Heroic Soul: Drunken Qianqiu

The biting cold wind left no trace, mixing the smell of blood, gunpowder smoke, and decay lingering in the air into the nose.

However, no one paid attention to these details. They just raised their heads and looked at Tang Tianjun's figure.

From the beginning to the end he only made three blows.

The first knife cut through the abyss and saved Fu Sheng.

The second sword split the sky and killed the culprit.

The third sword, Nirvana, determines the universe.

If Tang Tianjun hadn't stayed, I'm afraid this Ming Ruins would no longer exist, and together with the stories and people that happened here, would be buried in the darkness.

Everyone looked at Tang Tianjun, their tired eyes glowing with stars, as if they were waiting for something, or hoping for something, but they were all speechless.

Looking at the embarrassed figures of everyone, Tang Tianjun showed a hint of apology on his face, and then bowed deeply to everyone, "Everyone, thank you for your hard work..."

"The war...is over..."

A few short words came out of his mouth and echoed in the void until everyone could hear them.

At this moment, a twilight dawn broke in the distant sky, passing through the void, piercing the darkness, shining on the devastated earth, on everyone's blood-stained faces, and on every tired heart.

Everyone present was silent. There was no cheering, no jumping for joy, and no ecstasy as imagined. They just showed a faint smile that came from their heart.

As the voice fell, everyone was no longer able to support their bodies and fell limply to the ground.

At this time, news of the end of the war also came from various battlefields.

In the east, the long-haired evil spirit was killed by Chu Weiyu, and He Wannian was seriously injured and fled. In the north, Xiao Wang led many soldiers to kill all the evil spirits...

At this point, the world has been decided.

For everyone, this night was too long, so long that they forgot time, life and death, so long that they only had a long-lasting smile for company...

Looking at the scattered corpses on the battlefield, Tang Tianjun's eyes suddenly became dim.

He sighed and said in a heavy tone, "Place the bodies of the soldiers and take them...home."

Zhao Wenlong paused, endured his injuries and stood upright, solemnly performed a military salute, and held on for a long time.

After being guarded all year round in Mingxu, perhaps this place has become their second 'home', but after all, it is not their real home.

The moon is the brightness of my hometown.

The real home is where they have the people they love deeply and who also love them deeply, what they look forward to day and night, and what they think about day and night...

When the person you miss meets again, the person you love deeply meets again, what you see is not the former him, but a cold black box, that...

Zhao Wenlong's body trembled slightly, and there were tears in the eyes of the two-meter-tall muscular man.

There was a long silence.

Tang Tianjun nodded slightly and glanced at Qin Ye and Cheng Yong before his heavy expression eased.

"Let's end the first phase of the 'Tianxing Project' first. I will send the surrounding Spirit-Suppressing Army to guard this place and let the soldiers rest first."

"Okay." Zhao Wenlong responded.

Where no one could see him, Tang Tianjun sighed softly, a trace of exhaustion flashing across his face.

Nowadays, the situation in the outside world is not optimistic. The seals of Mingxu are constantly weakening, evil spirit incidents are becoming more and more frequent, and some forces have begun to lose their patience and secretly make small moves behind the scenes.

For a moment, he just felt stressed.

The current years are quiet, but they are nothing more than the flower moon in the water. If there is a slight movement, it will immediately break and turn into nothingness and cease to exist...

After explaining some more things, he left in a hurry, coming and going in a hurry.

No matter what, as long as he is around, God will not be in chaos for the time being, of course, only for now.

After Tang Tianjun left, Zhao Wenlong flew up and shouted, "Those who can still stand up, come with me. Let's take the brothers... home together!"

After the words fell, dozens of figures in the distance and near stood up with difficulty, moving their bodies like zombies, letting the blood drip and the cold wind biting their bones.

Step by step, we are walking towards the origins floating in mid-air. There are the bodies and souls of brothers there...

Death is commonplace here, and grief is no longer blatant.

Without saying anything, everyone carefully suppressed the painful emotions in their hearts, for fear of accidentally breaking the peaceful scene.

"The pain of war, the blood smeared with weeds..."

Li Bai let out a long sigh, his eyes full of regret. In the past life and now, this scene has never been similar, but the general trend is the trend and he has to do it...

At this moment, the First Emperor has returned to his normal size. Even after countless wars, seeing this horrific endgame, there is still a trace of unbearable and imperceptible light in his eyes.

But soon, he returned to his former coercive appearance. He is an emperor, and the emperor's heart is unpredictable, but it is still possible to do some things...

Immediately, he waved his sleeves and robe, and countless golden light points rose from the void, and as the morning light fell on everyone, they turned into rich and gentle vitality, repairing everyone's injuries.

After everything was done, his figure became somewhat transparent and his breath became weak.

However, his majestic figure in front of the red sun, the golden light and red light intertwined, are deeply imprinted in everyone's mind.

Without saying a word, he gently patted Qin Ye's shoulder, which turned into golden light and penetrated Qin Ye's body. Li Bai sighed and followed closely.

Qin Ye stood there with an extremely calm expression.

Countless life and death crises and the loss of too many lives left his eyes numb, unable to see any emotion, and he allowed the strong wind to beat against his body.

At this time, a weak voice sounded.

"Old Qin..."

He came back to his senses and followed the sound, only to see Cheng Yong smiling at him. However, the next moment, Cheng Yong collapsed on the ground like a puddle of stagnant water.

"Fat man!"

Qin Ye shouted, rushed over, lifted up Cheng Yong's body and kept shouting.

Ripples rose in my heart again, and the numbness completely disappeared at this moment, replaced by panic.

The shouts kept echoing, and he shook Cheng Yong's body vigorously, but he couldn't get any response at all, only the floating in his chest became smaller and smaller.

"Fat man!"

He yelled in despair.

Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind, "Stop shouting, he's fine."

Qin Ye froze and turned around to look, only to see a rather elegant middle-aged man. Of course, it would be nice if his hair wasn't so messy.

"Is everything okay?" Qin Ye asked softly.

"Well, it's okay. They are just too tired. They will be fine if they sleep for a while." Feng Chengyun said with a slight smile.

"Hululu...Hululu..." At this moment, Cheng Yong's thunderous snoring sounded.

"call…"

Qin Ye breathed a long sigh of relief and felt relieved. He was indeed a little panicked just now. Just when he wanted to say a word of thanks to Feng Chengyun, he saw that the other party had already arrived at Zhao Wenlong's side.

Seeing Zhao Wenlong's embarrassed look, Feng Chengyun wanted to move more than a few words, but when he saw the devastated battlefield below and the countless corpses without any signs of life, he couldn't say anything.

The battlefield here was many times more tragic than he imagined...

"coming?"

Zhao Wenlong's voice was a little hoarse.

"I may have to wait for a while before inviting you to drink the tea this time."

He forced a smile and tried not to look so embarrassed. However, this poor acting skills cannot be concealed from Feng Chengyun at all.

However, Feng Chengyun didn't give in. He just nodded slightly and replied "Yeah".

Listening to the wind in silence, looking at the dawn without sleep, the two of them did not speak, just quietly watching the belated dawn.

The silence speaks……