Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

The cloud mirror burst out with brilliant light that passed through the sea of ​​stars, like a meteor that crossed the blockade of the Jidu Mirage, conveying information to a certain supreme being.

No matter how far away, when He sees it, the arrow will fall.

It was a long bow like the Milky Way, with the universe as the background, and the transparent and slender bowstring was the distance between the stars-

The dazzling cross star shone at the top, and the arrow, as gorgeous as a rainbow, crossed time and space and soared over the sea of ​​stars.

If the arrow is shot, it will hit.

As long as the abundance of evil creatures continues, the hunting bow will never stop.

The meteor-like arrow is hotter and more dazzling than the first ray of light at dawn, as if responding to the desperate blue light.

The next moment when the blue light penetrated the sea of ​​clouds, the entire square pot was filled with blazing white light, and the mighty power of the Emperor Bow Siming had already fallen!

Jingtian did not dodge, but silently watched the arrows falling, which were more dazzling than stars and planets.

Are all the moments that can be chosen already destined?

Can the road of destiny be cut off?

There are still so many questions that have not been answered, but... well, some questions may never have answers.

What will people think of before they die?

Jingtian did not think of anything, but faced the white light that engulfed the square pot with a smile that was no different from before, and still held the magic fan in his hand.

The first thing to break was the Kanyun Mirror that sent out the distress signal, and then the Jidu Mirage that covered the sky above the square pot. Everything is the same under the power of the Emperor Bow.

Until the white light submerged Jingtian's body.

"Master——!"

An Ming let out a sad roar, and once again, he felt the pain of losing his loved ones.

But now there is no time for him to continue to suffer. The moment Wuye's hand was reversed, he cut out a sharp sword breath, forming a wall of sword energy in front of him.

Behind them was the battlefield hospital, where there were many Luofu doctors and wounded soldiers. It was impossible to evacuate the area affected by the might of the Emperor's Bow in time!

Can't retreat!

If you retreat, everything will be irreversible!

An Ming saw with his own eyes that countless battleships were crushed into dust under the residual might of the Emperor's Bow. Whether it was Luofu's or Fengraomin's, they all dissipated into the air, as if they had never appeared.

In front of the vast might of the Star God, the existence of mortals is nothing.

They are just dust.

Wuye's sword energy made the air explode violently. When the arrow of the Emperor's Bow fell to the ground, it seemed that the whole land disappeared.

Yu Fei knelt on the ground trembling, her whole body lost strength, and she didn't even have time to feel despair. Her mind was blank.

The earth was collapsing, and the buildings were instantly crushed into dust-like powder. Whether it was Yunqi or Fengraomin, their lives were instantly dissipated.

"Give me--"

"Get up!"

The white sword energy that rushed into the sky formed an arc-shaped barrier, becoming the last shelter under the ruthless power of God.

The moment the sword energy came into contact with the power of God, it was shattered. Wuye's sword body broke into large cracks, and An Ming felt that his whole body had lost all feeling.

Submerged by the ruthless white light--

He saw Yu Fei's whole body behind him dissipated under the flushing of the white light. The first thing to break was the flesh and blood, and then the bones, until it turned into insignificant dust.

No.

No...!

Obviously, not long ago, she was still trying her best to treat the wounded. No, there must be something wrong!

No, it shouldn't be like this!

An Ming's eyes were red, and he roared and wanted to lift Wuye again, but even his arms were ruthlessly annihilated by the white light.

Death has come.

Mortals are nothing under the power of the Star God.

"Xuan'er..."

An Ming was mercilessly washed down by the white light, and it seemed that he could hear the sound of flesh and blood being decomposed. Wu Ye broke into two pieces with a crisp explosion.

Can't...can't die like this.

He promised Fu Xuan that he would go back alive!

In the body of Annihilation, a golden light shone, and while reshaping An Ming's body, it resisted the remaining power of the Emperor Bow's arrows.

Somewhere far away.

Emperor Bow Siming looked down and saw the boy who was protected by abundance, and the broken Yunqi Xiaowei Yuzhao on his waist.

When An Ming woke up again, it was unknown how long it had passed. He was awakened by the shocked Chi Ming.

According to the Chi Ming, the arrow of the Emperor Bow directly annihilated most of the square pot, and An Ming was the only survivor in the dust-like ruins.

An Ming stood up in confusion, and wherever he saw with his naked eyes, it was all desolate.

Emperor Bow Siming ended the war with just one arrow.

His great divine grace wiped out all the evil creatures with just one strike.

But An Ming only saw millions of battleship soldiers, and less than 100,000 survived.

Those cloud riders whose bodies were melted, spent all his life but failed to stop the attack of Fengrao people.

"Is that so..."

An Ming looked up, the snow-like dust from the fallen bones hit the boy's face, "Is this fate?"

Tears fell on this uninhabited land, An Ming picked up the broken Wuye, and never said a word again.

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Xingcha Sea.

Fu Xuan clenched her fists tightly, unable to calm the tension in her heart. She had already lost her master, and could not lose An Ming again!

Today is the day when the battle ship returns. The third Fengrao people war on Fanghu has completely ended. Luofu suffered heavy losses, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers can no longer return to their hometown.

The battle ship slowly docked, and Fu Xuan found An Ming from it at a glance, but when she saw An Ming's eyes, her heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

——What a heartbreaking look.

Lonely, helpless, painful and numb, as if he had lost his soul, An Ming stood there, but he didn't look like An Ming.

Fu Xuan didn't recognize the boy there.

"An Ming!"

Fu Xuan rushed into the crowded crowd. She could hear the embrace of tears of joy and the hope that was completely lost because of not being able to find relatives.

She just tried her best to hold An Ming's hand and lead him out of the surging crowd.

"Sister Xuan'er..."

An Ming's eyes briefly regained some color. He held Fu Xuan's hand tightly and felt alive.

He seemed to be dead, but he was still standing here.

"Are you hurt? I'm worried about you, I..." Fu Xuan wanted to say something but stopped abruptly, and a trace of grief flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Yes, the master is gone, and you can get the answer even without asking such questions.

"Let's go home."

Fu Xuan held back her tears and hugged An Ming tightly.

An Ming felt as if something had returned to his heart, warm and flowing through his body.

It was late spring when he left, and it was early autumn when he returned.

The peach blossoms in the yard were all over the ground, like snow, drifting in the wind.