The void was silent for a long time, and Song Ziyuan faced the place where the explosion sounded, today, there was another Dao master who chose to die in this way, protecting them behind him with his own life.

One person for countless people.

In the face of these six fierce beasts, the army is not without the strength to fight, but the price to pay is the lives of 10,000 or even 30,000 soldiers.

This kind of fierce beast with such great lethality is extremely rare for the entire void, and every time it appears, it will inevitably suffer heavy casualties.

In the history of Futong, there have been more than a dozen such disasters, and in the end they were all solved at the cost of the Taoist self-explosion, and later, this responsibility fell on the Daoist masters of the Great Dao Academy.

Song Ziyuan closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth tightened, Dao Yuan, since the founding of Futong, all the Taoist masters, none of them died well.

No one remembers that the Dao Yuan, which now has no more than ten fingers in number, also had a glorious period.

Two thousand years ago, more than 1,000 Taoist masters lived together in the Great Dao Courtyard, preached 3,000 Great Dao, and recited 800 side door handouts.

There is no class of teaching, and anyone who has the desire to learn can go and listen to the sermon.

One lecture in ten years, one lecture in one hundred years.

Countless cultivators came to visit, and every time they preached, the Great Dao Academy was overcrowded, and the wind of learning was extremely strong, and Taoist friends discussed the Tao with each other, debated the law, and learned.

I don't know how many monks they have instructed them to walk more smoothly on the path of cultivation, how many Dharma meanings they have taught, and how many monks who have gone astray.

It is no exaggeration to say that it was the era of the Taoist.

He didn't have the opportunity to see the grand scene of the Great Dao Courtyard, but his master, the master of the Heavenly Academy, Ran Xi had personally experienced the ups and downs of that era, and the waves were magnificent, and only those who came from that era could truly appreciate the vastness and preciousness of that time.

The prosperity has never been long-lasting, let alone on the lonely boat where the leaf of the floating paulownia is drifting alone in the sea, if the boat is destroyed, can the people on the boat still live?!

It was the biggest crisis that had occurred since the founding of Ukikiri, the void monster broke through the defense line and went straight into the enchantment, the Ukiki soldiers suffered heavy casualties, and even the monks in the country were conscripted into the battlefield, but this did not suppress this increasingly bad situation, the enchantment was loosened, and everyone was in panic.

The enchantment is in a hurry, and the Ukiki Kingdom can no longer draw enough monks to compete with the Void Monsters, and the knife hanging above everyone's heads will fall off at some point, killing them without leaving a single piece of armor.

Dead country, what a terrible word, in the void, in addition to the floating tree, where is there any other peach blossom source for them to live?

Just when everyone fell into deep despair, the Dao Masters of the Great Dao Courtyard resolutely stood up and made up for the enchantment with their bodies, and all the nine hundred and ninety-nine Dao Masters fell overnight, and their souls and enchantments merged into one.

The enchantment that had been gnawed by the Void Monster was replenished again, and Ukiki finally had a chance to breathe.

But those Dao Masters never came back, and the vitality of the Great Dao Courtyard was greatly damaged, leaving only seven Dao Masters, and from then on, the Great Dao Courtyard closed its doors to thank guests.

The glory of one generation passed away in exchange for the brilliant life of another generation.

In the past, thousands of Taoist masters preached, and millions of monks listened to the grand occasion can only be traced in memory.

The number of nine hundred and ninety-nine is a very special number for Ukikiau, every stroke is blood and tears, all are guards, and they are all precious.

It's a pity that all the glamorous and glamorous can't compete with time, whether it is the grand scene of June or the heroic death, it will eventually be like a rolling river, and it will never return.

The people of the year can't come back, but the younger generations uphold the legacy of their ancestors.

Song Ziyuan opened his eyes, his deep pupils were faintly glowing, and he stood alone for a long time.

At the same time, Qi Xun also looked into the distance, the aftermath of the explosion had calmed down, and the fragments of flesh and blood were eaten by the small animals hiding in the distance to watch the battle.

The void is as clean as ever, but under the surface cleanliness, how many dead souls and dry bones are buried?

Qi Xun sighed silently.

Neither she nor Song Ziyuan had anything to say to their soldiers, in fact, there was nothing to say.

Rong Qi's death was heroic and heroic, there is no doubt about it.

But are there still few soldiers who died on this battlefield, which of them is not heroic, and which one is not heroic?

Rong Qi is not the first, nor will he be the last.

The bloodiness and cruelty of war have always been like this.

Rong Qi is special in the hearts of several people in the Great Dao Courtyard, but only that, it does not mean that for this reason, Rong Qi's death is really more heroic and heroic than other soldiers who are standing on the front line.

Everyone in the Great Dao Courtyard was dressed in white and vegetarian, and the atmosphere was very low for a while.

No one can be indifferent to the death of the partner who accompanies her day and night, Shen Bujiao raised her eyelids, this is the first time she truly understands the meaning of the four words impermanence of the world.

A few days ago, the Amazing Fish Feast was the last meal they ate together, and the Cang Honey Water they drank was the last time they got together.

Shen Bujiao knew very clearly that in this life and the next life, he would never have the opportunity to meet again.

Death and life will never see each other again.

Rong Qi is not a fall, not a body death, a real death, a soul collapse, and there is no chance of reincarnation.

Until today, Shen Bujiao really understood that the real farewell, there is no Changting Ancient Road, no Peach Blossom Pond Water, no persuasion of the gentleman to have a glass of wine, some are just quiet, it turns out that one day and one day, it has become the last side, and even if it is not across the mountains and rivers, there is no chance to meet again.

It was also at this time that Shen Bujiao realized that many years ago, he was with Shi Yu, Xie Ziyi, Ming Wei, and Pei Shaoqing...... How rare and precious is the real farewell of those people in that restaurant box, so precious that they must keep these beautiful memories in their hearts forever and hide them.

She stared intently at the side of the army, and suddenly hesitated a little in her heart, did she really want to enter the military academy and go to the battlefield as a soldier?

Laugh together today, and tomorrow will be separated by yin and yang.

She faltered.

Death will never begin to become numb because of seeing too much, and people will only cherish life more and more.

The soldiers who died in every battle of the military were obvious to all, Shen Bujiao just watched from a distance, and felt uncomfortable, this time Rong Qi died, and it was even more painful.

Silence, depression, sadness...... Such an emotion enveloped the Great Dao Courtyard, and no one took the initiative to speak.

Until the trumpet of the next army war is sounded again, everyone must cheer up for the next battle.

Shen Bujiao's understanding of the void creatures gradually became more and more in the battles, and her swordsmanship had improved by leaps and bounds compared to before.

After years of accumulation, the accumulated aura finally ushered in a qualitative change, and the improvement of his state of mind made Shen Bujiao's realm rise from the early stage of the heartbeat to the middle stage of the heartbeat, and his comprehension of swordsmanship was even higher.

The dead have passed away, and as long as the living lives for one day, he has to live his life, no matter what kind of cold winter and snow he leaves behind, the living must live his life like a spring breeze.

The joy of the living is the greatest disappointment to the deceased.

The life of a cultivator is long and long, and the people around him always come and go, walk and come, and there are very few people who can truly accompany each other from the prime of life to the gray hair, and the grass and trees have passed all the years.

They all know this.

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