Wang Xiaotai could feel the violent fluctuations of the spiritual power of the world behind him.
She knew that Wang Fuyao was guarding behind her with the Heaven-Destroying Sword, and Changsheng and the others were also fighting against the dragon. It seemed that their side had the upper hand, but at this moment, she no longer cared about their energy.
Her godhead slowly melted away, 400,000, 450,000, 500,000...
More and more soul fragments were released from her godhead like bubbles.
In the mirror, she once tried to commit suicide, tried to bite off her own tongue, bit her own wrist, and smashed her head. She did not want such a God-given opportunity, their sacrifice and sacrifice.
But she failed. She had her own godhead, the godhead that had protected her from death and injury for three hundred years, and the godhead that had protected her through the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder.
Since the beginning of the world, there has never been such a miserable god.
Now the most embarrassed god in the world gave up his godhood after ascending to immortality, and returned 600,000 people to reincarnation.
She no longer had the strength to turn around and fight the dragon or the gods.
Under the combined influence of the power of faith, the wound on her chest slowly healed, but she could no longer climb the heavenly steps.
She is going back three hundred years ago and becoming that mortal again.
The air in the netherworld suddenly rippled with strange, water-like waves.
There was a sound of piercing the air coming from behind, and a bone-chilling coldness suddenly spread throughout her body. Wang Xiaotai subconsciously stood in front of those pale souls, trying to use her body to block the sudden and unpredictable blow of the gods and ghosts.
Some people also saw this blow flying from the sky and blocked Wang Xiaotai. However, this arrow actually bypassed everyone's protection and was not interfered by other attacks. It ignored the obstruction, ignored the distance, and ignored the , flew directly in the direction of Wang Xiaomo.
This arrow shocked Huangquan and shook Fuyao.
There was an extreme heat in her chest, followed by intense burning pain, as if she was in a raging fire deep inside.
"Xiao Moss!" Chang Sheng screamed behind him.
Wang Fuyao and the others also saw this sudden attack. This attack definitely did not come from the Dragon Clan. There were people present who wanted Wang Xiaotai's life!
They immediately ran towards Wang Xiaotai who was standing in the middle of the underworld.
Wang Xiaotai lowered his head and looked at his chest. A red arrow was accurately inserted into his empty heart. The tip of the arrow just missed touching the golden heart in his hand and the fragments of the godhead that had not melted completely.
Five hundred and fifty thousand······
Just a little bit away, the souls of 600,000 people will enter reincarnation.
Just a little bit...
Wang Xiaotao bit the tip of his tongue and forced out a mouthful of blood essence to spray on the remaining godhead. The power of faith poured in faster, speeding up the burning speed of the godhead.
Five hundred and seventy thousand, five hundred and seventy-five thousand, five hundred and seventy-eight thousand, five hundred and eighty thousand...
Just give me a little more time, a little more time, and it will be fine.
The crimson arrow that was inserted into Wang Xiaomo's heart flashed red light slightly at the end. The arrow's destination was not Wang Xiaomo's heart at all.
The underworld water under Wang Xiaomo's feet was trembling uneasily. Suddenly, the entire underworld water began to rotate, with Wang Xiaomo as the center, forming a devouring vortex under her feet. This vortex continued to rotate, gradually covering Wang Xiaomo's knees, waist and abdomen. He wanted to swallow Wang Xiaotai whole.
The water of the underworld cannot enter the soul, and it will corrode the body. The moment the water of the underworld hits the body, the hot blood flows into the trachea, and Wang Xiaotai is choked. There is a feeling of suffocation mixed with a pain that is like breaking the heavenly spirit cap. It flooded through her entire senses like a tide.
She probably screamed, as if someone was calling her name, they were crying something, but her eardrums seemed to be separated by a layer, she couldn't hear anything clearly, and she began to feel pain in front of her eyes. Black, in the blurry sight with irregular black spots, like holding up a torch in the dark night, Wang Xiaotai raised her heart.
The golden juice continued to flow, and countless dead souls were released from it.
Five hundred and ninety thousand······
Six hundred thousand.
At the moment when the godhead melted and all the souls of the dead were able to re-enter reincarnation, Wang Xiaoti fell into hell.
At this time, everyone was still struggling in the underworld. The only ones who followed her into the underworld were two colorful butterflies that flapped their wings desperately.
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Several circles of bamboo fences surrounded the mud house with thatched roof. A colorful hen led a group of young and bright yellow chicks in and out of the yard, pecking at rice and vegetables bit by bit. The rooster stood majestically on the top of the tree, shaking its comb, standing on one foot, turning its neck vigilantly, and scanning in all directions.
Han Yi lay down in the grass, looked at the big rooster and swallowed.
The chicken was still alive, but he seemed to have seen it stewed in the pot and smelled its fragrant aroma.
But the chicken has an owner and he cannot take it.
Han Yi looked at the chicken, imagined its taste, and angrily pulled at the weeds on his hand.
Stewed chicken, fried chicken, roasted chicken, chicken soup, chicken legs, chicken bones...
One day he will raise a lot of chickens! The kind that you eat every day and can’t finish every meal!
Impatiently pulling at a basket of green grass, Han Yi held a weed root in his mouth and skipped back to his home.
It's not right to say it's a home. This is just a righteous village that no one comes to on weekdays. If the corpses of those who died in the wilderness are found, they will be sent here, waiting for their relatives to find them in a certain year and month in the future.
This is the final destination of the corpse, but it is Han Yi's home.
All the doornails on the door of Yi Zhuang have fallen off, or they have been pried away and sold for money. The door is covered with messy graffiti. The entire Yi Zhuang looks really dilapidated. Only the tight door shows that there may be people here. Traces of habitation.
With a creak, Han Yi kicked open the closed door, walked around the full black coffins in the hall, and walked to the side room carrying a basket full of grass.
He was a little greedy and hungry. He had lost all his patience all the way home, but when he entered the side room, he subconsciously slowed down his steps and his movements were a little gentle, as if he was afraid of scaring something.
"I'm home. Is the little rabbit good today?"
Like the hall, there are also many ownerless coffins placed in the room. This righteous village once had a prominent moment, but now it has failed.
Han Yi usually sleeps in these coffins, using the coffins as beds. When he gets hot, he sleeps on the coffin boards.
The coffin is of good quality and retains its bright black color after being weathered by wind and rain.
Sitting on the black coffin was a girl holding a little white rabbit.
The girl closed her eyes tightly and didn't say hello when Han came in. She just turned her head slightly and smiled in his direction.
Han Yi lowered his voice and approached the girl with the basket. He took out a handful of fresh and tender grass and stuffed it into the girl's hand. He also took a piece of grass to tease the little girl with smooth fur. rabbit.
The little rabbit moved its lips, snatched the grass from Han Yi's hand, and stuffed it into his mouth.
The girl kept her eyes closed, and she was probably blind. She stretched out her hand and touched Han Yi for a while, pinched Han Yi's cheek, pulled his flesh, and made a gesture without saying anything.
Han Yi understood what she meant and smiled, "Don't worry, this time I changed the place to hunt rabbit grass. There are no dogs there. I'm fine. Are you hungry? I'll cook something to eat."
Han Yi rubbed the rabbit in the girl's arms and turned around to prepare the dishes.
Under the sun, the girl holding the rabbit raised her face, which was white and beautiful. A small Guanyin mole on the center of her eyebrow was as red as blood, which showed a bit of fragile beauty.
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