Chapter 882 The Giant's Decision

Shanyun's momentum has never been so oppressive. The magic light flashed in his eyes, and no one dared to stand face to face with people.

"It seems that the proud will of the ink can't stand the corrosion of money and wine. Those of you who retreat in your heart and hold the idea of surrender, you have been counting three generations. Think about whether they will spare you after you go to hell? Those who want to question me and the night, touch your conscience, whether they have been eaten by dogs. More than a decade ago, you thought that you would be like today, you can look up and stand up and be a person, live a rich life, and be respected... In the eyes of others, you are just a group of poor people, who can only comfort your poor heart with the slogan of ideals. When did you really do it?

At this point, everyone was silent and lowered their heads. Some people are touching their chests, some people show shame on their faces, some people even slap their faces, and more people show an extremely firm look on their faces.

Shan Yun's voice and tone have been able to deter everyone's souls: "From now on, if anyone has the idea of surrendering, I can tell him responsibly that he is a dog. Once upon a time, he was a poor dog without dignity, but now he goes in order to survive. A dog that licks people's toes.

There were hundreds of people present, but now they are so quiet that they can even hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground. Under the pressure of Shan Yun's aura, everyone has no idea of surrendering at all.

Ge Qian seemed to be ten years old in an instant, but his voice was full of determination: "Before, when Jiang Ye asked you to give up your wealth and retreat, you two couldn't let go of three walnuts and two sesame seeds. Now when you can't retreat, you question him again. I really don't know what those people think.

Things will become like this. I have a great responsibility. In fact, the technology of the gate of different dimension space in the boat on the other side has matured a month ago, when I went to the dark hell at night. According to the idea of the night, as long as the door of different dimensions of space can be opened, we should immediately drive away to find the way to the ancient goin.

However, my eyes are dizzy and I can't see the situation clearly. I am greedy for the lonely city in my heart and don't want Momen to leave here. Now, we can't even leave.

I'm ashamed of this, but after hearing your words, I'm even more ashamed... You bastards should have backbone. When have we ever been wagging our tails and begging for mercy? When have we been afraid of death? Those who have sworn to live with the Lonely City, do you regret it now?

Shan Yun's eyes showed a resolute look. He interrupted Ge Qian's words and said, "I know that they are not afraid, and they are not afraid of death. They just can't bear to see their wives, children and even grandchildren die like this. What we decide is not only our life and death, but also the life and death of hundreds of millions of ink people.

Remember my words today and pass on the words to every Mozhe under you: I can make you rich, I can make you dignified, I can save you from humiliation, and I can make you live well. What I want you to do is to remember that you are ink, and don't defile this glorious name, because we are the greatest group of people in the turtle continent and even the three worlds of gods and demons.

After I died, according to the agreement, the giant son's order was passed on to my father Tian Chenfeng, and the virtuous man did not avoid relatives. If you have any opinions, you can say it, but let's talk about it after I die.

Next, it's time to test all of us. Wait a minute, I will break the cage of light and block the enemies of the three sides at the same time to buy you time. What you have to do is to take all the wealth of the lonely city, launch the door of different dimensions of space, and drive the boat on the other side to find the great route left by the ancient gobump.

Before you leave, don't blow up the supply transmission array. That is the witness of our ink people's achievements in the three worlds, and also the witness of our realization of our ideals. Although the fruit has been stolen, we will take it back one day.

This passage, which is contained in history books and passed on to later generations, has become a unique sound. Thousands of years later, when the ink read this passage, they will cry sadly and then respect it.

Shan Yun's words have absolute authority. After he handed over the Rose Giant Order to his father Tianchenfeng, he turned around and left, and no one could keep it. If such a man wants to leave, there is no one to stay.

Then, in the trusted and suspicious eyes of this group of ink, they saw that Shan Yun alone drove the four boats on the other side of the lonely city, rising against the firepower of the Ten Magic Palace, the Death Statue and the Twelve Star Palace.

They saw that the energy hood of the four united boats on the other side was a little unsupportable in the process of rising, and several places were already smoking. But the boat on the other side is still rising, rising step by step to a height of 3,000 meters, reaching the peak of the cage of light.

Just when everyone doubted or laughed, Shan Yun turned into thousands of shadows and instantly drifted to all corners of the four boats on the other side, occupying the core of the engine energy conversion everywhere. Each engine has several shadows. These shadows occupy the core of energy with the technique of shadow sustenance.

Then, it's the outbreak of gossip upside down!

Shan Yun never thought that he would interpret the art of gossip in this way, and never thought that he would interpret the will to destroy in the fire method in such a fierce and decisive way.

The sky hit the earth, the wind hit the angry thunder, the ice and fierce fire, and the mountains invaded each other... The energy of mountain clouds carrying different will attributes collides with each other and is spirally entangled.

"This may be the art of explosion! Fire, please give me **!"

This is the last word left by Shan Yun! Then, he used himself as a detonator, and then detonated a huge explosive bank. The explosives equivalent of the four boats on the other side broke out with the method of gossip and yin and yang upside down. What kind of scene should it be?

The last image retained in Shanyun's memory is that the cage of light was kicked like a bird cage, forming a huge shock wave rushing to the three spectators who "pee" in the sky. In order to avoid the impact of Lonely City, Shanyun controlled the direction of the shock wave with his last strength.

Maybe the boat on the other side will still be affected, maybe not. Maybe the Ten Magic Palaces, the Twelve Star Palaces, and the Death Statue will quickly react and destroy the alien space gate, maybe not... However, these are not what Shanyun can know.

These are all the memories shared by the mountain clouds to the night.

He Ye's eyes looked at the distance and muttered, "Have they transferred through different-dimensional space?"

Shan Yun seemed to feel a little cold. He wrapped his body in a purple cloak and said with a wry smile, "As you can see, I don't know what the final result will be. I'm afraid I have to ask the enemy to know. However, I promised you to take good care of your sister, and I think I have done it. I sent Axiu, Ghost, October, Anji, Rongrong and Ginu to the pure pan space, and then let Chunchun enter my Taiji map. They did not follow the boat on the other side. You can see them when you go back..."

He nodded at night, but he didn't say anything. He knew the reason why Shan Yun did this: if Zhuang Zuodie found the Taiji map in the ruins, then he would definitely not do anything about Chunchun, and if Chunchun was fine, the other girls would definitely be fine.

Xuan and the little pig came out of his sea of knowledge and asked around the mountain cloud, "How could this happen? Why is it like this..."

These can't be heard by the night. There is only one idea in his heart: "Has the boat on the other side passed through a different dimension space? Do you have it or not?"

This dark hell trip was a completely failed trip. I didn't expect the final result. The nine-turn chaotic fire altar was destroyed in the war of hell. There was a feeling of falling out of the night, and the frustration that he had never had in his life hovered in his heart, which was difficult to erase.

Returning to the turtle spirit world, the night did not stay too much on the water island, nor did he insist on asking the water island not to help when the lonely city was in trouble. He just kissed Angie and asked her to wait for him on the water island, and he would come back.

Zhang Ye went directly to the Lonely City. He was eager to know what God's trial of Momen was.

He couldn't see the judgment of God, but he saw the appearance of the lonely city.

It is already a field of sand, full of despair in the desperate desert. In the wind and sand, he can hardly find traces of the lonely city in the past. There is no Gobi, no shelter forest, no oasis, no windmill, no field, only full of wind and sand.

The night in a dark cloak occasionally fell into the sand. He got up awkwardly and found that there were many such pits around him. It was speculated that it should be traces left by the meteor shower. There was no way to find it, so he had to spread the wings of the shadow, suspended in the air, and looked around at a loss. The world is so big that now there is no other place to stand. He is like a lonely star in the sky, alone to the dawn.

Once upon a time, it was still so lively here. People came and went, laughed happily, and so many tall buildings were built happily. They were all the best craftsmanship of Jingjing Technology, but in a blink of an eye, why did they disappear?

He rubbed his eyes. He didn't know whether the wind and sand had entered his eyes or this scene. He had no strength to stop his crying and let tears flow out unscrupulously.

Ah, the place where I have lived, the deepest place in my memory, is now just slowly yellow sand.

He closed his eyes, covered his ears, forced himself not to look or listen, and then fantasized that the lonely city was still as usual. He flapped his wings, followed the path in his memory, walked through the traces of a few days, crossed the oasis, and came to his own place of self-care. He couldn't help but stop. He is looking forward to it. If God is kind enough to leave him one or two watermelon trees, how good would it be?

However, when he opened his eyes, he saw the endless yellow sand.

He touched his eyes, closed his eyes and continued to fly forward, flying, flying to the place of the Mozhe Library in his memory. He thought of the dance clothes, the library she had been running for so long, and couldn't help opening his eyes.

However, there is still nothing here, except sand or sand. Is it okay to leave a little broken wall for him to think about it?

God is so cruel!

He gently put away his wings, stood on the ground, gently grabbed a handful of yellow sand with his hand, and then looked at the sun, looked at the color of the sand falling, and felt the feeling of the wind and sand being blown away. It was so helpless.

Suddenly, when the night moved, a whirlpool of sand appeared, as if to suck the night in. Jiang Ye was not surprised but happy. He did not struggle, but sank in with the sand.

Close your eyes at night, as if you were a grain of sand, just keep falling and falling. Finally, with a "plop", he found himself falling into the river, which was dirty and chaotic, mixed with flesh and blood and internal organs, mixed with the color of blood and plague.

"Ah..."

The night couldn't help shouting around. He wanted to comfort himself that all the things in the underground yellow spring and dark river flowed down from the upper abyss world, not from the lonely city.

There were echoes around, as if thousands of people were shouting at the same time.

"Ah... Ah... Ah..."