That time in the Heavenly Weeping Forest, when Peony invited Erlang Zhenjun to make a life-and-death gamble, he said: "Why don't you and I compress all our soul power into one point, give up the number of resurrections, and just fight it out?" ”

Later, He Yuting also learned from Erlang Zhenjun that the number of resurrections is actually the effect of soul power.

Soul power is both motivation and resources. Compressing a person's soul power into a hundred parts to consume can resurrect a person a hundred times. As for the six additional resurrections in the future, they are actually the remnants of each person's soul power left over from the first hundred resurrections. After each resurrection, only 30% of the soul power will return to the original owner and continue to be consumed, and the remaining 70% will be divided between the looters and the system. The amount of soul power that can be plundered is only a tiny fraction of it, which is negligible, and most of it is absorbed by the system and consumed as the driving force for the continuous operation of this world.

Only a few people know how to compress all their soul power into one point, that is, to give up the number of resurrections to make themselves stronger than before. It's like running on the same running line, everyone is running with their feet in their running shoes, but the person who compresses his soul power is the F1 car start. After compressing the soul power, the backlash is also more terrifying. There is no resurrection, there is only one chance to survive left, and if you die, you will be gone.

He Yuting never expected that Peony would compress his soul power to fight. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid he's been compressing his soul power...... The reason why he would do this is nothing more than that he doesn't have much nostalgia for the world and survival. He Yuting's heart hurt so much that she wanted to pick up Peony, but her hands passed through Peony's tattered body - he no longer had a physical body and began to blur.

"Peony, don't die. Peony, please. He Yuting cried breathlessly. As early as when she first learned of Peony's identity, she imagined how Peony would die many times. She always thought that she must not be in this world at that time, and she must go away with Erlang Zhenjun, and Gao Fei couldn't see how Peony would die in the end. At least thinking about it this way reassures her. She thought that he might die alone, and after returning to the mountains and forests, he looked at the green mountains and flowing waters, and passed away; She thought that he would travel with the woman, the little hidden in the wild and the big hidden in the city, and the hand of the son and the son would grow old together...... Anyway, she can't see it, anyway, after he swallows his last breath, he will finally be one with Erlang Guiyuan...... She knew that he was going to die, but she didn't know that he was going to die in front of her eyes in this way.

"Peony, please."

The man lying on the ground stretched out a translucent hand in the rising dust. The moonlight pierced through the past, and gracefully framed a palm shape. The palm of his hand fell on He Yuting's tear-stained face. Her face was cold, and his hands were even cooler.

"Don't cry." The hand fell on the face without the slightest touch. He Yuting tried to close her eyes to feel his body temperature, even if it was only a hint of coolness.

Nothing.

It's as if the peony has disappeared.

He Yuting hurriedly opened her eyes and looked at the peony as if lying quietly on the ground. Through his body, he could see the grass and dirt dyed red beneath him. Even the blood that flowed out of his body was gradually, gradually, losing its color. More glow flew out of his body, heading in the same direction. He Yuting didn't pay attention, because Peony suddenly returned to the light and her eyes were full of light. He saw her again, her tear-stained cheeks reflected in her dark pupils.

"So close...... Peony laughed contentedly, her untouched fingers rubbing her face and her tears. Gradually, a new trace of regret was added to the satisfied smile, and Peony sighed: "What a pity, I still want to accompany you for a while longer, Ah ......" The huge ball of light soared into the air, emitting a dazzling but gentle halo. Like a full moon. At the same time, the peony also disappeared.

The meadow was empty, and there was no trace of the peony ever existing, except for the traces of its collapse.

This is the first time He Yuting has faced the death of a person. And even if this person is not the person she cares about in the first place, he must be the person who cares about in the second order. He Yuting's heart tightened, and she almost fainted in pain. She watched as the white ball of light circled around her with affection, and then slowly floated in the direction of Jiro Zhenjun and Burning Sky.

The man who used cunning means to trick and kill the peony let out a soft cry of "yo huo" from his mouth, and laughed greedily: "Hahaha, what a powerful soul power!" I've earned it tonight! ”

He Yuting's eyes widened, the grief in her heart turned into irresolvable anger and hatred, and the black substance rose like oil. She was still crying, but she didn't know that those tears had long since turned into bloody tears. Her face was covered in bright blood, and she looked even more terrifying than a dead person.

The ball of soul power transformed by the peony circled blankly above the two people. Both Erlang Zhenjun and Burning Sky stopped their movements for a short time and looked at the huge soul ball above their heads in a daze.

Burning Sky clenched the Soul Eater Twin Blades, his face full of ambition that he would win.

"Don't you think about it!" He Yuting suddenly burst out, and the black hanging on her waist moved without wind, and gradually turned into a black web that danced wildly. Her eyes were completely black, leaving no white space, and she pointed one hand at the burning sky. A series of crackling sounds were heard in the surrounding air, and countless pieces of water were squeezed out of the air to condense into ice crystals, and then countless small feathered arrows spontaneously rotated at high speed. The arrows were originally transparent, but suddenly they all turned white and gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally froze into black. With a series of "poof, poof" soft sounds, the small black arrows surrounding He Yuting, all pointing at the same person, burned black flames all over his body. The majestic pressure spread out in all directions like a nuclear explosion. The people around couldn't resist this pressure, and knelt down one after another, throwing themselves to the ground and trembling.

Even the two people who were focused on the soul power ball on their heads were shocked and looked over to He Yuting.

What they saw was a black mist, and a vague and graceful figure was faintly revealed in the fog.

Jiro Zhenjun's pupils shrank. And Burning Sky looked at the figure in the black fog with a blank face, and unconsciously murmured, "Who are you?" ”

"Ants don't deserve my name." The figure in the fog answered him haughtily, and with a wave of one hand, a sharp beep sounded, almost piercing the eardrums of a person.

"Ahh Most of the people kneeling on the ground couldn't stand the noise, and many of them threw themselves on the ground and bled through five holes.

The black mist rushed towards the burning sky.

Burning Sky took a sip, blocked the Soul Eater in front of him, and suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the soul power ball. That big ball of soul power represents power! As long as you swallow that soul power ball with the help of the Soul Devouring Knife, not only will the old injuries be healed immediately, but your strength will also be greatly increased. When the time comes, he will be windy and rainy, and it will be a piece of cake to strangle Erlang Zhenjun or that mysterious woman...... A gleaming golden spear preempted him and poked into the soul orb first.

Burning Sky was horrified to find that the soul power ball quickly became smaller at the tip of the spear, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Your gun!" Burning Sky hurriedly took a leap back, avoiding the unknown black mist. The black mist was actually composed of many tiny black rockets, and some small arrows outside the main body pierced into his body like iron nails. Burning Sky snorted, only to feel that the stable soul in his body had also been impacted, almost scattered. He stared at Erlang Zhenjun. "Your gun can also devour souls?"

Erlang Zhenjun smiled coldly. "No," he said, "this is Guiyuan." ”