Xin Mars River: Awakening on the eve of the apocalypse

The light of dawn gradually pierced the gathering place of No. 179, which was shrouded in gunsmoke, and the devastated village ushered in the dawn of a new day.

On a flat hillside behind the gathering place, Wu Mingyi stood silently in a military uniform.

In front of them were hundreds of new graves, and two ragged monks were shuttling between them, overtaking one resident of No. 179 one after another.

After Meng Nan left, Wu Mingyi took Daystar's soldiers to work all night, treating the surviving villagers and pretending to bury the villagers.

"Master Xiu, Master Xiuwu.

Wu Mingyi walked behind Xiu Wu and said softly.

Since Xiu Chun woke up from his fainting in the middle of the night yesterday, the two warrior monks of Longyin Temple have been busy, and Wu Mingyi is full of respect for these two monks.

"General Wu. The

two of them returned the salute to Wu Mingyi with a tired face.

Wu Mingyi said: "The two masters have worked hard, we can handle the next matters, please take a break."

Xiu Chun sighed, one arm hung weakly beside him, and the other palm performed a Buddha salute, and recited softly:

"Amitabha, General Wu, please also take a break, all living beings are suffering, and the two brothers and sisters will send the names of these more than 100 suffering villages to reincarnation." "

Thank you, General Wu, for taking care of me. Xiu Wu on the side also put his palms together and said to Wu Mingyi.

"Mom-Mom!"

Just as the three of them were talking, a crisp child's voice came with a crying voice, and the three of them looked over, and the little girl who woke up ran out of the military tent with tears in her eyes, and when she saw the three of them, she cried and rushed into Xiuwu's arms.

Stroking the crying girl, Xiu Wu couldn't help but sigh again.

There is so much suffering in the world.

Seeing this, Wu Mingyi also let out a sigh, and then said to the two senior brothers:

"The two masters have also seen that although the war of wild beasts is over, the crisis of our human race has never been resolved, and my Qixing was formed to block the crisis and continue the human fire.

The two cultivators, the two warrior monks were stunned, glanced at each other, and then pondered.

Wu Mingyi didn't urge, but stood quietly aside.

After a while, I saw that the two of them seemed to have made up their minds, and they glanced at each other gently.

"Amitabha, forgive the little monk for not being able to obey his fate. Xiu Wu first sighed, looked at the little girl in his arms, and then said to Wu Mingyi: "All living beings are suffering, but there are dozens of travelers and pilgrims in Longyin Temple who need shelter, General Wu rest assured, if the surviving people in this No. 179 gathering place are in need, Xiu Wu is free to sweep the couch in Longyin Temple to greet them, as for the senior brother, he ......" said

, the two turned their heads to look at Xiu Chun on the side, only to see Xiu Chun staring at a new tomb in the distance in a daze, silent for a long time.

That was Xiucheng's grave.

After a moment of silence, Xiu Chun turned his head to look at Xiu Wu, two hot tears suddenly flowed out, Xiu Chun clasped his hands together violently, and said to

Xiu Wu: "Senior Brother Xiu Wu... I feel that the Buddha's heart is no longer stable, so I will no longer return to the mountain! I should have fallen into the slaughter and protect the Buddha with blood, and the Longyin Temple will be handed over to you!"

Seeing this, Xiuwu sighed secretly, and then said

to the senior brother: "Amitabha, senior brother, when my Buddha is merciful and King Kong also has angry eyes, since the senior brother is blinded by evil anger at this moment, please use martial arts to prove the Tao in this red and bloody world, and the senior brother will wait in the temple for the senior brother in charge to return to the temple." Brother... Take care!" Xiu

Chu nodded, turned his head to Wu Mingyi and said

, "General Wu, I'll go with you."

"Okay! Master Xiu Chun is righteous.

Wu Mingyi was very happy, and immediately bowed to the two.

The sunlight broke through the fog and illuminated the post-war gathering place of No. 179, and the shallow Sanskrit sound gently drifted through the devastated mountains, smoothing the scars and bringing new life.

......

The warm morning sun also rises in the valley where the cold Nordic wind howls.

There are thousands of new graves in the world, and there is no difference here.

A hill-like mound appeared in the valley of the wind and snow.

A large mound, two smaller clothed mounds, appeared at the rear of the base of the Permafrost Valley.

Ignoring the cold wind and snow hitting his face, Meng Nan was dressed in a black single suit, his face was like water, and he just quietly looked at the grave of his old friend.

Qin Jiangxue, Zhenwu and other people from the Black Forest stood behind him, and Mi Xiu was also dressed in a black suit, trying to hold back tears and convulsions, but his red eyes betrayed him.

The wind and snow were deep, and the guests were speechless.

Meng Nan woke up from his daze, slowly took out a delicate wine jug from his pocket, took a sip, and then sprinkled it in front of Bernie's grave.

There was a flash of light, and the traveler suddenly appeared with a few strangers.

Meng Nan gently placed the wine jug in his hand in front of Bernie's grave, got up and said nothing, but greeted the traveler in a low voice.

The traveler walked briskly, gently removed his hat, revealing his snow-white hair, and walked to the grave of the three Bernies, bowing his head in respect.

There were also a few people who appeared with the traveler, and one of them, a tall woman in a black dress, walked forward with red eyes and stared at Meng Nan hatefully.

"Sister Sheila... I..."

——!

a clear sound, Zhenwu and the others were startled, and they were about to step forward to dissuade them, but they were stopped by Qin Jiangxue, who shook his head sadly.

Meng Nan, who was slapped in the face, was unmoved, but said in a low voice: "Sister Sheila... I'm sorry. Sheila

, a tall gray-haired woman, is the captain of the Red Tide "Endless Sea" team, a second-order high-level powerhouse, and Bernie's lover.

Sheila stared at her azure eyes and said with a trembling voice

, "You're already in the third order, why... Why can't you save him... Why!"

Before the words fell, Sheila collapsed and fell on Meng Nan's shoulder and cried.

Meng Nan was speechless for a while, and could only gently comfort Sheila.

"yes... Why can't I save him..."

... In the midst of the wind and snow, the Permafrost Valley was once again as clean as before, and the three new graves were covered in new snowflakes as if they had always been there.

......

Although the battle of Gathering Place 179 ended, the shock to all parties was no less than a major earthquake.

The leaders of the Red Tide and other deformed organizations held high-level meetings one after another, and at the same time sent waves of spies to infiltrate the council, with only one purpose, to find out what the mysterious creature armor of Daystar that could single-handedly kill second-order high-end deformants was.

In the Leviathan base, Sawtooth stood in front of the gentleman with a nervous face, and the gentleman frowned, thinking carefully about how to deal with Meng Nan, the new third order.

In the Daystar Base, Wu Mingyi was frowning and staring at the documents in his hand, what he held in his hand were documents on the further development of Pandora's armor and its suppressor, this battle, exposed a lot of problems, but also brought him a lot of inspiration.

In the First Council, the gray-haired councillors laughed loudly, and in their hands were the statistics of the results of the battle.

On the training ground outside the office, Xiu Chun looked at his brand-new mechanical right fist and silently recited: The warrior monk Xiu Chun has passed away, and there is only the guardian Shura in the world.

In Longyin Temple, Xiu Wu put down the scriptures in his hand, smiled and looked at a few children playing in the temple, looking at the distant mountains.

Lu Qi on Crazy Queen Island was climbing on the deep cliff, his eyes full of hope.

People from all over the world have gone their own way.