The blinding light seemed to silence the battlefield, but the sky behind the shield was not completely motionless.

Just as the shield was about to be pierced, a black ball was thrown from behind the shield.

Although that small cloud of darkness was somewhat inconspicuous in front of the light, the creepy feeling was tightly entangled with Xiao Yin.

The light was gone, but that was only the beginning of another light. Xiao Yin's hands clenched at this time, and a stronger light also appeared in his palm.

The light poured down from his fingers, and with the light it shed, the solid, pure white ground was like some soft earth, and the light plowed deep into the ravine.

It seems that he can't master this trick too well, and after several attempts, Xiao Yin focused all the light on the darkness.

And when he did so, the darkness burst violently.

The originally loud bang reverberated repeatedly, and turned into silence, and even Zongtian, who was hiding behind the shield, lost consciousness at that moment.

I don't know how many seconds I was unconscious, but when Zongtian came to his senses, he hurriedly looked at the other side of the shield.

Xiao Yin was still standing there, although there were a lot more scars on his body, but he was still standing.

Seeing such a situation, Zong Tian couldn't help but be a little annoyed, but his mood couldn't let him make any big moves anymore.

Hiding behind the shield, Zongtian listened to the movement on the battlefield while recovering his almost dry soul energy, and the sudden footsteps also tugged at his heartstrings.

It seems that because of the scars on his body, Xiao Yin's footsteps seem to have a stumbling meaning, but what makes Zong Tian even more puzzled is that the direction of the footsteps is not towards himself.

couldn't grasp the situation on the battlefield, so Zongtian poked his head out again, but the scene that appeared in front of him made him almost sit on the ground.

Because Xiao Yin, who was full of scars, was frantically pouring wine, pouring the bottle of wine that could be drunk even if he lost.

Fortunately, I almost sat on the ground, just because of a moment of relaxation.

"It's a big loss."

Probably because of the pain of the wound, Xiao Yin was a little short of breath, and after just swallowing a few mouthfuls, he actually put down the bottle of rare treasures.

"Do you mean that your own injury is exchanged for this bottle of wine?"

"Don't ask such stupid questions, okay?"

Hearing Zongtian's words, helplessness was directly written on Xiao Yin's face.

"Speaking of stupidity, I'd like to ask an even more stupid one."

"Then I'm a little curious, how stupid can that question be?"

"Why not hold on?"

Looking at Zongtian's serious gaze, Xiao Yin just smiled.

"It's a stupid question, if I insist on it, I might win, but the loss will only be bigger, right?"

"But ......"

"Nothing."

Before he could finish speaking, he was rudely interrupted.

"Wine is a good thing, but it's not a reason to stick with it."

Hearing this, Zongtian seemed to be silent, and some untimely applause also rang out at this time.

"Now that the winner has been decided, let me congratulate the winner."

Such words were naturally said to Zongtian, but Xiao Yin put on a stinky face.

"Is it so useless if you lose?"

"Or else?"

As God said this, another bottle of wine appeared in his hand.

"But let me compensate you a little."

Hearing such words, Xiao Yin seemed to want to be hard again, but looking at the little residual wine left in his hand, he still took the bottle.

"Can you tell me where the exit is?"

"You walk out that door and you can go back to your city."

In the face of those words that had no confidence, God still gave an answer, and Xiao Yin took that swaying step again.

"Xiao Yin."

Looking at the back, Zongtian suddenly opened his mouth.

"What?"

It seemed to have completely returned to his usual state, and Xiao Yin had changed back to the face of the bastard.

"I'll take care of your wine later."

"Remember what you said."

A smile crossed Xiao Yin's face, and then he just left without looking back.

"First of all, let me congratulate you again."

After the door was closed, God waited a moment before he could say such a word.

"So the soul plane was preserved?"

It seems that he feels that victory came too easily, and Zongtian is still a little sudden, as if he is no longer the person who is resentful because Xiao Yin can still stand.

"Not necessarily."

"What?!"

"After all, I don't know what you're going to decide in the end."

"So let me be a god, it's really not a joke."

"It seems that no matter what I say, you will have a hard time accepting it."

After a little bit of distress, God finally understood what the problem was.

"Then I'll just let you feel it."

With a flash of light, a small soul beast appeared in front of the god.

"You know, right? Forget it, it doesn't have to be so troublesome. ”

This time, the light appeared on Zongtian's body, and the small soul beast was directly integrated into his body.

"Is this the soul plane?"

Although he can be regarded as having two soul beasts, this feeling of heart-to-heart connection is the first time that Zongtian has felt it, and that soul beast is naturally the key to controlling the soul plane.

"That's it, you can study it yourself, and I can finally take a vacation."

Dropping such words, God walked toward the door.

"Wait, what do you mean to take a vacation?!"

In the face of such changes, Zongtian was naturally impatient.

"In fact, you don't have to influence the changes in the world too much, and it's a good choice to go with the flow."

"I didn't mean this, you just threw the whole world to me?"

"Far from you, that's what you mean, but it seems to make some sense."

After a moment of contemplation, God's gaze finally fell on Phantom Bone.

"How about you stay?"

"Why? I ......"

"Don't you want to?"

In the face of Phantom Bone's agitation, God easily gagged her with just one question.

"Besides, it's not goodbye, we always have a chance to meet again."

As he said this, God's hand rested on the doorknob, and when the door closed again, there were only two lives left in the soul plane.

"So God, what are we going to do?"

Although Phantom Bone said such words respectfully, Zongtian's expression was a little strange.

"Actually, I was still thinking just now, if you call me master, I should ......"

But those words eventually turned into an embarrassing cough, and Phantom Bone directly acted as if he hadn't heard it.

"Let's go to the soul plane first, after all, it's time to get up."