Although Yu Ling didn't know what was going on in the outside world, he always felt that it was easy to change after a long time, and just wanted to urge a few words, he saw a beam of purple light projecting down, enveloping this area.

Bathed in purple divine flowers, Yu Ling felt as if something had changed in his soul power, but he couldn't say anything specifically. But he didn't care about that at all now, just reminded, "Can you start?"

"Didn't I already start, don't bother me next!" the Yin God Spirit didn't have a good breath.

I saw countless purple lights surging around, as if they were being moved by some invisible hand, rippling like water, and contrasting with the dark river.

Yu Ling gently hugged the purple-clothed girl, and her gaze couldn't help but fix on her beautiful face.

In fact, when he got along before, he didn't look at her carefully at all, but he had the impression that he thought she was very beautiful, but when he really recalled her face, it was always blurry.

It was as if she was shrouded in an impenetrable fog, and as if she was ...... He had never calmed down to take a good look at her.

Look at the shallow bangs on her forehead, look at her eyebrows that are not slender but still very good-looking, look at her long eyelashes like butterfly wings, look at a few innocuous little moles on her forehead and sideburns, look at her soft red lips that are not cool, and look at her delicate and beautiful face although immature.

How hopeful...... She opened her tranquil and clear eyes now, like a lake without waves in winter, shallow and faint, good as water.

Perhaps, soon.

Or perhaps, all the bamboo baskets are empty.

It was the first time for Yu Ling to feel so at a loss, and he could be calm in the face of life and death, but at this moment, he was wrapped in boundless anxiety and tension, and he couldn't struggle no matter what.

I don't dare to hope, but I can't help but hope.

A person who has never believed in ifs is full of ridiculous ifs at the moment.

If she could wake up, everything would be as usual......

But...... Is there really such a if......

If so, what if?

The sea of souls rippled with the chanting of the Yin God and the unknown meaning, the melody was not good, and it could even be said that it was bleak and cold, but Yuling's anxiety and anxiety gradually calmed down a lot.

It seems that the sea of purple light in front of him is also dancing with the song, and the scattered broken light is like a prosperous star shower, and like the purple petals flying in the sky, clean and dusty.

Purple light fluttered down one after another, floating on the girl's body, as if it was integrated with her purple clothes, like a robe glowing.

It's really glowing, and the girl's dead and empty soul sea is glowing.

This picture is so peerless.

The purple light was surging and surging, like a great river that did not know where it came from or where it was going, between the rivers was a dazed ghost, and behind the river was a vast and boundless nether.

In the darkness, there seemed to be some dots of purple light floating in confusion, unconsciously merging into the girl's glowing soul sea.

Little by little, like a faint spark.

But no matter how faint the spark is, it will eventually start a prairie fire.

Her soul has become a sea of light, a little purple light sparkling, rising and falling between the ebb and flow of the tide.

Yuling looked at it in a daze, as if she would open her eyes the next moment.

However, on the far side of the netherworld, there seemed to be some invisible force desperately sucking, and the purple light that merged into the sea of purple dust and souls gradually became powerless to resist, as if the iron powder attracted by the magnet stone was forcefully pulled over.

"You're looking for death!"

Yu Ling was suddenly covered by boundless violence, and his soul sea swept out of the waves, like the water of the heavenly river, smashing into the depths of the netherworld.

"Boom!"

"Whoa—"

The Netherworld River set off a big wave, and those scattered purple points of light were instantly swept into a lot, and they all sank into the river and disappeared.

"Dusty!"

Yu Ling shouted anxiously, his soul power turned into a barrier, and he was forced to cross between the purple points of light and the water of the Netherworld, but he still couldn't stop them from being sucked away.

I don't know if it's his hallucination, those purple points of light flickered and dispersed, as if a pale-faced girl appeared out of nowhere, looking at him with a complex expression and soft eyes, revealing a familiar light smile.

She opened her mouth slightly, as if to say something, but no sound came.

What she said was, I'm sorry.

Yuling understood the shape of her mouth, but he didn't understand why she was saying sorry.

It's obvious that he's sorry for her, how can she ever be at fault?

Why do you have to say sorry at the cost of your life?

His mind went blank, and he reached out in vain to grab her, but the transparent and vague figure shattered into scattered purple points of light in an instant, and gradually, gradually sank into the netherworld.

The purple light that drifted through him seemed to still have her temperature.

But they all drifted away from his side, from his fingertips, one by one, and could not be saved, like an unreal dream.

Like quicksand through the fingers, like flowing water falling into a lake.

And what's left?

Yu Ling wanted to rush into the Netherworld, but an invisible barrier slammed him out, as if there was an impassable world between the two.

The netherworld, and the yang world.

What else can be done to stop this?

If you gave him hope, why did you deprive it of it at the last moment when it was about to succeed?

Is it just to tease him!

"Sister Chenruo, don't leave ......"

In the distance, the anxious cries of the end of winter, she rushed into the netherworld, desperately holding back the purple points of light and holding them in her arms in an almost ridiculous posture.

"Get out of here, get out of here!" cried the little girl, hugging the purple dots of light as she dodged left and right in the swirls of the Nether River.

However, every time the wave is raised, there are many points of light that are swept in, and they can no longer be found.

At the end of winter, he curled up in a ball, desperately protecting those purple points of light, and said with tears on his face: "Brother Yu, you should think of a way!"

What else can be done...... What else can be done......

How...... How to save her...... To stop this damn everything?

Countless memories roared like a storm, and Yuling quickly wandered away in countless images, just to find an insignificant hope.

Finally, he found what he was looking for.

"Heaven and earth are born with a bright soul, and the soul is transformed into a ......"

"The soul gathers and settles, combines the five elements, and divides the qi of the two instruments......"

"Therefore, the spring rains and moistens, fades the barren and condenses the vitality, and the number of lives is changed against the tide. ”

"The foundation of soul condensation is to reshape, shape the soul, and create nature. ”

It was the soul condensation technique she had taught him.

The world is created, a drink and a peck, this cause and effect, is it predetermined?

Yu Ling's sea of souls dried up at an alarming speed, but he didn't realize it at all, and just chanted the soul condensation technique over and over again.

Over and over again.

Until the purple light spots in the sky resurfaced, and there was a see-saw stalemate between the Netherworld River and the Purple Dust Ruo.

Yu Ling's vision began to blur and shake, and he was in a trance like a dream.

He didn't know that his soul power had already been overdrawn, and the white jade bottle was trying to give him a stream of white light, but it was quickly squandered by the soul condensation technique.

His consciousness began to blur, but he was still muttering the hundred or so words of the Soul Condensation Technique.

Until the purple light came against the current, swaying like rain in her soul sea.

Until the Netherworld River fades away, and disappears.

Until the lifeless face of the girl in purple finally had a touch of life aura.

Until his heartstrings loosened, he finally sank into the boundless darkness.