Time stopped in this instant.

Countless shimmers of light lit up in the night, as if the tears of the goddess were spilling from the distant sky.

In that huge chess game, in the middle of the whirlpool surging like an abyss, suddenly an extra star was embellished.

At this moment, the mighty flood turned into countless rippling water waves, gently crossing to the world. And the woman in the center who flew to the sky on a silver lion emanated from her with a brilliant, chaotic light.

The night sky froze here.

Heaven and earth became silent and desolate.

From the void, gradually, a distant, quiet evening breeze blew.

The wind fell from the heights and swept freely across the world, across islands and forests, across deserts and snowfields, over the empty and barren Nagano, and over rolling hills.

The winged flower tree on the black stone mountain, full of fire and fragrant fragrance was blown by the long wind, the flourishing and gorgeous flower tree, the flowers fell one after another, the branches gradually became transparent, faded, and turned into a clear dream.

There was a "thud", and small silver locks fell from the tree and fell into the dark, damp dirt.

The vast valley is covered with silver-white snow, and Nagano stretches as far as the eye can see, with two names written side by side in the snow, unintentionally blown away by the rolled up wind grains.

Passed away quietly.

The wind continued to blow, blowing through the blue seaside woods in Li'er Country, blowing through the gold-embroidered and silver dancing clothes on the side of the bonfire in Wufan City, blowing through the golden sunset hanging on the spire of the pagoda in the Yu'e Mountain, and blowing through the dark night rain on the side of the churning waves of the Styx River in front of the Black Rock City.

It blew through everything, blowing on the young snowy silver spear, the freshness that would never wither.

This is a winged flower transformed by the illusion of the hairpin, a winged flower, it only needs a little spiritual power, it does not need to be deliberately maintained, it can bloom for a long time.

The boy muttered, "No......"

He tried to use his own illusion to keep this red, but he was not the owner of the winged flower after all, and could only watch this flying luan bird, gradually flying out of the floating dream shadow.

Nothing was left.

In the sky, there seemed to be a faint roar of a giant beast, gradually dissipating into the night sky.

The spirit animal is its master's most loyal companion, it lives for her and dies for her.

"Hehe," the golden-eyed young man leaning on the long pillar looked at the end of the void and smiled sarcastically, "It's turned to ashes, and there's nothing left." ”

"Shut up!" No-Jiang glared at him angrily.

The ghost was disgusted but didn't care, but just said lightly and calmly: "What about the Heavenly Demon bloodline, what about doing everything?" It's just a chess piece. He gasped hard, and a black shadow gradually floated above his body, "What a fool, sacrificing for the people of the world is the stupidest thing in the world......"

Those black shadows blurred his body, like a firefly about to be extinguished, flying into the distant sky little by little.

"Ghost disgusting?" No, Jiang was stunned suddenly.

The boy's body was completely enveloped in darkness, and he could only see a smile of relief on his face. It was as if I had unloaded the burden I had carried for many years, and for the first time, my posture became lighter.

"What do the people of the world have to do with me? What does the common people have to do with me? ”

Those golden eyes, like the golden glow at noon, were warm and dazzling.

His voice gradually fell, becoming a golden phantom in the sky.

"I just...... I don't want to accept my fate. ”

He was born with different pupils and was considered an anomaly. The half-demon born of the combination of man and demon is as humble as an ant all his life. For the two races to be intolerant, the displacement, and the separation of relatives and friends are the fate arranged for him by the way of heaven.

He spent his life trying to change his fate, but after all, he was devoured by fate.

The demon race is born against the bones, if he wants to destroy the world today, he will save people.

On the side of the dark waves of the Styx, the lost girl was lying in his arms, the blood spreading from his heart was like a blooming flower, Xiaochun looked at him tenderly and said: "If you are worried that I will leave regrets, help me go back to the village to see my mother, and then go to the town where we lived before, and taste the dim sum of the restaurant next door for me......"

The flood had drowned everything, and if he could stop the flood, at least, someone would be able to help her taste the dim sum of the town restaurant.

Ants are cheap, busy, struggling in the floating waves.

But in this world, there must always be some traces of the existence of ants.

In the night sky, the last star returns.

Across the huge chessboard in the sky, there seems to be a figure ethereal, the cactus brushes through, and the sound of falling children is cool.

In an instant, the sound of the gushing water stopped.

The whirlpool was filled with stars, and the scattered aura slowly returned.

Time that seemed to have been stopped finally began to flow again at this moment.

In the pitch-black mountains of Black Rock City, the depleted spiritual veins were like the first rising sun, suddenly erupting. The streams are bright and vibrant, and they envelop the entire mountain range.

In the Mingxiu Courtyard on the Gufeng Mountain, the old persimmon tree, which is already in decline, has grown its first green buds in the branches.

The submerged farmland was like an isolated island on the sea, and the old cow "mooed" twice, and the horns were covered with yellow sand, and it was difficult to get up from the mud.

The mother, who was desperately struggling in the whirlpool, looked ecstatic and lifted the child above her head as the torrent faded, with the joy of the rest of her life on her face.

The tide was rapidly receding from the vast expanse, and the displaced people who were fleeing to the mountains stopped and looked back in amazement at the rejuvenation of the capital.

The sound of the house toppling stopped.

The sky is no longer crumbling.

The heavy rain that poured down from the nine heavens was already gentle at some point, and the rain became fine. The waves of the river that have not had time to fade are no longer surging and devouring the world, they are gentle, soft, like the gentlest palms, compassion caress the heavens and the earth.

The capital has become a great river, no longer roaring, no longer angry, it is calm and lingering, reflecting the magnificent night sky overhead.

In the sky, I don't know when, it has been full of stars.

Those dazzling rays of light mingled with the thin rays of rain, and thousands of stars sprinkled down, glowing golden on the surface of the water. The capital is reflected in a colorful and dazzling state.

Heaven and earth are gentle and beautiful, magnificent and grand.

High and far away, a star fell from the end, streaked a burning trail in the night sky, and landed in the palm of the young man's palm.

The evening star hairpin that had been broken and re-glued had completely disappeared. Only the plain hairpin, which was no longer bright and somewhat dim, became the only trace of her existence.

And it's not the only one.

In the center of the main hall, the stone tablet on the Dengxian platform is still empty, and at the front of the grid in the chess game, there is a small statue of Yingying.

The woman's long hair is flying, her eyebrows and eyes are bright like spring water, she is holding a green stick, prostrate on top of the giant beast, and the silver lion under her is breezy, looking at everyone with a smile.

Bright as the morning glow, stunning beauty.

End of Destiny

------Off topic------

Take two days off, and continue to update next Monday~

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.