Another loud noise came, and the light in front of me became more and more dazzling. At the same time, I could sense that the soul power in the air seemed to be rioting. Everyone seemed to be in a storm, and the current location of the palace was the wind.
Eye.
It can be seen that some people are running away from that position like crazy, but everyone's eyes are without any hesitation. Even if people like Mo Zheng and Wanwan have no obligation to rescue the Jida, they have no obligation to do so.
Half a moment of hesitation.
Buzz——
The closer they get, the more violent the storm blows. This is the first time for many people to see such a battle scene. They are still at least several kilometers away from that place, and the fluctuations of the soul power are already like a wave.
He slapped them again and again, slowing them down.
"Let me make it clear first that we probably won't be able to solve anything there. We must act under the premise of ensuring our own safety, do you understand?!"
Everyone nodded in unison, but just as Wanwan turned around, a strange sound came. The sound was clear and crisp, a bit like the sound of a clock being struck, but upon closer inspection, it was somewhat different. Originally, they were not the same.
I didn't really care, until this moment.
Bang--
Wanwan, who was going towards Qianxuan, suddenly stopped, but just as she was asking what happened, an invisible force suddenly came down from her body. She groaned, and her knees instantly bent and almost fell to her knees.
She came down, but when she looked at the people around her, they were already pressed to the ground.
"What is this?!"
You can see Wanwan trying her best to raise her palm, but the ground seems to have a magical attraction that locks her tightly. Everyone is struggling, and there are also some soldiers who are escaping next to them.
After lying on the ground, Qianxuan was the only one still standing.
"I can't move at all."
Even with the strength, they couldn't move at all at this moment. The force was so overwhelming that everyone was almost breathless. Qian Xuan gritted his teeth and straightened up, and at the same time he roughly understood the current situation.
Something must have happened at the center of the storm. Although I don't know what happened, there is no doubt that there is a force pressing on everyone. Qianxuan's body must not be as strong as the force. This can only mean one thing, that
It was because she was less affected by this power that she was able to stand.
Before she had time to think about the reason, Qianxuan continued to spread her legs and run forward. Her body felt as if it was filled with lead. Every step was extremely heavy. Her eyesight was gradually moistened with sweat, but she could not raise her hands at all.
wipe.
"Be careful! Sister Qianxuan."
Qianxuan disappeared from everyone's eyes, and she should be the only one who can pass now.
...
Bang--
At this moment, the palace has turned into ruins. With heavy breathing, the palace is getting closer and closer, but the power seems to be growing continuously. She has been pressed to the point of fainting. She has never
I have never felt that walking has been so difficult. The closer I get, the more I feel that every step requires tenacious perseverance.
"No. You can't get there at all."
Facing today's crisis, she has never felt so useless. She is the only one who can move now. The Jida must also need her very much. She needs her as a wife who has always been with her, but she doesn't.
Can't even walk there.
At this moment, a white light lit up in front of her, and she saw two figures, two figures in the open space, one of whom was bathed in holy white light, suspended in mid-air, and the aura on his body was so powerful that it made people feel...
Pointing his finger, he looked down at the people below like a god.
The other man was covered in blood at this moment, his flesh and blood sticking to his clothes, looking extremely miserable. He fell to his knees on the ground, as if he had lost all his strength.
That kneeling person is not the Yakuza, so isn’t the Yakuza...
Qianxuan gritted her teeth and tried to stand up again. The joints in her body were cracking and she was suffering unimaginable pain. She closed her eyes tightly and her expression was extremely painful. Until a certain moment, this pressure...
But suddenly disappeared.
She raised her head in surprise, only to see that the kneeling man was nowhere to be found, and the man bathed in the sacred white light slowly touched the ground with his toes, and then there was an incredible attraction.
Coming!
call--
For a moment, there was a strong wind, and no other sound could be heard. All the sounds were drowned in the hurricane. The wind blade caused burning pain all over Qianxuan's body, and bloody wounds continued to appear on her body.
, she lay down on the ground to protect herself from the strong wind as much as possible.
It seemed that all the soul power was being sucked towards that place. It was like a bottomless black hole, madly sucking in the soul power of the world, until at a certain moment, everything was restored in an instant.
Return to silence.
There was only a bang as Jidao's body fell. Qianxuan screamed and rushed out quickly, arriving in front of him immediately.
"The Ultimate Way!!!"
Since the return of the Jidao, she has never been so anxious. Every time she sees this face, there is an invisible feeling of sadness, and she will start to blame herself and feel guilty.
The originally extremely handsome face has now become like this. Now, is there even something wrong with his body?
That is definitely not the Yakuza. Qianxuan can be sure that neither the aura nor the methods are the style of the Yakuza. That is a completely different person, an extremely powerful person, even so powerful that it surpasses his cognition!
The person kneeling on the ground should be someone from outside. There should be no one inside who can stand in the eye of the storm and bear this terrible pressure at close range, only people from outside.
The familiar mask, the familiar set of costumes made by Qianxuan herself, she looked at the person in her arms lovingly, but unexpectedly he suddenly sat up at this time, Qianxuan exclaimed, this is too fast, just now
What about in a comatose state?
He didn't ask what happened just now. Seeing the messy palace around him, Jidao could roughly guess what happened. He understood these things very well.
"Qianxuan, did you see anything?"
"I..."
She hesitated, not knowing whether she should tell the Yida that this was an unbelievable fact after all. Or perhaps, this was very bad news for the Yida, tantamount to a slap in the head.
"I should have used another method to become like another person."
Jidao suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky. He felt extremely confused at this moment. It seemed that there was finally a sign and an answer to why he was important. Why so many people would care about such an ordinary self.
"Qianxuan, you said that what is important is my consciousness. Or is it this body, or another consciousness?"
His voice was extremely low, as if everything had become unimportant, a bit like the last whisper of a person before death.
"No. The important thing must be you!"
Qianxuan threw herself into Ji Dao's arms. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled apologetically and hugged his wife tightly.
Also, what are you doing thinking about these things? No matter who the important person is, he now has a wife who loves him deeply. No matter what the future holds, she will definitely move forward with him.
People, the most important thing is to grasp the present. The future is still too far away. Instead of being troubled like this, it is better to cherish every day and every time now, just like now.
It's easy to say, but sometimes, you still can't help but be disturbed by such emotions. Everything that is confused and unknown seems to be extremely scary, even everything and everyone you encounter.
But the only thing he could be sure of was that the person in his arms loved him deeply, and he loved her deeply, and that was enough.
...
When she opened her eyes again, Qianxuan found that they were already outside, with hundreds of people densely surrounding them. However, she did not blush, but gently broke away from his arms.
It seems that this space finally collapsed due to Chongming's death.
He saw Zhu An, who had an expression of disbelief on his face, and he clenched his fists tightly. All the living people in this space had escaped. Wanwan and Mo Zheng were there.
Next to Jidao, they nodded to each other, but Jidao could see that there was a trace of fear, deep fear hidden in their eyes.
"Sister Wanwan, I have something to ask of you."
What he wanted was naturally Chongming's ethnic group, and this demon had to be eliminated. Chongming didn't trust outsiders, so he refused to let anyone solve the matter. He made his own choice and took on all this alone.
But now that he is dead, this responsibility has also fallen on the shoulders of the Yakuza.
For him, this is a kind of responsibility. Just like if you kill a person, you are responsible for his family, so everything is justified, but he does not have the ability, so he can only turn to Wanwan for help.
.
For the human race, this is what they should deal with. Therefore, Ji Dao will not feel guilty, and she immediately agreed. For such a large race, this should not be a difficult matter.
As for Zhu An, he wanted to lead the people of the human race to that place. After the things here were over, but before Ji Dao left, he suddenly received a message:
"Thank you very much for your willingness to resolve his matter. But we are brothers after all. I have no chance to kill you now, but I may not in the future."
Jidao did not respond, but took Qianxuan and Sutong away from this place, which made him feel a little sad.
The fragments of memories that emerged out of thin air may not be his at all. The situation that things have developed to this point can be said to be a blow to the head. The loss of memory is probably also related to that other soul. From this point of view, he seems to be being used.