Chapter 457 (1/2)

The battle is over.

In the face of absolute strength, even if the players fight with each other, they still can't stop Luo Zhujun's progress.

The sound of fighting, the sound of shouting, everything goes to peace.

At this time the battlefield was windy.

The wind swept over the battlefield, blew away the noise, and also took away the legendary era belonging to the nine Yao brothers.

Ten thousand years and ten thousand years, under the wheel of time, the dynasties changed.

No force can stand forever. This is the underworld under the cruel law of existence, and this land has already been dyed red with blood.

The old era belonging to Jiuyao has come to an end.

But Jiuyao's imprint is engraved in the legend of this region.

Even after a long time, it will still be remembered that this area once belonged to Jiuyao and those nine brothers.

This time, Jiuyao region has left the mark of LuoPeng region, and since then this region belongs to LuoPeng region.

In this bloody battlefield, no one cheered.

All the soldiers are thinking about a problem.

When will we end up like this, by the creators of the new era.

All the soldiers stand in place quietly.

They don't know the answer.

But looking at the comrades around them, they know that maybe they will fight like Jiuyao soldiers until the end of their lives.

This is the fate of every fighter. From the time when he put on the glory of the whole world, it seems that he is destined to have such an end.

There is no time for war.

”Farewell to all the dead soldiers!” The king's voice echoed over the battlefield.

At this moment, the battlefield sounded a war song.

All the Luo soldiers began to sing the ancient war songs.

In this way, all the soldiers who died in the war were sacrificed to the former king.

Hoarse voice, ancient melody, pathetic cry.

They used ancient songs of war to see off the fallen soldiers, regardless of their enemies or their friends.

All forces just want to continue to exist, and all soldiers just want to continue to live.

This is also true of killing and plundering.

The world is neither good nor bad, nor right or wrong, but to live simply, we need to eliminate all our opponents with the most cruel means.

We don't want to, but we have no choice.

Under the law of existence, we are all ants, so we will bet on their own glory.

The loser returns to six ways, and the winner continues to write a legend!

When the war song came to an end, all the Luo Xuan soldiers shouted to the sky:

”rest in peace! The warriors who died for glory! ”

……

The end of reincarnation.

A figure emerged slowly.

He looked around in bewilderment, feeling as if he had lost some memory.

He tried to recall, but his mind was blank.

But vaguely he felt that he had lost something important.

He wants to catch up with what, want to find, want to seize all the past, but how can not remember what it is.

Just then, a figure appeared in front of him.

”Starshine!”

Beili's voice echoed in Xingyao's mind, dispelling the fog in the reincarnation world and awakening his consciousness.

At this moment, he remembered who he was and what he was looking for.

I'm starshine, I'm looking for my lost brothers.

”Where am I? Who are you? ” Looking at the north to leave, star Yao looks confused and asks.

”This is the world of samsara, the place of death! My name is Beili! ”

”Am I dead?”

”Yes, you are dead!”

After knowing that he was dead, Xingyao's face didn't fluctuate a little, and accepted the fact calmly.

”Are you not afraid?” Looking at Xingyao, Beili asked in doubt.

Star Yao shakes his head slightly: