Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 477: Flowers can bloom all over the desolate graves

"A dagger-level evil beast!"

"Everyone retreat to the fortress!!!"

"It's too late—"

A dark crack tore through the space, and a breath of zero degree roared out from it. Falling from the hole in the void was a strange evil beast whose body was corroded by darkness.

The pitch-black sheep head on the left spit out biting frost, as cold as hell. The bull head on the right pounded on the rotten chest, pulled out ribs from it and slammed the ground. Even though it was hundreds of meters away, it still shook the fortress violently, as if it would collapse at any time.

The Zhaodao-level evil beast is the highest level of evil beast in the evil beast grade promulgated by the Minamoto family, which means that its body can be used as the material of the Zhaodao, and this also means that the enemy is extremely difficult to deal with and requires a Zhaodao user to go and kill it.

But now the number of Imperial Sword Users remaining in Izumo is pitifully small, not to mention the few Imperial Sword Users who were lost in the initial impact after the sky was shattered three years ago.

True, frost, sky, mist.

In just three years, only four of the twelve Zhaodao users were left, and the remaining Zhaodaos were almost all broken, and the few remaining Zhaodaos had no heirs for the time being.

Yuan Yuesheng needed to focus all his attention on controlling the spatial authority of [Heaven] and had no time to provide personal support.

And for unknown reasons, Annie has not appeared until today.

Feng Chuanxiu was alone in guarding the Storm Barrier in the south, and there was no possibility for him to escape.

In this way, the only free person is Sakura. When a fatal flaw appears somewhere in the fortress, Frost's blade will appear and save the fortress before it collapses.

But this cannot be sustained. Everyone knows that the destruction of the fortress is only a matter of time. Now all Izumo is doing is just to prolong his life.

"Mei, cover me."

In the retreating crowd, An Ming flew through the barrier like an arrow and jumped down from the high wall, becoming the only color in the gray world.

The brightly colored fragments in the palm of his hand merged into his flesh and blood, and the highlight between An Ming's pupils instantly split into black and white - "The sixth is [Life], which can make a desolate grave full of flowers, and make life and death flow without a trace."

As the first blood-red red spider lily grew from the withered earth, the ground outside the fortress seemed to turn into a burning sea of ​​fire in an instant, and the blooming red spider lilies turned life and death upside down in an instant.

"With the other shore as my witness, I will ferry you to the underworld!"

Flowers bloomed between the bamboo swords, the blade turned snow-white, and the handle sank into the sea of ​​blood. In this instant, life and death were reversed, and the deceased was resurrected from the red spider lily.

An Ming descended from the sky, and the snow-white sword pierced the bull's head for life, and the moment he pulled it out with his backhand, he infused death into it.

The huge bull's head was pulled up fiercely like a pendulum, accompanied by a strand of purple hair flying past, and the blade in Mei's hand cut off the raised bull's head in an instant.

An Ming and Mei exchanged glances briefly, then separated again, and rushed towards the roaring sheep head from the left and right.

In the realm of life, the deceased will be revived briefly. This period of time is enough for them to kill the big guy in front of them and then slowly clean up the mess.

"Beichen...Ichidao Liu!"

Mei let out a low roar, and the sharp light of the sword kept flashing on the huge body of the evil beast. Every blow penetrated deep into the bone marrow, cutting out hollow bones.

The sheep head raised its head and roared at the sky, then suddenly pulled the bull head out of its body and lashed it towards Meiyi with its long spinal cord like a whip.

The power of this whip was so terrifying that Mei's blade broke the moment it made contact. She dodged sideways almost entirely on instinct, but was still blown away by the terrifying power.

"The seventh is [Fierce], which can make the blazing fire burn the world, and the blazing sky will burn the prairie fire!"

An Ming roared and swung the bamboo sword like a god. At first it was just a tiny flame, but in the next moment it turned into a hundred-meter-long flame wave. Liao Yuan slashed into the sheep's neck with his sword, and a circle of flames like a prairie fire burst out.

The headless beast fell to the ground with a bang, and the dark liquid on its body gradually rose and dissipated into the air.

The pitch-black blood drenched An Ming all over. Without having time to wipe the blood off his face, An Ming turned around and prepared to rush towards Mei.

Fortunately, she saw Mei had stood up by herself and smiled at him weakly, "So this is how you take a bath." Now she understood the meaning of An Ming's previous words.

Presumably, An Ming has killed many Zhaodao-level evil beasts alone over the years. The dark blood was like merit that nurtured a true warrior, allowing him to be reborn in blood.

Mei pursed her lips, her smile a little forced.

It turns out...all she saw was An Ming's back. Even just once, just for a moment, if she could stand beside him, would it change something?

If she didn't pull out the knife, she would never be able to stand by An Ming's side, so how could she keep him?

In fact, Mei has always known that An Ming's fate is different from hers. He was born to be the chosen one to end this disaster.

As a mortal, she could only try her best to barely touch that figure.

"Would you like to go take a hot spring bath?" Mei held out her hand to An Ming, "It's my treat."

"it is good."

An Ming's answer was still as concise as before. There was no need to beat around the bush when talking to Mei.

He retracted the bamboo sword, and the jade-like white light gradually faded. The sea of ​​red spider lilies behind him dissipated like the wind, and the slender and curled petals carried the memories of the deceased and flew into the distant sky.

Fate will liberate the souls of the deceased so that they can cross to the other side.

"Do you think there is a heaven?" Mei looked at the dispersing petals. Even though she had seen too many sacrifices, she still felt sad.

"There must be."

"must."

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spa.

There are many well-known natural hot springs near the east fortress, but since the end of the world, not many people are in the mood to soak in the hot springs.

When the two came to the outside of the hot spring, they only saw an old man waving a fan.

"Grandma, are you alone?" Mei asked with some doubt. After a few seconds, she saw the old woman open her eyes and spoke slowly:

"I am old and can't run," the grandmother said as she pushed open the door to the hot spring. "My old man is buried on the hill behind me. Where can I go if I walk?"

“This is my home.”

"Just go into the hot spring. I'll take care of it."

After saying this, the mother-in-law lay back on the chair, fanning herself, closing her eyes and resting.

"Thank you, grandma," Mei was particularly polite when facing her elders. After thanking her, she took Anming's hand and walked into the hot spring.

Just as my mother-in-law said, the hot spring is indeed kept very clean. Or rather, it is the cleanliness obsession of the older generation that makes this place look like it was before the end of the world.

"Speaking of which, won't you suffer backlash when you use the power of those imperial swords?" Mei's tone was a little worried. Compared to the source of that power, she was more worried about whether An Ming would suffer a strong backlash as a result.