Chapter 808: The End of the Hero

The Battle of Tianmen Pass.

With such a big shock, it was impossible for Ye Qingxuan not to feel it.

In fact, the entire Aurora could probably observe the terrifying shaking from the Tianmen Pass.

As early as when the Heavenly Gate Pass activated all the enchantments and co-rituals, he felt the aether fluctuations coming from there, thousands of them, with the breath of war.

Bai Heng came too fast.

After mobilizing the elite, the rapid march of two days and one night appeared outside the Tianmen Pass, as if following Ye Qingxuan's footsteps.

After Ye Qingxuan came to Aurora, he seemed to have turned into a crow, and wherever he went, he would bring calamity to him...... Even if you are not far involved in those disputes, there is still no way to escape,

From the beginning to the present, through the sword of the New Testament, Ye Qingxuan can see it clearly.

For a moment, he wanted to make a move to prevent all this from happening, but he was rejected by Mr. Hu's eyes looking behind him.

That night, Mr. Hu would have been able to speak.

As long as he speaks, Ye Qingxuan will stay in Tianmen Pass, as long as Ye Qingxuan is there, with the blessing of the land of nothing, whether it is 100,000 troops or 200,000, it is just a number.

Two people join forces, no matter how many musicians come, they are not opponents.

The gate of heaven is eternal.

But he didn't say anything.

He didn't want to let himself stay, he didn't want to be implicated here, and he didn't even say anything to Ye Qingxuan for help in the end.

He only hoped that he would leave here with Bai Xi.

This is not his homeland, nor is it his country, and all strife has nothing to do with him.

He has no obligation and no excuse to intervene in a war that does not belong to him.

If someone is destined to make sacrifices for the country, then the only one who becomes a hero is himself.

On the road for two days, Ye Qingxuan rode his horse and galloped all the way, and now the city wall of the imperial capital was already in sight, but it was difficult to take a step forward.

As if sensing his hesitation, the hero who was far away at Tianmen Pass looked back and showed a heroic smile to him.

Don't wait, Ye Qingxuan.

What are you waiting for?

Isn't there something to do?

Isn't it nice that the person you want to take away at all costs is in the city in front of you?

- Goodbye.

It was the final goodbye, and he smiled and turned to pounce on the hero's end.

"Yes, goodbye. ”

Ye Qingxuan bowed his head gloomily, staring at his back, watching the end of the hero.

Outside the gate of heaven, flames rose into the sky.

It's as if the dead and cold world is about to be set on fire.

The hero is burning, looking up to the sky and roaring.

Endless light and heat burst out of his shell, forming a brilliant sun wheel above the sky, shedding majestic radiance, igniting the earth and sky, awakening the embers buried in the heart of the earth.

Under the blade of the Sword of End, angry lava erupted from the earth's crust, surging and sweeping, and with the attraction of heavy weapons, it wrapped around the void force field, forming a brilliant light like a star core.

With the fall of 100,000 catties of inhuman power, the terrifying light of the star burst spread!

Engulfing the sky, covering the earth, dispelling all bitter cold and dead silence, throwing everything into a cruel furnace, re-forging, and igniting a living fire.

The end of rebellion!

The shadow of the child was turbulent, and under the frontal bombardment, the elements of the punishment trembled wildly, and cracks appeared in the Dao, falling apart.

After abandoning a quarter of themselves, the other three swords joined forces to attack, slashing an arm off Mr. Hu's body, and the aetheric blood burned and gushed, pouring into the weapon in his hand, spraying on the hot lava, fueling the ferocity of the flames.

"A world where nothing exists—that's what you crave?"

Mr. Hu laughed and stepped forward to meet Yuan Changqing's phantom shadow: "I don't know how to live and seek death! What problem can pure destruction solve? There is only eternal emptiness!"

The scorching sun was waved by his arm, and there was a thunderclap, a loud sound of the world breaking.

The terrifying impact erupted, causing cracks to appear in the realm of dead silence.

The swords of death and end roared and intertwined with each other, besieging Mr. Hu's phantom almost in a frenzy.

Outside the realm, the heads of the family who had been relieved after Yuan Changqing's death became solemn again.

For the Yuan clan, the power of the natural calamity is nothing, and it is not that it has not been killed. Although the inhuman power of 108,000 jin is terrifying, how can there be any less artifacts destroyed under Yuan's sword?

The battle so far is no longer a pure competition of strength and quality, in this crazy battle between the two sides, burning themselves, endlessly climbing, and the strength is soaring in horror every minute and every second.

At this moment, the battle is dominated by the obsession passed down from the generations, the duel between heroes and death, fifteen years of pain and twenty years of waiting, determination and longing, sacrifice and madness......

If there are souls, then this moment is a battle of souls, and the undead who burn themselves into flames use the earth as a dueling arena, forgetting their lives and death, and are immersed in the terrifying fighting.

We can't sit idly by any longer, even if we are eroded by the elements of the Sword of the End, we must completely deal with that monster here.

With the roar of the candle dragon, the Nine Yin Pool swelled again, boiling, and the tsunami torrent swept out, accompanied by the twelve wheels, and the evil spirits of the Nine Cao Yin Division emerged.

The Huanghuang Heavenly Palace Cave opened, countless giant spirits swelled, accompanied by the pale face of the eldest grandson Jigui, the divinity was completed, and the transformation of the eight hundred spirit officials and the three thousand heavenly troops was completed.

It was followed by the Heavenly Tribulation Lock, in the sound of drums, thunder and vibrations, and thousands of thunderbolts turned into chains, enveloping the heavens and the earth, tightly binding the earthly world, and restricting Mr. Hu's music theory.

In an instant, the burning hero was pierced by the Sword of the End.

Between the dark heaven and the earth, only hoarse laughter sounded.

"Nine Yin Pool, three hundred years of raising yin beasts and ghosts, foehn wind and thunder and lightning, suffering from them every day, wandering between humans and ghosts like this, can you get immortality? candle dragon? just guard the corpse and yin soul, go and rest!"

He raised his eyes in the pitch-black abyss, and the flames of the scorching sun burst out like burning iron falling into the pool water, and the pitch-black yin beasts roared and quickly evaporated.

"Tie up the immortal locks, hold the heavenly punishment, overlook the mortal dust, and take life and death...... Can it tie people's hearts? The catastrophe is just a pile of broken copper and iron, go and rest!!"

Crash Crash!

With the roar of the hero, countless thunderbolts cracked, wailed under the terrifying sweep of 100,000 catties, and dissipated into the sky.

"The Imperial Emperor's Heavenly Palace, hundreds of years of watching the unification, the wolf's ambition, passers-by know...... Can you get one step closer to the Imperial Domain? If you don't care about the people's livelihood and don't notice the suffering, what's the use of wanting this spiritual officer and heavenly soldier?!

- Jumping clown, go to rest !!"

Rumble!

The Heavenly Palace shook, the hero moved forward, the furious flames swayed, the burning weapons swept, crushed the Dao Heavenly Gate, destroyed the Yuque Palace, eight hundred spirit officials, three thousand heavenly troops, but the earth chicken tile dog!

"Wait, is that all?!"

From the collapse of the Heavenly Palace, the burning hero slowly walked out, covered in blood and mutilated body, facing the sword of the end, smashing the power above the mortal dust and imagination!

Boom! Boom!

Under the impact of terror, the flame bursts out, extinguishes, spreads and extinguishes.

In the core of the void field, a very small and tiny 'darkness' emerged—the core of the supermassive tidal brake valve, the image of riot that only appears when the stars are annihilated.

It's like a soul hidden deep in the deepest part of matter after the evaporation of endless mass.

The smallest and most insignificant 'star wreckage' created by human beings in the past is just a little wheat, and it has a lot of weight. Like the soul of the dead, it greedily swallows everything in the material world all the time, and even the light cannot escape its restraint and pull.

With the full force of the hero, that very small point expanded rapidly, but under the small base, after expanding dozens of times, it was still no different from the original.

The only thing that has changed is its own weight.

If it was originally a height unimaginable to human beings, it has now climbed to the limit of what the physical world can contain. Even the Aetheric Sea distorted under that terrifying gravitational pull, forming a closed ring. Countless aetheric torrents flowed through the warped space, their burning glow clinging to the terrifying force, creating an impact that could tear everything apart.

Then, with the roar of the hero, the slender point was lifted high, and with the restraint of the force field, it swung forward!

Is that......

- Starfall!

After an instant, the loud roar of heaven and earth spread in all directions.

A hurricane that was enough to cause the mountains to turmoil swept forward, causing the Tianmen Pass to be as turbulent as a thatched hut, causing the forward of the princes' coalition to be blown away in an instant, and countless people's bones were broken and turned into flesh under the pressure of the wind.

Immediately after, the earth rippled like water, and the aftermath of the madness swept all around, causing a near-catastrophic collapse.

Under the blow, the earth within a radius of thousands of miles instantly became several meters shorter.

And first of all, under the bombardment of the starremain, the three surviving blades burst out with a mournful roar, slashing forward, and cracks emerged, one after another, and in the end, completely fell apart.

All that's left is a crack all over the place.

With the complete destruction of the four elements, killing, and trapping, all the power converged on the last blade, causing the sword of the wreckage to burst out with a glow that pierced through the stars.

Even its power of destruction is integrated into the destruction it represents!

The closer it is to destruction, the stronger the power it represents.

Where do you need the four realms of the true sword of the end?

One handle is enough!

A single sword is enough to wipe it all out!

This is the final step, in the midst of the fierce battle, the ethereal and illusory blade inherits all the elements, and the last sense of reality itself is obliterated.

What remains between heaven and earth is only a rift-like wound.

The trauma of the world.

The final battle kicked off.

-

Thousands of miles away, on top of the shattered hills, pitch-black steel rises elevated.

Thousands of miles away from the formation, there was a hidden army that stayed at the place where Ye Qingxuan fell, and did not march towards Tianmen Pass with the coalition of princes, but stayed in place.

The top of the iron mountain was carefully cut to the level without the slightest mistake, and expansion screws made of alloy were driven into the four corners.

Immediately afterwards, a heavy and intricate iron frame was constructed.

From beginning to end, all the equipment, all the items, and all the assembly were all done by the man named Jiuying, even if he had taken off his shirt, he was still hot and sweaty.

Corresponding to this, the expression is as indifferent as steel from beginning to end.

Eventually, two huge iron crates opened, and the heavy steel lying in the black velvet and chemical fibers that were by no means a product of this era was lifted, and a heavy part with the thickness of an ordinary person's waist was mounted on the frame, and the surrounding hydraulic valves creaked with the crazy shaking of the earth.

However, after several shock-absorbing measures, the huge creature at the top remained absolutely level.

With the twisting of the scale, the top of the 'battering ram', the opening only the thickness of a thumb, was facing the Tianmen Pass, thousands of miles away, aimed at the battlefield of the battle.

"Are you ready? Looks like I'm late. ”

Bai Heng, who was late, climbed the high platform, holding the ancient scroll in his hand, and looked in the direction of Jiuying: "There is still a little time, do you need to take a break?"

Jiu Ying shook his head silently, and got into the gap between the steel pillar and the iron frame, and the chair directly below the battering ram.

Immediately after, the hair was lifted, revealing an alchemical matrix that stretched from the back of the neck down the spine to the limbs. With the activation of the circuit, the bronzed skin is coated with a layer of iron white.

It was as if his whole body was fused with steel, but instead of gaining strength, he lost his agility and struggled to move, with only a few parts of his shoulders, wrists, and fingers to move.

It was definitely a failed makeover, but to be able to make such a subtle mistake can only be said to be ...... Deliberately.

As his ironing was complete, the battering ram topped open and lowered the partition, almost covering half of his body.

A faint glow lit up from inside the partition, illuminating his jaw, as if enjoying the stiffness, and he slowly moved his fingers, feeling the stability of the excessive stiffness.

Hold one's breath.

After losing his pulse, the whole person seems to have turned into a piece of iron.

Only the five fingers slightly provoked the grip on the armrest, and with the movement of the grip, the angle of the 'battering ram' also changed subtly under the mobilization of the iron frame.

"Did you start so soon? I haven't rested yet. ”

Bai Heng sighed and looked down at the scroll in his hand: "Speaking of which, it's the first time I've used it, wait for me to take a look......"

As he spoke, he lifted the scroll, skimming the strange name of the Orion β Deep Sampler Operator's Manual on the cover, and looking directly at the fine text behind it.

While comparing the above operation method, I pressed the button on the battering ram a little rustily.

"I'll see, what's this red one? Well, the wind speed is corrected in real time...... Then there is the distance correction...... Where's the temperature difference and the air pressure? Let me see...... Oh, here, do you want to fix the humidity? Forget it, fix it...... Well, there's also ballistic correction ......"

As the session ended, the tiny lights on the battering ram lit up little by little, until at the end, there was a cold, scalp-numbing beeping sound.

Warm-up complete.

Bai Heng lifted the last box, lifted a box the size of a human head with some difficulty, staggered towards the strange object hanging on the iron frame, and finally, stepped on the ladder and filled it into the groove. With the pivot moving, it sank into the core of the pitch-black steel, never to be seen again.

The icy cold air flowed out of the few places that seemed to be exhaust holes, turning the high platform into a cold cellar, and the slightest wisp of it was shivering.

With the completion of the final preparations, Jiu Ying's fingers trembled slightly, as if excited, his whole body tensed, and his thumb rubbed against the top of the grip, the red button.

"Slow down, be steady. ”

Bai Heng bent down and patted his arm, "This is the Bai Clan's last celestial collection, there is no second time." ”

As he spoke, he squinted his eyes and looked at the Tianmen Pass, thousands of miles away, and through the storm and fierce light that rose into the sky, it seemed that he could see the heroic posture of the battle in it.

"Jiuying, feel honored. He whispered, "After the third dragon slay, this is the last one of the Bai clan's survival, and it should be used on such heroes." ”

In the dead silence, there was no sound of breathing, only the deep echo of the hurricane from afar.

Bai Heng peeked at the scene in the mirror that magnified thousands of miles away to the smallest detail, and his eyes stared at the burning figure.

In the shadow, a thumb-sized red frame moved rapidly, chasing the unstoppable figure that was coming and going, encompassing the shadow in it, and making a sharp sound.

Bai Heng took a deep breath.

The storm from the Heavenly Gate Pass spread slowly from afar, like a giant roaring across the earth. Countless mud and dust stirred in it, forming a turbulent sandstorm, and the wind roared like iron.

Bai Heng narrowed his eyes.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

At that moment, a crisp voice sounded.

That's the echo of the spring when the activated button is depressed.

The roar of the storm, the sound of breathing, the wailing of the earth, the echo of the sky...... All the sounds seemed to be gone.

In the cold silence, there was only a muffled sound.

It's like pulling out the cork of red wine.

A ray of light erupted from the opening, heading into the distance, submerged in the hurricane and sandstorm.

In the next moment, the hurricane exploded, the bleak white waves stretched in all directions, and the gray-black sandstorm was brutally cut in two, like a torn cloth, making a chaotic sound of boiling oil pots.

The cold was gone, and the terrifying heat was released from the battering ram, burning red in an instant, as if brewing in the furnace of hell. More than a few feet of tongues of fire erupted from the exhaust vent, licking the ground.

The battering ram opened, throwing out the iron box that Bai Heng had just filled with all his might, but most of the weight had disappeared without a trace, as if it had been taken away by an invisible palm.

All that was left was an empty red-hot box tumbling on the ground, finally melting in tongues of fire that stenched.

In the terrifying heat, Bai Heng covered his mouth and nose and did not leave, but still stared at the half-melted screen, which was flickering with snowflakes, vaguely reflecting the figure that fell from the sky.

At that moment, the 'light' that converged into a line penetrated through thousands of miles of wind and dust, and everywhere it passed, everything fell apart under the impact, and the terrifying pressure left straight ravines and depressions on the earth.

In just an instant, the world created by the Sword of the End was torn apart, penetrated, roared past, and passed through the walls of the Tianmen Pass, and then passed diagonally, flying past the other end of the city pass, shattering the sky dome, and disappearing into the darkness of the universe.

The hero's roar came to an abrupt end.

In the dead silence, only the dull echo of the mutilated body falling to the ground.

On the broken skull, the outline of the past can be faintly seen.

Dazed, staring at the sky with one eye.

The smile is gone.

He's dead.

The belated roar echoed, dissipating into the hollow world.

For a long time, for a long time......

Ye Qingxuan's hoarse roar sounded.

"——Bai Heng!!!!!!"

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