He knew that he was walking towards the darkness step by step, and the farther he moved forward from the light, and he still resolutely chose to meet the darkness, and the darkness over there could not be darker than the black wings of the night, even if it was dark. At this time, he was wearing a solemn and solemn court robe, on which were embroidered with brocade all kinds of flowers, trees, insects and fish, like a living creature carefully carved by nature; he wore a jet-black official hat on his head, which was decorated with large and small pearls, which shone silver in the soft light of the warm sun; on his feet was a pair of heavy clogs, like a crescent-shaped sailing ship, walking as if floating to the sky, but many years later, he would never have dreamed that he would wear his favorite clothes without any constraints, which was a pitch-black robe, black and bright, like the dark eyes of a long dark night glowing dimlyCircles of snow-white silk scarves were wrapped around his head, and he rose high upward, like a white tower isolated in another world, looking out where the light could not shine, and on his feet were shoes soaked in darkness, on which was the sign of a black lightning, but the sharp eyes of light never noticed its loss and sinking.

The Faithful Minister walked forward against the power of darkness, his mind still burning with blood-red flames, and although he felt that the world was falling behind him with every step he took, that persistent belief inspired and motivated him, making him see that there was haze and light in the place swallowed by darkness, and he knew that only by driving the darkness away from the outer world and the inner world forever could he save this dawn world.

At this moment, the green grassland blocked his view, and the new green of the ground burrowed into his eyes, and dyed his heart a trace of new green, but he was not fooled by the greenish hue on the surface, and he turned the leaf petals to the back, and found that behind it was a yellowish light green, and the edges were drowned into a thick black by the dark shadows. He slowly raised his head, the darkness in the sky was covered with a layer of darkness, and the heavier and heavier pitch black hit the blood-red luster, and he leaned down and slowly collapsed into the curtain of night.

Suddenly, darkness flew like a hungry ghost from all directions and crawled all over his body, and also crawled all over the green grassland, and the faithful minister saw a pitch-black figure in a trance, and the black shadow was standing above him down, and he could feel the black shadow's terrifyingly black eyes, terrifying face, and chapped fingers. At this time, he tried hard to dodge left and right, trying to get rid of the attack of the black shadow, he tried again and again, failed again and again, the darkness was like a dark tide condensed in the sky, using its claws to seize the azure blue of the sky, his body lost the last trace of resistance, the darkness removed the only remaining piece of blood red in his eyes, and flew towards his mind and soul.

I don't know how long he fell asleep, the faithful minister finally dragged his weak body to his feet, he moved with difficult steps and continued to walk, the earth under his feet like a flying mill wheel spun rapidly, he could hear the sound of the earth trembling, the grassland cried behind him, the gradual choking ripped the taut string in his heart, he kept walking forward, counting the heartbeat of the earth, the sobbing of the grassland to the border of the jungle.

The boundless darkness blurred his vision, he felt that he was hovering on the edge of survival and death, he looked back at the grassland, the green grass had lost its former fragrance, and the darker colors clinged to the leaf petals to destroy their youth, he knew that the end of the grassland was more grassland, and his end was more disappointment, he turned his head, a powerful black undercurrent hit in front of him, and his thoughts were drawn to the real world where he was personally escorted out of the castle by Lan Xingye, the king of light.

When the loyal minister walked out of the castle, he came to the military department and led a large number of brave and warlike soldiers to the palace of the arrogant minister, at this time the heavy dark black still shrouded the sky and the earth, there was no trace of retreat, the black mist turned into fine ashes suspended in the vast sky and took away the ice blue left for the sky, the dirty dust was like a cold frost that froze the soft blood red of the sun, when the army of the Lord of Light rushed to the palace with thousands of troops, the arrogant minister was still intoxicated in his own little world and did not know what happiness was。

Perhaps one day when he was immersed in a hearty dinner, he would suddenly remember that he had made a great contribution to the defeat of the remnants of the defeated army of the dark lord Lu Zhuxuan, but that kind of feat has become history after all, and now he no longer has the wisdom and courage of the past, but the courtiers of the castle still call him an "invincible hero" Because of the exaltation and praise of his ministers, he always felt that he was superior, and his strong vanity encouraged him to greedily climb to higher places, and his strong self-esteem made him prefer to live a corrupt life of wine and wine rather than let others see his depravity.

The arrogant minister has a prominent position, his ancestors are the relatives of Lan Xingye, the king of light, and he has a strong blood relationship, the prosperity of the country of light is inseparable from the efforts of their families, but in this generation, the arrogant ministers are not willing to bow down to the ears of others, and under the pursuit of many ministers, the ambition of wanting to establish himself as a king is about to move, because there are many ministers who support, he is often arrogant and rude above the main hall, and does not put the king of light in his eyes at all, and now the pitch black in the sky is approaching his palace step by step, and the heavy undercurrent has broken into his nightmare, it seems that their long-planned rebellion has begunHowever, the Lord of Light had already expected it in his heart, and he asked the Loyal Minister to lead the strong generals to destroy them, hoping that the Kingdom of Light would be able to save the day and stand forever above the countries of the world.

When the soldiers led by the loyal minister broke through the gate of the palace of the tyrannical minister with an absolute advantage, the servants in the palace were terrified and fled to various parts of the courtyard with wails. When the tyrannical minister learned that the army of the Lord of Light had invaded the palace, he immediately sent his soldiers to put on armor and mounted their horses, admonishing them to fight even if they had to pay great sacrifices, and asking for support from other palaces.

The gloomy sky revealed a glimmer of light, and the faint light slowly dissolved the edge of darkness, and the warm current floating on the ground was trembling, quietly diving into the dark void and filled with the power of fraternity. The faithful minister led the soldiers to pour over like a flood that opened the floodgates, and the arrogant ministers and soldiers flowed through the raging torrent to meet them, and immediately a bloody battle began in the palace.

The spear pierced the chest and spewed bright red blood, splashing a flock of melancholy red butterflies, and the red butterflies fell heavily on the earth and turned into a bleak light; the sharp arrow hit the distance between the eyebrows, as if a black eye had opened between the two watery eyes; the stump and severed arm that had been discarded on the ground slept on the earth, as if looking for this soul that he should not possess. The sound of pain, angry roars, and fearless fighting add a touch of joy to the dull world, but these joys hurt the emotions of people's inner world, the dark sky looks at the chaotic earth, and the naked earth also looks at the gray sky, as if looking for something, is it people's conscience, or endless killing? Maybe what they see is just a boring game.

The faithful minister rushed to the front, his sword cut off the enemy's head again and again, the sword shined back the enemy soldiers who came to send them to death, the soldiers of the land of light followed, they shouted loudly, waved their weapons and stabbed the enemy in the heart, only to hear the enemy soldier scream, fell from the horse, although the soldiers of the arrogant minister resisted hard, but still could not resist their iron hooves, these defeated soldiers fled in all directions like flies that had lost their direction, their timid hearts made them cower back like turtles, the cruel struggle was a foregone conclusion, the soldiers of the country of light waved their weapons in their hands to celebrate each other, they lifted the faithful minister and threw it towards the blood-red sky.

At this time, the rescuers invited by the arrogant minister arrived, and a large area of black pressure blocked the gate of the palace, and the arrogant minister saw the morning light of hope, and he ordered the soldiers in the palace to take up arms and carry the flame of war to the end, at this time, the soldiers of the country of light felt their whole bodies tremble, and the heart buried in their chests seemed to jump out of their throats, and they found that a black smoke rushed into their eyes, and then touched a nerve that had long been numb. At this time, the arrogant minister shouted at them: "You incompetent fellows, quickly put down your weapons, I will leave you alive." The soldiers of the Lord of Light fell into a frozen silence, and they stood in a daze for a long time, before finally agreeing to lay down their weapons, spears, swords, broadswords, and steel spears thrown on the ground with the last vestiges of desperation. The sky was once again draped in a dignified pitch black, and the blood-red flames of light were gone, and the soldiers of the Lord of Light had long been in a dilemma of attacking from both sides.

Like a bird in captivity, the faithful minister lost his freedom to fly into the blue sky, and he looked up at the clouds that were getting heavier and heavier, and his mind began to sink again in boundless pain, when suddenly a blood-red ray of light flew through his mind, and this ray of light grew larger and larger, and brought his thoughts to the steppe that had once frightened him, where a pitch-black figure floated, making it impossible for him to approach the end of the source of darkness.

The faithful minister looked up at the sky again, the lonely sky slowly approached the bright sky, the blood-red light and shadow trembled gently in the dark black haze, the bright light on the horizon gathered into a golden river, stubbornly extending into the distance, the earth flowed with the fragrance of green, the faint pulse lifted this green and threw it into the dreamland of the sky, the green leaves and petals in the jungle were re-smeared with a layer of bright glow, they exuded a thick fragrance and indulged the fantasy of the jungle.

The Faithful Chancellor shuttled through the jungle, beside him was a large and endless oasis, he could feel the dark forces disappearing little by little, the shadow of light was quietly rushing into his eyes, the Faithful Chancellor quickened his pace, the sky behind him woven a blood-red flame, burning and surging into the lonely heart, reflecting the lonely world. He vaguely sensed that the source of darkness was not far ahead, but now that the power of darkness had retreated, he looked up at the increasingly red sky, and looked in the direction of Twilight's departure, he found that the world that fell into darkness was the magic mountain ruled by the dark lord Lu Zhuxuan, at this time, he remembered the pitch-black figure he met on the grassland, the body of the dark lord was full of death and pain, and it bewitched his heart step by step.