"sentimental."
"There's nothing right about it."
"Who would have thought that I am actually the one who is most afraid of death."
"I was so scared that I hid it for a thousand years."
"I can't tell whether I am a human or a ghost."
"I'm afraid I couldn't even imagine that one day... I could end up like this."
"Is the king...surprised that I'm dead?"
With a smile and looking at Du Ziren's somewhat puzzled eyes, Xiaosi did not explain anything, but turned around and looked at the vast wasteland behind him: "Wang Ye..."
"Can you win..."
"Next, it's up to you."
There is some nostalgia for this world, and even some fear.
Xiaosi never denied that she was afraid of death, she wanted to live, and she tried every means to live.
In ancient times, in order not to be slaughtered by the gods as an ant, she worked hard to join the heaven.
After discovering the king's thoughts, and in order to survive, she was willing to split herself, one in the king's court, and the other in heaven and earth.
Even if...
Even if Wang swallowed one of his clones, he would still be alive.
She fell into the law of time by mistake again, and she felt that she had found an opportunity to follow A-Nian and defy heaven.
After failure, he continued to hide in the underworld.
until now...
In order not to be devoured by the king, to improve her strength, and to give the human race a little more chance of winning, she chose a method that was close to suicide and ended her life.
Ridiculous...ridiculous life.
It was as if she was destined to be a joke from the beginning.
Tragic joke.
"Have you really...never only regarded me as a...tool?"
Xiaosi said without any beginning or end, with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes. The figure dissipated little by little, turning into spots of light that dispersed with the wind.
"Fourth sister..."
Du Ziren has never hated his own strength so much as at this moment.
Why.
Why is he the strongest and the slowest to die?
He had to watch one of his closest comrades, brothers, and sisters die in front of him.
"turn out to be..."
"I have no one to say goodbye to..."
Du Ziren smiled bitterly, took a deep breath, and his eyes became extremely sharp.
"Hell!"
"Meng Po, Cui Jue, Zhong Kui, Du Ziren!"
"Fight to the death for the human race!"
"Today I will kill the six immortals and bring the underworld to an end, the final chapter!"
"Everyone, hell...resign!"
This sound continued to echo from the sky, spreading farther and farther.
Under everyone's gaze, he didn't even have time to miss his past. He didn't even show any courage, but hurriedly grabbed it in mid-air.
He grabbed some ashes that had not completely dissipated, placed them in several porcelain bottles, and finally placed them in a cloth bag.
He took a breath, as if he had fulfilled some wish.
At this moment, a smile appeared on Du Ziren's face, but the smile was a little bitter.
"pity..."
"I can't accept my own..."
The words fell and the people dispersed.
In the silence of everyone in the Tian group, this... everyone in the underworld has come to an end.
…
"Zhang Ziliang..."
"Actually...ahem, actually I have always had a doubt."
"Is there a better way to handle this?"
"Fewer people will die."
"These...are these not part of your calculations?"
"hehe..."
"You are actually the one with the hardest heart."
"Everyone is guessing...ahem, I guess you chose death in order to get out of the public eye."
"But I think...you are trying to escape."
"Perhaps, even you are afraid of breaking down after seeing this scene."
"So leave this burden to...ahem...to me?"
Zhao Hai coughed badly.
A lot of hair has fallen out, leaving only a few sparse strands.
The ancient wise man who was so heroic and always confident now looks more like a dying old man on the street, a little embarrassed.
"What I can do is the limit."
"leftover..."
"Leave it to God."
"There is no absolute chess player..."
He coughed hard again and looked at the blood in his palms. Zhao Hai stooped and stood up slowly: "After all... you still gave me the medicine."
With a sigh, this was the first time that Zhao Hai stood up in more than two years.
Looking down at Shangjing again, looking down at this wasteland, this human race.
Zhao Hai's mood changed again.
No joy or sorrow.
…
The battle lasted for three days.
The defeat of Heaven is a foregone conclusion.
Wang Ye was still sleeping in the tree, but now the tree had completely turned crystal clear.
The ghost energy underground has become thinner.
And the tree gradually became illusory.
At the moment when Heaven was completely plunged into despair, a crack suddenly appeared on the horizon in the distance.
Three terrifying auras awakened and swept across the wasteland.
Immediately afterwards, there was anger like a volcano erupting.
"Ah..."
"In the end, I won."
The Antarctic Immortal looked extremely embarrassed at this time, but he was laughing wildly.
The young general's body was torn apart and fell to the ground forever.
Once upon a time, I complained about injustice.
Raise your troops to defeat the gods.
Even if he dies, he still contains overwhelming fighting spirit, and if he revives again, it will make the gods tremble.
but...
With the complete disappearance, it finally became the past.
"Are those three guys going to be revived?"
"It's my turn too."
"My little brother is dead. As a big brother, I have to avenge him no matter what."
On the city wall, the fox stood up, stretched, and with a little laziness, took off his mask and placed it on the city wall.
Under the mask is a handsome, sunny face.
"No matter how you say it, it can be regarded as leaving a glimmer of hope for the Taoist sect."
"I just hope that guy won't be so cruel."
Smiling softly, he looked even more heroic.
"Goodbye, little girl."
He smiled gently at Zhang Xiao, his eyes slightly narrowed, as friendly as the boy next door.
The next moment, take one step forward.
In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the Antarctic Immortal.
"Old guy, did it make you laugh?"
With a gentle wave of his hand, his spiritual power emerged and turned into an invisible sharp blade, penetrating the chest of the Antarctic Immortal.
And his eyes gradually turned red.
"turn out to be..."
"Is this what it feels like to have a broken heart?"
"It hurts a little."
He muttered a few words, suppressing the violent desire deep in his heart, and his mental power continued to penetrate the body of the Antarctic Immortal.
"We have similar IQs, so it would be more fun to fight."
The Antarctic Immortal had a ferocious face, staring at the fox gloomily, and the next moment he stabbed his chest with the crutch in his hand.
But the fox had no intention of hiding and let his chest break.
"Fool."
"My heart is broken and I am already a dead person."
"Do you still care about this?"
Smiling, his mental power suddenly solidified, and at the moment when the Antarctic Immortal was stunned, he cut off his head.
