The ball of light is like substance, so fast that the flowing fire can't dodge it at all. When the ball of light hit Driftfire's chest, Driftfire flew out of the ridge like a kite with a broken string, and Driftfire's eyes were so dark that he almost passed out, but he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, which woke him up again.

It's broken, my ribs must have been broken, and the sharp pain just now should have been pierced into my lungs. Flowing Fire guessed correctly, and now Flowing Fire's mouth is full of blood foam, which is clear evidence of lung injury.

Enduring the severe pain, the flowing fire raised his hand and shot a grasping rope, and the sharp tip of the strong spear pierced the stone wall, and the grasping rope finally grabbed the falling body of the flowing fire.

Liuhuo endured the sharp pain in his chest, and suddenly exerted force, and his body actually jumped back to the ridge. But when he was just standing on the ridge, the mouth of the fire opened, and blood gushed out.

Uncle Qiang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stared at the flowing fire and asked, "Stinky boy... Why are you working so hard? You think it's easy for you to get into the Great Mastery? That's a one-in-a-ten thousand..."

"You go back to cultivating, cherish your life, you are still young, your future progress is limitless..."

"Why do you bother? Why do you suffer for the sake of these mortals who have nothing to do with you?"

"Don't you talk to me about friendship, brothers, etc., now that mortal brother of yours is estimated to have left the city a long time ago, who are you guarding for a long time?"

"As for your soldiers, I think ten years of training will at least protect themselves. It's not your stuff that's being destroyed, why are you so concerned? There's something wrong with you..."

Just when Uncle Qiang's scolding was the most fierce, it happened that the empty walkers who were knocked down the ridge reorganized themselves halfway up the mountain and jumped up the ridge one by one.

Uncle Qiang's words, these empty walkers heard it clearly, and they suddenly felt that Uncle Qiang's words really made a little sense. We have nothing to do with Wengang City, and the only one who has a connection is General Zhongli.

Aren't we going to be done if we rescue General Zhongli? As for fighting hard here? As for giving the life of Lord Flowing Fire here?

The Skywalkers who stood scattered on the ridge all looked at Driftfire with confused eyes, and they didn't know what Driftfire's insistence was.

Liuhuo is also very conflicted in his heart now, of course he understands what Uncle Qiang means. Actually, the feeling of Flowing Fire for Uncle Qiang is not bad, although the two of them are enemies, Uncle Qiang has a very convincing temperament, which is a feeling that makes Flowing Fire very close.

And today, Uncle Qiang's meaning of putting himself in his mouth is very obvious. As long as he quits Wengang City, Uncle Qiang will definitely not kill them all.

But did you really give up on the city like that?

At that moment, Liuhuo really had the intention of giving up in his heart. I have been holding Uncle Qiang for a long time, and now that the east has been completely brightened, the evacuation work in the city must have been completed a lot.

Now that Brother Zhongli is safe, what do the other soldiers and civilians do with them? My soldiers, I know that even if an earthquake comes, there will be no accidents, at least there are so many big ships on the sea.

Flowing Fire coughed up two more mouthfuls of blood, took a few deep breaths, and stared carefully at the city at the foot of the mountain.

What a beautiful picture this is, the Crab Claw Mountains and the Dragon Claw Mountains are like two arms around the city, and at the tip of the arms deep into the bay, it is the mouth of Wengang to the sea.

The turquoise waters are so quiet, and despite the strong winds and waves outside, the inside of the harbor is peaceful. Although the war has created so many ruins in the city, the structure of the city is still there, and the houses built on top of each other against the mountain still outline the beauty of Wengang in the past.

Wengang is a blue city, and the people here love the color blue, and they cover all the roofs with sky blue tiles, and the whole city looks like a small wave from a distance.

This city is a sea.

Gradually, strange hallucinations appeared in front of the eyes of the flowing fire. He seemed to have seen through thousands of years, and he seemed to have seen the people of thousands of years ago who had just built this city.

On the barren hillside, roads were being built, truckloads of building materials were being delivered, the foundations of houses were laid, the frames were rapidly taking shape, and finally the sky-blue tiles were covering them.

There were more and more houses, more and more dense, and gradually the flow of people in the city became denser and denser, and bazaars were formed.

Not only that, but the wharf of Wengang has also been repaired, and countless sea ships have rushed out of the sea and rushed into the distance, which is the brave Wengang people, exploring the secrets of the sea, and they want to find a way out of the gold.

The sailors on the bow of the ship looked into the distance, their eyes full of longing for a new life.

Wealth has finally gathered in Wengang, and the era of great prosperity has come. In the eyes of the flowing fire, at this time, Wengang suddenly grew like a big explosion, luxurious palaces were being built, exquisite rich districts were formed, and the bazaars were gradually connected into pieces, and finally became a whole lively commercial street.

There are more and more trestles in the port, and the scene of thousands of sails crossing the eyes of the flowing fire. Liuhuo knew that what he saw was the beginning of Wengang's prosperity.

But prosperity will not last long, and war and chaos will begin again. There was an invasion of foreign enemies, and there was a civil strife of traitors, and the entire Wengang suddenly fell into a fire of blood.

Countless houses were set on fire, and countless women and children were killed. The door of the vault was smashed, and boxes of gold coins were scattered all over the ground, being fought over by countless large black hands.

When the fire gradually went out, the scene in the eyes of the flowing fire changed again, and those mortals like ant colonies began to rebuild again, the ruins were cleared, new houses were built, and beautiful gardens and pools appeared in the killing place of the year. Once again, peace has come to Vancoy.

In the eyes of the flowing fire, war - ruins - reconstruction - peace - prosperity - war. This wacky reincarnation has been turned countless times, and the only constant is that after each reincarnation, Wengang becomes more beautiful.

Until now, the scene in the eye of the flowing fire suddenly stopped, still in the way he saw it.

Liuhuo looked at Wen Gang blankly, looking at Wen Gang as the size of a map, and suddenly, he seemed to have a hint of epiphany.

"Wengang is alive, this city actually has its own life, this city that has experienced countless ups and downs, is begging me for help with his desolate voice..."

"He doesn't want to die, he wants to be born again..."

What is this? Am I really crazy, how can I think that a city has its own mind? But, if it were not so, how could I see through the dust of thousands of years of history, and how could I experience the joys and sorrows of a city in an instant?

Is this the power of civilization, is this the power of civilization accumulated for thousands of years?

Is barbarism bound to triumph over civilization? Does absolute violence have the right and the right to let such a thousand-year-old city fall?

At that moment, Liuhuo suddenly heard countless sighs, the sound seemed to be all the vanished civilizations, the indomitable soul was sighing, he seemed to see countless prosperous civilizations sighing for their past glory.

At this time, Liuhuo was really crazy, and he actually smiled at Uncle Qiang.

"Do you hear me..."

Uncle Qiang looked at the strange gaze of the flowing fire, and hurriedly listened, but there was nothing but the sound of the wind.

"What?

"Sigh... Didn't you hear Wengang City sighing?"

Uncle Qiang was completely dumbfounded, "What... What the hell... What a sigh..."

"Wengang City is alive, this is the life of a thousand-year-old civilization, and this life is expressed in the form of a prosperous city... And today, he's sighing, he's begging me for help..."

"He begged me to save him, hoping that I could save him from your clutches..."

"So, he's sighing... So, it's a sigh that only I can hear..."

Uncle Qiang obviously couldn't keep up with his brain, he really couldn't understand Liuhuo's thinking. He even thought that the blow he had just hit the brain, not the chest.

However, the actions behind the flowing fire were too terrifying. The strange magic weapon of flowing fire actually floated up without tears and actually got out of his armor.

It had become a liquid tearless, shimmering with silver light, and kept tumbling in mid-air. It seemed that he also realized what the master was going to do, and he trembled without tears.

At the same time, a vigorous vitality enveloped the entire ridge, entangled the flowing fire and Uncle Qiang in it, and no one thought of running away.

"Uncle Qiang, don't you think I don't dare? Now I'll tell you..."

"I am on fire, and I do what I say..."

At this time, the magic weapon without tears suddenly shone brightly, and the flowing fire and Uncle Qiang's figures were all caught in this white light. None of the Skywalkers in this white light thorn could open their eyes, and they all blocked their vision.

The strangeness of the Crab Claw Mountains also alarmed the soldiers and civilians of Wengang, and countless people looked up at the small sun on the ridge, staring blankly at the miracle, speechless for a long time.

General Zhongli seemed to suddenly realize something, his heart suddenly cramped, and he half-squatted on the ground with his hands covering his heart.

Zhong Jianding felt like he was holding his father, "What's wrong with you?

Zhongli raised his hand and pointed to the sky, wanting to speak, but he couldn't speak, and in the end he could only hold back a sentence.

"Your uncle, it's up there..."

At this time, Zuo Panyu at the foot of the mountain was also frightened, although he couldn't see the situation on the mountain clearly, but he could definitely feel the divine consciousness of flowing fire, this divine consciousness was too familiar, more than ten years of working together, how could Zuo Panyu not know.

"Don't scare us, my lord... Peishui can't live without you, but you must have an accident elsewhere..."

At this time, the prince, who had gone mad on the ship, suddenly shook off the guards who controlled him, pointed to the top of the mountain with his finger, and laughed wildly in his mouth.

"Wen Gang cried... Wen Gang laughed again... Crying... Laughed again..."

The prince's crazy words can only be exchanged for stricter protection from the guards.

At this time, on the ridge of Crab Claw, in the white strong light, Uncle Qiang's roar suddenly came out.

"Crazy... You're crazy..."