Star Iron, but the amount of animation

how to say.

A great man who was recorded in history books and was supposed to be dead suddenly appeared in front of everyone. It was impossible for anyone to react and accept it so quickly.

But it won't be that slow.

As the first hesitant call sounded, shouts gradually spread among the crowd, becoming louder and more fanatical, until the entire starry sea was almost echoing with the four words "Qu'e Ding'an" which were actually not that gorgeous and majestic.

It's plain, but it contains a power that makes people feel extremely at ease.

The young man raised one hand and pressed it down slightly. In an instant, the shout that echoed through the sea of ​​stars came to an abrupt halt.

Those people stared at him with admiration and fanaticism.

An Jing originally thought that he would feel somewhat nervous or excited when facing such a scene that was the center of attention - or to be more precise, the center of attention of tens of millions of people.

But at this moment, the boy even felt a little depressed.

He was a little emotional.

He once had such a fantasy: everyone in the world revered him as a god, and countless people would follow him when he raised his arm, willing to sacrifice their lives for him no matter what they did.

Who hasn't had a dream like this?

But now, when this fantasy is close to being realized, the boy feels a little tired.

Many things seem to bring more troubles than happiness.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

This sentence does make sense.

An Jing actually used to scoff at this statement.

After all, he felt that who could force someone like him who had no conscience or morals to fulfill his responsibilities?

That's only half right.

It is true that no one can force him, but the boy does not seem to be as conscienceless and immoral as he imagined - or who changed him?

An Jing suddenly realized.

He suddenly found that he seemed to have changed a lot.

Became sentimental; became cautious; became exhausted.

And it seems that he has become a lot kinder.

Looking down at the frightened people of abundance below, the boy found that instead of killing them all, he seemed to prefer leaving them a chance to live.

Those who surrender will not be killed.

But if it were him hundreds of years ago.

surrender?

Haha, you really know how to joke.

You are a prosperous people for one day and you will be a prosperous people for your whole life. How can he do such a thing as letting a tiger go back to the mountains?

Kill them all, absorb them all, and leave no one alive on the entire planet.

And those soldiers on the immortal boat.

He received their pure and kind support and respect, so it didn't seem like a big deal to do something to protect them that didn't actually take much effort.

But An Jing just felt a little unmotivated.

Maybe it’s because he failed to protect many of the people he wanted to protect.

What is this......

An Jing closed his eyes.

He seemed to be in too deep.

Everyone knows that a bystander sees more clearly than a participant. However, when it really happens to you, who can always see things clearly?

So who changed him?

The boy knew, but he just wouldn't say it.

Who isn't a proud one?

"So, answer that."

The boy opened his eyes and his expression seemed to have become calmer before speaking.

"I surrender! I surrender!"

You can't expect raw beasts and despicable monsters to have the moral character of refusing to surrender even in death.

As the first person spoke, the vast majority of the people of Fengcao chose to give up resistance. As for the remaining recruits who didn't understand the situation and chose to keep silent, An Jing didn't have much sympathy for them. They all turned into the purest life energy and became part of the vines.

And then, it seemed, it was over?

The Cloud Cavalry under them were tidying up the battlefield one by one according to the orders of the generals who had reacted.

Thanks to him, now on the battlefield, there is no need to deal with the wounded, which is almost the most energy-consuming and time-consuming. The only ones left here are those who are full of energy and vitality, and those who have fallen to the ground and can never get up again.

But for some reason, An Jing felt that it was not over yet.

In fact, it seems to be just the beginning.

His intuition told him so.

The instinct of hunting.

As if he sensed something, the young man suddenly looked up.

Then the next moment, the second ray of light that could not be looked directly at appeared in front of him.

For a moment, everything was silent. The whispers of the soldiers, the dense and dull footsteps, and the roar of the fleet's engines that blocked out the sky all disappeared at this moment.

There was only one sound, which was continuous and made one's teeth ache.

That is the sound of flesh and blood burning when it comes into direct contact with extremely high temperatures.

A not-so-huge arrow of light pierced through the boy's body, but the boy grasped its root directly, so it failed to penetrate.

An Jing sighed.

If this were to fall, my trip would be in vain.

I don’t know if the boy is much stronger now than he was a hundred years ago, or if the imperial bow in the sky has reduced its power this time, but he actually feels that being hit by this arrow is quite easy?

Volume 1: Chapter 232: Battle of the Hunting Patrol

For some reason, An Jing suddenly remembered something he seemed to have heard someone say a long time ago.

The Star Gods are all boring and dead-headed.

Now that I think about it, it does make some sense.

"You guys continue, what happens next has nothing to do with you."

The young man whose body was pierced by the light arrow gave a few instructions as if nothing had happened, and then his figure disappeared from the spot.

Faced with such a drastic change, almost everyone was stunned and confused about the current situation.

They knew exactly who had emitted that terrifying light, and no one in the Immortal Boat would make a mistake.

But——why was it shot at the boy?

No one knows, and no one dares to think about it.

The originally excited and high spirits seemed to be suddenly poured with a bucket of cold water. The soldiers continued their unfinished work in silence, without any of their previous high spirits.

And in the cold starry sky thousands of miles above them, the young man who had turned into a point of light gradually slowed down and stopped in front of the god holding the bow.

He was somewhat surprised at his own speed.

An Jing touched his chest which was now completely unharmed. The light that had pierced through him before had disappeared, but he clearly did not pull it out.

But the boy could still feel that power in his body... ...as if it had been absorbed by him?

In this case, it is not surprising that the top speed has been raised by several levels.

Moreover, he was able to come before Him, and the light in his body seemed to have some guiding role.

The boy's thoughts flashed through his mind, and his eyes focused after being distracted for a moment. He looked up at the god in front of him, whom he had never dared to even think about.

The hatred is boundless, the conquest is limitless, how much sorrow does the hunter have? The arrow is on the string, the golden pupil is blazing, the emperor's bow should not look back.

These two sentences are quite widely circulated, but when they met in person, An Jing felt that the second half might not be quite appropriate.

The giant centaur, as big as stardust, was blue-purple all over. The muscles in the upper body seemed to be made of blue flames with distinct shapes, while the forelimbs of the lower body were shaped like horse hooves, but the hind half was not like that. Instead, it was more like - this seemed a bit disrespectful.

But never mind, the boy thought, he had already been hit by so many arrows, what else could he do.

Like a wheelchair.

The Emperor's bow can only use an arrow of light to destroy his wheelchair - these words suddenly echoed in his mind.

I don’t know if He will be angry if I tell him.

And the golden pupil blazing flame?

That’s enough. Not to mention the eyes, I can’t even find any individual part of the facial features.

But her hair is quite long. Maybe Di Gong is actually a burly woman?

Although An Jing saw the god with his own eyes, he could not say that he had no reverence at all. He could only say that his mind was full of rude thoughts.

Damn it, how come as soon as these star gods meet, the prestige they originally had in the boy’s mind is completely gone.

Huanyue is just a stupid idiot, he is disgusting and cheap but he knows it; Xuwu is a brainless guy with two stupid eyes, one big and one small, which complement each other; Xunlie is like an extremely angry young man who can't tell right from wrong; Cunhu is even more stupid, and in this respect he may be better than Xuwu, the big black ball who doesn't care about anything.

In short, none of them are normal.

But it is not surprising, Star God often represents the pinnacle of a destiny, the extreme of a concept, so his character naturally cannot be normal, otherwise he cannot become a Star God.

All these complicated thoughts passed through his mind in just a breath. After the boy came to his senses, he prepared to do what he had originally planned to do.

Meeting the gods in person is not just for the sake of muttering a few words in one's heart.

An Jing came here to ask for an explanation.

As the saying goes, once and twice, it won't happen a third time. He could have ignored the two arrows hundreds of years ago and thought they were just accidental injuries, but the arrow just now was 100% aimed at him, there was no excuse for it.

What? Is there anything wrong with him coming to save people?

The young man wondered if he hadn't come, the first arrow might have shattered the entire cave.

By then, a very humorous situation might arise - the number of Xianzhou people killed by the Fengyao people is not as much as the number of Xianzhou people killed by their own gods.

Just because I like him because of his rich hands and eyes, I should die as well.

What a joke. Even that clay Buddha has some temper. Besides, An Jing doesn't think he has a good temper.

He's really getting carried away.

Although he didn't show it, it really hurt.

The grooves went straight through him, and some of them were so hot that he felt like he was almost cooked.

Pain is actually one of the things that An Jing fears the most. He doesn't think it is something shameful or a fatal weakness.

What's wrong with being afraid of pain? It's just human nature.

He is not a god, he is just a human being.

So the boy raised his eyes.

In contrast to his upward gaze, his black hair turned completely white from the crown of his head downwards, while his pupils turned scarlet.

"The Emperor's Bow."

He spoke.

The Centaur in front of him did not react at all, but His slight nod let him know that He was looking at him.

"Do you know what day it is?"

He still didn't answer, but An Jing inexplicably felt that He seemed to be confused.

But it doesn't matter whether it's true or false.