Yuanshen, as a mortal, I cannot accompany you to the end

It should be said that it is the maintainer of the law of heaven.

Brilliant golden hair floating in the air

In the eyes of nothingness and vastness, there is no emotion

Suffocating antiquity and majesty.

"Mortal, you..."

She is indifferent and authentic, and seems to be a little puzzled:

"How did you know this forbidden secret? The thing on your body has no right to tell you. Is it a big snake?... But I looked at it in the sky, and it didn't say..."

He pondered, and soon, the maintainer of the heavenly law made a clear voice:

"what..."

"It turned out to be the knife, the knife it gave you."

The knife that Tianli mentioned was in Qingye's hand.

The long and narrow scabbard, the dark black blade, and the thin thunder pattern covering the blade, the deep blood color can be faintly seen, forming a complex and treacherous pattern.

[You have obtained the Heart of the Orochi (Devil God Level)]

[Holy Relic: Divine Cut]

[The fate that has been entangled for hundreds of years dissipates today, and the old gods engraved his life on the knife, and the sword tells its life]

Orochi didn't say anything, about the reason for their downfall, about how they violated the taboo of heaven's law... It didn't tell Kiyono anything, but it engraved everything into the sword.

It engraved its whole life into Snake Cut, and the sword told Qing Ye Lei Ming about its life.

The moment Kiyono took over Shenqie, the memory flooded into his mind along the way.

The war of the demon gods, the sea of ​​the abyss, in the bottomless abyss, the corals from the whole body were pulled out, and the people were brought out of the abyss.

It tells its brilliance, and it also tells its loneliness.

It even talks about the past events before the sun and the moon...the untouchable taboo, the truth about the destruction of Haiqi Island.

Orochi told Kiyono everything, but it didn't speak, the language of samurai is sword.

It is inviting.

It is an invitation to Qing Ye thunder.

Or rather, request.

400 years ago, it surrendered to the law of heaven for the people, but this proud warrior always remembers this humiliation. It knows who its real enemy is. The reason why it turned into a remnant soul and refused to fade away is to avenge the enemy!

So it invited Qingye Leiming, it was about to leave, but it was still unwilling, so it turned this body into a sword, but Qingye Leiming was still alive.

That's why it asked Kiyono Leiming about his lifespan—'how do you say'

Kiyono said it was just the past few days.

"There is always something left in the world after death. I give my coral to the people, so I give my heart to Dao Wife."

It invites Qingye Leiming, invites this former enemy, invites this old friend, invites him to fight with it on the battlefield, and raises the knife to the sky!

And Kiyono's answer was very simple, he didn't speak, he just raised his glass.

The language of samurai and samurai is very simple, only in the sword, the language of men and men is also very simple, just as Qing Ye Leiming once said——

Everything is in the wine.

They toasted in the snow, and made a silent agreement for the eternal paradise and today's sunrise.

At the last moment of his life, he launched an arrogance to the sky.

They know that the ending is doomed to failure, but only the grandest death and the most powerful enemy are worthy of their life.

God cut, naturally should cut God.

Volume 30: Chapter [-] Qing Ye Lei Ming's life ends here

"A presumptuous mortal."

The maintainer of the law of heaven said calmly, there was still no extra color in his eyes, and he didn't even take a closer look at Ye Leiming, as if the latter was just an insignificant dust.

He is qualified to ignore all of this. Standing on the top of Sky Island, the survival of a person, a city, or even a country is irrelevant.

The maintainer of heaven stands in a higher dimension. In his eyes, the only important thing is to maintain the entire world.

The Presbyterians are without a doubt the most correct.

So he couldn't understand Qingye Leiming, and couldn't understand the emotions of this mortal—obviously, that mortal wanted to kill himself.

Although I don't care.

Mortals are too weak.

Their insignificant and short lives are just a drop in the ocean compared to the eternal law of heaven.

The same is true for this mortal named Qingye Leiming.

Tianli saw it at a glance.

He was about to die of old age, his body was already exhausted, and he was incomparably weak.

But he said he wanted to challenge himself.

So the Presbyterians will never understand mortals, they are so dull, so weak, if no one guides them, they will only kill themselves.

"Why?" Out of curiosity, Tianli asked a rare extra question: "You know you can't succeed."

Why help that big snake.

"call..."

Qingye Leiming felt suffocated.

That majesty is too majestic.

He was able to raise his head and look directly at the existence in the sky, and he had exhausted all his energy.Mortals are not qualified to look at the sky.

The lungs convulsed, the heart tore, and every muscle in the body trembled.

"Do you really remember?"

Qingye Leiming gritted his teeth and said.

real.

that girl.

She always smiles, likes to hold a paper umbrella, wears a white kimono all over her body, and has a hydrangea on her waist.

She is dead.

"..." The maintainer showed a thoughtful look, and finally, she suddenly said: "Baal?"

"It's really dead." Qing Ye said,

"Die at your command. You know she is not good at martial arts. Her sword has never been drawn. She is a very gentle god. She always said that the rice wife does not want war, but she died on the battlefield, no Do you find it weird?"

"Any living being will die, and the demon god is just a stronger mortal."

The maintainer said indifferently, he was tired of this conversation.

"This is not a reason for you to ignore her! Mother Tianli!"

"She's dead, but you can't even remember that she's called 'Zhen'!"

Qingye drew his sword out of its sheath, shivering violently, the blood-colored lines rolled away, and the thunder shook, making a snake-like hissing sound, Qingye's long sword was dragged across the boat, bursting out little bits of fire.

'I give my heart to the rice wife'

The blood of the Demon God flowed upwards along the blood groove between the blades, flowed into the palm of Qingye Leiming, climbed up the right arm, turned over the shoulder, and finally reached his heart.

Qingye Leiming's appearance changed, bloody lines crawled up his cheeks, his hairband was untied, and his long hair danced wildly in the air with the wind. At this moment, he was full of blood, not like a warrior, but like a demon.

"Kanria was slaughtered, the whole world was polluted, Haiqi Island was destroyed, and the rice wife was covered with eternal filth. You are great, but this is not the reason why you can ignore them."

"You sit high on the island in the sky and control the chess pieces in the world, so you don't hear the cries of mortals, but this is not a reason for you to ignore them."

"I want you to hear the voice of mortals."

"I want you to hear real crying, I want you to hear Shadow's loneliness, I want you to hear Orochi's mournful cry when his family and country are destroyed, and I want you to hear every single person on Yarui Island. The ghosts of soldiers, the roar of good men rushing to death."

"I will let you hear the thunder of mortals."

"I can't kill you, but I want you to shed some blood. Heaven's law!"

【Start compression】

[Remaining Lifespan: half an hour]

Qingye got off the boat, stepped on the waves, Shenqie was dragged behind him, blood soaked the sea water he walked through, he stared angrily, bristling with anger,

[Remaining life: a quarter of an hour]

[Remaining life: half an hour]

Suppress everything to the extreme, compress Qingye Leiming's life into that moment, gather all the past of 500 years, all the memories of 500 years, and all the moments of 500 years into this moment.

All the moments of 500 years, Qingye Leiming's life growth river ends here, all in that 0.3 second moment.

gathered at the same moment.

Burst of flashes.

【30 seconds】

Qing Ye started to run slowly, at the beginning the speed was very slow, but it became faster and faster. He left the waves behind him, the wind pressure behind him, and his life.

the further forward,

The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes slowly disappeared, the long silver hair was flying in the air, but the ink was infected on it, the old man disappeared, his lungs no longer convulsed, he no longer felt cold, he no longer coughed, the old man disappeared, and he became that old man again juvenile.

Riding a horse and singing songs, a young man in fresh clothes and angry horses, and he will die as a young man, just as he came when he came.

A person cannot determine his birth, but he can determine his posture when he leaves. This is the nobility of human beings. Whether death is like a branch of a cherry blossom or an autumn leaf on the ground, it is up to him to decide...

Qing Ye Lei Ming believes that it is the shape of death that defines the shape of his life.

What attitude you will die in, and what attitude you will be eternal.

This is the reserve and pride unique to mortals, and it is a spirit that heaven will never understand.

This is the shape of the human soul.

The heart of the demon god was beating in his chest, which was not a force that mortals could bear.

But it doesn't matter, he just wants that moment.

【Martial arts: 89】

...

【Martial Arts: Ninety】

Qingye Leiming has finally passed that level, the realm that even mortals cannot reach in this lifetime.

Even though it was only 0.3 seconds - he was honored to touch his dream before he died.

This is the knife that the world's rulers spent their lives.

"Arrogance!"

Tianli rebuked, it raised its right hand, and half of the sky changed, the light was scattered, the space was distorted, and invisible squares spread out, filling the entire sky.

"I am the maintainer of the law of heaven."

He said this, those squares were pressed down, so the sea was destroyed, dusk overlapped, and the whole sky was pressed down.

"call..."

Do not move.

Qingye Leiming lowered his figure, folded his hands to hold Shenqie, white mist gushed out from between his teeth, those squares disappeared in his eyes, the world was clear and transparent, only the moment in front of him remained.

one heart.