On the ruins of the Tower of Babel, the remnant Chinese army was engaged in a fierce encirclement and suppression battle with the enemy. In this desolate and broken land, the war is burning and the smoke is filled. Snar Garro, the wise man who had been forgotten by everyone, reappeared in this chaotic land.
His eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could penetrate all illusions. His face was engraved with traces of time, and every wrinkle seemed to tell a story from the past. He was wearing a shabby cloak and held an ancient key in his hand, which was the only key to the door of wisdom.
Snar Garro stood quietly in a corner of the battlefield, as if waiting for something. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and dust flew up, covering his figure. When the wind died down, the key in his hand shone brightly. The light was like a bright galaxy, lighting up the entire battlefield.
Snar Gallo raised the key in his hand and stretched it towards the lock tower in the sky. In an instant, the lock tower made a resonant sound, as if responding to his call. The sound is like the sound of nature, giving people a moment of peace.
The remnants of the Chinese army were shocked by this strange scene. They stopped fighting and looked in the direction of Snar Garro. Their eyes were full of surprise, awe and hope. They know that this mysterious wise man may be their last hope.
Snar Garro smiled slightly, and there was an indescribable wisdom and compassion in that smile. He spoke slowly: "Warriors of China, you have reached the crossroads of destiny. Now, you must make a choice. Whether to continue to struggle in this endless war, or to bravely pursue the light. future?"
His words are like spring rain that nourishes everyone's heart. They were silent for a moment, then began to discuss the way forward. They know this may be their last chance to unite.
Snar Garro stood aside quietly, watching them discuss, quarrel, and reconcile. He knew that these warriors would eventually find their own path. He smiled, filled with anticipation and hope.
Suddenly, a dazzling light shot out from the lock tower and shot straight into the sky. That light contains endless power and wisdom, which makes people marvel. Snar Garro knew that this was the locked wisdom responding to their call.
The remnants of the Chinese army raised their heads to look at the light, their eyes shining with determination. They knew they had found a way forward. They will unite closely to pursue that bright future.
In the afterglow of dusk, a team slowly embarked on the road to the Tower of Babel. Through wind and rain, they never flinched and moved forward firmly. The road was muddy, but in their hearts they only had the towering Tower of Babel and the common dream.
The rain hit their clothes, leaving speckled traces, but it could not wet their firm beliefs. The wind roared by, trying to blow them down, but they held the weapons in their hands tightly, supporting each other and resisting the wind and rain together.
Their faces were covered with dirt and exhaustion, but no one complained. Everyone's eyes flashed with determination, as if to say: "For the Tower of Babel, we have no regrets."
As night falls, the stars are looming in the dark clouds. The procession continued in silence, with only the sounds of footsteps and breathing echoing in the air. Although the road ahead is full of thorns, they firmly believe that as long as they have dreams in their hearts, nothing can stop them from moving forward.
Through wind and rain, they kept moving forward in the direction of the Tower of Babel. Every step is a firm belief in the future, and every breath is a persistent pursuit of dreams. They knew that as long as they persisted, they would reach the legendary Tower of Babel one day.
Under the thick dark clouds, a path snaked and stretched, disappearing into the mist in the distance. This is the road to Babel and an adventure into the unknown. The wind and rain are blowing, and the wind is roaring, as if it wants to swallow up all the breath of life. The rain hit them, it was cold and biting, but it could not shake their determination to move forward.
The group of people, traveling through wind and rain, walked firmly on the muddy path towards the Tower of Babel. Although their steps were heavy, every step was full of strength. During this difficult journey, their eyes shone with determination, which was their desire for the unknown and their persistence for the future.
In the wind and rain, they supported each other and moved forward together. Although the journey is difficult, they know that only through their own efforts and persistence can they reach the mysterious Tower of Babel. Their hearts are full of hope, which is the light that illuminates the darkness and is the driving force that supports them to keep moving forward.
As time goes by, the outline of the Tower of Babel gradually appears in the wind and rain. It towers into the clouds and is majestic, as if it is the end of the world. They know that they have come a long way and are about to face new challenges and opportunities.
After traveling through wind and rain, they finally arrived at the foot of the Tower of Babel. They looked up at this majestic building, filled with awe and excitement. They know that the road ahead will be more difficult, but their eyes are still full of determination and determination. Because they firmly believe that only by moving forward bravely can they climb to the top of the Tower of Babel and realize their dreams.
In the shadow of the Tower of Babel, Muyu descended quietly. His figure is as elusive as smoke, walking on the ancient stone steps of the tower, as if intertwined with time. Every step he takes is accompanied by a slight rustling sound, like falling autumn leaves, giving people an inexplicable sense of sadness.
His face is hidden under a strange white mask with hundreds of faces and bodies. It is as smooth as jade, reflects the moonlight, and exudes a mysterious luster. Each face seems to be an independent existence, each with unique expressions and emotions, but they are integrated with each other and coexist harmoniously. Sometimes those faces look sad and deep, sometimes they look cheerful and light, as if they are telling different stories.
His robes fluttered gently in the night wind, like a black ghost. The robe was embroidered with complicated totems, and those totems seemed to be alive, flickering slightly in the darkness, like stars falling into the world.
When Mu Yu stopped under the tower, he looked up at the top of the tower, with a deep light shining in his eyes. That light contains endless wisdom and compassion, as if it can understand all the truths in the world. His fingers gently slid over the scabbard, which was inlaid with ancient runes. Each rune seemed to be beating, releasing a faint golden light.
The whole scene is full of mystery and solemnity, and Mu Yu's presence seems to be the center of the world. He is like a ghost from ancient times, both terrifying and awe-inspiring. His appearance seemed to herald an upcoming storm that would sweep the entire world and bring endless changes.
In the hazy morning mist, Mu Yu slowly entered the ancient and solemn Tower of Babel. Every step he took landed on the thick stone slabs, echoing in the quiet space, as if ripples of time were spreading around him. Inside the Tower of Babel, light is projected from the high windows and sprinkles on the intricate columns, forming mottled light and shadow.
Mu Yu's gaze passed through the blurred light and landed on a statue with hundreds of faces and bodies in the center. Each face is detailed and has different emotions, some are sad, some are ecstatic, some are calm, and some are furious. They seemed to be whispering or silent, each telling a different story.
While Mu Yu was gazing at the statue with all his concentration, a gust of cold wind came from all directions, blowing the corners of his clothes and hair. A white mask quietly appeared in front of him. It swayed gently in the wind, as if it was alive. The texture of the mask was as smooth as jade, and there was no expression on it, except for two dark eyes staring at Mu Yu.
Mu Yu's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and he tried to stabilize his emotions. He remembered ancient legends that the White Mask was a mysterious object associated with the builder of the Tower of Babel. He tried his best to stay calm, but the strange aura emanating from the mask still made him shudder.
He took a deep breath and tried to free himself from the inexplicable fear. He knew that only by facing and solving this mystery could he truly understand the secret of the Tower of Babel. So, he mustered up the courage and reached out to the white mask...
On the battlefield, a figure wearing a white robe stands at the forefront, that is Jiang Hexuan, the Xuanyuan Sword known as the "White God of Death". His appearance was like a white lightning cutting through the darkness, bringing endless hope and strength to people.
His face was handsome and cold, and his eyes were as deep as the sea, as if he could see through everything. A head of silver-white hair fluttered on the battlefield, like a touch of frost and snow that would never fade away. There is a mysterious power exuding from his body, which is his unique magic power, which is both cold and powerful, and awe-inspiring.
Zeus, the king of the gods, was confronting Jiang Hexuan at this time. He was holding the Thunder Staff, and his whole body was enveloped in the fury of thunder and lightning, as if it was an irresistible force. However, facing Jiang Hexuan's cold gaze, Zeus also felt unprecedented pressure.
At this life-and-death moment, the entire battlefield fell silent. Only the sound of wind, thunder and heartbeat intertwined to form a heroic symphony. Jiang Hexuan held the Xuanyuan Sword tightly, pointing the sword's tip directly at Zeus. The magic power in his body began to surge, and a powerful aura filled the air.
Suddenly, a dazzling white light shot out from Xuanyuan Sword and shot straight into the sky. At the same time, Zeus waved the thunder staff in his hand, and a powerful thunder and lightning fell from the sky. The two forces collided fiercely in the air, triggering a fierce battle that shook the world.
In this battle, Jiang Hexuan showed his excellent fighting skills and powerful magic power. His sword skills are as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water, and every swing of his sword can trigger a gust of wind. And his magic power is like a cold current, constantly eroding Zeus's thunder and lightning power.
Although Zeus was powerful, he began to seem a little powerless under Jiang Hexuan's fierce attack. His thunder staff sometimes flashed with dazzling light, and sometimes became dim. There was also a look of exhaustion on his face, and it was obvious that he could not withstand Jiang Hexuan's tidal wave of attacks.
After a fierce battle, Jiang Hexuan finally defeated Zeus with a fatal sword blow. Zeus's body disappeared in the white light, leaving only a sigh echoing in the air. And Jiang Hexuan stood on the battlefield, Xuanyuan Sword trembling slightly, as if celebrating the victory.
The heroic appearance of the White God of Death Jiang Hexuan has become a legend in everyone's hearts. His presence brought peace and tranquility to the land, and also made people deeply feel the power and mystery of magic. Since then, his name has been recorded in history and he has become a legendary hero.
On the battlefield, a figure wearing a white robe stands at the forefront, that is Jiang Hexuan, the Xuanyuan Sword known as the "White God of Death". His appearance was like a white lightning cutting through the darkness, bringing endless hope and strength to people.
His face was handsome and cold, and his eyes were as deep as the sea, as if he could see through everything. A head of silver-white hair fluttered on the battlefield, like a touch of frost and snow that would never fade away. There is a mysterious power exuding from his body, which is his unique magic power, which is both cold and powerful, and awe-inspiring.
Zeus, the king of the gods, was confronting Jiang Hexuan at this time. He was holding the Thunder Staff, and his whole body was enveloped in the fury of thunder and lightning, as if it was an irresistible force. However, facing Jiang Hexuan's cold gaze, Zeus also felt unprecedented pressure.
At this life-and-death moment, the entire battlefield fell silent. Only the sound of wind, thunder and heartbeat intertwined to form a heroic symphony. Jiang Hexuan held the Xuanyuan Sword tightly, pointing the sword's tip directly at Zeus. The magic power in his body began to surge, and a powerful aura filled the air.
Suddenly, a dazzling white light shot out from Xuanyuan Sword and shot straight into the sky. At the same time, Zeus waved the thunder staff in his hand, and a powerful thunder and lightning fell from the sky. The two forces collided fiercely in the air, triggering a fierce battle that shook the world.
In this battle, Jiang Hexuan showed his excellent fighting skills and powerful magic power. His sword skills are as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water, and every swing of his sword can trigger a gust of wind. And his magic power is like a cold current, constantly eroding Zeus's thunder and lightning power.
Although Zeus was powerful, he began to seem a little powerless under Jiang Hexuan's fierce attack. His thunder staff sometimes flashed with dazzling light, and sometimes became dim. There was also a look of exhaustion on his face, and it was obvious that he could not withstand Jiang Hexuan's tidal wave of attacks.
After a fierce battle, Jiang Hexuan finally defeated Zeus with a fatal sword blow. Zeus's body disappeared in the white light, leaving only a sigh echoing in the air. And Jiang Hexuan stood on the battlefield, Xuanyuan Sword trembling slightly, as if celebrating the victory.
A white figure stands in front. He is Xuanyuan Sword Jiang Hexuan, and he is also a powerful warrior known as the White God of Death. Wearing snow-white armor, he looked like a clear spring flowing in the hot desert, exuding a cool and mysterious aura. His eyes were firm and profound, as if he could see into the essence of everything, which was intimidating.
Zeus, as the Lord of the Western Gods, possesses unparalleled power. However, in front of Jiang Hexuan, he seemed to have encountered an unprecedented opponent. Zeus swung the thunder hammer, and every swing was accompanied by earth-shattering thunder, as if he was going to destroy the entire world under his power. However, facing Jiang Hexuan's seemingly frail figure, his attacks seemed to become powerless.
Jiang Hexuan holds the Xuanyuan Sword in her hand, which is a legendary magic weapon that exudes dazzling golden light. He waved lightly, and a powerful energy spurted out from the tip of the sword, colliding with Zeus's thunder hammer, making a deafening roar. During this fierce battle, the clouds in the sky continued to surge, as if a battle between gods and demons was being staged.
Jiang Hexuan's figure shuttled on the battlefield, his sword skills were like flowing clouds and flowing water, sometimes as violent as thunder, sometimes as gentle as catkins. Each attack hit Zeus's weak point accurately, leaving him unable to parry. Although Zeus was powerful, he seemed helpless in front of Jiang Hexuan's exquisite swordsmanship.
Jiang Hexuan was wearing white armor, as cold as a god of death. His face was covered by an exquisite helmet, revealing only a pair of deep eyes, which seemed to be able to see through all illusions in the world. There was no fear in his eyes, only determination and coldness. His sword, a huge Xuanyuan sword, shone brightly in the sun, as if it was his soul, integrated with him.
On the battlefield, Zeus, the Lord of Thunder, was confronting Jiang Hexuan. Zeus holds a huge thunder hammer and exudes a violent aura. His eyes were full of desire for battle and confidence in victory. But when he faced Jiang Hexuan, he felt unprecedented pressure.
For a time, the battlefield was filled with a tense atmosphere. The air seemed to freeze, and only the roar of thunder and sword energy echoed in my ears. Jiang Hexuan held Xuanyuan Sword tightly and looked at Zeus coldly. There was no trace of fear in his eyes, only endless indifference and determination.
Suddenly, Jiang Hexuan moved. He rushed towards Zeus like a bolt of lightning, his sword energy piercing the air. Zeus swung his thunder hammer to attack, and the huge energy collided in the air, making a deafening sound. The entire battlefield trembled.
This is Jiang Hexuan, the White God of Death. His fighting spirit and unyielding will make him a true hero in this battle. His battle with Zeus was not only a showdown of strength, but also a battle of wills. Although the power of Zeus is unparalleled, Jiang Hexuan fought against it with perseverance and fearless courage.
Every time the sword collided with the thunder hammer, it was like the roar of heaven and earth. Sword energy overflowed, thunder flashed, and two powerful forces collided and intertwined fiercely on this battlefield. Every attack was full of determination and determination, as if it was going to completely destroy the opponent.
However, despite the overwhelming power of Zeus, Jiang Hexuan always stood firm. There was no trace of fear or flinch in his eyes, only determination and coldness. He wields the Xuanyuan Sword, and every attack is full of power and skill. His sword skills are as smooth and natural as flowing clouds and flowing water, as if he has become one with the sword and has become a true sword god.
In this battle, Jiang Hexuan showed amazing strength and tenacity. He is not only a powerful warrior, but also a true hero. His bravery and determination infected everyone present, making them full of respect and admiration for him.
