The Battle of Tianmen Pass.
It was impossible for Ye Qingxuan not to feel such a big shock.
In fact, the terrifying vibrations coming from Tianmen Pass could probably be observed throughout Cathay.
As early as when Tianmenguan activated all the barriers and synergistic rituals, he felt the ether fluctuations coming from there, thousands of them, carrying the aura of war.
Bai Heng came too quickly.
After mobilizing the elite, they marched hard for two days and one night, and appeared outside Tianmen Pass, as if following Ye Qingxuan's footsteps.
After Ye Qingxuan came to Cathay, he seemed to have turned into a crow, bringing disaster wherever he went... Even if he was involved in disputes not far away, there was still no way to escape.
From the beginning to the present, Ye Qingxuan can see clearly through the sword of the New Testament.
For a moment, he wanted to take action to prevent all of this from happening, but was rejected by Mr. Hu's eyes as he looked behind him.
That night, Mr. Hu could have spoken.
As long as he opens his mouth, Ye Qingxuan will stay in Tianmen Pass. As long as Ye Qingxuan is here, with the blessing of Wuhe Homeland, no matter whether it is an army of one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand, it is just a number.
When two people join forces, no matter how many musicians come, they are no match.
The gate of heaven is eternal.
But he didn't say anything.
He didn't want to let himself stay, nor did he want to get involved here. He didn't even say anything to Ye Qingxuan for help in the end.
He just hoped that he could take Bai Xi and leave here.
This is not his hometown or his country, and all disputes have nothing to do with him.
He has no obligation and no excuse to intervene in a war that does not belong to him.
If someone is destined to make sacrifices for this country, then he only needs to be the hero.
On the two-day road, Ye Qingxuan rode his horse and galloped all the way. Now the walls of the imperial capital were in sight, but it was difficult to move forward.
As if aware of his hesitation, the hero far away at Tianmen Pass looked back and gave him a heroic smile.
Don't wait, Ye Qingxuan.
What are you still hesitating about
Isn’t there something to do
Isn't it great that the person you want to take away at all costs is right in front of you in the city
-goodbye.
This was the last farewell. He turned around with a smile and rushed towards the hero's end.
"Well, bye."
Ye Qingxuan nodded sadly and stared at his back, watching the hero's end.
Outside the Tianmen Pass, flames soared into the sky.
It was as if it was about to completely ignite the dead and cold world.
The hero is burning, looking up to the sky and roaring.
Endless light and heat burst out from his body, forming a brilliant sun disk in the sky, spreading majestic brilliance, igniting the earth and sky, and awakening the embers buried in the center of the earth.
Under the point of the sword of the End Sword, angry lava spewed out from the earth's crust, and the attack force swept across it. With the attraction of heavy-mass weapons, it entangled in the void force field, forming a star-like core. of brilliant flames.
As the inhuman force of hundreds of thousands of kilograms fell, the terrifying light of the exploding star spread!
Swallowing the sky, covering the earth, dispelling all the bitter cold and dead silence, throwing everything into the cruel furnace, reforging it, and igniting the fire.
The end of rebellion!
The child's shadow moved, and under the frontal bombardment, the elements of the execution trembled crazily, cracks appeared, and fell apart.
After giving up a quarter of themselves, the other three swords joined forces to attack, cutting off an arm from Mr. Hu's body. The etheric blood burned and poured into the weapon in his hand, spraying on the hot lava. , accelerating the fierce power of the flames.
"A world where nothing exists—is this what you crave?"
Mr. Hu laughed and stepped forward to meet Yuan Changqing's shadow: "I don't know how to live but want to die! What problem can pure destruction solve? There is only eternal emptiness!"
The scorching sun was waved by his arms, and there were bursts of thunder, which was the loud noise of the world breaking apart.
A terrifying impact erupted, causing cracks to appear in the Realm of Death and Silence.
The swords of death and ending screamed, intertwined with each other, and almost frantically besieged Mr. Hu's shadow.
Outside the domain, the heads of the family, who had felt relieved after Yuan Changqing's death, became solemn again.
For Yuan, the power of natural disasters is nothing, and it’s not like they haven’t killed them before. Although the inhuman power of one hundred and eight thousand kilograms is terrifying, how many artifacts have been destroyed by Yuan's sword
The battle up to now is no longer a pure competition of strength and quality. In this crazy fight between the two sides, they are burning themselves and rising endlessly, and their strength is rising horribly every minute and every second.
What dominates the war situation at this moment is the obsession passed down from generations, the duel between heroes and death, fifteen years of pain and twenty years of waiting, determination and desire, sacrifice and madness...
If there are souls, then this moment is a battle of souls. The undead who burn themselves into flames use the earth as a duel ground, risking their lives and immersed in the terrifying fight.
We can no longer sit back and watch. Even if it is eroded and affected by the elements of the Sword of the End, that monster must be completely eliminated here.
With the roar of the candle dragon, the Jiuyin Pool surged and boiled again, and the tsunami swept out. Along with the twelve turning wheels, the evil spirits of the Jiu Cao Yin Division emerged.
The Huanghuang Heavenly Palace opened, and countless giant spirits expanded. Along with the pale face of the eldest grandson Jigui, the conferment of divinity was completed, and the transformation of eight hundred spiritual officials and three thousand heavenly troops was completed.
What follows is the Lock of Heavenly Tribulation. Amid the sound of drums, thunder booms, and thousands of thunder and lightning turn into chains, covering the sky and the earth, tightly binding the world, ultraviolet and inward, restricting Mr. Hu's music theory.
In an instant, the burning hero was pierced by the final sword.
In the dark space, only hoarse laughter sounded.
"Nine Yin Ponds? You have raised the ghosts of Yin beasts for three hundred years, and suffered from the burning wind, thunder and lightning every day. You can live forever by wandering among humans and ghosts like this? Candle Dragon? You are just guarding the ghosts of corpses. Go and rest!"
He raised his eyes in the dark abyss, and the flames of the scorching sun burst out, like burning iron falling into the pool. The dark beasts screamed and roared, and quickly evaporated.
"Bind the Immortal Lock? Holding the Heavenly Punishment, overlooking the mortal world, taking life and death... But can it bind the human heart? Heavenly Tribulation? It's just a pile of broken copper and iron, go away!!"
Bang bang bang!
As the hero roared, countless thunder and lightning cracked, wailing under the terrifying sweep of hundreds of thousands of pounds, and dissipated in the sky.
"The Heavenly Palace of the Imperial Emperor? After hundreds of years of spying on the unification, everyone knows the ambition... but are you one step closer to the imperial territory? If you don't care about the people's livelihood and don't care about the sufferings, what's the use of these spiritual officials and heavenly soldiers?! - The clown, go stop!!!"
boom!
The heavenly palace trembles, the hero moves forward, furious flames are swaying, burning weapons sweep across, crushing the heavenly gates, destroying the Jade Palace, eight hundred spiritual officials, three thousand heavenly troops, nothing more than chickens and dogs!
"Wait, is that all?"
From the collapsed heavenly palace, the burning hero slowly walked out, covered in blood and with a mutilated body, facing the sword of the end, smashing down the power that transcended the mortal world and imagination!
boom! boom! boom!
Under the terrifying impact, the flames burst out, extinguished, and the mass spread and disappeared.
Under the layers of restraint, in the core of the field of nothingness, a very small and fine "darkness" emerges - that is the core of the supermassive tidal brake valve, the image of riots that will only appear when the stars are annihilated. .
It is like the soul hidden in the deepest part of matter after endless mass evaporates.
The tiniest and most insignificant "star debris" created by humans in the past is just a little bit of light, but it weighs ten thousand. Just like the soul of the deceased, it greedily swallows everything in the material world all the time, and even light cannot escape its bondage and pull.
With the hero's full force, the extremely small point expanded rapidly, but under the small base, after expanding dozens of times, it was still no different from the original.
The only thing that changed was its weight.
If it was originally a height that humans could not imagine, then now it has climbed to the limit that the material world can accommodate. Even the sea of ether was distorted by the terrifying gravity, forming a closed ring. Countless ether torrents turned into torrents in the warped space, and the burning glow attached to the terrifying power, forming an impact that could tear everything apart.
Then, with the hero's roar, that slender point was lifted high, and bound by the force field, it was swung forward!
That is…
—Stars fall!
A moment later, the loud wailing sound from heaven and earth spread in all directions.
The hurricane, which was enough to shake the mountains, swept forward, causing Tianmen Pass to shake like a hut. The vanguard of the coalition of princes was blown away in an instant. Countless people's bones were broken and turned into flesh under the pressure of the wind.
Immediately afterwards, the ground was like water, and the frenzied aftermath swept around, causing a near-catastrophic collapse.
With one blow, the land with a radius of thousands of miles instantly became shorter by several meters.
Bearing the brunt of the impact, under the bombardment of the star skeleton, the three surviving sword blades burst out with screams, slashed forward, and cracks appeared, one after another, and in the end, they completely fell apart.
Only one handle was left covered in cracks.
Along with the complete destruction of the four major elements of killing, killing, and trapping, all the power was gathered on the last sword blade, causing the ruined sword to burst out with a radiance that penetrated the stars.
Even its power of destruction is integrated into the destruction it represents!
The closer it is to destruction, the stronger the power it represents.
Where does the real Sword of the End need four paths
Just one handle is enough!
One sword is enough to kill everything!
This was the last step. In the fierce fighting, the erratic and illusory blade inherited all the elements, and its last sense of reality was obliterated.
What remains between heaven and earth is only a crack-like trauma.
The trauma of the world.
The final battle has begun.
…
Thousands of miles away, on top of the broken hills, there was a pitch-black steel elevated structure.
Thousands of miles away from the formation, a secret force stopped at the place where Ye Qingxuan fell. Instead of marching towards Tianmen Pass with the allied forces of the princes, they stayed where they were. With the help of musicians, they built a platform with the help of musicians. The mountain of soil has become a mountain, and after days of processing with changing movements, it has become an iron mountain.
The top of the iron mountain was carefully cut to a level without any errors, and then alloy expansion screws were driven into the four corners.
Immediately afterwards, the heavy and complicated iron frame was constructed.
From beginning to end, all the equipment, all the items, and all the assembly were completed by the man named Jiu Ying. Even if he had taken off his shirt, he was still sweating from the heat.
Correspondingly, there was an expression as indifferent as steel from beginning to end.
In the end, two huge iron boxes were opened, and the heavy steel lying in black velvet and chemical fiber materials that were definitely not products of this era was lifted up, and one after another heavy components that were as thick as an ordinary person's waist were installed on the structure. , along with the crazy vibration of the earth, the surrounding hydraulic valves made a squeaking sound.
However, after several layers of shock absorption, the huge creation at the top like a battering ram maintained an absolute level.
With the twisting of the scale, the opening on the top of the "battering ram", which was only as thick as a thumb, faced Tianmen Pass, thousands of miles away, and aimed at the battlefield.
"Are you ready? Looks like I'm late."
Bai Heng, who had arrived late, climbed onto the high platform, holding an ancient scroll in his hand, and looked in the direction of Jiuying: "There is still a little time, do you need to take a rest?"
Jiuying shook his head silently and got into the gap between the steel pillar and the iron frame, sitting on the chair directly under the battering ram.
Then, he lifted up his hair, revealing the alchemical matrix extending from the back of his neck along his spine to his limbs. With the activation of the circuit, the bronze skin was coated with a layer of iron white.
It was as if his whole body and steel were integrated into one, but instead of gaining strength, he lost his agility and struggled to move. Only his shoulders, wrists and five fingers could move.
This is definitely a failed transformation, but to be able to make such a subtle mistake can only be said to be...deliberate.
With the completion of his iron transformation, the iron mechanism on the battering ram opened and lowered the partition, covering almost half of his body.
There was a faint light shining inside the partition, illuminating his lower jaw, as if he was enjoying the stiffness. He moved his fingers slowly, feeling the stability brought about by the excessive stiffness.
Hold your breath.
After there was no pulse, his whole body seemed to have turned into a piece of iron.
Only five fingers slightly moved the handle on the armrest. As the handle moved, the angle of the "battering ram" also changed subtly as the iron frame was adjusted.
"Starting so soon? I haven't rested yet."
Bai Heng sighed and looked down at the scroll in his hand: "Speaking of which, this is the first time I've used it. Let me take a look..."
As he spoke, he opened the book, skipped the weird title "Orion Beta Deep Sampling Machine Operation Manual" on the cover, and looked directly at the detailed text on the back.
While comparing the above operation methods, he pressed the button on the battering ram a little unfamiliarly.
"Let me see, what is this red thing? Well, the wind speed is corrected in real time... Then there is the distance correction... Temperature difference and air pressure, where are they? Let me see... Oh, here, do you want to correct the humidity? Forget it, let's fix it. …Well, there’s also ballistic correction…”
As one session after another ended, the tiny lights on the "battering ram" lit up bit by bit, until finally, a scalp-numbing cold beep sounded.
Preheating completed.
Bai Heng opened the last box, and with some difficulty lifted a box that was as big as a human head. He stumbled towards the strange object hanging on the iron frame. Finally, he stepped on the ladder and filled it into the groove. go. As the mechanism rotated, it sank into the core of pitch-black steel, never to be seen again.
The icy cold air flowed out from those places that looked like exhaust holes, turning the high platform into an absolutely cold cellar. Just a few wisps of it were so cold that people shivered.
As the final preparations were completed, Jiuying's fingers trembled slightly, as if excited, and his whole body tensed up. His thumb rubbed the red button on the top of the handle.
"Slower, steady."
Bai Heng bent down and patted his arm, "This is Bai's last collection of heavenly beings, there will be no second time."
As he spoke, he squinted his eyes and looked at Tianmen Pass thousands of miles away. Through the storm and fierce light rising into the sky, it seemed that he could see the heroic figures fighting in it.
"Jiuying, feel honored." He murmured softly: "After the three generations of dragon slaying, this is the last one left by the Bai family. It should be used for heroes like this."
In the dead silence, there was no sound of breathing, only the deep echo of the hurricane coming from afar.
Bai Heng peered at the scene in the mirror that magnified everything from thousands of miles away, staring at the burning figure.
In the mirror image, a red frame about the size of a thumb moved rapidly, chasing the unobstructed figure that came and went, enveloping the shadow in it, and then made a sharp sound.
Bai Heng took a deep breath.
The storm set off from Tianmen Pass slowly spread from the distance, like a giant roaring on the earth. Countless silt and dust stirred in it, forming a turbulent sandstorm, and the wind roared like iron.
Bai Heng narrowed his eyes.
"three!"
"two!"
"one!"
At that moment, a clear voice sounded.
That was the echo made by the machine spring when the start button was pressed.
The roar of the storm, the sound of breathing, the mourning of the earth, the echo of the sky... all sounds seemed to have disappeared.
In the cold silence, there was only a muffled sound.
It's like pulling the cork out of a red wine.
A ray of light spurted out from the opening, rushed into the distance, and was lost in the hurricane and sandstorm.
The next moment, the hurricane exploded, and the white waves extended in all directions. The gray-black sandstorm was cruelly cut into two pieces, like torn cloth, making a chaotic sound like a boiling oil pan.
The cold was gone, and the terrifying heat was released from the battering ram, burning red in an instant, as if the furnace of hell was brewing. Tongues of fire that were several feet long spewed out from the exhaust port, licking the ground.
The battering ram opened and threw out the iron box that Bai Heng had just tried his best to fill. However, most of the weight had disappeared, as if it had been taken away by an invisible hand.
Only a red-hot empty box was left rolling on the ground, and finally melted in the flames, emitting a foul smell.
In the terrifyingly high temperature, Bai Heng covered his mouth and nose and did not leave. Instead, he continued to stare at the half-melted screen. Snowflakes flashed on the screen, vaguely reflecting the figure falling from the sky.
At that moment, the "light" that converged into a line penetrated thousands of miles of wind and dust. Wherever it passed, everything fell apart under the impact, and the terrifying pressure left straight ravines and depressions on the earth.
In just an instant, it tore apart the world created by the Sword of the End, penetrated, whizzed past, and passed through the city wall of Tianmen Pass with great devastation, and then passed through diagonally, flying close to the other end of the city pass, shattering The sky disappeared into the darkness of the universe.
The hero's roar stopped abruptly.
In the dead silence, there was only the dull echo of the mutilated body falling to the ground.
On the broken head, the outline of the past can be vaguely seen.
Staring blankly at the sky with one eye.
The smile is gone.
he died.
The belated roar echoed and dissipated in the empty world.
For a long time, for a long time...
Ye Qingxuan's hoarse roar sounded.
"—Bai Heng!!!!!!"