One by one, the photons did not choose to struggle, but succumbed to the fate arranged for them by this battlefield - annihilation.

There, the darkness that could not be seen was tightly wrapped in the photon that continued to struggle in the darkness layer by layer, without revealing any gaps, and it was so oppressive that it made people breathless.

There is no end to that darkness, and everywhere it goes, there is darkness except darkness.

There is darkness in sight, darkness without a trace of dawn.

It was still drifting forward, not stopping for a moment, not slacking off for a moment.

It fluttered more and more slowly, and even the inconspicuous dust that passed by laughed at it, and ran forward with a smug face, leaving it far behind and brushing it away.

At this moment, it really has proud capital!

It didn't chase it, it didn't say anything to the speck of dust, it didn't sigh at its emotions, it just floated forward as usual, as slow as a turtle and couldn't fully grasp its direction.

For it, this moment of calm may not be easy.

The light that can't be seen at all is also with its heart, and it is still struggling to support, but in this heavy darkness, it is already extremely difficult to make itself not perish, how can it re-bloom its own brilliance?

The light has long been dimmed, although it is still struggling to support, but how can the power of a photon be able to fight against the infinite darkness.

In the end, like other photons, it did not escape the fate arranged for them by this battlefield, and fell in that unknown corner.

When the light was extinguished, the photon did not swim forward, but used all his strength to float in one direction.

He fluttered, and his body slowly disintegrated with the fluttering, slowly dissipating into the sky.

Even though it is decomposing, it still floats away like there, which is not a stubbornness, but an obsession that does not give up!

Because, in a trance, it sees a tree there, and it feels that the tree is very tall, and it gives it a sense of security, like a sense of security that it has not felt for a long time in a foreign land, and it likes that tree very much, and it depends on that tree very much, although it is only a false glance, but it identifies that tree.

However, when it used its last strength to push it there, it was no longer conscious, and could only let its body move in the direction where the last strength was going.

In that direction, it was the tree that felt warmth for the last time, and since then, as its body slowly disintegrates and fades, its consciousness has slowly lost at that moment.

When the last photon touched the massive trunk of the tree, its consciousness completely dissipated in the sky.

The dust formed by the fall of the photon slowly slid down the trunk of the tree to the ground, and slowly leaned against the rough trunk with his body that had not yet decomposed, smaller than a tiny speck of dust, so inconspicuous, but there was no moment like this moment that made the fallen photon feel as relieved and quiet as it is now.

There, there was no more light, and darkness reigned in every part of the battlefield, not even the tiniest crevices in it.

That tree trunk should have been affected by the catastrophe of the battle domain that deeply shocked Qin Ming, it only had a bare trunk still there at this time, and it didn't know what huge object was hit on it, leaving only a rough shattered surface, and the other section of the tree trunk that was knocked off didn't know where it went, if it wasn't covered by this boundless darkness, you could also see that this trunk was not only bare, but also as if it had been burned by fire, and the whole body was as black as charcoal, and it couldn't be lived.

The body of the photon, which had long been unconscious, was still decomposing, and the decomposed fragments were rising towards the boundless sky.

In the photon, along with the slowly decomposing fragments, a body was slowly revealed, but the body was very strange, only limbs, no head, and there was an illusory fracture in the neck, and there was a unique crystal lingering around the fracture, as if it was still continuing to nourish the neck.

However, although the body existed, it did not have half of the breath of life, and in that chest, the beating sound that belonged to the heart was not heard at this time.

Bang Dong ...... Bang Dong ...... Bang Dong ......

As time passed, the body's chest slowly throbbed, slowly growing stronger from the initial weakness, and the previous peace here was shattered once again after that catastrophe, though the sound of breaking it this time seemed a little insignificant.

Although it is small, it is real, and at this moment, the desire to survive is as eager as the strong heaving chest.

However, he had no head, and even if the heart reinvigorated him, in the end, he was just a living dead with a living life.

At this time, the photon dust that should have dissolved and dissipated in this sky seemed to have been summoned by something, and quickly converged here from the scattered four directions, gathering here little by little, one by one, forming a pentagonal photon, pushing away everything like a tide and squeezing them into the distance.

Little by little, they formed a pentagonal shape, levitating above the headless body.

A strong light erupted from the pentagonal photon and shot towards the fracture of the body's neck, pushing the body to continue to reshape with the unique crystal that barely supported the neck.

The light emitted by the pentagonal photon came back at this moment, just to send charcoal to the remnant crystallography that was about to be unsupportable, just like a person who had lost his way in the desert and was about to die of thirst suddenly saw an oasis.

Soon, the head of that body was already being reshaped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even every nerve in that skull was slowly bifurcating and extending, but it was the most complicated, Rao was a powerful help from the light in the shape of a pentagonal shape, and the speed of reshaping was also slowed down a lot, who made the head the most difficult step in reshaping the body?

Time passed little by little, and the shell of the body had been completely reshaped, and all that remained was to reshape all the structures within the skull, but this aspect was also proceeding in an orderly manner.

It can be seen that the appearance of the body is the appearance of Qiyu, although his heart is beating strongly at this time, but his eyes are still closed, and the pentagonal light enters the spiritual platform along his forehead and weaves the nerves.

As the nerve slowly extended, drop after drop of memory came from the horizon, following the light that went to his forehead.

The first memory is that he was standing on the edge of a cliff, and many people with various weapons were hostile to him, trying to drive him off the cliff, but no one wanted to come out and pull him, and everyone wanted to kill him and then ......

The memory slowly jumped, and what came into view was a huge peach blossom tree enveloping the entire Peach Blossom Village, and there were many familiar faces, such as the seventh uncle, Jingxue, the second uncle, the third uncle, the fourth uncle, Qiming, and the angry Ermao who had never seen again.

The memory jumped again, that is, when he left Peach Blossom Village that day, at that time, he was in a more complicated mood, with sorrow and reluctance, but the most was excitement and excitement occupied most of his heart, and he came out with his sister Lingxi.

Until now, it's been ten years, and I haven't been back yet!

The memory jumped again, this time it was when he eliminated those robbers in Dabei Mountain, it was when he fainted there, and Lingxi and Evil Moon were sucked into the turbulence of time and space together, Lingxi looked so reluctant but so unwilling, although nostalgic but irretrievable, he could only leave two tears on the land that had long been stained with blood and killing.

Until now, it's been ten years, and I haven't found my sister Lingxi yet.

The memory finally froze in one place, that is, he angrily stabbed the young man in the chest with a six-pointed gun, and the blood stained the young man's chest and his gun.

He is so heartbroken, so regretful, but so unwilling, all kinds of emotions are intertwined, and his heart is like ashes for a while, and he can only live in depression all day long.

The picture was finally frozen there, and it never jumped again.

No one saw that Qiyu lying on the ground, in the corner of his eyes that had not yet opened, left two tears of blood.