……

Time in the vision sped up again, and some of the images and voiceovers became faster:

By this time, it seemed that there was no need for the people of the planet to fight anymore, because everyone had more or less the same.

Horses, cattle and sheep and pastures and those who only know how to fight on horseback.

But human greed is still unlimited, and even if there is only that, they still want to rob, they still want to plunder, they still want to occupy, they still want to rule.

The war continued to spread until more land was charred to ashes, animals were scattered and perished, until the land finally turned into a black desert.

The last to defend the land were seven warriors, who died heroically in the final battle in their seven-colored armor, but they were not reconciled.

The vengeance in their hearts has not been avenged, and the resentment in their wombs has not been satisfied......

At this point in the story, Yue Dayang looked at Yueminglou in front of him with an indifferent expression, and seemed to be unmoved.

After a long time, seeing that Yue Dayang didn't say anything anymore, Yue Minglou finally asked, "Are those people really dead?" Is there really no revenge on them? ”

Yue Dayang sighed, so he continued to talk about the visions his father saw in this story:

The enemy did not destroy the bodies of the seven warriors, because their bravery earned the respect of their opponents, and the enemy left them to lie there in the same way as before death.

That's already a sign of respect for them.

The smoke cleared, and the flames of war were burned.

A group of cultivators came in a hurry, they were late, they wanted to save some lives.

But they only saw the scene of the devastation of life and the barren desert, and their hearts were inexplicably sad and indignant.

They wanted to bury these 7 warriors properly, but they found that no matter what, they couldn't make these 7 people close their unwilling eyes.

The resentment is over, the hatred is not over, and the eyes of the dead are like swords that seem to be able to pierce the sky.

In order to pay tribute to these seven warriors, and in order to appease the grievances of these deceased, the cultivators carried the seven corpses on their backs to a misty mountain.

They want to use the aura of heaven and earth to remove this resentment and cleanse the hatred of this world.

Let the soul of the brave live forever, step out of the mundane, and transcend the heavens.

They used the unique spiritual spring that emerged from the clouds and mist from the top of the mountain to nourish these 7 sets of battle armor, and also nourished these dead warriors in the battle armor.

Day after day, year after year, the sun and the moon rotate, the heavens and the earth are bright and dusk, and all things are circulating.

Gradually, the beards on the faces of these cultivators turned snow-white, and gradually, their waists ceased to be straight, and became rickety.

Of course, the samurai in those seven suits did not wake up.

But one day, when the spiritual spring on the mountain gushed again, the cultivators were surprised to find it. The bodies of the warriors are gone. All that remained was the seven sets of seven-colored armor.

The cultivators continued to nourish these armors with the spiritual spring in the mountains, as they seemed to have developed a habit.

Until one day, the war spread again.

Until one day, someone actually wanted to occupy this empty mountain, the last home of the cultivators.

The old cultivators were dying, and they didn't want to face this mortal competition anymore, so they handed over these seven sets of battle armor to the seven disciples.

They told their disciples that killing never stopped killing, it only led to more killing and bloodshed.

Let them wear armor just to extinguish the greed in the hearts of the dead......

One by one, the old monks leaped down from the top of this mountain in search of the eternal life they had dreamed of, or a peaceful death.

The departure of the masters made the seven disciples very painful.

To extinguish the greed of the world is to kill all the greedy.

This is the only way that the seven disciples have thought of, the cultivator wearing the seven armors, the brave superman, invincible and invincible.

They gallop across the field, dominate the world, and are unmatched.

They inaugurated new dynasties and established their own empires.

The Red Armor Cultivator has become the monarch of this planet, the Supreme Red Emperor!

The remaining six cultivators were also gloriously divided, becoming the six extremely honorable king-elects.

Since then, they have not forgotten to use the spiritual objects of this world to worship and support their armor.

Time in the vision accelerates again!

The dynasty has changed, the times have changed, and the heirs of each set of armor are the talents of the world and the heroes of the world.

It's just that no one remembers the words of the elderly cultivators who descended from the top of the mountain, especially the sentence "It should be the greed in people's hearts that kills!" ”

Maybe people think that this sentence has no meaning, can't keep up with the situation, can't keep up with the progress of the times.

As a result, this armor has been passed down from generation to generation, with the death of people from generation to generation, and with the development of technology from generation to generation.

The style of the warframe has changed over and over again, being transformed into a variety of shapes and infused with a lot of high-tech features.

Until one day. The planet has been invaded by outsiders.

The commanders have put on the armor that is not what it used to be, but now these armors have a fashionable name called mecha.

They no longer need to use the spiritual spring to nourish their battle armor, because it is said that after those old cultivators jumped off the mountain, the spiritual spring on the mountain was cut off.

People use supreme technology and various secret methods in the universe to refine these armors, making them more powerful and more violent.

In the first battle against the alien invaders, the Warframe Masters have won again!

Civilization on this planet has triumphed!

This is glory, this is glory, this is the pride of warriors for thousands of years.

When the splendor reaches its peak, everything begins to go downhill.

The owners of the mechs are even more greedy, they have their eyes on the vastness of the universe, they plunder, they fight, they kill.

In the end, they even began to sacrifice the souls of the dead to these armors according to some evil cosmic secret technique.

Because they found that this is a more terrifying existence than some high-tech.

But in the end, as the old cultivators said, if you don't extinguish the greed in your heart, more killing can only be exchanged for more killing, and after the cycle continues, there will only be destruction.

In the end, as the old cultivators said, killing did not stop the killing.

The warriors of the six suits fell one after another, because they had already been reborn and could no longer be reborn.

The Red Armor Commander fought countless battles, and when he died for the eighth time, he was not reborn.

The civilization on the planet has completely collapsed, and only these seven sets of mecha are left in the world.

The picture scroll of the vision came to an abrupt end here, leaving only the vast planet and pieces of ruins.

At the end of this vision, Yue Dayang's father, Yue Mingchuan, looked at his friend Du Weiye next to him and found that Du Weiye's eyes were bright and bright.

Later, these 7 sets of mecha were brought back to the 8th civilization sequence, and with the opening of the territory of the 8th civilization sequence and the exploration in the universe, the 6 sets of legendary mecha have disappeared, and Du Weiye mysteriously disappeared in a battle.

Only Yue Dayang's father, Yue Mingchuan, kept this set of red armor, but he never wore it on his body because he remembered the story.

He remembered everything that was told in this story, and he kept it by his side and just told himself, don't get lost, don't get lost.

The story is tactful, long and moving, but there is no sign of emotion in the ears of Yueminglou at this time.

Yue Dayang sighed, he understood that the red armor had eroded the soul of Yueminglou.

Yue Minglou's face was numb and cold, and he just asked lightly: "Having said so much, what do you want me to do?" I think it's only meaningful to be with you and do what you tell me to live, and that's what Chijia told me. ”