In a large deep valley in Tianfu Star, the entrance is written "Tomb of All Demons". There are piles of indistinguishable plant remains. Even though tens of thousands of years have passed, the tragic situation of that year can still be seen.
Sun Weiming shouted into the deep valley: "I am the Dragon King. I know that you have suffered for thousands of years and you are innocent. Now I want you to go back with a smile and turn into a plant spirit and return to the embrace of the earth."
When Sun Weiming was speaking, raindrops fell from the sky, and the scene was filled with sadness. All the demons were praying. I heard the voice of the algae demon king murmur: "Red hair algae, fur algae, have been around for thousands of years, and they are incompetent as teachers. Back then,
I can't rescue you, and I can't let you rest in peace. Thank God for the arrangement. Now that the Dragon King is here, I hope you can find true peace."
Many demon kings also recited some eulogies, and the ghosts scattered on the scene slowly gathered together.
Sun Weiming performed the "Flower Sacrifice" technique that was passed down by the Purple Spider with ten arms, and pieces of white petals appeared in the sky slowly covering the deep valley, like clean white snow.
Sun Weiming was moved by the scene, held back his grief, and shouted loudly: "Holy grace descended from heaven, triggered by spiritual fire."
A ball of flame shot down from the sky, petals flew up in the deep valley, and fireworks fell from the sky, like a meteor shower. The dark corpses below slowly melted away, and the surrounding ghosts could be felt slowly dissipating in the deep valley.
In mid-air, some phantoms appeared.
"Dragon King, thank you." Juhua said to Sun Weiming, and then turned to Huaying and said: "Master, farewell forever."
"Thank you Dragon King for saving us from the suffering of fire. Farewell Master." Only the shadow of the three-breathing clock rose appeared in the air.
As long as a corpse is melted, its ghost spirit will be gone. All kinds of plant spirits thanked Sun Weiming and said goodbye to their master. All the demon kings wiped their tears.
Sun Weiming was so sad that he couldn't bear to look any further and walked back. Yan Beitian came over and said, "Wei Ming, thank you for your hard work."
"Lao Yan, there will be more casualties in the next battle. I don't know if I can survive it." Sun Weiming said.
"You have always valued love and justice, but no matter who lives or dies, you must always remember that there are billions of galaxies and countless creatures in the Turin world. They are heading towards the abyss step by step. Only we who are strong can help them tide over the difficulties.
." Yan Beitian said.
Sun Weiming said: "Old Yan, it doesn't matter whether you live or die, it's just..."
Before Sun Weiming finished speaking, Yan Beitian waved his hand, looked into the distance, and interjected: "Life and death are determined by fate, Wei Ming, even if I die in battle one day, I will not allow you to miss the mission due to grief. Do you understand?"
Sun Weiming nodded vigorously. Yan Beitian didn't care about life or death. Although he was an open-minded and heroic man, there was always a trace of loneliness between his eyebrows. Maybe it had something to do with the poem he said when he was injured in the battle with Roban Eclipse and fell into coma...
The swallows are whirling, the mountains are as fast as the wind, the man holding the sword is unparalleled in the flying rain sword; holding the sword flat, the snowflakes reflect the hibiscus, the purple clouds are shadowed, and the nine-night steps are flying in the clouds.
This matter had been on Sun Weiming's mind for a long time, and he couldn't help but ask: "Old Yan, who is Bu Feixia?"
Yan Beitian's shoulders moved slightly, and he looked into the distance. He sighed, and after a long time, he said, "She is my wife."
"Feiyu Sword Wushuang" Yan Beitian and "Purple Cloud Shadow" Bu Feixia belong to different sects. They were originally lovers and worked together to make their way through the world.
It is so admirable to hoe the traitors and help the weak, and to support each other, but it is a pity...
"What happened?" Sun Weiming asked curiously.
"Bu Feixia's sect is called the 'Jiu Xiao Sword Sect', and its main territory is in the north." Yan Beitian recalled the unbearable past.
"Each ethnic group has different habits and beliefs. What's worse is that the Han people are the upper class of that society, while the Hu people are reduced to the bottom class of society, and they are bullied and abused by the Han people."
"Does this have anything to do with Bu Feixia?" Sun Weiming asked.
"In our era, Hu people were not allowed to practice. I didn't expect that the Jiuxiao Sword Sect was the base camp for the Hu people to infiltrate the Central Plains Taoist sect, and Bu Feixia's master was actually a Hu person." Yan Beitian said.
"Is this...is there any difference?" Sun Weiming said.
"Of course, I will always remember the scene when the Dao Dao sects in the Central Plains besieged the Jiuxiao sect. Alas, the past is full of memories." Yan Beitian said.
He said slowly, thinking of his beloved wife, with complex emotions of being unable to leave her chic face and longing for her, "Feixia was seriously injured and died during the siege."
Yan Beitian was choked with sobs, and then he seemed to be talking to the soul of his beloved wife in the distance: "I will never forget that scene back then... On a snowy night in the barren mountains, the thin flying snow in the sky was reflected by the bonfire.
The sky seemed to be dotted with cold stars. Alas, 'Tonight is my happiest day, and being able to spend the night with you is my greatest blessing.', these were Feixia's last words..."
Yan Beitian's face was full of tears, the swords on his back were drawn out, and he sang: "Falling flowers are swaying and the moon is slanting. I have spent many years wandering around in the three realms of mountains and rivers. I am the only one who is free and easy, Yan Beitian."
He began to dance his swords, and white flying flowers appeared in the sky. His long white clothes fluttered, and his swords were powerful. Every stroke contained endless love and longing.
Sun Weiming watched this scene quietly, which reminded Sun Weidan of a person, a shadow that could only be placed deep in his heart.
Alas, Sun Weiming was actually a little envious of Yan Beitian. He could cry and dance for love, but what about Sun Weiming himself?
After a long time, Yan Beitian stopped dancing with his sword, glanced at Sun Weiming, and said: "Feixia asked me to swear that I will not take revenge or die for love. Wei Ming, I agreed, and I will bury her with my own hands." He said.
While holding the sword, he lightly stroked it in the air.
"Old Yan, he is dead, don't keep living in the past." Sun Weiming could only advise him, but he was helpless.
This was the most powerful moment in the Dragon Galaxy in millions of years. Tens of thousands of migratory locusts carried troops of monsters and orcs, marching toward the Fruit Star in a mighty manner. Zong Qingan also led a fleet to support them.
The fruit star is a strange planet. It is covered with thick dark clouds and the surface of the planet cannot be seen clearly. Just as we are slowly moving forward and approaching the planet's atmosphere, suddenly, a large black whirlpool appears in front of us. The rotation of the planet
It revealed another ferocious side.
"What is this?" Everyone exclaimed. There was a big eye in the center of the black vortex, like the eye of a typhoon. It spit out black smoke from time to time, making the black vortex thicker and denser.
The red dragon envoy and the blue dragon envoy beside them spit out three words at the same time: "Billions of Spiritual Pearls."
Yi Lingzhu! How to deal with it?
The blue dragon envoy measured it carefully and said: "Fortunately, this Yililing Pearl is not very strong, otherwise even our location would be in danger."
The red dragon envoy asked urgently: "Boss, how many stars do you have on your body?"
"Green starburst and red starburst." Sun Weiming said.
The two dragon envoys began to discuss that maybe it was right that they did not reincarnate. They were the souls of the war millions of years ago. Their past experiences may help us overcome each difficulty.