The light of judgment descends from the heavenly vault to dispel the darkness and bring light!

The wolf smoke blew, and the battle between the demon king and the human finally came to an end.

But that's just the beginning of everything. At dawn, a large humanoid projection appeared in the distant sky.

The man called himself the god of death, telling everyone that death is the true eternal destination, and that only by embracing death can we break through the fear of the void and live forever.

At this moment, everyone's hearts became extremely heavy, obviously winning, but the mood was very depressed, and they couldn't speak for a while.

"Ahem, who was that talking just now?"

Sun Wukong stood up from the pile of stones, looked at everything around him in confusion, and seemed to wake up with a hangover.

"He called himself the Grim Reaper." Ge Xiaolun replied.

"Oh, Hades?" Sun Wukong laughed at himself, looked at the destroyed land, and asked, "I made all this?" ”

"Yes, a lot of people were hurt because of it?" Ge Xiaolun said. With a resolute complexion, he has grown a lot through this battle.

"Hehe, I'm sorry! Now I have nothing but my life! You can't take it away. Sun Wukong said with a smile.

Facing the morning light in the east, he walked slowly and said, "No matter who it was just now, if this is the master's hard work, and the western heaven has taken the longitude to the world, then my grandson must be desperate to protect it." ”

"But we have to see if this is still the world of kindness and compassion. There will be a period later! ”

When the words fell, Sun Wukong turned into a flame and rose into the sky and disappeared.

"I'm tired!" Xu Yi sat on the ground with his buttocks, feeling that his body was about to explode, and coughed up a few bloods.

"Xu Yi, are you okay?" Qi Lin ran over, her face worried.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just that I coughed up a little blood, and a few bones were broken, just raise it for a few days." Xu Yi said unexpectedly.

"It's you, Guoshu Bai taught you? When I was really in danger, I was so scared that I couldn't walk. ”

Xu Yi said with hatred that iron is not made of steel, and at the same time silently recovered from his injuries.

"Hey, it's okay!" Rena also walked over and asked.

"Eldest sister, do you see that I'm okay?" Xu Yi said.

"Good behave, the goddess thought you would be hiding from behind and watching. After all, you're a coward and very afraid of death. Rena held her proud head up.

"But now this goddess has to change her opinion, and you've been impressed, hahaha."

"Hehe, do I feel very honored?" Xu Yi said.

……

Back to normalcy again, there are still ten days left before the system upgrade is over.

During this time, Xu Yi taught the national art of the male soldier company in the morning, and the rest of the time was to practice silently by himself.

Everyone's progress is great, and after the baptism of war and blood, everyone has really moved from the original immaturity to maturity.

Under the influence of the power of the world, it is destined that the national art will be generous and brilliant in this world.

During this period, Xu Yi was also secretly invited to the army to teach those national special forces national arts.

Xu Yi did not refuse this, in Xu Yi's opinion, the national art is the art of the Chinese people, and he wishes that everyone in China could practice and everyone would be martial.

As a national special forces soldier, he has undergone countless inhuman and high-intensity training.

In fact, in essence, they are the most suitable type of people to learn national art and make the fastest progress.

What is the practice of national arts? In the early stage, it is the muscle, then the epithelium, then the bone marrow, and finally the exchange transfusion.

The special forces train their muscles and muscles day and night to control their strength, which is far from being comparable to the group of super soldiers in the male soldier company.

It's just that there is no way to train blindly, so you can only make your body stronger, your speed become agile, faster than ordinary people, and your achievements are limited, so you can only be regarded as a layman after all?

But now that he has received Xu Yi's guidance, it is equivalent to finding a guiding light.

The accumulation of these special forces for many years broke out in an instant, and some of them listened to Xu Yi's lectures and practiced on the spot.

It is even more to break through Ming Jin on the spot, and the strength of one body has increased several times, it is not the same day at all, as long as it is a little polished, it does not take time to break through from Ming Jin to Ming Jin!

As for the dark energy, Xu Yi has no choice, and the breakthrough can only rely on his own chance and comprehension.

You must know that the national art cultivators of the Ming Jin Dacheng are not inferior to the first generation of Kamigawa super soldiers in any way in terms of strength.

As night fell, it was very late for Xu Yi to return to the Super Divine Academy from the Southwest Military Region.

Walking on the campus path, thinking about the things in the military region in the past few days, it still feels like a dream.

The adoring gaze of the soldiers put his vanity to use.

He also liked it, and those special forces, with a desire to learn, asked him questions like schoolchildren.

"I just planted a seed, and as for whether this seed took root and sprouted into a towering tree, or whether I didn't see the sun withering in advance, I just watched how this providence was."

I thought to myself that if human beings could survive the next catastrophe and be reborn from the ashes. I am afraid that in the future, I will be able to truly rely on my own strength to go to the universe and gallop through the universe.

"Xu Yi, what are you thinking? So fascinating? A cold voice suddenly came.

Xu Yi looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, pulled back his already flown thoughts, and asked, "Huh!" Rosebush. I don't go back to rest so late. ”

"Aren't you here too?" Rose glanced at Xu Yi.

"Huh!" Xu Yi couldn't help but smile, with his realm, he wouldn't feel the slightest discomfort even if he didn't sleep.

Because as long as the mana runs once on Sunday, it is guaranteed to be alive and vibrant.

This is also the reason why immortal cultivators have been in retreat for hundreds of years at every turn. The process of absorbing and transforming the aura during cultivation is actually like a poppy, which makes people addicted and can't stop?

"By the way, how are you training these days?" Xu Yi couldn't help asking.

"It's still the same, except for continuing to learn to upgrade the microwormhole handling. There has been no progress in the dark power of the national arts. Rose replied, a hint of helplessness.

"You've made rapid progress. Martial arts training is not as easy as you drive dark energy, directly upgrade your physique to optimize your genes, and then infuse relevant theoretical knowledge. All the way to martial arts, you need to come out step by step. Work to nature, water to come naturally. Xu Yi said.

He can't help Rose with anything? He is also a rookie on the road of martial arts.

Don't look at him cultivating immortals, and go on another path.

But for the national arts, the peak realm of the physical body in the inner family is not bad, and the highest realm of the soul is sincere, it is still greedy.

Some things are enlightened, and there are no shortcuts.

"Since you don't have a clue, it's better to put it down for the time being. Forget about it, maybe we'll break through tomorrow. Do not force anything to do, otherwise it will only backfire. Xu Yi said.

"Hehe, listening to you, how do I feel as if you are comforting me, I am like a child." Rose smiled brightly.

"Now do you feel that the gloom in your heart has cleared up a lot?" Xu Yi said.

"Hmm!" Rose nodded.

"Then go back and get some rest, tomorrow will be an even more cruel day." Xu Yi said.

He raised his head and looked at the remnants of the night from afar, because his heart once again had a trace of bad perception.