The golden light extends in the darkness, vertically and horizontally, in the shape of a snake.

Finally, they gathered into a bunch and fell into the air.

The "dead soul" struggle disappeared.

It condenses into a golden mask and freezes in mid-air.

Qiu Bodeng's fingers slowly dropped.

... The way of heaven in the world or the underworld of the Great Wilderness, they are the way of no form. If you want to gain form, your consciousness must rely on it, just like the Wu Nuo mask he made for Arlo, like a ghost sent to the ghost. body of the dead soul. When the Way without Phase wants to shape the body, the support cannot be changed or moved.

Dahuang wanted to devour him so much that Toyi's soul lingered, trying to devour his soul completely. But since he dared to give up his life into the great wilderness, how could he have no confidence at all? The way of heaven is taught by him, and no one in this world understands the underworld spirit that came into being than him.

Only he can enter the Great Wilderness and seal the Nether.

"Three thousand years of big dreams, I protect the world by myself."

he whispered.

The black miasma on the edge of the twelve continents began to slowly retreat, returning to the original dividing line.

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The Great Desolation is dark, and the gloom has no shape.

There is no up and down, no left and right, no front and back, the four images are chaotic, and the ghosts and ghosts are everywhere. Today, however, You Hui was illuminated by Mingshen's soul fire.

The red sleeves fell.

Qiu Bodeng landed on Kuafu's bronze shoulder bones and sat down. He couldn't be too far away from the sealed Netherworld, otherwise he should have gone to retrieve Kuafu's head that he chopped off.

"Feel sorry."

He patted Kuafu on the shoulder lightly, just like a long time ago.

All right.

He should have a good night's sleep... In the dream, there should be the City of Clouds, the first Kongsang, and the fool named A Luo... Qiu Bodeng remembered the first night he met the deserted team, and endured it. He couldn't stop smiling, if he hadn't called him that night, would he really have stayed by the bonfire all night?

"Why are you so stupid?"

Qiu Bodeng asked softly.

He turned his head and glanced in the direction of Yongzhou... The bonfire beside the carriage was actually really warm.

But he can't say.

"It's my turn to guard you," he laughed silently, slowly lowering his eyelashes, "to guard for another three thousand years."

It won't be possible any longer.

The sound became quieter and quieter until it was finally inaudible.

The gods die three times.

Death is peaceful.

Chapter 116 Continuation of the Soul

Southern Xinjiang, Wu people.

The old trees, covered with ferns around the altar, blocked all light, moonlight, starlight, all disappeared.

The mottled and overlapping shadows of trees and vines covered everyone's heads, making them breathless. The faces of the young witch men and women were illuminated by the light of the torches, and everyone's expressions were the same panic, the same anxiety... The bonfire that conjured the soul had been lit, but it suddenly went out.

Is it the same as last time, although it has been destroyed, has it been successful?

Yeah?

But the great witches didn't speak for a long time, for a long time, for a quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, three quarters of an hour... The fluke of hope is getting smaller and smaller, and the uncontrollable anxiety is getting stronger and stronger. Why don't the great witches speak? Why was the soul-calling banner on the altar suddenly cut off?

chap chap.

A crisp sound.

Except for Wu Luo, who had gone to Yongzhou, the remaining nine great witches stared blankly at the bonfire, like a stone statue with an empty soul. Hearing the crackling sound, at first, they couldn't even think, couldn't understand where it came from. But the sound is getting denser and louder.

"Do not!"

Wu Xian, who had a hump on his back, suddenly woke up, jumped up, and roared suddenly.

There was so much despair, so much fear, so much pleading in his voice, and he rushed towards the center of the altar, towards the bird skeleton. The fingers of his pipe all the year round are withered and thin, like an old wood. How does the old wood catch the birds? The birds fell apart.

Little by little.

The broken bones are like dark red charcoal fire, one after another.

The bonfire that conjured the soul was extinguished, the flag banner that conjured the soul was broken, and now even the bones of the phoenix bird that protected the soul and Nirvana were broken... How should their gods come back? At the moment when the bones of the phoenix bird shattered, in the depths of the great wasteland, a smear of red clothes shattered into tiny fiery flames, whirling lightly and flying in the coldest and deepest darkness.

Outside the world, protect the world.

Wu Xian seemed to feel something, and raised his head to look at the distant great wasteland.

He fell to his knees in the rain of fire, wailing like a child.

"My lord..."

Why don't you come back?

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"I shouldn't have believed you."

Mu Di's scaled fist slammed on the flying lightsaber, and the sword body was smashed into ice cracks. Ye Anxue was smashed upside down by a punch and smashed into the sea. He shouldn't have been so negligent, but the sudden retreat of the black miasma and the unknown point made him fall into an ice cave.

He didn't care about counterattack, broke out of the water, and was about to chase the desolate miasma that was retreating like a tide.

... What is the most important existence to Taiyi, along with those miasma fogs, those darkness have gone away together. And that is what Taiyi has done his best to protect.

The dragon's claws penetrated his left shoulder, and blood splattered on Mu Di's face.

Mu Di Qingjun's face was full of rage and blood, he suddenly closed his hand and clenched his fist, and punched Ye Anxue's face heavily.

Ye Anxue didn't dodge, her frost-white hair was covered in blood.

He doesn't know what happened... I don't know why the breath of the little master came from afar in the great wasteland. Obviously, the little master should have been sleeping peacefully in Chaocheng, waiting for the six remaining souls of the Wu clan to summon Qi... Obviously whether it is Both Taiyi and Wuzu have already decided to fight against the world at all costs.

Mu Di's pupils have completely transformed into the vertical eyes of a big demon, violent and fierce.