"Those who don't want to stay, let go. Li Yuchen closed his eyes, "Fire Curtain City, maybe it should usher in a new life." ”

"What are you going to do?" asked the old monk.

"The alien race is coming, the people of the ancient family are coming, the Phantom Moon Palace is coming, and there are many people coming. Li Yuchen read softly.

Peace is rare in Fire Curtain City, and those who live in Fire Curtain City had better leave...... Here, it will become a battlefield.

The old monk nodded, and was silent again.

Although he hadn't lived in Fire Curtain City for a long time, and there was a fault in the short and limited time, he still didn't want Fire Curtain City to be devastated by the war.

However, it can't be stopped, and there is no convincing reason to stop it.

I can only hope that there will be a new life.

A sigh, long and long.

Those who wanted to leave were gone, and those who didn't want to go also walked a lot.

The City of Fire Curtain became deserted, and there was a kind of loneliness without a human figure.

In the lonely city, Li Yuchen walked on the streets, stepping lightly on the stones under his feet, remembering the streets and the scenes on both sides of the streets.

Memory, many trivial fragments, dust in one place.

"Help me. ”

"Good. ”

Li Yuchen closed his eyes, the old monk's hand was on his shoulder, and the flame lines in the air were like flowers blooming, and they were in full bloom.

The flames in the City of Fire Curtain jumped up and leapt towards the island in the sky, thinking of becoming one with the sea of fire on the island.

The bamboo flute was rooted in the stone, and a circle of pale green lines thinner and denser than cobwebs spread rapidly to all directions, with a cool and soft light that enveloped the Fire Curtain City, and the space was filled with gentle ripples.

The island in the sky slowly descended, and the day became like night.

"What are you going to do?" the old monk was puzzled.

"Turn the Fire Curtain City into a sea of fire, and let the sea of fire burn with new glory. Li Yuchen did not explain in detail.

When I opened my eyes, there were blue and purple flames dancing in my eyes. After a few flickerings, it was replaced by black that was different from the darkness.

A black glow hidden in the depths of the flame sprouts emerges, connecting with the darkness pressed down by the fire island.

Chaos reigns.

The earth trembled, and the joyful flames of the City of Fire Curtain vanished, burning in the endless sea of fire.

The darkness burned to an end, and the island of fire was gone. There is only one lonely city.

From the outside, the City of Fire Curtain has risen in height.

"Go and watch them, too. Li Yuchen said.

When aliens arrive, there are some battles that cannot be avoided, and there are some people who cannot escape from the battle...... He didn't want something to happen to some people.

With the old monk looking at them, he can feel much more at ease.

One man, one city.

A city that has become lonely, with only one person left, guarding the loneliness alone.

It's like a thousand years of living in true consciousness. He walked in the city of Fire Curtain where he had lost his figure, and he had a lot of ideas, but he also had no ideas.

Just walking, walking...... Time passed.

The sky is reincarnated, but in the blink of an eye.

The space fluctuated, from a high place downwards, a figure appeared, and was wrapped in the green light rising from the Fire Curtain City. The figure is moving towards the unreal.

There were many more dazed figures in the sea of fire.

There is singing lingering, and there is killing stretching. In the sea of fire, countless figures are fighting against aliens.

Kill!

The voice that came from nowhere, the killing thoughts that entered the heart from the environment in front of them.

Some thoughts came from the void, and a strange color appeared out of thin air, and a powerful and brutal force arrived in front of him, and he had to strike.

Countless more cannon fodder fell. Those who have just arrived will no longer escape the killing.

Kill!

The killing intent brought about by the environment is gradually flourishing, and the real killing intent rises and is blazing in the bottom of the heart.

The sea of fire is surging, and the killing intent is also boiling.

Once on the battlefield, you can only kill.

"When are you going to see it?" Li Yuchen raised his head slightly, and the dancing flames in his eyes flashed black. Confused his gaze, "Burying countless dry bones, contaminated with the blood of immortals, and blessed by the great power of immortals, how can it be so easy to see through?"

"It's a battlefield, the enemy is a foreign race, and it doesn't matter if you look at it from the outside. ”

"Let's go in, okay?"

The question is like talking to oneself, and it is no longer necessary to answer oneself with the help of words, and it is determined long before you start talking.

Whether it's good or not, it's good to go in.

However, he did nothing, was silent.

There is a wind between heaven and earth, a cool wind, a gentle wind, blowing on the face with a slight coolness, and thoughts inadvertently drift gently with the wind.

Every stone, every vein, every bit of dust...... The small, the trivial, the inconspicuous are all in the wind, in the wandering thoughts, alone.

The world is big, but many things are small.

A short distance always becomes a little longer, even distant, for the smallest things.

The stones in the City of Fire Curtain City, the flame patterns on the stones, and the fine dust left between the lines...... Blown away by the gentle wind, scattered in the memories of this city, blurring the past.

In the wind, there is the sound of this world.

Li Yuchen listened carefully, counted silently, and thought and remembered some important things.

He waved his hand, and the wind stopped.

The mud and dust that rolled not far away hit the fire marks on the stones, but from one side to the other, and never went away.

But, some distance away.

No matter how subtle the distance, there is always some distance, and no matter how difficult it is to distinguish the difference, there is always a difference.

The wind stops, and the city is peaceful.

There is one more tree in the Fire Curtain City, with a thick and thick trunk, long or short strong branches connected to the dense and green leaves, rooted next to the bamboo flute.

Hashiki, a tree.

Qiao Tong didn't exist for long, but he conjured up a stringless bow and flew to Li Yuchen's hands.

Lost, a bow.

The left hand is clenched and the right hand is jerked.

The stringless bow gave birth to an arrow, and it suddenly fell into nothingness.

There seems to be a bubble bursting, if there is a splash of water.

There was a clear sound, and then it was continuous, and the sound was unconscious.

Pull away and arrows come out.

Drawing the bow continuously, one arrow after another shot indiscriminately into the void, a sound of gently breaking and gently spreading out reverberated in the air.

Very light.

Really light.

The space fluctuates, there is a figure, and it is illusory in an instant.

"You brought it on yourself!"

The angry voice was still transmitting, and Li Yuchen had an extra hand by his side...... The withered palm danced with a rich aura of death, corroding the aura in the air.

Knowing that there was a hand to grab, Li Yuchen ignored it at all, still doing what he wanted to do, repeating the action of pulling the bow and letting go.

Draw a bow, shoot an arrow.

forced out the hidden figure and was sent to the battlefield by them.

The cold breath was accompanied by a cold voice, and the palm of the jumping dead air was not bound by the space, and fell on Li Yuchen.

The clothes on the shoulders were torn in an instant.

Skin, flesh, blood, tendons, bones.

The visible corruption, the repression that keeps approaching death.

The palm of his hand broke a path and drilled into Li Yuchen's body.

"Die. ”

Li Yuchen heard a very soft voice, and he could hear a strange softness, as if he was saying the closest words to the closest person.

However, it is hard to hear.

It's really hard to hear.

He thought so, and was affected by the voice, frowning, and there was a brief pause in the posture of drawing the bow.

But, it's over.

Things have passed, words have passed, palms have passed...... It's over, it's all over. (To be continued.) )