After saying one sentence, the sadness in his eyes was unstoppable, it is really rare for a generation of emperors to have such a change in mood, even if they see the millions of corpses in front of them, it will not be like this.

The green lantern produces green smoke, and the green smoke also curls, winding between heaven and earth, dissipating above the blue sky.

The people who accompany him all his life, who are also teachers and friends, enjoy the attack of the founding of the country, and those who do not seek fame and fortune, I am afraid that there is only one person in this world.

"Mundane things stain your eyes and your body, maybe, that's exactly what you want. Then he let out another low moan.

After that, the whole country of the Ming Dynasty wore linen and filial piety for three days, teahouses and restaurants, the land of wind and moon, but all the places of entertainment were not allowed to operate, there was no sound of silk and bamboo orchestras, and no half of the cold sleeves were allowed.

All this is just to send the national teacher, that generation of foreign monks, Yao Guangxiao, who is not understood by the world, even in the palace.

He left, in the way he decided, how to come, the origin was uncertain, but how to go, he chose for himself.

Deep in the mountains and cold forests, a few old crows are miserable, the ape mourns for a long time, and the sound of crying makes pedestrians feel sad.

Perhaps, this is because they are also using their own way to send foreign monks.

Although Yao Guangxiao died peacefully and without any movement, heaven and earth did not allow him to go so lonely.

Meteorites descend from the sky and fall in the ocean, setting off monstrous waves, such a vision is rare in ten years.

Mohism.

Tens of millions of black-clothed ink warriors, all of them are heavy weapons, the big ones are tens of meters, and the small ones can be held between the palms of their hands.

Although it is known as tens of millions of ink heroes, I have to admit that there is indeed a lot of water in it, if you really study it carefully, there will be seven or eight hundred thousand people at most.

Mo Zizhai was in the middle, at this time, he looked up at the sky, his mouth was tightly closed, and a few furrows between his eyebrows showed the unrest in his heart.

"Did he really leave like this?" Mo Zizhai opened his mouth and whispered softly.

Unexpectedly, outside the door of the snow house that day, the old man came to visit, and it was really the last time.

In fact, he said it badly, because he never opened the door at all, leaving only the strange monk standing alone in the wind and moon, and no one knew the pain in his heart.

See who should be seen.

Have you ever seen one?

Never.

This is the two of them's treatment of him, never a word, countless heartaches in the world.

"All the ink heroes, silence and send strange monks. Then he shouted.

fell into the ears of everyone, and they were immediately speechless, whether it was the twelve guards of the Mo family, or the ring finger Moxia.

Everyone, send the strange monks.

This is just one play, Mo Zizhai and the other ink heroes are just the representatives of it, the world is so big, I don't know that tens of thousands of people are silently mourning for it.

Just because he is a foreign monk Yao Guangxiao, he was abused during his lifetime, and finally got the respect he never had after his death, how ridiculous and ridiculous.

It is no different from having an offering in front of the grave of a person who has died of starvation, and if he can be given a porridge and a meal before his death, why not.

If he can really know from the spring, this may also be regarded as comfort, better than nothing.

Two hours, not long, not short.

In the past two hours, the million-strong tiger master of the Great Qin Kingdom looked at the person sitting cross-legged, and the atmosphere was surprisingly solemn, almost audible as if a needle had dropped.

It is not an exaggeration to say that this animal seems to have human nature, so he honestly stays in place, as if he is afraid of disturbing this strange monk.

After being tired for so long, it's time to take a good rest.

"Prime Minister, two hours have come. Bai Qi said.

As a general, this is his responsibility, not that he is hard-hearted and not infected, but he must be iron-blooded, on the battlefield, Ci is not in charge of the army, only blood can write victory.

Here, there is no personal affection, fighting tiger brothers, going into battle with father and son, what Li Si did just now is already a taboo in the army.

Hearing his words, Li Si nodded, and then, his eyes moved away from the strange monk's body, and he suddenly condensed, and said, "Attack." ”

As soon as the words fell, before the soldiers could react, they first saw Yao Guangxiao's body blown by the breeze, and immediately turned into dust, moving with the wind, and he didn't know where to go.

It is like the green lantern, which is extinguished by the breeze, and then there is green smoke, and finally it is still extinguished.

Since then, Yao Guangxiao has completely not existed in this world, nothing has been left, and he doesn't want to be like the legend, and he will leave relics after the death of a monk.

After walking in this world, he also left a lot of things, and the reputation of the world proves that he has been here, and the heavy sum in the history books is the wealth for future generations.

"Attack, step on the barren mountains. Lees said

The soldiers were stunned by the scene in front of them, and had forgotten what to do now, and only then did they react when he scolded them like this.

Look at the winding steps in front of me, finally, thousands of miles away, just a few steps away.

However, they didn't know what kind of person was on this mountain, and how it could be so easy to be broken.

Raise your feet and walk up the first step, the bluestone touches are not much different from ordinary stones.

Suddenly, without warning, as long as anyone stepped on it, their bodies all exploded, turning into a thick blood mist.

For a moment, the air was filled with the smell of blood, and there was a slight stench, which made people sick.

Those who were close to each other were surrounded by blood mist, and their hair, clothes, faces, and hands became wet.

These are all living people, they were still together just now, talking and laughing, and they are all in the same robe.

But now, they are still together, and they are more connected, even at zero distance.

They were almost so frightened that they almost didn't vomit their stomachs, and their bodies were like chaff sifting through them.

This is still the Tiger Ben Male Division, the first army of the Son of Heaven, and can only barely do this, if it is replaced by other armies, I am afraid that many of them have already passed out by now.

This can't be blamed on them, it's really because everything that happened is so weird that it completely produces their cognition.

It's supernatural abilities, it's ...... God.

Dead people are not terrible to them, and every time they fight, almost all of them are walking on corpses, but this time is different, it's not just about dead people.

Seeing this, Li Si's eyelids jumped, and his heart chuckled.

He had already expected that things could not be so simple, if it was really so easy for them to set foot on this barren mountain, then this first longitudinal warrior would be in vain.

With three points of dragon qi in his hand, how could he be mediocre and inactive, even if his strength is greatly reduced now, his level of terror is far from what ordinary people can imagine.

Just this hand, although Li Si was already mentally prepared, it was still very unexpected.

This method, even the current Li Si, can never do it, and there is no way to crack it.

There is no solution to this problem.

Looking at the blood mist that was still in the sky, and the empty steps that had been stained red.

This is a ladder to the sky, and no one can step on it.