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"We've lived for countless years, waited for this day, you know? Arched! A voice came from the tower, and the voice was filled with extreme resentment like a sword stabbing at Qingming.

"Dome!"

That person called Qingming as the firmament.

Qingming looked up, it was an extremely ugly man, there was a deep wound on his face, the wound was bright red and weird, as if he had just been cut in the face by a sharp sword, which made people's scalp numb when they looked at it, no one knew how he survived, and no one knew what kind of pain he endured.

Qingming didn't recognize him, or didn't remember him, but that person's hatred deeply touched Qingming, and that hatred seemed to have accumulated for countless years, and it poured out at this time like a river bursting its embankment, unstoppable.

"I forgot." The man grinned, laughing wildly and unbridledly, "You forgot who you are." He touched his forehead with his hand and laughed until tears flowed.

Qingming's gaze was slightly cold, he didn't speak, and then he saw Xingyue, the woman with a delicate dagger, like a civet cat lazily stretching her thin waist, her eyes flashed with a blue glow, making her look even more mysterious and charming.

Then there were the other people of the Tianmu Organization, some of whom he had seen, and some of whom he had not, and then later, Hou Yi appeared, and the Divine Dragon Boy also appeared.

It was as if Qingming was isolated, and he faced so many people alone, as if he had returned to the beginning, when Qingming was just born, when he was desperate.

He didn't like the world, he didn't like it from the beginning, but he didn't want to resist it.

"Bai Wuchang, you betrayed us." Hei Wuchang turned out to be a member of the Tianmu Organization, and at this time, he had a more transcendent temperament than before, and the gloomy ghost aura would actually rise into a kind of sacredness.

"If there is really a betrayal in this world, it is you who betrayed Qingming." Bai Wufang was unmoved, just firmly stood in front of Qingming, and said in an indifferent tone.

The crowd is silent,

Maybe they have forgotten that at the beginning of Chaos, it was that existence that gave them protection, so Bai Wufang's words made everyone silent.

Hou Yi's body became much more condensed, and an existence like him should have been decisive, but there was also a trace of hesitation at this moment.

"We just want to be free." Hou Yi said softly, "Is it wrong? He looked at Qingming.

Black impermanence is an abnormal anger, he can't bear Bai impermanence's betrayal, because he likes Bai impermanence, but for various reasons he has been suppressing that like, and once the like is suppressed, it will grow and grow rapidly.

A mouthful of black mist turned into a poisonous snake and bit on the white flawless back in the most eerie way.

Seeing Hei Wuchang's sudden move, the rest of the people could only follow suit, although they were unwilling.

Finally, Bai Wufang lay in Qingming's arms.

Qingming didn't speak from beginning to end, and each of these people in front of him was a figure who had once stood at the peak of an era.

Each of them has a legend that has been passed down to the world, praised by the ages, they are powerful, peerless, if any of them stood in front of them before, they may not be able to resist the mind.

But now, when he looked at these Dao figures, Qingming suddenly remembered the dream he had had a long time ago.

In the dream, they were also these people, they raised their heads and looked at the sky, unwilling, angry, and finally let out an angry roar at the sky.

Those eighteen people are these people in front of him, before that Qingming thought that he would be the nineteenth person, until this time he understood that he was standing opposite the eighteen people, he was the sky, and he was also the dome!

When that tear fell from his eyes, when the purple light above the sky appeared, Qingming began to truly awaken.

He doesn't like this world, not because of hatred, not because of anger, but because he is cold, noble sky, and the sky will only look down on the world.

"Wind!"

Qingming gently spit out a word in his mouth, and then a cloud of wind rolled up between heaven and earth, and the wind was golden, like the thinnest knife in the world, cutting everything in front of him fiercely.

The attacks of those people were blocked by the wind called by Qingming, and the warmth in Qingming's eyes became less and less.

"Fire!"

Suddenly there were black flames descending from the sky, and the flames engulfed the attacks of everyone in the Skydome Organization with a breathtaking suction, and continued to grow, and the extreme temperature seemed to be able to burn everything up.

Qingming's body is constantly getting bigger, and the white flawless in her arms is like a thumbelina, she lies quietly in Qingming's palm, with reluctance and tears in her eyes.

She shook her head at Qingming, but Qingming also shook her head at her, and finally Qingming seemed to have made some kind of decision, and the last tenderness in his eyes stayed on Bai Wufang's body and then closed.

When he opened his eyes, there was only noble indifference in his eyes.