Since it's Valentine's Day, today's release is naturally a Valentine's Day special. I don't know if I can stick to the ending, and I also thought that Valentine's Day could be a little special, so I took out the ending and wrote it first, this part is the story after the victory over the king.

It was a story of wind and snow, in the battle of the Creation Temple, Mo Yi defeated the king with his king's will, and at the same time buried many people's lives. So the dust returned to the dust, the Temple of Creation fell, and the Demon Beast Earth Burning Sun also replaced the sun and became a new round of eternity. Now that the king has been defeated, there will be peace in this world, but these are only good things to believe. The door of the underworld has not been closed, the mirror of the sky has not been covered, and the people of the various realms have not yet made a clear line, and war may break out at any time after the king's death.

But there is only one person left, how to go about the road ahead?

There is only one way for Mo Yi, that is, to sacrifice his three soul bodies, resurrect Rin Ao and Beiliu Yucheng, forcibly open the gate of heaven, let the heavenly rain successfully come to the world, wash away all the sins and blood stains in the world, truly liberate this world, seal all the divine soldiers, and let this world stop the war.

And before that, Mo Yi still has a very important thing to do, that is, burying Lan Ying.

Lan Ying doesn't know if you still remember, this is Mo Yi's first girlfriend, that is, her first love, the two have been separated from each other since they met, and they are together again. Mo Yi struggled to find almost all the sacrifices for Lan Ying, but when he summoned the immortal bones to become immortals, he was contaminated by the evil qi of the underworld, turned into a killing machine, and became Mo Yi's most powerful enemy.

Mo Yi defeated Lan Ying in the Battle of Genesis, and at the same time shattered the only little bit of love in his heart. When love reaches the deepest level, that smile is the most fatal pain. On this path of kingship, Mo Yi's hands were stained with blood, and he also endured curses one after another, as well as the truth of destroying his heart.

Milokudar, the creator god, is actually not so terrible, what is terrible is human nature, because of the ugliness of human nature, one tragedy after another has happened. People regard the king as a faith, but they don't blame their own sadness on others and let others bear it, and the only thing they have to do is to inspire and motivate him, how easy it is to live. Will defeating Milokudar save the world?

The Creation Temple collapsed at the foot of Wuyin Mountain, and a thin body held a young girl. At that time, it was already dawn, Mo Yi walked out of the darkness and a little light, the back or the mighty shore, the man or the king, but what he was holding in his arms was the pain of his life.

The morning rain was pouring down, and I didn't even think about whether anyone would be troubled by it. The rain wet Mo Yi's face, and the corners of his eyes couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain. The morning rain is holy, and it still can't wash away the blood on Mo Yi's face. Mo Yi wiped the rain off Lan Ying's face, and his own tears dripped on Lan Ying's face again. A long shadow pulled, and said Okay, when you get to the end of the king, I will take you back to your hometown with the flowers in my hand, but unfortunately the flowers have become you, and your hometown has become your thick soil tomb.

No one can stop Mo Yi anymore, and Mo Yi can't fall in love with anyone else anymore. The underworld is all deceitful, when people die, they are gone, and they will not go anywhere, even if I accompany you to Huangquan, I will not see you for many years. Have you ever remembered that we agreed for a hundred years, if anyone dies at the age of ninety-seven, how can he wait on the bridge for three years, and now I don't know who broke his promise.

The rain in the yellow plum season is full of sorrow and tears. Mo Yi's long hair is wet, and the Yiren have passed away. Mo Yi's every step was heavy, and the heavy thin body couldn't support it. Those good memories will not be buried in the dirt with Lan Ying, but there is a living person, thinking and crying regardless of day, thinking of those things that belong to two people, and the story of one person always seems extremely heavy.

I don't know if you can see me, and I don't want you to see me, I understand this pain, and I don't want you to bear it too. Do you think I will forget you, Lan Ying, do you think I will not forget a person who loves me to the bone marrow?

Mo Yi walked to the place where the two of them met for the first time, put Lan Ying down gently by the South Stream, and dug the soil little by little with the palm of his hand. How could a man who destroyed the world have to dig even a grave for so long, Mo Yi wanted to use the soft soil to return the blood on his hands and tell Lan Ying, don't be afraid, the place where you return is the home I made for you with my own hands, you can lie down with peace of mind, I am guarding outside, and no one can disturb us. The main reasons are...... I'd like to see you a few more times.

No matter how slow he dig, it was quickly dug up, and Mo Yi put bricks and herbs in it, put Lan Ying in it, and then kissed her cheek. The rain hit the corners of Lan Ying's eyes, like tears, Mo Yi gently wiped it away with his hand, hoping that you would not cry for anyone. Mo Yi squatted next to the tomb, looking at Lan Ying without saying a word, only feeling that her nose was sour and her eyes were sour, and she wanted to cry, but she couldn't even shed tears.

It was not the right time for the torrential rain, and it instantly wet the two people. Mo Yi was reluctant to cover the soil, and the rain also lost his sight, and hot tears fell into Lan Ying's tomb with the rain in the corners of his eyes. It's tears, it's really tears. Mo Yi wiped away his tears with his sleeve, and found that he could no longer restrain himself, crying with grief. The heavy rain is not heavy enough to express Mo Yi's thoughts, but even if the world is destroyed, he can't express it.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm useless, I can't protect you......" Mo Yi slapped his head with his hand, crying uncontrollably. When the first loess was thrown like Lan Ying's tomb, it meant that this love had come to an end, Mo Yi couldn't shed one more tear, and he wouldn't shed another drop for anything else, he buried the picture quietly, just like Lan Ying left quietly. Lan Ying cried and said sorry when she left, which really pierced his heart and his bone marrow.

Mo Yi adjusted his mood and coughed twice: "Now that Zhu Fengheng is gone, I want to sing a song for you!"

"From the day I had you, the whole body revolved around your breath, and you were the only one who promised each other to spend the wind and rain together, and the moment you had him, my heart was torn apart, and your traces were imprinted, how to restore your beauty, and I wanted to bury this memory

You divide love into different proportions, who occupies the more part of your heart, how many confidants do you have, and I am the chessboard, which piece of chess, you divide love into different proportions, who occupies whose part of your heart, in fact, it has already given a foregone conclusion, and how should I accept this ending?"

Mo Yi sang while burying the soil, and after singing a song, a tall and thick grave bag had been piled up. Mo Yi set up a stele in front of the grave, and the stele was engraved with "The Tomb of His Beloved Wife Lan Ying" The heavy rain finally stopped, and Mo Yi stood on Lan Ying's grave for a long time!

............

As long as he completes his mission, then he can die, Mo Yi has too much on his back, and he is not even qualified to die.

"Three Soul Sacrifice!" All of Mo Yi's swords were inserted into the ground, and they were clearly placed according to the resurrection flow formation: "Life is * death is aura, and this generation is willing to exchange the same life for the lives of the envoy Rin Ao and Beiliu Yucheng!" After speaking, Mo Yi cut his wrist and dripped blood, dripping blood in the middle of the formation. The blood of the king urged the formation, constantly absorbing energy from Mo Yi's body, as if it wanted to drain the whole person.

Mo Yi's face was expressionless with the gravity and suction, there was no joy or sorrow, as if he didn't care about his affairs. For an hour, if someone else or Mo Yi at another time would definitely not be able to hold on, and now Mo Yi, who has lost his heart, can withstand all the blows, as long as his heart does not die, then Mo Yi will not die.

Rin Ao and Cheng are part of Mo Yi, and Mo Yi's current mood and thoughts are very clear to them. The three of them did not speak in a very tacit understanding, and walked towards the gate of heaven.

The direction of the Gate of Heaven is in the Sichen Shen Thunder, the Phantom Purgatory has been trampled by Mo Yi, and the Earth Kui Yan Sun has also been banished to the Heavenly Traces, and there is only a ruin here. As long as the blood of the king is dripped on the enchantment stone that suppresses the hot sun of the earth, the three of them can reach the gate of heaven and open it. As long as the rain of heaven nourishes the entire earth, then Moyi's mission will be over, and there will be no more wars here.

Mo Yi dripped blood onto the barrier stone, and the three of them flew up from the ground, flying into the white clouds, and finally stopped in front of a door. The guards were only Archangel Saya and his hundred or so little angel minions. "Kill!" Mo Yi's green muscles burst out, and his face was hideous. The red star in the left hand is thundering, and the red lightning roars down, killing no enemy or me. Angels don't equal justice, and neither do I.

Beiliu Yucheng flew into the air, and millions of ice cavalry pressed the realm, directly attacking the gate of heaven. With a swing of the Holy Sword, the Ice Cavalry disintegrated, and the magic was neutralized. The most dangerous person on the field is Makoto now, he has lost his magic, and he is not as powerful as a normal person. Rin Ao moved his steel beast and brought Makoto in, countless steel birds of prey and a steel beast heading straight for the gates of heaven. Saya didn't pay attention to the arrogant Iron Legion at all, because the most powerful divine beast had already died in the battle in the Creation Temple, and he just let Arrogant open that door, and it couldn't be opened without two or three hours.

"Demolition!" Mo Yi fought bloodily to create time for Rinao. The Iron Raptor guarded the Iron Behemoth, and the Iron Behemoth kept hitting the door with his body, and the sky trembled, but there was not a single crack in the door. All of Mo Yi's talents were opened: thundering hands, wildly exposing the killing eye, and the aura of the overlord superimposed for a while, dark clouds were dense with lightning and thunder. Mo Yi's left hand is the Red Star Thunder End, and the soul of the other hand pierces the sun, wantonly slaughtering the little angels on the field.

Sayya's six wings flew together, floating in the air, holding the silver-white holy sword unmoved, making Mo Yi happy.

"Xinglan Swordsmanship Seventh Style-Ring Rain Singing Frost" White Frost's murderous aura escaped from the sword, slowing down the little angel's movement speed. "The Eighth Fire Kite Mass Burial!" the flaming bird fell from the sky, hissing and rushing towards the cherub, turning into red feathers when it landed. "Hidden Technique - Reborn from the Fire!" The little angel who was killed stood up again under the burning flames, and Mo Yi came to control it: "Blow it up for me!" Mo Yi flew into the air, and a handful of his soul pierced through the sun and plunged into the clouds, and was blown apart by the little angel of *Zong, taking away the other angels.

The Fantasy Sword, the Broken Blade, swept across the field, spilling blood for thousands of miles, and the stump fell to the ground. Mo Yi threw out the Red Star Thunder Mo and the Broken Blade, and two lightning bolts, one red and one silver, each pierced through dozens of angels. Mo Yi pulled out the Yama pen from his waist and wrote a curse spell in the clouds, and a black light burst out, threatening to destroy the entire cloud top. Saya wields the sword and breaks the curse, but the other angels are all dead in the clouds.

"Apocalypse, Holy Healing Technique!" Saya raised the holy sword in his hand, and a white light shot down from the sky, and all the angels were resurrected. Mo Yi is red-eyed, I will kill as much as you want. The spirit turned into a dragon, biting the angel, and Sayya's six wings flapped to purify the black qi of the spirit. The Spirit Restraint Sword, which had lost its black energy, turned into an ordinary judge's pen and fell to the ground.

Mo Yi pulled out the coiled dragon spine sword, clenched his hands, kicked his hind legs, if the flying arrow popped out, it rolled in the air for two weeks, and a sword fell, "Thirteen styles, killing gods!" The sword qi slashed countless angels and rushed straight to Sayya. Sayya's six wings wrapped around his body, and the sword qi hit the wings, sending out sparks, but they didn't cause any damage to him.

Rin kept pounding against the gates of heaven, but there wasn't even a crack. The little angel encircled and suppressed Mo Yi, Mo Yi's body was not afraid of any damage, and the cut flesh grew back again, since the process was painful, but who cares now. Saya is a dragon with six wings and flies towards Moyi. Mo Yi pointed to the sword as a kill, his eyes turned red, and the killing intent was gloomy, "Twenty-two painting dragons slash rock strikes." Several wyverns flew out of their swords and swooped down on the Seraphim, whirling and twisting and biting and fighting, their scales and horns scattered on the ground.

"Die!" Saya Six Dragons attached to the Holy Sword and flashed behind Mo Yi, a sword piercing through the back to the heart. The three of them only felt that the warm current of their hearts bursting continued to spread throughout their bodies. Rin and Makoto gritted their teeth and banged on the gates of heaven like madness. "How old are you!" Mo Yi grabbed Saya with his backhand and threw him out. "Xinglan's ultimate meaning!"

Summoning the Phantom God Offering Shadow, the Spirit Emperor Sword Pool, and the Sword Emperor Xinglan, with the power of the three gods, the body of Mo Yi ignites the furnace of life. "Let's go, arrogant, sincere!" Mo Yi said very slowly, as if to say goodbye, and as if ...... Fantasy - Broken Blade Thrown into the Fire, Soul Locked, Holy Sword Thrown In, Soul Thrown In, Coiled Dragon Thrown In, Red Star Thunder Mo Thrown In!

Mo Yi jumped into the fire and condensed into the Sealing Spirit Sword. A golden light flew through and pierced Sayya's heart, nailing her to the gates of heaven. The Gate of Heaven took that as a crack, and it cracked on all sides, and a white light came out of the door......

This gate of heaven is not unopenable......

This rain is so beautiful......

Mo Yi seemed to see Lan Ying beckoning......

The Spirit Sealing Sword turned into golden powder and merged in the Rain of Heaven......

"Proud, sincere...... We saved the world!"

But in the end, I couldn't save myself......

What does the royal road interpret?

"Don't take the road to the way it is now, love doesn't know where it ends, I went against the world with this, I hope Lan Ying will have a smile when she sees it......"

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The world is vast, people are blind, for love to know, empty like, pedestrians laugh and talk, that girl, girls smile, people forget their sorrows.

If you step on the red dust, Mo Dao is sad, one heart and one painting, two temples are white, if there is a woman, accompany you to return to your hometown, I sacrifice to the world, what does it matter!

Hey, hey, happy Valentine's Day, everyone!!