The wrath of the emperor, ambushing millions of corpses, bleeding and drifting.

The general's wrath, the three armies face each other, and the decisive victory is thousands of miles.

The monk's anger runs through the long tassels, picking the stars and cutting the moon.

The Assassin's Fury, Meteors, Blood Splattered Five Steps.

The eyes of heaven have the ability to see through everything, but they can't see through the will of heaven.

Victory or defeat is always in a thought, and providence is always unpredictable.

Even though he is the most powerful Tai Chi in the world, even though he has lived for a hundred years, experienced joys and sorrows, let go of life and death, and let go of honor and disgrace, he can't let go of rise and fall after all.

King Vajrayaksha's left hand blindfolded the eyes of the heavenly machine, and the dagger in his right hand slashed across his neck, and then the blade turned and stabbed into his throat.

Time seems to freeze at this moment, but vitality can't stop passing.

The celestial stars in the sky fluttered for a while, and a wisp of wind blew, and a mournful roar sounded, and then dimmed.

"Original...... Is that shining death omen my own?"

Tianji opened his mouth, wanting to laugh, but he couldn't laugh, and he wanted to laugh, but it was more like crying.

He carried the last aura, reflexively grabbed King Vajrayasha, turned his fist into a palm, turned his palm into a sword, and pierced the chest of King Vajra Yaksha with a blow, flesh and blood flew sideways, and the bones were dry.

At this moment, King Vajra Yaksha and Tianji looked at each other.

Two dead people, two smiling faces.

One is a satisfied smile, the other is a bitter laugh.

King Vajra Yaksha Ming King swung the knife that he couldn't swing back then, breaking the demons that had puzzled him for many years, and at the last moment, he changed Tai Chi for colorless, and one life was worth one life.

But he has no regrets, this life is enough, why not follow the sect master?

Bang dang.

The dagger, which had been stained with the blood of the Yulin Ling assassin and inhabited with the resentment of the Yulin Ling assassin, fell to the ground from the hand of King Vajra Yasha, shook up and down slightly, and stopped.

King Vajrayogini fell to the ground with his head down, his smiling face clinging to the dagger.

He looked at it, his eyes blurred, and in a trance, he seemed to see the souls of those comrades pouring out of the small sword, soaked in the blood of Tai Chi, and finally relieved of the resentment they had accumulated for many years.

King Vajrayogini slowly reached out and tried to grasp the dagger. And at this moment, he seemed to see Liu Wanli standing in front of him, and then squatted down and looked at him.

"Pick it up and follow me later. ”

King Vajrayogini gripped the hilt of his sword firmly, his eyes shining with hope.

"Good knife, what's the name?"

Liu Wanli thought for a moment and said: "If it is famous, it will be called 'Zhuxing'." ”

"Why?"

"Because I want to destroy Zi Weixing, can you help me?"

King Vajra Yaksha knelt on the ground, looked at Liu Wanli in a daze, and then kowtowed heavily.

"Never give up. ”

The phantom dissipated, and King Vajrayogini's eyes became blank and hollow, his face pale, and he lost his life.

But those eyes never blinked, and there was still a smile on his face.

"I have no chance to see Ziweixing in this life, and I would like to use the blood of Tianji Star to sacrifice the flag for Tianxin Sect ......"

In the night sky, there seems to be a meteor falling.

In the wilderness, one man fell, and four stood.

Shi Cheng struggled to his feet, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he let out a heart-rending roar.

Liu Baiqi half-knelt on the ground, gasping for breath and his eyes cracked.

Tianji opened his mouth and looked up at the sky, blood blisters bubbling in his throat, crumbling.

Without the slightest fluctuation in King Fudo's eyes, he raised his long sword again and rushed towards the heavenly machine.

He knew that Tianji was not dead yet, and he had to give him the final blow to avoid accidents.

Tianji's life was almost gone, and the blow that had just pierced King Vajrayaksha with his backhand had almost exhausted all his strength, and at this moment, in the face of the sword that King Fudo had chopped down again, he was powerless to block or avoid it.

Tianji's life has come to an end, but he still has unfulfilled wishes, unfulfilled missions, and undefeated enemies.

Although he was unwilling, everything was a foregone conclusion.

The long sword pierced his body, the white blade stained with blood, piercing through the heart, the tip of the sword ticking with the sound of death.

Tianji drooped his eyelids, his eyes gradually dimmed, and his eyes seemed to be smaller.

He looked at the King of Fudong Ming, looked at this greedy wolf who coveted the Ziwei Star and disturbed the fortunes of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and stretched out a hand to him.

King Fudo Ming stared coldly at Tianji, but did not hide. He could feel that there was no strength left for the Heavenly Machine, and there was no threat to him.

Then, Tianji took off the mask of the Fudo Ming King and smiled gloomily.

King Fudo smiled back, as if there was a knife hidden in this smile.

"Your Majesty, you really ...... Lure the wolf into the house!"

Tianji had a sword in his chest, turned around step by step, and looked in the direction of Tai'an with a long look.

Tai'an ...... That's where he became famous, and his family is long gone, alone.

He became Tai Chi and became a heavenly machine, and finally achieved the obsession in his heart, sitting on the stargazing platform and sitting in the Great Zhou.

Now, he's dying.

He remembered that when he first met Wei Shengzhao that year, Wei Shengzhao was still a teenager. Curious, he asked Tianji a question, and it was the only question that Tianji couldn't answer for him.

"Xingjun, where do people go when they die?"

"When a person dies, the body is buried in the ground, and the soul ascends to heaven. ”

"How can a man have a soul?"

"If you believe, you have, and if you don't believe, you don't. ”

"Oh, will that person's soul still be conscious after death, and will he still be able to see what is in front of him?"

"I don't know, but after the death of the old man, I may be able to answer for His Highness. ”

A smile rose at the corner of Tianji's mouth, and then he slowly closed his eyes, and his body fell to the ground heavily.

King Fudo narrowed his eyes, at this moment he seemed to see some dots of light emanating from the heavenly machine, and they converged to form a long river, floating in the direction of Tai'an.

In the night sky, the Heavenly Machine Star was completely extinguished like a candle, and the Greedy Wolf Star once again hid in the black fog after showing off his might.

In the Changle Palace, the ministers wept.

Wei Shengzhao rushed to the outside of the temple gate desperately, leaning on a huge pillar, and looked at the sky in distraction.

He froze in place, unable to accept everything in front of him, his majestic figure seemed so small and lonely at the moment.

After a while, tears broke down the river.

The ministers knelt on the ground, and did not dare to mention anything other than to ask for a mourning.

Wei Shengyou lowered his head, his face was heavy and terrifying, Yang Kai was crying and mourning, his whole body was trembling, and Yu Wenlie's eyes were cunning, gloating.

The eldest prince is crying, the third prince is laughing, and their hearts are like mirrors.

Heaven is dead.

Everything is a foregone conclusion, and the curtain is about to come to an end, just after Wei Shengzhao's sadness, it is the monstrous anger under the dragon's face.

Wei Shengzhao still stared at the sky for a long time, refusing to let go, and the ministers knelt behind him, not daring to move. In a trance, Wei Shengzhao seemed to see a white light, which was the Milky Way formed by the convergence of countless stars, they were rushing, roaring, chasing, and flowing in the direction of the stargazing platform.

"Star Monarch ......"

Wei Shengzhao muttered, and then a spirit hurriedly rushed towards the stargazing platform.

The ministers got up in an uproar, wanting to stop it, but they didn't dare, so they had to look at the Son of Heaven of Da Zhou in a daze like a child, lost his crown, threw away the wide dragon robe, and ran wildly without a posture.

The internal official standing on the side hurriedly beckoned the palace maid to carry the sedan chair over, but was pushed away by Wei Shengzhao; Yuan Tai led a horse to chase after him, but found that his Emperor Majesty ran faster than the horse.

The hundred-zhang high stargazing platform seemed to stand in the clouds, and ordinary people were tired and half dead when they walked up, but Wei Shengzhao almost ran up with less than a stick of incense.

He was sweaty, disheveled, his hair was flying, he looked like a madman, but he didn't care about it, his legs were limp, he was panting, he was shaking, but he didn't care.

He saw the white light pouring down, like a torrential downpour, lighting up the entire observatory.

At the top of the stage, the points of light converge, from bottom to top, outlining a shadow little by little, this figure is slightly rickety, but it inexplicably makes people feel tall.

Wei Sheng looked at this figure with great attention, trembling and stretched out his hand to touch it, but it was in vain, people couldn't touch the light after all.

The light and shadow seemed to look at him as well, and then stood with his hands and bowed deeply.

Wei Shengzhao cried like a child.

As if unbound by some power, the point of light began to become agitated, and then drifted towards the sky.

Wei Shengzhao pounced on the light in horror, waving his arms desperately, trying to gather those points of light again, but the wind blew them farther away.

In the end, Wei Shengzhao hugged his shoulders and fell to his knees like a kite with a broken string, burying his head deeply.

His body was still trembling.

He began to believe that maybe after death, there really would be a soul. The soul of a person may still be pinned on the obsession of life, and there is still a trace of residual consciousness, and some people can still be recognized.

The starlight was dotted and poured into the sky, and thousands of households in Tai'an City seemed to play a lamentation.

People can't believe that the last Tai Chi of the human race, the strongest star on the Kui Star List, Tianji, died like this, this is like a fool's dream, a fantasy.

But the facts are in front of us, and people have to believe it.

On the street, in the mansion, by the cold river, in front of the distant mountains...... Countless people in the rivers and lakes stood quietly in place, staring at the sky, watching the last journey of the heavenly machine.

They may be enemies with Tianji, or they may be friends, they may have never met, or they may have admired the name for a long time, and they all offer their last respect to this strong man at this moment.

The death of the heavenly machine means the end of an era, but it also means the beginning of a new era.

After the Yangtze River, the waves surged, and the stars were shining brightly.

At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind Wei Shengzhao, and although the person who came had an old face, he had a childish face and a bright gaze. He was wearing a light blue Dao robe, and he was a Heavenly Master with immortal wind Dao bones.

"Your Majesty, please mourn. ”

"Taiyin, what are you doing here?" asked Wei Shengzhao, whose body remained motionless, as if with a hint of anger that had been disturbed.

"The star of the heavenly machine is extinguished, and the old man wants to collect his star soul and store it in the Tianji Palace. ”

"My tears haven't dried yet, how can I leave now. ”

The old man called Taiyin glanced at Wei Shengzhao deeply, and then let out a long sigh.

(PS: There are some things today, I can only change one chapter, I wish you all a happy Lantern Festival!)