In the endless sea of evil energy and fire, the Queen Mother of the West, wearing a gilded purple-patterned divine robe, stepped out of nothingness.
Her eyes fell on the sealed Fengshen body on the ground, and a faint halo flowed out. She seemed to have noticed something, and her brows furrowed slightly.
"This breath..."
Queen Mother Xi moved slightly, her eyes flickering with light. She quickly looked around, but saw no other figures.
After thinking for a moment, she gave up the search, raised her fingertips and lightly scratched the stiff body of Fengshen. A head was thrown high, and then a wisp of fire ignited, completely burning the body.
Immediately afterwards, the Queen Mother of the West flashed out again and used the power of law to kill the seriously injured Sky God Nut and the Earth God Gebu.
As soon as the two nine-pillar gods were dead, the sky-high giant shadow that was constantly chasing them slowly turned its head, staring at the Queen Mother of the West standing in the air with its empty eyes, and changed its target.
It stood in the sea of raging evil fire, raised a black knife the size of a mountain peak, and slashed at the body of the Queen Mother of the West!
The Queen Mother of the West narrowed her eyes slightly, and the Kunlun Mirror in her palm flew into the air, quickly magnified, and turned into a huge mirror sky, reflecting the figure of the giant skyscraper.
She made a secret with her hands, and as her divine power surged, a mysterious aura overflowed.
…
The wars in the distance subsided one after another, and the howling storm also stopped. Only the snowflakes fell silently from the sky, and the world fell into a dead silence again.
Above the white snow, there are scattered patches of bright red. The rich smell of blood is not buried by the heavy snow, but silently tells the story of the tragic and tragic battle.
Lin Qiye held his knees and tried to stand up from the snow unsteadily. He felt dizzy for a while, his legs went weak and he sat down in the snow again.
The effect of ghosts and gods is gradually fading.
Fatigue and weakness surged into every corner of his body like a tide. His body didn't hurt, but it felt indescribably empty. It was as if someone had taken away all his muscles and bones. Even if he simply raised his hand, his body would feel empty.
Extremely difficult.
Lin Qiye's breathing became heavier and heavier, but the mist condensed in the cold snow became thinner and thinner. In the end, the breath he exhaled had almost no warmth.
His body temperature is dropping rapidly.
To Lin Qiye's surprise, this process was not as painful as he imagined. He did not feel any pain on his body. Instead, he felt that his body became lighter and lighter. Amidst the dizziness in his head, he felt a warm sleepiness.
rise slowly.
Even the feeling of soul tearing caused by carrying the souls of two gods in succession gradually faded under this sleepiness.
"So, this is how I feel after using the ghost guide..."
Lin Qiye sat in the snow, looked up at the towering black monument, smiled and said softly.
In his mind, the scene of Zhao Kongcheng falling on the ground on a rainy night, his life flowing out rapidly, but smiling and communicating with him, must have felt the same at that time.
The ghosts and gods make their lives bloom like gorgeous fireworks. Even when they are fading away, there is no pain, no sadness, everything is so beautiful and peaceful. To a night watchman who is about to die after giving up his life to fight to the death.
For me, this is the most gentle destination.
The being who created the ghost spirit back then must have been a gentle person to the core, right?
Lin Qiye sighed secretly in his heart.
Under this warmth and peace, his heavy eyelids began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Lin Qiye, Lin Qiye!" Wang Mian grabbed his shoulders, shook him violently, and shouted, "Please wake up! The gods of Daxia are back! Maybe they can find a way to save you! You can't die like this
Got it!"
Lin Qiye's eyes opened slightly, and he braced himself, as if he remembered something.
He reached out and handed the Tian Congyun Sword in his palm to Wang Mian. After hesitating for a moment, he took off the [Zhan Bai] from his waist.
There was no trace of blood on his pale face, and his heart was beating faintly. He spoke weakly:
"King Mian... You should know this sword. After I die, I will leave it to you for safekeeping... And this [Zhan Bai], haha, it is much more powerful than your [Yi Yuan].
If you have a chance, help me find a suitable owner for it..."
"Lin Qiye! What nonsense are you talking about! Wake up!"
"What's going on with Jialan... you bring me some snacks... She's sleeping in the wing of the courtyard in Shangjing City. I don't want her to wake up and not have a single friend in the world... Cao Yuan's body is locked in the dark
Wang, don’t let him commit suicide often, something will happen sooner or later... After I die, Pangpang will definitely feel particularly uncomfortable... If you are free..."
In Lin Qiye's subtle thoughts, his eyes couldn't help but close again. In the end, Wang Mian couldn't hear clearly what he was saying.
Wang Mian clenched his teeth and was about to do something when a bloody figure stood up unsteadily from the snow in the distance.
Under the influence of the power of life, Isis's body, which had been cut into pieces, was slowly healing. Half of his face looked ferociously at Lin Qiye, who was dying on the ground, and he opened his bloody mouth that had not yet grown out his lips.
Sneered:
"Hahaha... Mortals are mortals! Didn't we end up like this in the end? If you have the ability..."
puff--!!
As soon as Isis finished speaking, a bone-chilling cold light flashed from behind, cutting her neck into pieces, and a blood-stained head filled with incredible words rolled to the ground like a rubber ball.
.
Her body fell into the snow with a muffled sound, and blood gurgled out one after another. But this time, her body did not recover, and her vitality was completely wiped out.
A figure in a silver robe stepped over her body and flicked the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, splattering blood on the ground. Without even looking at the body on the ground, he reached the ground in a flash.
Lin Qiye's side.
He stared blankly at Lin Qiye in his arms, opened his chapped lips, and shouted softly:
"elder brother……"
This simple word struck directly into the depths of Lin Qiye's soul. The power he didn't know came from forced him to open his eyes, trying to see clearly the face in front of him.
His eyes opened a crack with difficulty.
He saw it.
The face he thought about day and night was right in front of him.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of his pale mouth, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch that familiar yet unfamiliar cheek.
"Ajin, you have grown up..." he said hoarsely.
"Brother...I..." Yang Jin's fists clenched uncontrollably. He was about to say something when Lin Qiye's hand touched his cheek and fell down weakly.
Yang Jin froze on the spot.
"Ajin, have you seen..."
"The peaceful and prosperous age you left to Daxia...brother, I will keep it."