Ye Ning embarked on the road to the research institute, his steps steady and confident. Along the way, the number of demons began to gradually increase, and demons of various shapes appeared in his sight. They either had ferocious claws or were huge and exuded an overwhelming aura, but in front of Ye Ning's flames, they were all reduced to ashes.
The flames in Ye Ning's hands swung like electricity, and every slash carried destructive power, defeating the demon's resistance. His flames were like dancing, elegant and sharp. Every time they passed through the air, they were accompanied by a blazing light that cut through the dark sky.
The demons roared and tried to work together to resist Ye Ning's advance, but their efforts were in vain. The golden flame is the end of their lives, a barrier they can never cross. The demon's corpse turned into ashes and piled up at Ye Ning's feet, forming roadblocks that were not obstacles.
Ye Ning's target has always been locked in Tiancheng's research institute. According to Yan Hanjun's suicide note, he knew that it was the source of darkness and the birthplace of all demons. He did not hesitate and continued to move forward, the flames burning around him. If Ye Ning did not deliberately extinguish his flames, the entire Tiancheng would experience a fire.
More and more demons are trying to intercept him. These demons are getting stronger and stronger, with roaring fire, howling wind, surging water, carrying thunder and electricity, flying sand and rocks, thorns and vines, black ice crystals, and endless power...all kinds of things. The demon transformed from the superpower rushed towards Ye Ning.
But without exception, they all collapsed under the power of Ye Ning's golden flames. The devil's screams echoed in the city, as if ringing the death knell for Ye Ning's progress. Every time Ye Ning's thoughts passed by, it was like a golden flame of judgment, sending the devil into a sentence of destruction.
No matter who the person is, no matter how powerful they were during their lifetime. At this moment, he couldn't hold on to any move in front of Ye Ning.
The wind blew from afar, blowing over the ruins and wreckage. Ye Ning's black trench coat flew with the wind, like a lonely traveler. He stood in the center of the city, with many golden flames surrounding him, like a fiery shield, separating him from the miserable scenes around him.
These golden flames were constantly spinning around him, protecting Ye Ning from sudden attacks. These flames were very small, and Ye Ning was afraid that they would accidentally set the city on fire. But these flames emitted a warm light, shining deep and calm in Ye Ning's eyes. There was no trace of fear in them, only confidence and arrogance.
The hem of the windbreaker fluttered in the wind, intertwined with the dance of the flames. In this dead city, Ye Ning was like a flowing light, illuminating the darkness, and his presence seemed to give people hope. Surrounded by golden flames, Ye Ning's back looked particularly tall. He was a symbol of hope and a bright light in the darkness.
As Yan Hanjun wrote in his suicide note: "I know my excellence, I know I am different. Maybe I was born to solve this matter. Maybe times create heroes, and I was born for this."
Yan Hanjun didn't want to do that because he felt that the world had failed him. Ye Ning wanted to do this, because in his opinion, the world was still wonderful.
Dirty and pure, unpleasant and beautiful are like a contrasting picture, intertwined with each other, serving as the background and foreground of each other's existence. Just like the contrast between black and white, light and shadow, without dirt, the value of purity cannot be highlighted. Dirty is a relative existence, and it is the background against which purity can be identified and cherished. It shows pure light through tempering, making the pure quality highlighted, just like the stars in the starry sky need a dark background to shine. .
The existence of bad things is precisely the reason why beauty can appear precious. Only when people experience adversities and difficulties can they truly appreciate the preciousness of beautiful moments. Difficulties and setbacks create a strong will, and unpleasant experiences create true beauty. Beauty is not static, but accumulated through hard work day after day. It is precisely because of those bad moments that we can better appreciate the hard-won beauty and know how to cherish and pursue it.
Everyone is a realizer of beauty, striving to pursue their inner desires and create beauty for themselves and others. Just like the dance of a person's life, dirty and unpleasant things are part of it, but they cannot stop the progress of moving forward. Only by bravely walking through the dirty and unpleasant can we reach the other side of purity and beauty, and show our inner strength and pursuit. Ye Ning is willing to be the leader of this great journey and compose a beautiful world with her own efforts and actions.
As long as one person takes a step forward, he will inspire more like-minded people to take that step. As long as a person walks out on a path, he will attract people who know nothing about it.
The peace written by Yan Hanjun was to deceive Ye Ning and let Ye Ning live a good life with him in the rear. But Ye Ning was really moved. Regardless of whether Yan Hanjun had this idea or not, Ye Ning just assumed that Yan Hanjun did. He wanted to pick up Li Ming's unfinished things and carry him forward. This was Ye Ning's deepest wish.
Although this process is difficult, shouldn’t it be the process that is really interesting? Just like everyone knows that the snowman will turn into water, but they still enjoy making a snowman, in Ye Ning's view, the process is more important than the result!
Unfortunately, Ye Ning, who was in Top Gun but had no map, no mobile phone, and had never been to Tiancheng, relied on the feeling that he had only taken a taxi twice to find the research institute. Naturally he took the wrong turn.
Ye Ning arrived outside Tiancheng's Tiantian Palace by accident. All you can see is that the ground paved with fine white jade shines with a warm light, the phoenix spreads its wings on the cornices carved from sandalwood, the floating windows carved from blue tiles, and the jade-stacked wall panels create a solemn temperament. The foyer, the grand door, the circular arched windows and the stone masonry at the corners all show elegance and elegance.
There was deathly silence in the square in front of Tuntian Hall. Bodies were scattered on the ground, stained with blood. What was once a battle scene turned into a tragic scene. The bodies of the soldiers lay on the ground, silently telling the story of the brutal killing. The scene in the square was appalling, like the reality of a nightmare.
A group of demons raged in the square, they were ferocious and ruthless. One of the female demons soared in the sky, her eyes cold, overlooking the battle on the ground, as if watching a bloody show. The other demons used their own vicious methods. Some waved their claws vigorously, and some raised their weapons and shot at people, turning the square into a battlefield of killing.
The roar of the devil echoed in the air, like the whisper of the devil's city. Their ferocious faces and murderous eyes make people feel an irresistible fear. The corpses in the square became proof of this nightmare. Blood and death filled the air, forming a chilling picture.
Looking at the horrific scene in front of her, Ye Ning felt a surge of anger and determination. His eyes were fixed on the female demon, and he recognized it. This was Wang Lei who defeated him that day, the culprit mentioned by Yan Hanjun. Ye Ning couldn't help but ignited the flame of fighting in his heart.
In the chaos of the square, a soldier named Fang Zhenzhong stood out. He seemed to be wearing a silver armor, holding several flying swords, each flying sword flashing with cold light, like a meteor streaking across the night sky. His eyes were firm and there was no trace of fear on his face, and his belief in protection drove him to keep moving forward.
Fang Zhenzhong controlled the flying sword, flexibly and sharply slashing the approaching demons. His movements are smooth and precise, and every swing of his sword carries destructive power. The flying sword drew a graceful arc in the air, like streaks of silver lightning, cutting the demon's figure into pieces.
The flying sword keeps changing its appearance, sometimes it becomes a broadsword, with a sharp edge; sometimes it turns into a sharp ax, with an embroidered ax to kill; sometimes it turns into a spear, shining brightly; sometimes it turns into a giant hammer, which breaks jade hammer beads; Transformed into a long halberd, Guan Yi prepared the halberd; then transformed into a long sword; cutting iron like clay.
Fang Zhenzhong kept charging and fighting the devil. The sword light pierced the air, sparks flew everywhere, and his fighting power seemed to be tireless. The demon's attack seemed unable to stop his courage. He dodged the demon's attack and then quickly counterattacked, exposing the demon's weakness to swords, guns, swords and halberds.
Sweat broke out on Fang Zhenzhong's forehead, but his eyes became more determined and fierce, and his face became even more angry. He knew that this battle was not just a fight of my life, but also an opportunity for him to avenge his brother whom he had not seen for a long time, and he would not back down. He continuously released the power of the flying sword to repel the demons one by one, creating a safe area.
Every time the demon fell, Fang Zhenzhong's confidence increased, and his sword became more powerful. He became an invincible force on the battlefield and his presence inspired other soldiers to fight.
Suddenly, a sharp gunshot pierced the battlefield and accurately hit Fang Zhenzhong's "war armor." The bullet penetrated his defenses and penetrated deeply into his body, causing severe pain.
Fang Zhenzhong's body trembled suddenly, he lost his balance, fell to his knees, covered his chest with his hands, and groaned in pain.
Fang Zhenzhong's breathing became rapid and difficult, and dense sweat dripped from his forehead. The pain made it almost impossible for him to think, his eyes were tightly closed and his face was pale. He was once a brave man on the battlefield, but now he fell into unspeakable pain.
The sounds of fighting around him seemed to fade away, Fang Zhenzhong's vision gradually blurred, and he felt his strength slipping away little by little. Fang Zhenzhong tried hard to stand up, but his body seemed to be out of control and he could only kneel on the ground.
