Crafted from Fusang branches and the stone of Yugu, the sunset flying sword full of the power of the sun, under the stimulation of Anyi's essence and blood, the power completely burst out, the flying sword volley is like the sun in the world, and countless resentful souls have not yet touched the sword itself, they are dissolved and dissipated by the power of the sun released on it, and the remaining howls are one after another, endlessly.

An Yi did not waver because of this, his spirit was highly concentrated, and he continued to move forward with the flying sword.

The flying sword slammed headlong into the wall of resentment, and the black resentment visible to the naked eye competed with the warm red sword light emitted by the morning and twilight sword, and no one could do anything for a while, but An Yi's spiritual power was rapidly consumed, and his face turned white at a speed that could be pale to the naked eye.

Seeing this, the poplar tree also accelerated the speed of energy transmission, and the primordial magic power poured into the energy circuit of the Sun-Shooting Bow like a flood bursting the embankment, completely ignoring the body's ability to bear it, and soon, the skin of his left arm began to crack, and blood oozed out.

Feeling his will, the power of faith also began to move, replacing a part of the primordial magic power to fill the spirit text, and the speed of embodiment was greatly accelerated.

This time, what flashed in his hand was no longer pure golden light, but mixed with a touch of silver, but it did not reduce the sense of beauty and majesty, but added a touch of divinity.

The black skull let out a roar, and the resentful spirits that formed the huge light gray body of the aggregate also dispersed and merged into the wall of resentment, and suddenly, the resentment overwhelmed the Twilight Sword and occupied the top.

An Yi spit out a mouthful of blood, suffered a lot of internal injuries, and forcibly lifted her spiritual power, dragging countless resentful souls to death.

But the Sunrise Sword was already trapped in the wall of resentment, and the momentum of its progress gradually stopped, and the warm red that enveloped the sword gradually dimmed, and the blade began to tremble, and the sword roared.

At this moment, the skull was completely exposed to the poplar's field of vision, and there was no obstruction, it turned its head to face the poplar, opened its mouth again, and a pitch-black spiritual power gathered in it.

The sunbow had been manifested, and was held by the poplar in his hand, the golden bow with a faint silver glow, and an arrow was placed on the bowstring, pointing directly at the skull's gaping mouth.

The golden light and silver light were reflected in the poplar's pupils, and also illuminated his calm face, solemn and like a god.

"Medium!" he said, undoubtedly, like an oracle.

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As soon as the words fell, he felt that his spiritual power was suddenly reduced by more than half, and a large amount of faith power disappeared out of thin air, as if he had reached some kind of deal with the karma in the dark.

He let go of the bowstring, and the arrow had just been fired.

On the skull of the black skeleton, a large hole appeared without warning, and the massive spiritual power contained in its body rushed out like opening the floodgates, and the spiritual power cannon stored in its mouth dissipated in a burst of turmoil.

An Yi exhausted the last trace of spiritual power, coughed up a mouthful of blood again, and the already crumbling Twilight Sword fell to the ground at once.

Without the blockade of the Sunrise and Dusk Sword, endless resentment poured towards An Yi, and the resentful spirits in it grinned, roared, and roared, as if expecting a new soul to join them.

The Sunbolt that came out of the string happened to pass through the hole in the skull's skull impartially, as if the Sunbolt had shot through the skull.

Ignoring the cause, he directly locked the effect, and he was bound to hit an arrow.

Yang Shu tilted his head slightly, and saw the scene of endless resentment rushing towards An Yi.

"Anyi!" he let out a cry that was almost desperate, even forgetting the rule that you can't call them by their first name when on a mission.

Another wave of sleepiness struck him for no apparent reason, and in the blink of an eye he seemed to see the dark dream again, as long as he closed his eyes and fell asleep, and woke up again, everything would be as good as ever, no one would be hurt, no one would die.

"If there is a next time, I will choose to die soberly rather than live in confusion. "That's what he once said.

He was shaken, and if it was he who was going to die, then he would not hesitate to die calmly, but not now.

For one's own selfishness, for one's own spiritual self-satisfaction, to give up the person who could have been saved, is it strong?

If you give up your principles and pull the bottom line down again and again, then what is the difference between not having a bottom line, and you will eventually become a coward who indulges in a beautiful dream.

A hint of confusion flashed through his eyes, and time seemed to freeze, and a moment was eternal.

"Huh. He seemed to hear a laugh, and the laughter was filled with relief and relief, like an old father who suddenly discovered that his son was taller than himself one day.

He felt something retreat from his body.

Time continued to flow, and a trace of confusion flashed by, replaced by ······

"No!" he forced his eyes open, gritting his teeth and staring at the irreparable tragedy in front of him.

His will is so strong, under the effect of the ability [α-Belief Power], the spiritual power is constantly transformed into the power of faith, lingering around him, the silver light is magnificent, there is no golden light, but it is far more tenacious than the golden light, indelible and cover-up.

When the total amount of Faith Power accumulates to a critical value, all the Power of Faith disappears in an instant.

The Sunshot Bolt, which had been flying straight forward through the skeleton, suddenly miraculously drew an arc in the air, turned around and rushed towards the wall of resentment.

As the sun-shooting bow and sun-shooting arrow that shot the golden crow god bird in mythology, it is stained with the true blood of the golden crow, and the true power of the sun contained in it even exceeds that of the morning and dusk sword.

The last to strike, the Sunbow caught up with the raging wall of resentment, and along the way, all the resentful spirits that tried to stop it were melted away like shallow frost under the scorching sun.

At the core of the Wall of Resentment, a dazzling golden light burst out from the Sunshooting Bow, and then, it exploded, and the true power of the sun swept through the entire space, sweeping away all the resentment and cold, and the resentful soul was purified, leaving only the pure power of the divine soul, which condensed into light gray mist suspended in the air.

However, it was still a little late, and a small stream of resentment rushed into An Yi's body, and a black gas suddenly condensed between her eyebrows, and she coughed violently, as if she had been hit by a cold.

She immediately took out a pill and took it, sat cross-legged on the ground, and ran the exercises to regulate her internal breath.

Seeing that the Sun Shooting Arrow suddenly changed direction and shot towards the Wall of Resentment, and successfully rescued An Yi, Yang Shuqiang's spirit dissipated, the Sun Shooting Bow turned into a little glimmer and dispersed, several abilities were also suspended, and the sense of sleepiness and fatigue came one after another.

Just as he was about to lie down on the ground and take a good rest, the ruby in his pocket once again released its heat, and at the same time, there was a powerful suction, pulling the power of the divine souls scattered in the space to gather into it.

The ruby fell from his hand to the ground, and a light gray vortex of divine soul power formed above it.

Soon, the power of the divine soul in the entire space was absorbed, and in the same way, a red light appeared, and a light curtain rose above the ruby, but the picture was pitch black, dead black, lifeless black.

In other words, not the kind of black that has no light, but the light that is pitch black.

The moment he saw this picture, a heavy sense of foreboding appeared in his heart, which overwhelmed people, and seemed to indicate some kind of predestined fate.

"There's still left, Mo Qiushui," he muttered, propping himself up with a wooden knife, moving his feet with difficulty, and walking to the side of the ruby to pick it up.

Then, holding the wall in one hand and the knife in the other, he staggered out of the space, not even having time to say hello to An Yi.

And An Yi was busy with exercising and regulating his internal breath at the moment, forcing out the resentment that had invaded his body, and he had no time to pay attention to the situation of the poplar.

After a long time, An Yi exhaled a breath of turbidity, and the originally white face recovered a trace of blood, and the black qi between his eyebrows had also receded, and the injury had stabilized.

She stood up, but supported her body with the twilight sword, and when she looked closely, the exposed skin of her right foot was pitch black, and there was a faint black resentment.

"I didn't expect this resentful demon's resentment to be so condensed, I could only force it back to its limbs, and I couldn't rule it out. An Yi muttered to herself, frowning slightly, "What about Yajiu and the others?"

She looked up and saw that the space around her had returned to normal, the originally wide space had become a small men's toilet, and the black fog that had swirled around the entrance had dissipated.

Walking to the entrance with her sword, she looked up, found Chu Qiu's back, and hurriedly asked, "Qiu Shi?"

Chu Qiu turned around.

"What's going on over there?" The two asked in unison.

Before An Yi woke up, Yang Shu had already moved to the mirror next to the sink, looking at the picture, Yang Shu was in a trance.

Originally, the four mirrors in the mirror world constituted a regular tetrahedron, but at this time only the lowest one remained, and the other faces disappeared from the mirror world with his departure, his previous guess was not wrong, and the five people passed through the reddish-brown door and entered an independent "mirror world".

"Looking at it this way, the space I was in at the beginning should be similar to a transfer station, and the ruby is the key to other spaces" Standing in front of the mirror, Yang Shu took a break while digesting his previous experience, "Each compartment of the toilet is actually a microcosm of the space that Chu Qiu and the others are in, and when they find things in the cubicle, they will appear in the men's toilet of the space where they are. ”

"The lava slime has become a Ballow Flame Demon, the stone statue has become a gargoyle, and the ghost has become a resentment aggregate, so what will become of that ball of light that glows black in the fourth compartment?"

It is useless to think too much, action can prove everything, he shook his head slightly to eliminate distracting thoughts, grabbed the ruby in his right hand, and stretched out to the mirror.

As if reaching into the water, his right hand was submerged in a mirror, and a familiar chill came from his hand.

The mirror surface ripples, and the picture gradually becomes clearer.

Behind him, the black mist at the entrance had spread to his feet.

In front of him, in the mirror, there was also a deep black.

"Huh. He stared at the mirror for more than ten seconds, then suddenly let out a chuckle, raised his foot, and his figure disappeared into the ripples of the mirror.