"Although your Yang Gate's spirit please god is powerful, it may not be able to fight against that god."
Yang Qiankun smiled and shook his head, "I have already made my senses, the future world still needs to be led by all of you here, I hope that in the future, there will be no war, no gunsmoke, and before the arrival of the Protoss, the kings can still lead all the living beings to resist them as they do today."
At this moment, all the kings were silent.
They knew very well what enlightenment meant by a king.
"What needs to be done from us" Yang Qiankun's sleeve robe waved, and ten small array pillars swept towards the kings, "I need you to support a small Qiankun array, I will control it, I will suppress the god body, when the time comes, you will work together to kill the Night King, how about this battle?"
"If you can suppress the gods, the Night King, we will join forces, and we will definitely be able to kill them."
"However, where are you going to find enough powerful spirits, and where are we going to find the Night King?"
the two questions asked by the Earth King were also what the others wanted to ask.
He smiled faintly, "Where is the place with the most souls in the world?"
When the kings heard this, they immediately understood, "purgatory" He nodded, "As for the Night King, he still has to get the Tiger Talisman and open the door of reincarnation, so that he and the strength of the divine body can be raised to a higher level, so even if we don't go to him, he will come to us."
The kings nodded.
"I'll go back to the Shrine of Light."
The Elven Queen is gone.
"Buyi, you just stay, and finish up with these old guys" Mao Buyi's brows sank.
"Old guy, although my strength is not as good as yours, this divine soul is definitely stronger than your remnant soul, I can help you" "I know you can help me, but, boys, you can't live without grandpa."
Yang Qiankun smiled at his old friend, he has fought all his life, and there are not many people who really understand him.
There was a brief silence.
"I see, you go."
At this moment, Mao Buyi didn't say anything more.
"Old thing, I haven't avenged the revenge of the year, I must live" Zhou Fu stepped on, with a calm old face, but he couldn't get angry.
The old friends appeared one after another, and Yang Qiankun was very relieved to see this.
"Xiao Fu, it was Zhenfan's decision to abandon you back then, and the Night King had already awakened at that time" He wanted to explain something, but Zhou Fu interrupted him.
"I don't want to know now, come back alive and tell me" Zhou Fu was as strong as ever, even with a hint of indifference.
Zhou Fu's age is ranked last among the top ten, and he was also the guy who liked to make trouble behind Yang Qiankun's ass the most, like a living treasure pestering him, and he couldn't get rid of it.
But in a lifetime, there will always be too many changes, how much I once admired, and how much I hated in the past few decades.
Yang Qiankun was very bitter in his heart, and he wanted to say that at that time, even if he stayed, he would not be able to turn the tide of the battle.
He chose silence.
The brothers gathered together and were speechless for a while.
At that time, he was still a young man with strong blood, but now he has gray temples and is old, counting three generations and woolen cloth clothes, a total of twelve people, and now only these few people are left.
The peak powerhouses of the same era, the legends of the past, can't escape the years.
"Whether you are invincible in the world, ordinary or ordinary, in the best years, you still have to be with the people you miss, coarse tea and light food, food and clothing are worry-free."
"There is a courtyard of your own, come old, sit in front of the court to enjoy the flowers, listen to the breeze, have wine and meat and old friends" He smiled faintly, sighed lightly, and sighed what he had hoped for in his life.
"Precious."
A precious voice made everyone silent again.
On the wasteland battlefield, Yang Rui and others destroyed the withering and decaying, and the top powerhouses of the younger generation fought in the competition and killed the army of strange ghosts.
Yang Rui met Uncle Eight Liang, the latter has broken through to the eighth grade over the years, and his strength is stable in the realm of the peak of the eighth grade, and his swordsmanship is superb, even if he is eight turns and two grades, he can fight.
The same is true of the banquet guests, these predecessors who once helped him, and now they are all dedicating their strength on this battlefield.
The scales of war are tilting in favor of the righteous side, and the army of strange ghosts has collapsed.
"No matter how strong the commander of the light pole is, it is useless, we have many kings by our side, no matter how strong the Night King is, he will eventually be killed" All the warriors shouted in surprise, and the excited voices resounded over this almost barren wasteland, which was the sound of countless creatures cheering, victory in sight.
The army of strangers became less and less, and the cheers grew louder and louder, but gradually, as the war drew to a close, the cheers were gone.
Everyone was numb, staring blankly at the corpses all over the ground, kneeling in a pool of blood and staring at the vast sea of blood in a daze.
The balance of victory is in favor of justice, but how much did they pay?
Countless living beings perished, and former comrades-in-arms and former companions died one by one in this countless mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
Laughing, laughing, crying.
They had long been numb, mechanically waving their arms to fight the army of strangers, and could not bear to look back at their comrades who had fallen in the sea of blood, and now they looked back, where could they still find their corpses An old man from the West was weeping bitterly, he used to be full of children and grandchildren, three generations of a family, a war, and now only he is a lonely old man.
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A dwarven warrior was missing an arm, and with his only hand, he was powerless to support an elven warrior, who eventually died in his arms, his only elven friend.
Corpses are everywhere, except for corpses, or corpses.
No one benefits from a brutal war, regardless of the outcome.
The cost of war is too great, peace, isn't it This is the cry in the hearts of countless people.
The army of strangers retreated, and the war in the wasteland was finally won at a painful price for the living beings, but no one was happy.
A civilian woman from the West, weeping bitterly, took her child and crossed the Great Wall of Desperation and rushed to the battlefield.
There are lucky to be able to see the other half, who is still alive, at this moment, how lucky they are, clinging to each other on this battlefield.
However, more than that, only the tears with the cry flowed and merged into the sea of blood.
There is even a fierce woman, who pieced together the stump of her husband from the mountain of corpses, and finally held his corpse and died in love.
What if you lose and win the war The prince of the elven clan, kneeling in the sea of blood, wept silently, although the war was won, but what they got was nothing but the corpses of the clansmen and the alliances all over the ground.
The dwarves and elves, who had fought for countless years, hugged each other and wept bitterly.
This damn war, how many people send black hair for nothing The people of the Yang Sect stood quietly above the void, overlooking the corpse mountain and sea of blood below, unable to say a word, countless young and strong people silently walked down the void and recited the Sutra of Salvation
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