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The enemy is gone, with booty, with pride. It has left the island with the deepest pain, a pain that will not be erased for thousands of years.

"It's finally over," Yi Han muttered, swallowing his saliva, it was unexpected that he was able to survive this catastrophe.

When the catastrophe comes, how many strong people die, and it is difficult to save their lives. As powerful as the three major sects, the powerhouses of each final manifestation period, such as Qingling, Miao Ling, Shenling Valley, Heavenly Sword Sect Master, Dugu Yimai, etc., have not escaped the tragic end, and those geniuses such as Lin Shi, Ning Chuan, and Dugu Xuejian have either voluntarily or forced to rush to the forefront, and they have also ended their brilliant lives early

When the catastrophe comes, only the most ordinary creatures, who only stand in a low place, do not yearn for the sky, do not yearn for the powerful, can have a chance to survive. But ordinariness is not, ordinariness means vulnerability, and sometimes they can survive only because the strong disdain to ignore them. This kind of survival is no different from shame.

There is no greater shame for a person than to ignore his existence. This difference is especially evident in this world because of the existence of monks. No dignified person should accept such disregard and shame.

This is true of living beings, and even more so should be of people. However, if dignity and death do not coexist in a different way, whether to choose to die with dignity or to live quietly is a difficult problem, which has existed since the birth of heaven and earth. In the endless years to come, it will still not disappear.

To survive or to perish is a difficult question. It is one of the biggest problems to think about in the life of spiritual intelligence, and it is also the biggest problem for human beings.

This catastrophe came suddenly, quickly and tragically, and went so quickly that people didn't have time to react. Whether it's coming or ending.

Shui Ling'er was dazed, as if she had lost her soul, the battlefield was already dead, she scanned the four directions, and the spiritual power fluctuations were still left between heaven and earth.

But what about people

The aura of spiritual power has not yet dissipated, what about people

The person who is proud of his peers, who is not afraid of a qiē, and who has tried his best to help her, care for her, and love her

Where is the figure with a firm gaze and a lonely back?

Shui Ling'er looked around at the battlefield position in front of Lin Shi, where was Lin Shi's figure

"Even if people die, there are still corpses left behind to see people, and dead to see corpses" Shui Ling'er shouted in her heart, but tears still couldn't help but gush out, out of control.

But not a living person, not even a complete corpse.

She searched back and forth, and landed on the ground, but where else could she find a body in the devastated land. Lin Shi died in the most tragic way, completely shattered, leaving nothing behind.

Suddenly, she saw a blue rag in the distance, no more than the size of a palm, covered in blood, which had long since congealed. Shui Ling'er recognized that it was the piece of clothing that Lin Shi was wearing.

She grabbed the rags and searched everywhere, finding the same ones within a few hundred feet, but nothing more.

She searched like crazy, even if it was to find another piece of bone, a piece of flesh, so that at least she could put something in the grave when she was buried.

Qingyun also flew in and silently joined the same search. But the scene when Lin Shi was fighting was too chaotic, and they didn't know the specific location at all, so naturally they didn't know where he "fell".

Yi Han recalled Lin Shi's death in battle, it was really for Qingling and Lingdao, and the lives of the three of them were saved because of him, and he sighed and joined them.

The three of them grabbed a few rags in their hands, and after a long time, they almost searched for a hundred miles in a radius, and they wanted to turn over every inch, but they still only found a dozen rags, and that's it.

"People are gone, that's all. Qingyun sighed and gave up looking.

"Just bury him here, set up a tomb, and let everyone remember that there was a young genius named Lin Shi who died here for Lingdao"

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