k of this unprecedented horror dragon, a white-haired figure in a dark blue robe is standing quietly in the wind, surrounded by several gorgeous magic arrays, shining mysteriously.in their horrified e...at the moment of seeing this medallion, an inexplicable sense of calling came to Lin Qinight's mind.

it was a wonderful feeling, as if everything was doomed, and countless pictures flashed through his mind like a movie when the coat of arms lying in the snow reflected his blackened and festering face.

Zhao Kongcheng, who cut off ghosts in a rainy night; Zhou Ping, who wielded his sword outside the fog; Shen Longguan, Lu Qiu who sent messages to death; and the great Xia gods who sacrificed themselves to become monuments by the border.

the brilliance emitted by them was also seen by Lin Qinight at this moment.

it's on top of that medallion.

it is always on its own, and its distance from itself is obviously so close, but it seems to be so far away.

Lin Qi Night, covered with scorched black body, stretched out his hands trembling, like holding Zhibao, and dug the brilliance out of the snow and held it in the palm of his hand.

what falls in the snow is not only a coat of arms, but also what Lin Qinight lacks in his heart. That piece belongs to the belief and mission of the night watchman alone.

that's what he lost in the past few years, and it's also the root cause of his confusion and self-doubt.

when he grabbed the medallion, all the bewilderment and doubt in his heart seemed to have an answer.

Lin Qiyue smiled.

he smiled happily, even though it made the corners of the carbonized black mouth crack a ferocious mouth, his eyes were still brighter than ever.

"domestic ancient poems and foreign poems have been exhausted." This time, I want to try something else. "

he stood up slowly, looked up at the towering monument of the town god in the snowstorm, clenched his right hand and raised it to his temple.

the smile on his face gradually converged and was replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.

he stood upright, his lips gently open, his voice mixed with some mysterious rhythm, echoing in the wind and snow:

"I, Lin Seven Nights, took an oath before the death of the people of Daxia.

-- if the dark night comes at last. "

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the sobbing snow echoes between the peaks.

countless recruits stared blankly at the battlefield of the Zhenguo monument in the distance, as motionless as sculpture.

they witnessed the figure in the crimson cloak, standing in front of the gods, defeated again and again, seriously injured, but stubbornly and firmly climbed up and stood under the monument again.

when he was killed by the god of the sky for the first time, the hearts of the recruits seemed to stop, and endless despair and grief poured into their hearts.

for the second time, he was driven into a deep pit by the god of life, and the hearts of the recruits turned to ashes.

when they saw Lin's body burning on fire and rising carbonized from the bottom of the pit, they finally could not restrain their emotions and roared with all their strength. They hammered the ground with their fists, and their eyes, whose canthus was about to crack, were already filled with tears.

"instructor Lin!"

"instructor Lin!!"

"instructor Lin! Kill these sons of bitches! "

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this is the first time they have witnessed such a fierce battle.

is also the first time for them to feel so clearly what a night watchman is.

to one side of the recruits, Shen Qingzhu stared stubbornly at the scorched black figure, trembling slightly under the crimson cloak, his fingers deep into the palm of his palm, his fingernails pierced, and wisps of blood dripping down the bones into the snow.

he tried to rush over and fight side by side with Lin Seven Nights countless times, but reason controlled him again and again and let him stay where he was.

he doesn't have the abnormal potential of Lin Qi Night, nor the scary monster in Cao Yuan. Shen Qingzhu is an ordinary man. Even if he rushes to the monument and uses ghosts and spirits to forcibly elevate the realm, there is no threat in front of the gods at all.

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Lin left them behind in the hope that if anything happened to them, they could protect these recruits.

these recruits. Is the future of Daxia.

Shen Qingzhu's chest fluctuated violently. Looking at the battlefield in the distance, he felt for the first time that he was so weak that he was not qualified to risk his life with his brother.

anger, remorse, unwillingness, these emotions poured into his mind madly.

he. There's nothing I can do.

when Shen Qingzhu fell into deep remorse, he saw that under the monument of the town, the blackened figure slowly raised his fist and placed it next to his temple.

A voice echoes between heaven and earth.

"I, Lin seven nights, took an oath in Daxia before his death."

-- if the dark night comes at last. "

the moment he heard the sound, all the recruits on the scene froze in place, but Shen Qingzhu seemed to think of something and reacted quickly.

he recalled the words Lin Qiye had talked to him not long ago, and guessed what Lin Qiye would do next.

Damn it. Damn it!

Shen Qingzhu flashed a glimmer of light in his mind. He suddenly turned his head and yelled at all the recruits on his side:

"what are you waiting for!" Instructor Lin's final lecture is not over yet!

everyone! Follow instructor Lin to take the oath!

Shen Qingzhu's roar awakened the recruits from their confusion. They quickly stood upright, their right hands clenched their fists next to their temples, their eyes fixed on the monument, the blackened but still upright figure:

"I, Fang Mo, took an oath before the death of the people in Daxia!"

"I, Lu Bao Pomelo, took an oath in Daxia before his death!"

"I, Li Zhenzhen, took an oath in Daxia before his death!"

"I, Su Zhe, am..."

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finally, all the voices converge into one sentence:

-- if the dark night comes!

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in the distance, the vows of hundreds of recruits echoed through the wind and snow.

Isis stood under the monument, looked at the direction of the voice, frowned slightly, and turned to look at the scorched black figure crawling out of the pit behind him.

with the spread of the sound, there seems to be some very strong force in him, which is constantly emerging.

that's the poet of the sky.

"it's really haunting."

Isis snorted coldly, dressed in a blue jacket, and walked toward Lin Qi Night.

Lin Qinight's expression was calm. He opened his mouth and his voice came out again:

"- I will stand in front of thousands of people!"

"--I will stand in front of thousands of people!" On the distant peak, hundreds of recruits roared uniformly.

"--horizontal Dao to Yuan!"

"--horizontal knife to the abyss!"

seeing Isis's figure getting closer and closer to him, Lin Qi Yue took a deep breath. As soon as the coat of arms clenched in the palm was turned, a silver needle popped up automatically.

the eyes of Lin Qi Night burst out with unprecedented light!

he pierced the short needle into his own flesh and blood like lightning, and with all his strength, he roared:

-- Blood stained the sky!

"--Blood stains the sky!"mber of Indian gods who came to help. Zhou Ping rushed to the forefront with one sword, trying to find a bloody way under the siege of the three main gods.in this counter-attack at any cost, the great...