The big guy behind the curtain

Chapter 81 The Dust Settles
Ye Mo breathed a sigh of relief, a figure came, he raised his head, Tsing Yi looked straight at him.

"Pleasant to work with."

Ye Mo greeted Tsing Yi who was coming from a distance.

Tsing Yi was silent for a long time before walking in front of him.

"why?"

When she opened her mouth, her body was stained with blood, and her black hair hung straight down, making her extremely coquettish.

"what?"

Ye Mo was puzzled at first, but quickly realized.

"If just one Old One scares me, how can I have the courage to face the One."

"At least, I'm still alive, aren't I?"

Tsing Yi was silent for a long time before she stepped forward.

Ye Mo looked, Tsing Yi's star-like eyes flickered, and she approached Ye Mo bit by bit.

Tsing Yi stopped when the two of them were almost touching.

The distance was extremely close at this moment, Tsing Yi reached out and hugged Ye Mo.

Tears fell little by little, wet Ye Mo's skirt.

"If he survives."

Tsing Yi sighed softly.

For a long time, the breeze blew the distant breeze, blowing away the smell of blood, Tsing Yi raised his head, and the pear blossoms were accompanied by rain.

She stood on tiptoe and left a kiss on Ye Mo's forehead.

"I hate you, no, you guys."

Tsing Yi said very seriously.

"If possible, I hope to never see you again."

Tsing Yi buried her head in Ye Mo's arms.

"In a day, the sun rises and sets at the same time, and so do people. Some people live under the sun for a lifetime, and some people have to live in the dark night."

She sighed with complicated eyes.

"You are different, you are the sun, the sun that shines on all things."

Tsing Yi was in a daze, she was vaguely talking to Ji Xuan.

"People who are too close to you, your warmth is too hot, you will be burned, only those who are far away from you can feel the warmth."

Tsing Yi stood up, no longer thinking about it.

"You may not have noticed that the humanity in you is constantly changing, gradually becoming a supreme divinity."

Tsing Yi turned and left, like an orchid in an empty valley, her blue dress fluttering in the wind,

"Goodbye, if you can, don't meet again in the future."

Ye Mo and Qing Ge walked into Shencheng.

It was desolate inside, countless soldiers had died, white silk was everywhere, the formerly prosperous stone gambling workshop had long been closed, and mourning and music were playing, as if they were passing away to the end of their lives.

Many people noticed Ye Mo who came in.

They saluted Ye Mo silently, with admiration in their eyes.

"Thank you."

The people around looked at Ye Mo with admiration in their eyes. Ye Mo's white clothes had long been dyed red, and it was stained with the blood of various primordial creatures.

"It's hard to thank you for such a great kindness."

A young man, holding a long sword, saluted Ye Mo.

Two days later.

In the city of God, the ancestral land of the human race.

Green smoke curled up, and countless dark stone tablets were bundled up.

The bottom is dark, full of people.

Time flies, and the years are mighty.

"The soul is back!"

"The soul is back!"

There was an old man who evolved into an ancient road to reach the sky, and recruited the heroic souls of the human race. The fluorescent lights flickered in the void, and an elegy sent them off.

"Knock, the world is mighty!"

The bell rang, and a cry came from the old man's mouth.

Everyone was in uniform and saluted together.

Dao rules appear in the sky, the sky is full of divine glow, the dense fairy energy soars to the sky, countless silver lights sprinkle like waterfalls, and the sky full of stars reappears in the world.

"Boom"

The sound was like ripples, spreading across thousands of miles.

"Two knocks, heroes of the human race!"

With a solemn expression, Ye Mo solemnly knocked on the ancient stone tablet.

Countless fluorescent lights flew out from the stone tablet, and the sky was full of stars twinkling. Faintly, the battle spirit returned, the heroic spirit reappeared, and the mighty red blood light ran through history.

In the endless years, past, present, and future, all human spirits have returned, like the light of fireflies, illuminating the sky and burying all the darkness.

This is the sky, the sky of the human race.

The light shines through the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles,

"Three knocks, mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away!"

There are mighty mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, the peaks are steep, and the East China Sea is mighty.

"Only fight, fight until the world is broken, kill until no one dares to invade the human race!"

Below, a white-haired old man spoke, he is a holy master who survived the battlefield,
In a trance, countless black-armored cavalry reappeared in the world, and they fought unyieldingly towards the nine heavens.

"We live in extremely dark times."

Outside the city of God, the sea of ​​blood surged, and the stench was incomparable. The corpses were piled up on the battlefield one after another, silently corroding, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, so humble.

This is a dark age, only war, blood, and sadness.

"Human race, never forget this painful day!"

Ye Mo said.

"All compatriots present, can you pay a silent tribute to all the brothers who died in battle?"

He spoke softly, but everyone could hear him.

Soon, the noisy sounds gradually disappeared, leaving only the sounds of wind, rain, and the rustling of leaves by the breeze.

The mourning music was played, the ancient bell was ringing, and the silent melody echoed here.

The hearts of the monks present were wrapped in a kind of sadness, like the first tender seedlings encountered at the beginning of the continuous cold winter, and the delicate and beautiful flowers bloomed in the days of heavy snow.

"I wait for the younger generation, never forget, the darkness of history!"

Ye Mo opened his mouth, and the unforgettable pain echoed in his heart. The blood of the people in this world is all over the ground, and the corpses float for millions of miles. This is a lesson of bloodshed.

"Our generation is the backbone of the human race!"

Countless human monks are filled with blood, and the red light echoes from the nine heavens and ten earths. They are the ones who resist the darkness and walk with the blue sky on their backs!

"I can't retreat, if I retreat, what should Wan Ling do behind me?"

The corpses behind him were piled up in the wilderness, the sea of ​​blood gave off a stench, and countless people were weeping.

"May everyone be like a dragon, and may nine days be peaceful."

Ye Mo roared furiously and made a great wish.

The morning glow is purple, thirty thousand li from the east.

A monstrous coercion permeated the sky, and a chaotic green lotus stood on top of Ye Mo's head, letting down thousands of chaotic energy.

Immortal King Xuying stands behind him, unable to see his face clearly, but it gives people a feeling of being supreme and mysterious.

Ye Mo bathed in ten thousand rays of light.

He is unparalleled in white clothes, as if walking out of a picture scroll, every move is breathtaking, the supreme person in the world is outstanding, and the indestructible holy body and dao womb bloom with immeasurable light.

One after another great suns floated behind him, shining for eternity, and ten rounds of great suns were in the sky, shining blazingly on the blue sky.

Stars appeared one by one, hundreds of millions of stars, evolving into the universe of the heavens, terrifying to the heavens.

The picture of Jinxiu Mountains and Rivers surged and rattled among Ye Mo's bitter seas, and appeared in the outside world. The thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, boundless territory, and colorful.

Immediately afterwards, a round of incomplete crescent moon ups and downs with great pressure, and the sea roared shockingly. This is exactly the rising moon on the sea.

At this moment, everyone was completely shocked. Over the years, there have been a few such outstanding figures. His talent is too terrifying. If Ye Mo grows up, he is destined to become an emperor in the future.

Today, the name of Ye Mo, the Holy Land of Fuyao, is spread across the Eastern Wasteland.

(End of this chapter)