Tang Tian heard a buzzing tremor, and before he could react, the bronze nameplate in his hand broke free from Tang Tian's palm and flew towards the sky.

At that moment, countless bronze nameplates flew up from the Sea of Rest, and they shot towards the sky.

Each bronze nameplate flew into the sky and turned into a void shadow. In the blink of an eye, dense phantoms rushed towards the sky from all corners of the Sea of Rest, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

"The corps is dangerous and needs support!"

A heroic spirit shouted.

Countless heroic souls behind him shouted in unison: "Southern Cross Corps, forward!"

Countless heroic souls crashed into the sky like a tide. There was an invisible barrier in the sky, like an iron wall, the heroic soul collided with it, the sky did not move, and the heroic soul turned into countless bronze fragments and fell into the sea of rest.

Bang bang bang.

It was raining at Tang Tian's feet, and he looked down to see that the fragments of the bronze nameplate were scattered like raindrops.

But the heroic soul went forward and followed, like a tide.

"The corps is dangerous and needs support!"

"Southern Cross Corps, forward!"

A hysterical roar echoed over the Sea of Rest. Countless phantoms crashed into the canopy even more frantically, and more bronze shards spilled down. But more phantoms rose from the Sea of Rest and crashed into the sky.

"The corps is dangerous and needs support!"

Another Heroic Spirit took command, and it roared like an angry lion.

In response to him, there was a roar: "Southern Cross Corps, advance!"

A large group of heroic souls slammed into the sky.

Broken bones, sprinkled in the sea.

"The corps is dangerous and needs support!"

A female heroic spirit shouted, and she resolutely slammed into the sky.

Behind her were countless phantoms: "Southern Cross Corps, forward!"

"The corps is dangerous and needs support!"

"Southern Cross Corps, forward!"

......

Tang Tian looked at the scene in front of him with doubts and shocks in his heart, watching the waves of crazy impacts, he didn't understand what they were doing.

I don't know how many times the impact has caused all the heroic souls to be shattered and scattered into the sea.

The sea of rest, return to silence.

Fragments of bronze nameplates slowly gathered, and bronze nameplates full of cracks floated on the surface of the sea.

One by one, the heroic souls slowly floated up from the bronze nameplate, they were covered with cracks, like porcelain figures that had been broken and reglued, and there was no end in sight as far as the eye could see.

A cracked heroic soul flew into the sky, and Tang Tian recognized that he was the first heroic soul to hit the canopy. With so many heroic souls, no one saw Tang Tian.

All the heroic souls threw their heads up.

"It's been 10,000 years. The voice of the heroic soul echoed over the Sea of Rest: "For a full 10,000 years, a reincarnation for a hundred years, we still haven't rushed out." That battle has long been over, in the past 10,000 years, there have been no new souls, the corps has died out, and what we are doing now may be meaningless. ”

The dense heroic souls below were silent.

"But what if? What if the Corps is still fighting? What if there are still people alive in the Corps? What if the Corps is waiting to rise? For a group of old guys who are already dead, one in ten thousand hopes, enough!"

He shouted violently: "The life and death of the corps are unknown, how can our generation rest in peace!"

In response to him, there was a roar like a landslide and tsunami: "Fight!"

He turned around, turned his face up, looked at the sky above his head, opened his arms, and looked at the cracked face with indescribable determination: "In a hundred years, we will be side by side again!"

In response to him, there were figures floating beside him, hoarse voices stirring the Black Sea: "Battle, tremble!"

"The Southern Cross!"

Silent roars and shouts converge into a torrent that sweeps across the Sea of Rest.

"Forward!" "Forward!" "Forward!"

The heroic souls in the sky dragged countless phantoms, like moths to the flames, like reclaimed sea guards, and they frantically crashed into the sky regardless of everything.

Tang Tian's tears and snot flowed wantonly, his chest was like something was blocked, and it was like something was burning, he felt very uncomfortable, and he felt proud.

In the last 10,000 years, in the unknown Sea of Rest, in the Sea of Rest where everyone thought it was a happy land, there would have been such a fierce battle every hundred years. These heroic souls, who have passed away, have given up their rest, are so persistently fighting, so desperate, so crazy.

Is this the Southern Cross Corps? He is the one who bears the inheritance of the Southern Cross Corps!

How can you sit idly by?

Even if it's an illusion, even if it's an illusion, even if it's a group of dead souls, even if they're doing something stupid.

How can such a persistent belief, such a deep emotion, such a heroic feeling, and such a sacrifice be brave?

Tang Tian didn't know if he was crying or roaring, he only had one thought, fight!

He opened his fist, and the calm sea of rest began to stir.

Only the brave can face the futility of failure after failure after repeated failures. Only the brave will stick to their beliefs and fight after death. Only the brave do not flinch in the face of the boundary between life and death and the slim hope.

Only the brave will win!

Tang Tian, whose eyes were blurred with tears, countless rays of light converged towards his fist from all corners of the Sea of Rest.

The dazzling light lit up in Tang Tian's fist, and the black sea of rest seemed to rise a round of sun.

Countless heroic souls, witnessing this round of the sun, they turned into countless black shadows and threw themselves into this round of sun.

Did you break the boundaries of dreams?

Tang Tian didn't know, but he felt the deep hope and expectation contained under the resolute will and crazy battle intent.

Tears welled up in his eyes again.

Tang Tian's fist was constantly pulling away, and the light of his right fist was so dazzling that his figure could barely be seen.

The sea of rest boiled like a tsunami, lightning and thunder.

Those changes in Tang Tian's glazed state of mind were like clouds of smoke, and the light of the heavenly demon skyrocketed, and the blue flowers between the fingers of the flower seal flew up, turning into a puff of bewitching and beautiful blue flowers, falling and flying and circling. The furious flames that jumped between the angry fist seals beat powerfully, like a war drum, and with each beat, a wave of blazing red light swept across.

Tang Tian spelled everything, and he didn't have any reservations.

The Divine Fist Light Tree, the last three pillars of light suddenly merged into one, turning into the only pillar of light, constantly growing towards the ground, the longer they grew, the slower they became, and when there were still three feet from the ground, it stopped.

It's a little bit closer! it's a little bit closer......

At this moment, a roar rang in his ears.

"The life and death of the corps are unknown, how can our generation rest in peace!"

One after another, heroic souls flew into Tang Tian's body from all directions, and they entered Tang Tian's mind, turning into a grain of light, going forward and one after another, throwing themselves into the hanging trunk of the Divine Fist Light Tree.

Compared to the majestic backbone of the Divine Fist Light Tree, they were as small as sand.

But there are more and more sands, and they continue to sink into the trunk of the tree.

Miraculously, the trunk of the Divine Fist Light Tree began to grow slowly downward.

The moment the main trunk of the light tree touched Tang Tian's glazed state of mind, Tang Tian's body was shocked, and his face was full of tears at this time.

The Divine Fist, which had never been completed, was completed for the first time, and the furious Sea of Rest suddenly calmed down, as if it was suppressed by an invisible hand.

"Broken!"

Tang Tian slammed his fist into the sky.

The canopy shattered.

The boundless black sea of rest beneath your feet has vanished and dissipated like a broken ray.

Everything around is like a broken bubble, constantly annihilating.

Tang Tian only felt that the sky was spinning, his consciousness was withdrawn little by little, and before he fell unconscious, he vaguely heard the cheers that shook the sky.

The tearful face involuntarily smiled.

Dongxian City at night, the streets are very quiet, and during this special period, no one will go out at night.

Yin Wufeng looked at the house in front of him and quietly sneaked in.

He has been in this business for many years, and he has assassinated many celebrities, so he naturally knows how to assassinate. He arrived in Dongxian City a few days ago, but he didn't do anything, but carefully searched for information. Assassination may not seem difficult, but adequate preparation is essential in order to succeed in one hit, and the more information you have, the more room you can have.

It's not just about making it easier to get it, it's also about being able to get out of the way when you miss.

You only have one life, and so does the target's life, and so does the assassin's life. As long as you save your life, it means that there is still a chance. Increasing one's own risk in pursuit of a lethal blow is nothing more stupid in the eyes of a veteran like Yin Wufeng.

He inquired very clearly, for example, all the families in Dongxian City had already submitted to Grimace, which was originally a ** annoyance, but he was lucky, it was said that the elite of each clan was taken out of the city by one of Grimace's subordinates.

Grimace only had Xu Ye and Zero Bitter Prisoners by his side.

Xu Ye's strength was low, not enough to pose a threat to Yin Wufeng, and he was seriously injured. The physical fitness of the Zero Bitter Prisoner is good, but in the eyes of a strong man of his level, the combat effectiveness is almost zero.

None of this matters, the focus of Yin Wufeng's investigation is whether the grimace is injured or not, which is the key to this assassination.

A strong man who can resist the one-armed scythe of the god of death without being injured, Yin Wufeng immediately turned around and ran, because this means that the other party has already touched the highest level of strength.

The powerhouses who have stepped into the realm of law, in the entire sin domain, are no more than five. Yin Wufeng knows which people can be messed with and which people can't be messed with, and these people must not be provoked.

If it is injured, it means that the law is perfect, and it is just a temporary outbreak.

Although a powerhouse of this level made Yin Wufeng feel jealous, he still had the possibility of succeeding, and the injuries formed by the highest level of strength would definitely not heal so easily.

Yin Wufeng probed very clearly, and the grimace was injured!

He sneaked into the mansion quietly, and those Zero Prisoners were very conscientious, but their guards, in the eyes of Yin Wufeng, were useless.

Soon, he touched the place where Grimace lived.

With the Yin Sword in his hand, his heart suddenly settled down, this sword is really evil, and it is really suitable for assassination. With this sword, his strength can almost be increased by one percent!

At his level, it is extremely terrifying to increase his strength by one percent.

He narrowed his eyes, about to start.

Suddenly, the place where Grimace lived suddenly shone with an eerie light.