy. They picked up the formation materials and the formation pens, and their speed suddenly became crazy faster. After all, with the guidance of God, what could be faster than this
I actually already know what's going on in my heart. Even if a top-level formation has formation patterns, it still needs the spiritual power of the formation master to maintain it. It also requires experience to lay out each formation pattern. The slightest difference can be a thousand miles away. One sentence should most be used in the matter of setting up formations.
But now that the formation pattern that descends today still carries the mysterious power of heaven and earth, it saves the people who draw the formation too much effort, and their speed will naturally become incredibly fast.
This is the biggest turnaround in stabilizing the battle situation below. I have to say that the old leader is a very courageous person. After observing Yang Sheng's people, he immediately chose the blood sacrifice. The reason why he did not choose it before was because of a mouthful The essence and blood in his heart represented too many things, and he probably couldn't bear it.
Although there is no mercy on the battlefield, it does not mean extreme cruelty.
I thought it was this, but I didn't expect it. The old leader sighed and said: "The Heavenly Falling Formation Patterns are all perfect patterns. They can exert the greatest power of the Heavenly Punishment Formation, but the sky does not allow for perfection, so these formation patterns fell, The person who drew the formation will naturally have to bear some consequences. This time, God blessed the righteous way and sent down so many lines."
The old leader kept silent. I saw that the formation was completing formation lines one by one at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye, and they were shouting one by one.
"191 position"
"Position 206"
Almost every minute, there are 3 or 4 people entering the formation. At this rate, the Heavenly Punishment Formation will be completely completed in half an hour, so the warriors in front can retreat, right
Master and the others can also enter the formation when they should, or get the protection of the large formation, and hide behind to take action when necessary!
I am looking forward to the completion of this formation more than anyone else, and I am completely focused on it. But I also painfully discover that every time a formation pattern is drawn, there will be a look of pain on the faces of the formation masters. Some of them have vomited out blood. Holding the pen of the array pattern, he drew a strong picture, but his whole body was trembling, and big beads of sweat flowed down his face.
In some cases, you can even see white hair suddenly appearing mixed with black hair.
Xiaobei is also among them, but he still persists relatively well. They all know how important every minute of time they fight for now is
But is this all dust? Naturally, far away, there was a sneer that Wu Tian deliberately sent through his roaring skills.
Then, a cold voice appeared on the battlefield: "Since they are all a group of dead soldiers who need to be abandoned, why don't I come and add fuel to the fire?"
The magic cultivators are finally going out!
When Wu Tian was talking, a black whirlwind suddenly rose over him. Ordinary people may not be able to see it. They may just hear the cry of the wind, but I clearly saw that the aura he extracted suddenly seemed like a dark cloud. Like a giant, the darkness surged toward the group of so-called dead soldiers.
Those dead soldiers in Heiyun went completely crazy in the past. If they still had human emotions before, in the game of power, they would be somewhat burdened and now they will really become brave and fearless of death!
Because I have been completely crazy under the influence of these negative auras!
And the consequences of their rushing over are self-evident.
Uncle Hui in front seemed to sigh and suddenly turned his head to look this way. He was looking at Master!