It's not bad, he actually summoned some soul pieces with the same hair.

But that's about it.

People have three souls and seven spirits, and the soul pieces he collected and gathered were not even a tenth of them.

He didn't give up, and he continued to convene over and over again as if he was crazy, but he couldn't collect a single trace of it.

Her spell is too domineering, and the rest of her soul seems to be transformed into a mandala to save people, and the fall of each piece represents the resurrection of a person, and there are millions of people resurrected this time......

Now, all the mandala petals have disappeared, and the sky is blue again, and the white clouds are long.

And the white-clothed and white-haired woman has long since disappeared and no longer exists.

Feng Xinglan had done the spiritualist technique more than a dozen times in a row, his fingers were trembling, his movements were stiff, and there seemed to be many people around him talking, but he couldn't hear or see it.

Just repeating the same spell over and over again, as if in this way, she could summon her back, as if in this way, she would be able to return to him in good shape.

The corners of his lips were covered with blood, and his whole person seemed to be stunned, and his hair turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xuan Mo rushed over desperately: "Your Majesty! Don't! ”

Your Majesty saw that he had reached the end of the crossbow, and if he continued like this, he was afraid that he would run out of oil and die!

But he didn't touch Feng Xinglan's sleeve, Feng Xinglan's body had a protective enchantment around him, and Xuan Mo couldn't get close to him at all, and naturally he couldn't stop him.

He was in a hurry, not knowing what to do.

There was a sudden flash of golden light in the distance, and a person appeared out of thin air, Xuan Mo didn't see the person's appearance clearly, the person had already pounced on Feng Xinglan's side, Xuan Mo was startled, and subconsciously blocked it.

But how fast was the man? Kung fu is even more difficult to achieve.

The man just waved his sleeves: "Get out of the way!" ”

He swung the ink half a kilometer away.

Then the man grabbed Feng Xinglan's wrist and shouted angrily in his ear: "Enough! ”

This person's hand was extremely powerful, interrupting his spell casting, Feng Xinglan subconsciously raised his head and saw the face of the god Cangnan.

Cangnan Shangshenjian frowned, and the expression in his eyes was complicated and sad: "Xinglan Palace Master, stop!" Don't waste your efforts......"

Feng Xinglan didn't seem to understand, his face was pale and terrifying, his eyes were scarlet, and his sleeves flicked to push him away: "Go away!" ”

But he was already at the end of the crossbow, and instead of pushing away Cangnan Shangshen, he stumbled, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell from the clouds.

Cangnan Shangshen sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and connected him in mid-air, the golden light flashed, and the two of them disappeared out of thin air together.

Xuan Mo was taken aback: "Your Majesty! He pounced straight over, but failed to catch half of the other party's clothes.

Everyone: "......"

Yue Shaowan, Hua Mandu, Xue Fanxing, and the others who came up with them all stood there, unable to return to their senses for a while.

Over the years, everyone is accustomed to seeing life and death, accustomed to seeing the friends around them die one by one, and their hearts have become a lot harder, everyone is looking forward to the return of their former friends, and they are looking forward to the return of this continent to its former heyday, but they also know that this wish is a dream and cannot be realized.

But I didn't expect that one day my dream would come true, which should have been something to celebrate.

But at this moment, listening to the cheers that erupted from time to time below, and the good news that came from time to time in the transmission notes, everyone's mood was extremely heavy and very sad.

Yue Shaowan and Hua Mandu were both in tears, crying uncontrollably, and they couldn't stand steadily.

Even Xue Fanxing, who has always been as calm as a mountain, is also depressed, and his handsome face is bloodless, looking up at the place where Jun Crimson once stayed, his eyes were slightly closed, and tears were streaming down his cheeks.

"Crimson, all the people you care about have come back to life, but what about you?"

No one answered him, the breeze was long, and the sun had just risen in the distance, banishing all darkness and restoring a truly sunny day.

But the woman who had restored it all would never come back.

At the end of the old calendar of the Yanhuang Continent, the venerable monarch turned into a mandala flower with a divine soul and sacrificed to resurrect the common people in the world.

Since then, the new calendar has been changed to Mantuo to commemorate this lord.

……

It suddenly seemed like a good thing if it ended here......

If you want to see the tragic ending, you can stop here. Ha ha

Ahem, if you write it later, it will be a big turning point, and I haven't thought about how to write it for a while. What do you guys think about the future of the heroine?

The heroine is resurrected, does she have memories or not?