In the endless sea of ​​fire and evil, the Queen Mother of the West, wearing a divine robe gilded with purple patterns, stepped out from nothingness.

Her gaze fell on the sealed body of the Wind God on the ground, and a faint dizziness flowed out. She seemed to have discovered something and frowned slightly.

“This aura…”

The Queen Mother of the West was slightly moved, with a light flashing in her eyes. She quickly looked around but did not see any other figures.

After thinking for a moment, she gave up the search, raised her fingertips and lightly stroked the stiff body of the God of Wind. A head was thrown high into the air, and then a flame ignited, completely burning the body.

Immediately afterwards, the Queen Mother of the West appeared again and used the power of the laws to kill the seriously injured Nut, the god of the sky, and Geb, the god of the earth.

As soon as the two Nine Pillar Gods died, the giant shadow that was chasing them slowly turned its head, and its empty eyes stared at the Queen Mother of the West standing in the air, shifting its target.

It stood in the blazing sea of ​​fire, raised a black knife as big as a mountain, and slashed towards 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, rapidly enlarged, and turned into a huge mirror-like sky, reflecting the shape of the towering figure.

She clasped her hands together, and as divine power surged, a mysterious aura emanated from it.

…

The flames of war in the distance gradually subsided, and the howling storms also stopped. Only snowflakes fluttered silently from the sky, and the world fell into deathly silence again.

On the white snow, there are patches of crimson scattered around. The strong smell of blood is not buried by the heavy snow, but silently tells of the once brutal and tragic battle.

Lin Qiye supported himself with his knees and tried to stand up from the snow shakily. He felt dizzy and his legs went weak and he sat down again in the snow.

The effect of the ghost and god attraction is gradually fading.

Fatigue and weakness surged to every corner of his body like a tide. His body didn't hurt, but he felt indescribably empty, as if someone had pulled out all his muscles and bones. Even simply raising his hand was extremely difficult.

Lin Qiye's breathing became heavier, but the mist condensed from his breath in the cold snow became thinner and thinner. In the end, the breath he exhaled had almost no temperature at all.

His body temperature is dropping rapidly.

To Lin Qiye's surprise, this process was not as painful as he had imagined. He did not feel any pain in his body. Instead, he felt his body becoming lighter and lighter. Amid the dizziness in his head, a warm feeling of sleepiness slowly rose up in him.

Even the soul-tearing feeling brought about by carrying the souls of two gods in a row gradually faded under this sleepiness.

"So this is the feeling after using the Ghost Guidance..."

Lin Qiye sat in the snow, looked up at the towering black divine monument, smiled and spoke softly.

In his mind, there emerged the scene where Zhao Kongcheng fell to the ground on that rainy night, his life rapidly fading away, but he was still smiling and talking to him. He must have felt the same way at that time.

The gods and ghosts led their lives to bloom like brilliant fireworks. Even when they were facing withering and dissipation, there was no pain, no sadness, and everything was so beautiful and peaceful. For a night watchman who had sacrificed his life and was about to die, this was the most gentle destination.

The person who created the ghost and god guide back then should have been a gentle person to the core, right?

Lin Qiye sighed inwardly.

In this warm and peaceful environment, his heavy eyelids began to tremble uncontrollably.

“Lin Qiye, Lin Qiye!” Wang Mian grabbed his shoulders, shook him violently, and shouted, “Wake up! The gods of Daxia are back! Maybe they can find a way to save you! You can’t just die like this!”

Lin Qiye's eyes opened slightly, and he forced himself to be alert, as if he remembered something.

He stretched out his hand and handed the sword of Ame-no-Kurokumo in front of Wang Mian. After hesitating for a moment, he took off the [Zanpaku] from his waist.

There was no trace of blood on his pale face, and his heartbeat was intermittent. He spoke weakly:

"Wang Mian... You should be familiar with this sword. After I die, I'll give it to you for safekeeping... And this [Zhanbai], hehe, it's much more powerful than your [Yiyuan]. If you have the chance, help me find a suitable owner for it..."

"Lin Qiye! What nonsense are you talking about! Wake up!"

"Gala's matter...please help me with it...She is sleeping in the wing room of the courtyard in Shangjing City. I don't want her to wake up without any friends in the world...The Black King is imprisoned in Cao Yuan's body. Don't let him commit suicide frequently. Something bad will happen sooner or later...After I die, Pang Pang will definitely feel very uncomfortable...If you have time..."

Amid Lin Qiye's subtle mumbling, his eyes closed uncontrollably again. In the end, Wang Mian could no longer hear what he was saying.

Wang Mian gritted his teeth and was about to do something when a bloody figure stood up staggeringly from the snow in the distance.

Under the influence of life force, Isis's body, which had been chopped into pieces, was slowly healing. Half of her face looked at the dying Lin Qiye on the ground with a hideous look, and she opened her bloody mouth, which had not yet grown lips, and sneered:

"Hahahaha... mortals are just mortals! Isn't this how they ended up? If you have the guts, you..."

puff--!!

Isis had just said half of her words when a bone-chilling cold light flashed from behind her and cut her neck. A bloody head filled with disbelief rolled to the ground like a ball.

Her body fell muffledly into the snow, and blood gushed out continuously, but this time, her body did not recover, and her vitality was completely gone.

A figure in a silver robe stepped over her body and swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand, splashing blood on the ground. He didn't even look at the body on the ground, and his figure flashed to the side of the fallen Lin Qiye.

He stared blankly at Lin Qiye in his arms, his cracked lips slightly parted, and he called out softly:

"elder brother……"

This simple word struck deep into Lin Qiye's soul. A force that came from nowhere forced him to open his eyes and see the face in front of him clearly.

He opened his eyes a little with difficulty.

He saw it.

The face he had been thinking about day and night was right in front of him.

The corners of his pale mouth curled up into a faint smile, and he stretched out his trembling hand, wanting to touch that familiar yet unfamiliar cheek.

"A Jin, you've grown up..." he said hoarsely.

“Brother… I…” Yang Jin’s fists clenched uncontrollably. He opened his mouth to say something, but Lin Qiye’s hand touched his cheek and fell down weakly.

Yang Jin stood there in a daze.

"Ah Jin, did you see that..."

"The peace and prosperity you left for Daxia...I, your brother, will protect it."