In the heart of every teenager, there is a heroic dream. Thirsty for the blood of the Huns, hungry for jackal and tiger meat, strong on the battlefield, sonorous iron bones, even though the machine is on the top, Luo Luo is on the bottom, but still for the dream and faith, without hesitation to stand up the chest! The most wonderful thing is that there is a tender Yiren who can join hands to engrave the eternal and beautiful love and hate poems in the firmament of history, which are widely praised by those latecomers, admirers, and the eloquent Li Yuan.

The so-called hero, at the age of no hatred in the night, has simply become a term that is almost perfect and has a fatal attraction, this term has no writers to chew words, no poets believe in horses, and some, just clear and clear water, full of sincerity.

In this world, if there is one thing that has never been missing, it is stories. If there's one thing that's indispensable, it's heroes. He comes from the depths of everyone's heart, and as a soul, he governs the tear-jerking grievances of heaven and earth.

Most of the myths and legends and epic biographies that are widely circulated on the mainland record such a brilliant life with the same plot but never reduced to clichés.

The dragon slaying warriors of the West, the chivalrous heroes of the East, some of them are like the tower, some are fluttering like the green clouds and immortals, some are famous and loyal to the outside, and there are people who are honest and relaxed.

In the heart of the night without hatred, there is a hot and non-ending wave, and he always feels that his every step is as solid as a nail firmly rooted in the ground, and the poignant and mournful Huang Zhong Dalu is tragic enough to rise to the level of life.

But the facts are still indelible, compared with the heroes in the books, he obviously lacks the rendering of noble temperament, the foil of heaven and earth, and the foil of physical labor, the most fatal thing is that he still does not understand Lan Ruyu's mind, so unrequited love is really not in line with the tall and glorious image of heroes.

He didn't feel a little depressed.

But frustration and discouragement have very different meanings, and his fighting spirit is thriving, and he always has an inexplicable self-confidence, so much so that he has no reason not to believe that he can't be a legend!

Long hair fluttering, swaying clothes, no hatred at night, consciously in the heart, from the inside out, exuding an ignorant fairy temperament.

Under the supply of such an inexplicable force, Ye Wuqi was full of energy, carefully searched, and counted the details of the houses, but there was still no trace of Lingchang.

At first, the innocent party was calm, but later he felt that the situation was serious, and all the thoughts in his heart were all abandoned, and he was filled with eagerness and anxiety again.

This state has always accompanied him to search all the houses completely, and the night is not revengeless, and it is very heartbreaking for him to not find Lingchang, after all, it is a matter of life and morality.

In the hurry, Ye Wuqi forced himself to calm down, and a flustered heart also appeared temporarily silent under the weight of his own will. Although this gap is short, it is enough for the shrewd and thoughtful Night Innocent.

He raised his eyebrows and looked into the distance, his pupils shimmering with a black-brown sheen.

Lan Ruyu woke up slowly, opened her beautiful eyebrows and eyes, she shook her neck with difficulty, and suddenly showed a pitiful pain and coquettishness.

At that moment, Lan Ruyu didn't understand her situation, and when she looked around in a daze and her sluggish mind worked again, she realized that she was already in a situation.

But it is one thing to be aware of it, and it is another thing to take the corresponding action, but whether or not you have the ability to actually do it is a blow in addition to the two transcendent.

Since the flow of thoughts has already had the source of panic, it is bound to intensify, Lan Ruyu knew that her heart was bubbling at this time, and it was difficult to think, so she simply closed her eyes and looked at it.

The red lotus was still in a coma, like a long snake, and the two girls were carried by four black-clothed men along the mountain road.

The future is a faintly lit sky, and the colors and abstractions at this time are obscure in the hearts of different people, turning into wind, and sweeping back and forth under the same sky dome. Everything and everything, as if at this moment, are sketched into shades of lead.

And at this time, the mainland has already been surging, just because of a news that swept the land of Kyushu like thunder - the Tianxuan Sword Sect, which has been inherited for a long time, has been destroyed!

The Tianxuan Sword Sect is known for its chivalrous virtue and has a good reputation in the Huang Realm. For the collapse of such an ancient faction, the masses who do not know the truth not only lament the impermanence of the world and the impurity of heaven, but also inevitably have a sour sense of sadness.

For the other protagonist of this matter, the Dark Magic Sword Sect from another continent, people maintain a kind of awe for the mystery, keeping silent in public and secretly speculating in private. Because the people of the mainland do not have a sense of mission and responsibility similar to race, family, and country divided by continental plates, it is natural that they lack the obligation and reason to share the same hatred and hatred.

The longevity of a large group will naturally leave behind its cultural roots, and its flourishing backbone will collapse violently, making people mostly confused about the impact of the influx of new cultures. It's not that it's a bit of a sting, but it's really a bit silent and contains a thunderous meaning, after all, Tianxuan's veins are intricately intertwined and complex, and the prestige of the business is by no means fleeting.

The dark dome, the deep like the abyss is quiet, the huge space is only illuminated by a few strange wall lamps burning with terrible ghost fires, and the marble with black as the main color is neatly stacked, setting off the strange and difficult to copy murals around the strange and difficult to imitate a bit of height and sacredness. Even if there is a possibility of depravity in this sacredness.

From this vantage point, it was pitch black ahead, and if you didn't give up and resign yourself to your fate and use the rare faint light to exhaust your mortal power, you could still see a vague outline of the throne hidden in the darkness.

I have to say that the weak light that seems to be dying is still of some use, except for providing some little to pitiful sight, its changing light and extinguishing, and flickering and faint really hit the heart of the people who are accustomed to simple light—it is really terrible and terrifying!

"Hades, what do you wish in the end!" A low, hoarse voice like a death knell pierced the emptiness and silence, reverberating faintly through the hall.

This voice obviously came from the body of the throne buried deep in the lofty realm, but it seemed so far away.

"Dark Devil, just follow my instructions, why bother asking so much. "A voice is a strange smile, it seems to be far and near, everywhere, and it is impossible for people to locate the direction of the sound with their ears, even if it is a general range. As if this Hades belonged to the darkness, and the darkness, even Hades!

The Black Devil was silent for a long time, and there was an unconcealable exhaustion in his voice as he spoke: "War means the destruction of human lives, don't go too far. ”

Hades's strange voice spoke clearly: "As soon as you enter my way, you will quickly abandon your original set." For the resurrection of our great king, no amount of blood can only be the blood flower we water, so you should sincerely pray for the glory of our great evil of the underworld!"

At the end of the speech, Hades couldn't help but speak in a high-pitched tone.