"Your spirit of Yangmen invites God to be strong, but it may not be possible to fight against that body of God!"

Yang Qiankun smiled and shook his head, "I have done a good job of enlightenment, the future world, but also need to be present here to lead, I hope that in the future, there is no war, no smoke, before the arrival of the gods, the kings can lead all the creatures to resist them!" 」

At this moment, the kings were silent.

What a king says about what they mean is clear to them.

“What do we need to do?”

Yang Qian's sleeves and sleeves, ten small pillars swept to the kings, "I need you to support a small array, controlled by me, I will suppress the divine body, at that time, you work together to kill the night king, this battle, this war, this end!"How?”

"If you can suppress the divine body, the night king, I will be able to kill it when I wait for it!"

“Where are you going to find enough power?”“Where are we going to find the Night King?”The two questions the king asked were also wanted to be asked by others.

He smiled, “Where is the most soul in the world?”

The king said, “Urgrine!”

He nodded, "As for the Night King, he has to get the tiger character, open the door of reincarnation, let himself and the strength of the divine body, to a higher level, so that even if we don't go to him, he will come to us!"

The kings nod their heads.

"I'll go back to the Temple of Light."The Queen is gone.

“Clothes, you stay and finish with these old guys!”

The coat’s eyebrows are heavy.

"Old man, I am not as strong as you, but this spirit, certainly more powerful than your ghost, I can help you!" 」

"I know you can help me, but, children, you can't live without your grandfather."Yang Qiankun smiled at his old friends, he fought for a lifetime, and there were not many people who really understood him.

The dress was briefly silent.

"I understand, you go."

At this moment, the cloth did not say more.

"Old thing, the revenge of the year, I have not reported it, I must live!"He trotted, calmed an old face, but couldn't get angry.

Once old friends, appeared one after another, Yang Qiankun saw this, feel very happy.

"Little Fu, when he threw you down, it was the decision of Zhen Xuan, and the night king had awakened at that time!"He wanted to explain something, and Zhou Fu interrupted him.

“I don’t want to know now, come back alive and tell me!”He was as strong as ever, and even with a hint of indifference.

Zhou Fu's age, in the ten will count down, that year is also the favorite with Yang Qiankun behind the ass of the guy, like a living treasure entangled him, can not get rid of.

But people live a life, there will always be too many changes, there have been many admiration, in the past few decades, how much hate.

Yang Qiankun's heart was very bitter, and he wanted to say that at that time, even if he stayed, he could not reverse the war.

He chose silence.

The brothers gathered together, speechless.

At that time, it was still a young man with just a lot of blood, and now it is two white, hanging old, counting three generations and a cloth coat, a total of 12 people, but now there are only a few people left.

The peak of the same era, once a legend, can not escape the years.

"The world is invincible, ordinary, the best years, or to miss the people together, coarse tea and light food, food and clothing."

"There is a garden of your own, old, sitting in front of the court to enjoy the flowers, listen to the breeze, there is wine, meat and old friends!" 」

He smiled, smiled, and sighed his life.

“Recious.”

It makes people silent again.

...

In the wilderness battlefield, Yang Rui and others destroyed, the top strong of the younger generation, fought in the competition, and killed the army of ghosts.

Yang Rui saw the eight uncles, these years the latter has exceeded eight products, the strength is stable in the peak of the eight products, a sword of the magic, even if the eight turns two can also fight.

The same is true of the guests, who have helped his predecessors, and now they are dedicated to their strength in this battlefield.

The balance of the war is tilted towards the side of justice, and the great army of ghosts has already collapsed.

"Even if the light pole commander is no longer strong, we have a lot of kings on the side, the night king is strong, will eventually be killed by the town!"All the warriors cheered in surprise, the excited voices, which sounded over the almost deserted wilderness, the sound of the cheers of countless creatures, and victory was expected.

There were fewer and fewer ghosts, and the cheers were getting louder and louder, but gradually, when the war came to an end, the cheers were gone.

Everyone was numb, staring blankly at the corpses on the ground, kneeling in the pool of blood and looking at the vast sea of blood.

The balance of victory favors justice, but how much does it cost them?

Countless beings perished, former comrades-in-arms, one by one, died in this innumerable sea of corpses and blood.

Laugh, laugh, cry.

They had already been numb, mechanically waving their arms and fighting against the great army of ghosts, and could not bear to look back at their companions who had fallen into the sea of blood, and now looking back, where, but also to find their bodies?

An old man from the West was in pain, his descendants were full, a family of three generations, a war, and now he is the only old man left.

A dwarf warrior lacks an arm, with the only hand, powerless to help a elves warrior to prop up the body, but the latter eventually died in his arms, his only elf friend.

The dead body is everywhere, except the body, or the corpse.

A brutal war, no matter what the outcome, no one can benefit.

The cost of war is too high, peace, is it not good?

This is the voice of many people.

The army of ghosts, retreated, the war in the wilderness, and finally won the victory at the painful cost of the creatures, but no one was happy.

A civilian woman from the west, carrying her child with her child in her crying, crossed the Great Wall of despair and rushed to the battlefield.

There is a fluke to be able to see the other half, still alive, at this moment, how lucky they are to be in this battlefield.

However, more, only with tears of crying, flowed into the sea of blood.

More fierce women, the husband's limbs from the corpse mountains cobbled together, and finally held his body, martyred.

If you lose, what if you win the war?

The princes of the Elves, kneeling in the sea of blood, sobbed, and although the war was won, what did they get?Only the bodies of the people of the land, with the bodies of the allies.

The dwarves and elves who fought for many years cried with each other.

This damn war, how many people send black hair in white...

Yangmen people quietly stand on the void, overlooking the sea of blood of the dead below, can not say a word, countless young generation of the strongest, silently walk down the void, chanting the chanting.

(End of this chapter)