Ye Ning embarked on the road to the research institute, his pace steady and confident. Along the way, the number of demons began to gradually increase, and various forms of demons appeared in his sight. They either possessed ferocious claws, or they were huge and exuded an overwhelming aura, but in front of Ye Ning's flames, they were all reduced to ashes without exception.

The flames in Ye Ning's hands swung like lightning, and each slash carried the power of destruction, crushing the demon's resistance. His flame danced, graceful and fierce, and each time it streaked through the air, it was accompanied by a blazing light that pierced the gloomy sky.

The demons roared one after another, trying to fend off Ye Ning's advance together, but their efforts were in vain. The golden flame is the end of their lives, a barrier they can never cross. The demon's corpse turned to ashes and stacked at Ye Ning's feet, forming a series of roadblocks that were not obstacles.

Ye Ning's goal has always been locked on the research institute in Tiancheng, and according to Yan Hanjun's suicide note, he knows that it is the source of darkness, the birthplace of all demons. He didn't hesitate and continued to move forward, the flames were burning around him, if Ye Ning didn't deliberately extinguish his flames, the entire Heavenly City would experience an unprovoked fire.

More and more demons tried to intercept him, and these demons became stronger and stronger, the fire roared, the wind howled, the surging water, the thunder carried the electricity, the flying sand and stones, the thorn vines, the ice crystal, the power was infinite...... All kinds of demons transformed from the supernatural people rushed towards Ye Ning.

But without exception, they all collapsed under the power of Ye Ning's golden flame. The demon's screams echoed through the city, as if sounding the death knell for Ye Ning's advance. Every time Ye Ning's mind slashed, it was like the golden flame of judgment, sending the demon to the judgment of destruction.

No matter who they are, no matter how powerful they were. At this moment, he couldn't hold on to a single move in front of Ye Ning.

The wind blew from afar, blowing through the ruins and wreckage, and Ye Ning's black trench coat flew with the wind, like a lonely traveler. He stood in the center of the city, surrounded by many golden flames, like a blazing shield, separating him from the miserable scene around him.

These golden flames swirled around him, protecting Ye Ning from sudden attacks. These flames were very small, and Ye Ning was afraid that they would accidentally set the city on fire. But these flames all emitted a warm light, shining Ye Ning's eyes deep and calm, there was no trace of fear fluctuation in them, only confidence and arrogance.

The hem of the trench coat flutters in the wind, intertwined with the dancing of the flames. In this dead and silent city, Ye Ning is like a flowing light, illuminating the darkness, and his existence seems to give people hope. Surrounded by golden flames, Ye Ning's back looked extraordinarily tall, he was a symbol of hope, a bright light in the darkness.

As Yan Hanjun's suicide note wrote: "I know how good I am, I know how different I am, maybe I was born to solve this matter." Maybe the times make heroes, and I was born for this. ”

Yan Hanjun didn't want to do that, because he felt that the world had failed him. Ye Ning wanted to do this, because this world was still wonderful in his eyes.

The dirty and the pure, the unbeautiful and the beautiful are like a contrasting picture, intertwined with each other, and each other is the background and foreground of each other's existence. Just as black and white, light and shadow reflect each other, without dirty, the value of purity cannot be highlighted. Dirtiness is a relative existence, a background in which purity can be identified and cherished, and it shows a pure light in the grinding, so that the quality of purity can be highlighted, just as the stars in the starry sky need a dark background to shine.

The existence of unhappiness is precisely the reason why beauty can be precious. People can only truly feel the preciousness of good moments when they go through difficulties and difficulties. Difficulties and setbacks forge tenacious will, and bad experiences make real beauty. Beauty is not static, but accumulates through daily efforts. It is precisely because of those unbeautiful moments that we can better appreciate the hard-won beauty and know how to cherish and pursue it hard.

Everyone is a good achiever, striving to follow their heart's desire to create beauty for themselves and others. Just like the dance of one's life, the dirty and the unbeautiful are part of it, but they can't stop the pace of moving forward. Only by bravely walking through the dirty and unbeautiful can we reach the other side of purity and beauty, and show our inner strength and pursuit. Ye Ning is willing to become the leader of this great journey, and compose a beautiful world with his own efforts and actions.

A person who takes a step forward will inspire more like-minded people to take that step. A person who walks out of a path will attract even those who know nothing about it to embark on that path.

Yan Hanjun wrote the peace in order to deceive Ye Ning and let Ye Ning live well in the rear with him. But Ye Ning was really moved, no matter whether Yan Hanjun had this idea or not, Ye Ning should be Yan Hanjun. He wanted to pick up the unfinished things of Dawn and continue to walk with him, this was the most desired wish in Ye Ning's heart.

As difficult as the process is, shouldn't it be the one that is really interesting? Just like everyone knows that a snowman will turn into water, but they are still happy to build a snowman, in Ye Ning's view, the process is more important than the result!

It's a pity that Top Gun has no map, no mobile phone, and no Ye Ning, who has never been to Tiancheng, went to the research institute with the feeling that he had only taken a taxi twice. Naturally, he went the wrong way.

Ye Ning came to the outside of the Heaven Swallowing Hall in Heavenly City by mistake. I can only see the fine white jade paved ground shining with warm light, the phoenix on the eaves carved from sandalwood spreads its wings, the floating windows carved from green tiles and the jade wall panels, the solemn temperament, the high entrance hall and the magnificent door, the round arch window and the corner of the stone, showing grace and luxury.

In the square in front of the Temple of Swallowing Heaven, there was a dead silence. The corpses were strewn all over the ground, stained with blood. What was once a battle scene turned into a tragic scene. The corpses of the soldiers lay on the ground, silently telling of the brutal fighting. The sight in the square was terrifying, as if it were a nightmare reality.

A horde of demons wreak havoc in the square, fierce and ruthless. One of the female demons soars into the sky, her gaze indifferent, looking down on the battle on the ground, as if enjoying a bloody show. The other demons wielded their own malevolent tactics, some wielding their claws and shooting at people with their weapons held high, turning the square into a battlefield of killing.

The demon's roar echoed through the air like the whispers of the Demon City. Their murderous countenances and murderous eyes make people feel an irresistible fear. And the corpses in the square became a testament to this nightmare, and blood and death filled the air, forming a chilling picture.

Looking at the terrifying scene in front of him, Ye Ning felt a surge of anger and determination rise. His gaze was firmly locked on the female demon, and he recognized it, this was Wang Lei, who defeated him that day, that is, the culprit mentioned by Yan Hanjun, Ye Ning couldn't help but ignite the flames of battle in his heart.

In the chaos of the square, there was a soldier named Fang Zhenzhong who stood out. He seemed to be wearing a pair of silver armor and holding several flying swords, each of which shimmered with cold light, like a meteor streaking across the night sky. His gaze was resolute, there was no trace of fear on his face, and the faith he guarded drove him forward.

Fang Zhenzhong manipulated the flying sword, slashing at the approaching demons flexibly and sharply. His movements are fluid and accurate, and every swing of the sword carries with it the power of destruction. The flying sword made a graceful arc in the air, like silver lightning bolts, cutting the demon's figure into pieces.

The flying sword constantly changes its appearance, sometimes turning into a big sword, and the edge is compelling; Sometimes it becomes a sharp axe, and the punishment of an embroidered axe; Sometimes it turns into a spear, shining brightly; Sometimes it becomes a giant hammer and breaks the jade hammer beads; Sometimes it becomes a halberd, and it is a halberd; Transform into a long sword; Sharpen iron like clay.

Fang Zhenzhong kept charging and fighting the demons. The sword light broke through the air, sparks flew everywhere, and his combat power seemed to be tireless. As if he couldn't stop his courage from the demon's attack, he dodged the demon's attack and then quickly counterattacked, exposing the demon's weakness to the sword.

Fang Zhenzhong's forehead was oozing with sweat, but his eyes became more determined and fierce, and his face became even more angry. He knew that this battle was not only a life-and-death fight for me, but also an opportunity for him to avenge his brother, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and he would not back down. He constantly unleashed the power of the flying sword, knocking the demons back one by one, creating a safe area.

Every time the demon fell, Fang Zhenzhong's confidence also increased, and his sword momentum became more and more powerful. He became an invincible force on the battlefield, and his presence inspired other soldiers.

Suddenly, a sharp gunshot slashed through the battlefield and accurately hit Fang Zhenzhong's "battle armor". The bullet pierced his defenses and struck deep into his flesh, causing intense pain.

Fang Zhenzhong's body trembled violently, he lost his balance, and fell to his knees, covering his chest with his hands, moaning in pain.

Fang Zhenzhong's breathing became rapid and difficult, and dense sweat dripped from his forehead. The pain made him almost unable to think, his eyes closed tightly and his face pale. He used to be a battlefield. but this fell into unspeakable pain.

The sounds of battle around him seemed to fade away, Fang Zhenzhong's vision gradually blurred, and he felt that his strength was passing little by little. Fang Zhenzhong tried his best to stand up, but his body seemed to be out of control, and he could only support himself and kneel on the ground.