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Final Volume, Children of the Stars

All the stars turned into dust for you. Only dust turned into stars because of you.
Xing mainly controls, Beidi Ling mainly attacks, one is a god and demon, and the other is a killing god. While talking and laughing, the evil god disappeared into ashes and evaporated in the starry sky.

The stars hovering in the sky were stunned at first, and then were shocked, bursting into a burst of joyful shouts that shone across the sky and the earth.

finally!
Under the control of the Star Lord, Beidi Ling was finally able to exert her absolute god-level strength and kill the evil god in one fell swoop!
That shocking sword was incomparable, flashing across the starry sky, covering the brilliance of countless stars for a time.

But unlike the cheering crowd, Beidi Ling, the one who killed the evil god, didn't look very happy. Instead, she cast her eyes towards the distant dome with a slightly lonely expression.

At the end of the dome, the remaining light of the stardust gradually dissipated.

"..."

Beidi Ling remained silent, and the shadow of the sword slowly slipped from the center of his eyebrows, turning into a shadow and dissipating.

At the same time, thousands of thoughts flashed through Wei Cheng's mind, and instead of Ling who could not speak, he asked Emperor Qin not far away: "Who was sacrificed?"

The Eye of Heaven can monitor everything in the heavens. The sword of Beidi Ling that killed the evil god relied on its own divine power, but the previous sword penetrated thousands of evil god projections. It was powerful but also had to pay a certain price.

And this price... may not just be paid by Beidi Ling.

"Jiaxuan layman, Xin Qiji."

"Xiangshan layman, Bai Letian."

"Marquis of Huaiyin, Han Xin."

"These three people have all passed away. Now the dark forest has been destroyed, and there are no tombs of martyrs left in the world. They can only be remembered in our hearts."

The death knell is long.

Wei Cheng put his arm around Ling's shoulders and slowly clenched his fists under the sound of the death knell at dusk.

Will the price of that slash be that the light of several stars in the starry sky will be permanently dimmed?
And judging from Emperor Qin's calm reaction, this matter has been repeated many times, and he himself has long been used to it.

"If you are curious about why I know the names of future generations, you don't need to ask any more. The sword holder has guarded China for thousands of years and informed me of the most primitive history."

The king in dragon robe slowly closed his eyes, and scenes seemed to be reflected in the depths of his eyes.

Time went back to the moment when Beidi Lingdao slashed thousands of evil god projections.

The overwhelming sword light shone across the heavens and briefly obscured the vision of the ancients in Wangchuan.

At that moment, no one said anything, they just smiled tacitly.

"Ah, they are just like lambs for slaughter. Who will become the unlucky ghost contaminated by evil energy in this war of all realms?" Some ancients even sneered like this. In addition to resentment against the injustice of the world, there is more. Feeling helpless and sad about this bloody reality.

After struggling all his life, his achievements are recognized by future generations and become stars twinkling in the sky. It is such an honor and honor to be able to fight side by side with the legendary kings of all ages, but it also brings unspeakable sadness.

The Star Lord incarnated into the starry sky and breathed a sigh of relief to all the heavens and worlds, but made people unable to rest in peace, and the deceased great men had to fight against the evil gods in the sky.

Every time the evil god attacks the seal, starlight will inevitably be extinguished. In the past, without the gods taking action, more starlight would often be extinguished, often forming a large nebula.

"That's all, without this sword light, I don't know how many brothers would have died this time. Now we only need to randomly select a few people to go out and die. This is the way to defeat the enemy at the lowest cost." Someone also smiled bitterly.

So, who wants to step forward?
Faced with this problem, the ancients fell into silence.

Death is like a lamp going out!
They are already dead, and it would not be terrible to die again. But when a star disappears in the night sky, it means that it may disappear forever from the memory of future generations.

Literary men love fame rather than profit, and what they seek is a posthumous name; warriors strive for fame and fortune, and although they seek a name during their lifetime, they do not want to be discredited after death; what's more, most of the ancients who are qualified to become stars were both civil and military. generation.

They are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of being forgotten. This is a cold blade that is much more uncomfortable than death. When the dark forest has been destroyed and the martyr's tomb no longer exists, once you die for this knife, no one will remember it in the future. Keep your name.

The swords were spinning, and the three specific people were about to be selected.

At this time, there was a cough, and a man in green clothes walked out on his own initiative.

"My drunken company danced in the middle of the night. A man's determination to die is as strong as iron. Let's try my hand at mending the cracks in the sky." "The battle in the southeast has not ended yet. Who is the hero of the world who can rival him? Cao Liu. Give birth to a son like Sun Zhongmou."

"If anyone sacrifices to me someday, I expect that I will be in the Central Plains."

Reciting the lyrics written by himself and his old friend during his lifetime, he pretended to be a young general on the battlefield, but in the end it became the joy and sorrow of the poet's death.

Xin Qiji, a layman from Jiaxuan in the Southern Song Dynasty, took the initiative to stand up. His green clothes reflected in the bloody sword light looked like the afterglow of the setting sun.

"When you die, you know that everything is in vain, but you will never see the same sadness as all the other states." This sentence was written by his friend Lu You before he died.

Now, thousands of years have passed, dynasties have changed several times, and the Southern Song Dynasty no longer exists, but this still cannot erase Xin Qiji's influence on later generations.

But the biggest regret in his life was that he failed to succeed in the Northern Expedition, and Beidi Ling was now heading north to kill the evil god, which touched his mind about the Northern Expedition.

Even if the world forgets it, so what!
If I could make up for the regret I felt when I died but still couldn't destroy the gold, then it would be a worthwhile trip.

"Since we have come to Wangchuan, we are all of the same generation. Master Jiaxuan, let's go on the road together." A scholar in white clothes said, and a blue star appeared behind him.

"Senior Bai, you are a contemporary literary star. Do you really want to go on the road with me?" layman Jiaxuan said with a bitter smile.

This is a big shot!
Lotte layman Bai Juyi was born in the mid-Tang Dynasty. His attainments in poetry were astonishing. As a descendant, Xin Qiji also admired this old-timer more than once.

Now, Senior Bai is also rushing to go there. Why is this?
"There is no need for a reason to devote oneself to the overall situation. What's more, even if I lose my name and surname, my poems will still be there, so why should I fear that future generations will forget me?"

"It's me who is narrow-minded, Senior Bai."

As soon as these words came out, the ancient crowd became a little commotion.

The name has been lost, but the poems are still there. Such an open-minded state of mind made many people see through it at this moment.

Yes, even if you forget the name, the past works will not disappear. As long as future generations are still reading those ancient poems, they will naturally think of the author's name.

From this point of view, this sword light is simply prepared for literati who are not afraid of death. Even if they devote themselves to it, their reputation for poetry will still be passed down to future generations.

But because of the previous hesitation, the light of the sword was about to dissipate, and people were about to be recruited at random.

"As a battlefield general, Youan, you must always have a real general with you. The enemy is an evil god. Are you, a fake scholar and a weak scholar, looking down on our soldiers?" At the last moment, a young man in armor appeared. The figure took the initiative to step into the light of the sword.

"Marquis Huaiyin!?"

"Don't call me that title! My most prosperous period was when I was a general. Call me General Han."

The Immortal of Soldiers...the unparalleled warriors of the country...will conquer every attack and win every battle. From a poor boy to a prince, from a favor with a meal to a thousand gold repayments, he can put aside his grudges even for the humiliation of his crotch.

A general in troubled times, Han Xin.

However, peace is determined by the general, and the general is not allowed to see peace. This is also Han Xin.

One life is famous for thousands of generations, one level can overcome hundreds of levels. Zhenghou was a pure-hearted man, but when he was a wealthy man, he ended up with Bai Lingzhen and Jiujiu. This is because the general, who could clearly see the overall situation of the world, could not read the expressions of his old friends and emperors before he died.

Thinking of old friends and feeling the kindness, Kuang is the king!
He led the Han Dynasty to create a prosperous age and became famous, but he also died in the hands of the emperor.

A well-deserved general died in such a depressing manner, so naturally he had regrets.

Even Emperor Qin, who had an overall view of the world, had to give praise when he saw this "enemy" who overthrew the Qin Dynasty.

"This son is a genius in leading troops. If we only talk about marching and fighting, he is comparable to Bai Qi, Lord Wu'an during the Warring States Period."

Three people, there must be my teacher Yan.

Quoting this wise saying from the Master, in the light of Beidi Ling's sword, the exchanges of ancient people turned into light and shadow, and time began to flow again.

Except for the three who took the initiative to stand up, the other ancients were kicked out of this mysterious and mysterious realm. Then, they killed the evil god with one sword and annihilated thousands of projections in an instant!
That flash of sword light erased the endless darkness. With one sword stroke, it patched the sky and cooperated with the Star Master's sealing power to disperse all the remaining evil energy of the evil god. With one sword, it cut off the evil god's body and slashed deep into the seal. !
Finally, Beidi Ling put down the Huo Chi Sword. After the sword light dissipated and everyone was celebrating to defeat the evil god, only a few people noticed that the light of three big stars was extinguished. (End of chapter)