"The stars are always there. ”

Qingluan, who had just barely stood up from the ruins, changed her face, and she muttered this sentence.

That was what her master told her, not wanting this sentence to come out of Yuheng's mouth, Qingluan didn't understand what it meant, but vaguely felt that there might be some connection between the two that she didn't know.

But she didn't have time to think about it yet.

A starlight lit up at this moment.

It was so sharp, like a razor, that it cut through the blood-covered sky and shone on the body of the old man in the void.

At this time, the hundred ghosts finally put away the banter in their eyes, and he stared at the old man in front of him, and his heart beat wildly. He finally smelled a hint of danger in this old man.

"Even if you are a star, you will never be my opponent. He roared almost in a roar, and then the bone wing behind his back shook, and his body turned into a streamer. And the surrounding ghosts also gathered towards him like a spirit at this time, and finally after a few breaths, they gathered into a huge black spiral-shaped thorn.

Yu Heng's eyes flashed with a glint at this moment, and the ten directions of the divine sword in his hand swung in the void, and a surging sword light slashed out, and there were nine sword shadows dragging behind him.

One sword is the main, nine swords are ministers, one sword moves, and nine swords follow. Hence the name "Ten Directions".

The sword light meets the streamer that the hundred ghosts have turned into.

Then there was a bang.

The black light met the white light, and a light that was so dazzling that people did not dare to look at it directly lit up.

Then, I saw Yu Heng's body retreat in the void for a few zhang before he could stabilize his body, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth at this time.

Everyone's hearts tightened at this point.

Yu Heng is known as the strongest star in the world, if even he is not the opponent of this evil god, then today's Chang'an City is not in danger.

With the despair in everyone's hearts, the black qi that shrouded the hundred ghosts gradually dissipated.

And at this time, all of them finally saw the state of the hundred ghosts clearly.

What is amazing is that a bowl-sized blood hole was opened in his chest at some point, and the golden blood also kept flowing at this time.

In this confrontation, it turned out that Yuheng had the upper hand.

There was a burst of cheers in Chang'an City.

The haze just now was all forgotten at this moment, and hope was once again ignited in everyone's hearts.

They knew that this jade balance would once again save them from the fire, just as every disaster in two hundred years had done.

He is Yuheng, the patron saint of Great Wei, and the man they worship as a god.

With this belief, the crowd was so strong that even some civilians who were tied up began to resist.

Sometimes people are like this, only when they see hope can they have the courage to resist.

But sometimes, when hope has just been raised, it is dashed in an instant, and it is precisely the most desperate thing that makes people despair.

Like right now.

Unexpectedly, the corners of the hundred ghosts' mouths suddenly hooked up a smile.

"Are you hurt?" he asked.

This is obviously a nonsense, and Yu Heng is naturally injured.

So Yu Heng's brows furrowed, he faintly felt that something was wrong, but he still said, "You are more seriously injured than me." ”

"Hahaha!" Hearing this, the hundred ghosts let out a burst of arrogant laughter, because this laughter affected the relationship between the internal organs, so they immediately coughed up a pool of golden blood.

But he didn't have the slightest surprise, just looked at Yu Heng again, and a mocking smile appeared on his blood-stained lips.

"How much do you know about God?" he asked, squinting his eyes.

Yu Heng was stunned for a moment, shook his head and replied truthfully. "Very little is known. ”

"Then I'll show you the power of God today!" he said, and he clawed his huge palm and placed it in the source of his bowl-sized wound.

"Blood Spirits are One!" As soon as he finished speaking, the terrible ghosts who were raving around let out a terrible roar, and then a trace of blood was withdrawn from their bodies, and gathered at his wound, and finally, under the horrified gaze of everyone, the wound had healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And what's even more impressive is that those blood-colored silk threads just want to link the hundred ghosts with those powerful ghosts, and every time those powerful ghosts devour a living being, they will lose a blood light towards the hundred ghosts, and the momentum on the hundred ghosts is becoming more and more majestic.

"Mortals can't kill a true god!" he said as he looked at Yu Heng.

This strange scene made everyone in Chang'an City suddenly feel like a cold purgatory.

If this monster could repair its injuries infinitely, then even Lord Yuheng would be dragged to death by him.

The glimmer of hope that had just risen in everyone's hearts dissipated at this moment, and the haze of despair finally shrouded the sky over Chang'an City at this time.

"See, mortal, my demons will continue to kill your people, and my power will grow stronger. But you can be eaten away by me like your people. A mockery finally appeared in the eyes of the hundred ghosts again.

Yu Heng's brow furrowed even deeper.

He looked at the monks below him who were still struggling to resist, and the people who had been slaughtered in a frenzy.

His heart sank because of it.

After a few breaths of silence, he turned his head to look at Su Changan and smiled kindly at him.

Su Changan's heart tightened inexplicably at that moment.

That smile seemed to comfort him and reassure him.

But Su Changan understood the deeper meaning of this laugh.

It's a farewell.

Because, he had seen such a smile before, and on that snowy night, Mo Tingyu had smiled like this.

In Lanling Town, Chu Xifeng once laughed like this.

And now it's Yuheng's turn.

"Uncle Shi!" he shouted, tears suddenly sliding down from the corners of his eyes.

And Yu Heng finally turned around, he looked up at the sky, at the eternal starry sky, the light in his eyes was deep, like the stars in the night sky.

The shouts of the people rang in his ears again.

Yuheng!

Tianlan!

The people!

He protects this heaven and earth, and also protects the creatures in this heaven and earth.

But heaven and earth have never reciprocated to him, and the common people only know how to ask for it.

His life has gone through such a dedication.

At this moment, his journey has come to an end.

He didn't know if such a life was wonderful, and he didn't know if it was worth it.

But at least, he was worthy of his master's dying instructions.

That's enough for him.

So a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the star that was almost extinguished, and said softly.

"I'm coming. ”

Then, the dim star shone brightly.

The light lit up so brightly that it was almost daylight.

He was like the sun at dusk, burning the last of his strength with all his might.

The starlight suddenly shot down, the old man's rickety spine gradually straightened, and the wrinkles on his face receded like a tide.

A sword roared like a rainbow, accompanied by the sound of dragons and phoenixes.

His garments swelled, and he stood with his sword in hand.

That moment.

The river stops, the clouds stop and the wind stops, everything bows down, and the heavens and the earth are silent.

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