A dazzling light flew towards me. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info and I, exhausted my mana, my whole body collapsed to the ground, and I didn't even have the strength to dodge.

I watched it pass through my chest, but I could only bite my lower lip and try to restrain myself from screaming in pain. I don't want to make everyone worry about me at this critical juncture, especially him. But he still knew, and he ran at me like crazy: "Bones! Bone! How are you? ”

I confess that the joy in my heart is far greater than my concern for him. I'm happy, and it's worth it to be able to lie in this embrace before I die. The strange thing is that he is obviously happy, but two lines of tears overflow from the corners of his eyes.

My name is the Bone Elf, and I am a transfiguration from the immortal white bones, and I have grown up in the Netherworld since I was a child. The underworld is dark and lonely, lifeless, and the wandering spirits who come and go cry all day long, without exception, to return to the yang world, and there is no one in the Three Realms who is not afraid of death. When I saw them, I felt sorry for them. However, Master told me that there is no absolute life and death for beings in the Three Realms, and that the end of one life unexpectedly leads to the beginning of the next. My master is the King of Jizo in the underworld, and he once said that hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha. In the eyes of others, Master is the high King of Jizo, but in my eyes, he is like a father and a mother. I never question what he told me. So, I looked at life and death, and I thought I saw life and death. At least until this moment, I thought so.

I was so scared for the first time, I was afraid that I wouldn't feel the temperature in his arms: "Swordsman!" Me, I...... Can you hold me tight? "I wanted to tell him that I didn't want to die. Even if I can be reincarnated, I don't want to forget him, this red-haired boy, who always seems to have a smile on his lips.

"Bones, bones, you're not going to die. No, we are all people of destiny, Chiyou has not been sealed yet, how can you die? No, it won't ......," muttered the swordsman.

It was too late, I barely raised my heavy eyelids, and everyone's mana had already dissipated. And Chiyou was still standing there. No wonder others say that Chiyou is the god of war, life is endless, and the battle is endless.

This battle was a complete defeat.

Something was stirring in my chest, and I looked down to see a glowing jade flying out. There was a glimmer of hope in my eyes: "Yes, it's the Jade of the Soul." Swordsman, Jade of Soul. "I don't know if it's because of joy, I was about to die and actually spoke very fluently. At least that's what I thought at the time.

The swordsman also understood what I meant. Everyone took out their own piece of life soul jade, which was the key to sealing Chiyou.

But once the Jade of the Soul is used, the condition is that the primordial spirit of every Heavenly Destiny must be introduced into it. In fact, if you don't make some sacrifices, you want to seal the ancient evil gods, how can there be such a cheap thing!

This season is autumn, and Mo is full of withered red leaves, mixed with the strong smell of blood in the air, which is simply a human tragedy. Finally, it's coming to an end.

Chi You has been sealed, but I don't know how long our power can make the Three Realms peaceful, and the next time Chi You breaks the seal, what about the people of destiny who should be born in response to the catastrophe! Forget it, after all, that was a long, long time later.

I watched everyone's bodies be as transparent as I was, and it seemed that the primordial spirit was about to disperse.

I looked around, and the red leaves all over the ground were very suitable for our situation.

You don't see the red leaves all over the ground, and they are full of blood in people's eyes.

I finally took a deep look at the swordsman, and the red-haired boy had the same complicated look in his eyes as I did.

I tried to reach out and cover his brow, but he frowned again and realized that my body was almost gone.

"Wait for me to ......," he said word by word, as if it had taken a lifetime of effort. But these two short words are enough.

I can't ask for it, in the next life, I don't want to live and die like this again. That red-haired boy fighting with swords, where will you wait for me?