However, since the creation of the god bell, what else can they do?
Continue to ask, it is obviously not talking about the creation.
But there is one thing that they must be sure now.
That is, Wu Yun is lingering between life and death, and it may completely disappear at any time.
But they can't help.
The more they think so, the more sad and sad they.
Whether for Xiao Jin's three brothers, or for Bai Lier's daughter.
It can be said that Wu Yun is the most important and closest person of them.
And watching a person who is the most important and closest to them, in front of them, bearing the approaching of death, it can be imagined that their hearts, how suffeencies and pain are.
They can't do anything. The only thing they can do is wait.
Wait for miracles to rebirth.
And this process lasted for too long.
Probably, only less than thirty breaths.
A dull and weak voice broke this sorrowful tranquility.
"I have been difficult to live, the body is not existed, and my soul is hit hard. I don't know if I can still be reborn. Don't wait for me, don't read it, if you can be reborn, I will come to you in the next life!"
"Luo Yao took her home from the top of Chifeng Mountain, 800 meters away."
"Old bastard, in the next life, I am still willing to treat you as a relative of my teacher and friend!"
"Little Jin, Bald, Little Dragon, I'm sorry, my elder brother can't continue to take you down!"
"Lier, Bai Ling, Yan Ran, Zi Yan, Mo Yan, Luer, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I may never blame me, let alone me, forget me, I am not worth it, it’s not worth it, it’s not worth it, it’s not worth it, it’s not worth it.
You are all excellent, you deserve a better future, see again, see again! "
The last goodbye, Wu Yun stopped and hesitated for a while.
Perhaps he is unwilling to say it.
However, he must say it.
His voice is weak and smaller and smaller.
At the end, there was no sound anymore.
And Wu Yun didn't say any more words.
The deep sword that went deep into the ground was also completely dissipated at the moment of his last word falling.
No, Wu Yun disappeared like this.
After the energy dissipates, there is no breath without any breath.
As if in this world, there has never been him, as if in this world, there has never been Wu Yun who has appeared.
Create the bell, the three people, the girls, and the girls, at this moment they are in a nearly dull state.
They were deadlocked in place, and they trembled slightly.
Strangely, they did not disappear because of Wu Yun's completely, saying anything, doing anything.
Is it because I don't care, because it doesn't matter?
Obviously not!
This is a kind of grief to the extreme, driving the body from endless and strong sadness, and the instinctual response caused by.
This is a kind of grief to extreme stiffness.
Wu Yun's words, like a blade, pierced deeply into their hearts.
The moment when I heard Wu Yun speak.
They were excited, thinking that the miracle happened, and thought that Wu Yun would once again be fierce.
I thought Wu Yun might be recovering.
But I did not expect that it was Wu Yun's last farewell.
They thought they reunited for a long time, they thought they came to Japan, everything they thought ...
But how could they think of it, I haven't seen each other for many years.
For a long time, it's not reunion.
In the future, there is no square long.
For the rest of my life, it has become forever!
From the extreme joy to endless sadness, the two extreme differences, it also makes them unable to make any reactions, the reason for making any sound is.
This process lasted about a dozen breaths, and finally, I heard the sad cry again.
The creation of the bell is not moved.
But Xiao Jin and Bai Lier, they were madly rushed to Wu Yun's previous place, but the place where the killing giant sword that has been dissipated now is located.
They are constantly on the ground, in the air, looking for them everywhere, it seems to try to find some traces of Wu Yun's existence.
Even trying to find Wu Yun back.
But obviously, they couldn't find anything.
Wu Yun, no longer.
As for the creation of Shenzhong, he just stood in pain in the same place, only the word was not speechless.
In his mind, Wu Yun always echoed what Wu Yun said.
In the end of the life, it is still a relative of a teacher and friend.
To put it, the Creative Clock has already existed since the beginning of the sky. What he has experienced, maybe few people in this world will be more than him.
However, the word of this loved ones has endlessly touched him.
In this endless years he survived, there are a lot of people who treat him as a teacher and friends, but how many are he as relatives?
As for the black robe, he didn't seem to be so sad.
It was just stood silent and watching Wu Yun disappear.
He said nothing.
But he was uncomfortable in his heart, and he even thought about it in his mind. If one day, Wu Lingtian returned and found him, then how would he explain to Wu Lingtian and explain, what happened today?
And Luo Jingtian and Luo Chen did not stay here for too long.
Compared to Wu Yun, they are more concerned about Luo Yao.
I want to find Luo Yao even more.
Regardless of whether Luo Yao is dead or alive, you must find it.
However, no matter from yesterday's forecast, and what Wu Yun said just now, the tone of taking Luo Yao home, they can guess that Luo Yao is mostly difficult to survive.
But in any case, Luo Yao must be brought back.
Even if it is brought back, it is just a corpse.
Soon, a group of Luo family, one after another, towards the Ming Yuanzong, the Chifeng Mountain at 800 meters flew.
Others, other forces of God Realm, who came to see the lively people also left one after another.
In the Ming Yuanzong, before, more than half of the deaths and injuries, the remaining few people, as long as they can move, leave.
Now that Ming Yuanzong no longer exists, this is an indisputable fact. Do they not leave and stay here and wait for death?
How long does it take for a long time?
In addition to the dead corpses, except for those who were seriously injured to a move, there was only a dull and motionless bell and black robe.