"Whew!-" Another long birdsong sounded, melodious, but with a tone of despair, as if singing a poignant and tactful song, the most intoxicating song of death in the world. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The man's illusory shadow flickered and was about to collapse at any time, and he gasped and said with great effort: "I didn't expect that this human being turned out to be the reincarnation of a god!"

Wang Xiangyu's brows furrowed, and his eyes became deep.

Long Huanshan sneered and said, "You look like you're dying, if you have any last words, please explain it quickly." ”

The man shook his head, smiled bitterly, and said, "Yes, I originally wanted to tell you about the conspiracy of the Qilin clan to be exterminated, but obviously I don't have that qualification." As soon as I die, the phantom array will naturally shatter, and then the unicorn egg that has been sealed for hundreds of thousands of years will lose its protection, I hope you can raise him to grow up......" As he spoke, his figure became fainter and weaker, and finally turned into a little white light and flew in all directions......

A burst of regret flashed in Long Huanshan's eyes, and he thought that he could know something about God again, but he didn't expect him to die.

She shook her head, it was not easy for the old hero to persist for hundreds of thousands of years by relying on a wisp of remnant soul, the purpose was to tell future generations about the conspiracy, and it turned out at this juncture when he was about to fulfill his long-cherished wish...... Gone forever......

How can people not regret it......

Suddenly, there was another sound in the fire, but this one was filled with a touch of excitement, as if it had broken through the barrier, gained a new life, and was able to transform.

"Flutter flutter. There seemed to be a sound of flapping wings.

The flames began to twist, as if something was about to break free, and after a while, a little black came out of the fiery red, and then more and more, until it was fully revealed, and it turned out to be the head of a noble phoenix!

The beak of the phoenix is black, the eyes are a pair of dazzling gold, like extravagant gems inlaid in the eye sockets, and the beautiful feathers on the top of the head rise up, elegant and noble.

The phoenix raised its head, flapped its wings, and broke free from the flaming shackles and flew into the air.

At the same time, black cracks broke out one after another in this white expanse, like a spider's web, more and more, more and more infiltrating.

The entire neck of the phoenix left the flames, and the next moment, Wang Xiangyu and Long Huanshan were stunned, and Song Yat-sen's face was at the bottom of the phoenix's neck!

The beautiful face was imprinted on the border between the phoenix's neck and chest, but it was as quiet as when he died.

The phoenix flies up again, and Song Yat-sen's entire body can be seen!

He wore a neon coat of feathers embedded with fiery red feathers, and his arms were outstretched, leading to infinite feathers, and the beautiful red feathers were layered on top of each other, but the outermost feather was a flame.

The phoenix dragged its long tail feathers and flew high into the air, and Song Yat-sen on its belly looked like a beautiful woman dancing in the air, waving her arms and stirring up the gauze woven by the flames, dragging the fiery red skirt in the air to draw an imaginative arc.

"What kind of god is this? Strange God? Or close your eyes? You see that he is still so angry when he is dead!" Long Huanshan covered her mouth and smiled, she didn't think that this Song Yat-sen could afford to make any waves, it is said that when he first awakened, he was often the most vulnerable.

Wang Xiangyu always frowned, and said softly: "Perhaps, as you said, he is the god of death......

Long Huanshan squinted at Wang Xiangyu, that serious face, vigilant eyes, not as if he was joking, turned around again, and looked at the phoenix with wings dancing in the air, is this what death looks like?