The filthy and withered giant peach tree collapsed with a bang.

The twisted, hard trunk shrunk and became soft, revealing a human form.

The Great Immortal Peach God began to reveal the feminine posture in the dream, but it was not as holy and noble as in the dream, and his body was still affected by the power of the Yellow Spring, and it was still filthy.

As a result of Yachitori's attack, the blade of the long-handled scythe sank into Mommosen's back, and the sharp blade pierced out of his chest. Pulpy, cloudy blood dripping down the blade side.

The eyes of the Great Immortal Peach God were no longer frequent, and they had slightly regained a clear color.

For the last time, a dreamy power permeated him.

However, the object of this power is not Yachito and Kamiyagawa.

That blurring ability is washing away Momosen's own body. The writhing black maggots on his body struggled even more violently at this moment, but soon they all fell, turning into rotten peach blossoms, blooming, and quickly withering.

What the Great Immortal Peach God did as if returning to the light was certainly not enough to remove the Yellow Spring Breath from his body.

And the black maggot, which is the embodiment of the breath of the Yellow Spring, will actually appear in his body again soon.

But this way, at least it can be decent.

You must know that a long, long time ago, when Izanagi was just created, the great immortal peach god was just a little girl who loved stinky beauty.

He didn't want to leave as an ugly Yellow Springs god.

"Momoxian-sama?"

The Eight Birds let go of the sickle in his hand and raised his hand to hold the Great Immortal Peach God.

She had a feeling that the current peach fairy seemed to have changed back to the respectable leader she once was, and to the reliable big sister.

Although this transformation may not last long.

Yachiniao could keenly feel that the tired soul of the Great Immortal Peach God, which was riddled with holes due to pollution and decay, was about to be unable to hold on.

"Yachika, I'm so sorry...... It was as if I had a ridiculous dream. ”

"Momosen-sama......"

"Huh...... Heh......" The Great Immortal Peach God tried to make his tone as light as it used to be, "Will you come to give me peace, Yachika?" That's good, you're doing well...... We used to ...... I made an appointment. ”

Yachitori's lips twitched slightly, but he couldn't speak.

And her eyebrows and eyes drooped, and her eyes finally became sad.

In battle, Yatako can also suppress his emotions and make the most rational judgments and behaviors.

But now......

Now, the indisputable facts are in front of us -

She killed the god she once loved with her own hands.

But Yatazaki knew that she should face all this, and this kind of thing should be done by herself, and she should not pretend to be the hands of Kamiyagawa and others.

After all, she had made an agreement with the Great Immortal Peach God.

"Yachitori, you've worked hard...... You've really grown up. Momosen glanced at Yachitori again, his eyes sad, but as if with a little relief, and then he turned his gaze to the Kamiya River not far away:

"You...... There was the breath of Takamagahara on my body, and I felt it. I miss ...... I miss ......"

The Great Immortal Peach God muttered and withdrew his gaze, but this time he didn't look at any of Kamiya and Yachitori anymore.

His eyes slowly lost focus, looking into the cloudy sky, or rather wanting to see the unknown higher than the heavenly vault.

Eventually, the contours of his body slowly dissolved, and he also turned into rotten peach blossoms, falling to the ground of the wasteland, turning into a dreamy and misty power, and surging around him sadly.

As he was dying, the peach fairy raised his hand, as if to grasp some unrealistic existence that only he could see:

"Izanagi-sama...... Izanagi-sama, you still haven't been back...... Are you okay already? Don't you need my help anymore? I...... Protect everyone? Izanagi-sama, ......"

……

With the dissolution of the peach fairy, the eternal dream on the Apoqi plain finally gradually disappeared.

"Poof!"

The high-pitched chirping of the dream-eating tapir resounded over the lonely wasteland.

The Great Immortal Peach God is no longer there, and the little tapir completely controls the remnants of the "Deep Dream Realm".

Those golden dream cornerstones were all wrapped and pulled by the dream rainbow light of the little tapir, and slowly flowed towards itself.

This scene is enough to show that the Dream Eater Tapir is probably going to inherit something from the peach fairy.

And the Great Immortal Peach God did not precipitate the bones of the gods.

He is a god without bones.

As for what Momotsen left on the battlefield-

The first was tens of thousands of soul crystals, which were collected by Kamiyagawa the moment he dissipated.

There is also an A-level heart and blood.

and a black wooden hair brush in purple grape.

This wooden hair has some broken teeth, although it is made of wood, but the texture is smooth and smooth like black jade, and you can feel the obvious divine aura on it.

[Izanagi's Hair Comb (Legendary Material): Izanagi's hair ornament.] Izumi Ugly Girl, who was once used by Izanagi to block one of the Yellow Springs Yin Gods on the Yellow Springs Hirazaka, was later transferred to the Daisen Peach God. The wooden comb was carefully guarded by the Daisen Peach God, so much so that it still bears the breath of Izanagi. ]

Kamiyagawa leaned over and put away the black wooden comb.

This thing should be the "main material" he is looking for.

And after the death of the Great Immortal Peach God, the loud crow of crows sounded again on the wasteland.

Wu Tengu and Fu Dui Lei Gong appeared at the same time.

The tengu hung in the air, the pitch-black wings on his back flapping silently. Scarlet blood and muddy pus stained his mountain robe, and the blood of himself and his enemies mingled with his axe, meandering and falling.

Although he was wounded, his eyes under the mask of the black tengu god tattoo were still shining like torches, and he looked directly at the enemy condescendingly.

As for the Fudi Raigong, its situation is not much better than that of the tengu. In addition to the obvious knife wound that Mary had cut out, there were also many new hideous wounds on his back.

I can guess how fierce the single challenge fight that took place in the "One Ride and Fight" space just now.

"Finish it!"

On the battlefield, thunder roared.

The bright boy Che and the cold ghost Che shouted and tore apart the night.

Kamiyagawa took the lead and led the Shikigami in the final charge.

By now the battle has been fought, and both sides are tired.

However, due to the withdrawal of Tuzhen Lei Gong and Daxian Peach God, the final Fu Dui Lei Gong could not be the opponent of the Kamiya Group.

Kamiya's side has the strength to win against a single A-rank god.

The winner is decided.

……

Reincarnation in the dream of the millennium celebration.

Due to the battle between Kamiyagawa and others in the deep dream realm, this "surface dream realm" is turbulent.

However, a considerable number of people who were immersed in the dream did not notice the abnormality.

They are still celebrating the festival, repeating the "best day" of Tsukushi City, as they have done countless times before.

A section of the Apoki River, away from the celebratory crowds.

Oak II, with a group of people and children, sinks the river lantern boat with stones.

Later, these naughty children turned the object of the stone into a small bird.

"You're the one who killed everyone!"

"Go back to Yellow Springs! You bad thing! ”

“……”

Another stone was thrown out, and watching the bird fold its wings and curl up, Oak Er felt a little happy.

Yes, yes.

That's it, why does Lord Peach Fairy care so much about this annoying eight birds?

I'm going to give her some color and see.

Oak II bent down again to pick up the stones on the riverbank.

It was then that he heard a loud boom.

The loud and mournful noise, as if coming from the ground, and as if falling from the sky, could not distinguish the source at all.

And with this violent sound, the entire Apoqihara began to shake.

Oak II didn't know what was going on now.

He looked at the other children around him, some of them were just like him, obviously confused and flustered. But some of the children looked as usual, still screaming and scolding excitedly in the midst of such a terrifying spatial vibration, and kept throwing stones at the birds.

Oak Er stopped what he was doing, and his head suddenly became swollen and painful, and some memories that came from nowhere flooded through his mind.

Should I hate Yagato?

Should I do this to Yachini?

I'm ...... again. How many times have you done this?

Many unwarranted questions surged in Oak Er's mind.

But he couldn't give himself an answer.

He didn't know what was wrong with him.

Fear, panic, helplessness.

Enveloped in such negativity, Oak Er reluctantly raised his head again.

But everything in front of me began to become incomprehensible.

He saw that the originally peaceful and vibrant Apoqi River had become desolate and dead, and the Apoqi River had also become hideous, and the undercurrent was surging, so that the ribbons of colored lights on the surface of the river were completely dimmed.

In the next second, Oak Er heard extremely sad, extremely painful wails and cries echoing in his mind.

"It's painful......"

"Help me!"

No, no!

Don't make noise, don't cry!

Oak II wanted to shout, wanted to roar hysterically, to stop the auditory hallucinations in his head.

But it couldn't be done anyway.

His throat, his mouth, was already occupied by some kind of sound.

It was then that Oak Er realized that those cries, those wails, were not hallucinations in his head, but solid breathing from his own mouth.

"It's painful......"

"Help me!"

Oak Er converled in convulsions, and he saw his body rotting, stenching, and disgusting black maggots wriggling in his flesh.

Again he remembered, remembered everything.

Remembering what happened five years after the millennium celebrations.

I think of this endless dream of reincarnation.

How long have you been trapped by this dream?

It's a pity that Oak Er can't think about so many questions.

It hurts, it hurts.

He was still crying, still begging for help, whether it was to sink back into a sweet dream again, or to usher in the real end, whatever it was.

And Oak Er's request for help was answered.

He heard an ethereal song, sounding from somewhere in the bleak wasteland.

The song was like a sigh in the wilderness, low and distant, piercing countless wandering souls, bringing only a resonance of despair and tranquility.

It was an elegy, a requiem, flowing slowly, each note like a broken teardrop, dripping on the soul-intertwined river, stirring up ripples.

The pain in Oak Er's body was soothed, and the helplessness and fear were calmed by the pull of the song, replaced by a strange sense of peace.

He suddenly realized that he had heard the song before.

On the day of my father's death.

This is the song of the eight birds bidding farewell to the dead.

"Eight Birds...... Eight Birds...... Is it in practice for us? ”

Oak Er's gaze scanned the lonely riverbank, and the small, black-cloaked chick figure had now disappeared.

Oak II wanted to cry again.

But instead of a hoarse howl, tears just calmly welled up from his eyes.

He felt that his consciousness was pulling away from his filthy and rotten body, and it was floating up.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... Eight birds. ”

Taking advantage of the fact that his consciousness was finally able to control his body, Oak Er Puff fell to his knees on the bank of the river.

A long, long time ago, on the day his father died, he should have said this.

Subsequently, Oak Er finally couldn't feel the weight of his body, only a sense of relief.

He heard the sound of wings rattling in the wind, and saw a dim lantern flickering before him.

His soul fluttered, as if drifting in the gentle waves of water.

The dim lights flickered around him, and the souls that had also been pacified were drifting forward with him.

And in front of the dark lantern is a sea of brilliant red flowers that has never been seen before......

"This time should be the last, right?"

……

On the Apogihara area.

Tonight's full moon has shaken off the black clouds, and the moonlight seems to be much brighter.

At this time, Kamiyagawa and the others had already escaped from the dream.

The last Fudui Lei Gong was naturally defeated by them, and became a trophy of war, as well as a ration that the dog god picked and chosen.

In reality, the Apoqi Plain is desolate and dead, and the ruins of the ruined castle of Tsukushi City stand in darkness like a tomb.

And look back.

The "Peach Forest" that led to Awagibara did not exist, and you can see the direction of Hirazaka, and the stone wall of the Thousand Hikiki Stone that runs between heaven and earth.

This is the sober and brutal reality.

After the battle, most of the accompanying Shikigami and Monster Talk dispersed, and only Yatazaka and Kazuki were still here.

The bird was now hidden in the sky high, but the ghostly light of the lantern could be seen falling from the sky, and the faint and swaying blue light reflected the white moonlight.

Her ethereal and ethereal singing voice can be heard.

As a messenger of death, Yachitori extradited the souls of the wasteland who had just escaped from their dreams.

The wandering and helpless soul was given the last peace in her singing, and transformed into an illusory river lantern that appeared on the Apoqi River.

Thousands of streamers, dotted with stars, are pushed forward by the flowing water of the river, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, as if another dream has been woven on this wasteland.

And farther away from the river, a huge skeleton of the barren skeleton stood.

Beneath the crimson and tattered armor was a swaying crimson.

The bulbs of the flowers on the other side bloomed on the ground, the thin stamens fluttered, and the slender petals fluttered in all directions, fluttering in the light and dark light projected by the "river lanterns".

An Enma girl dressed in a modern uniform sits on top of the crimson shoulder armor of the wild skeleton.

Xiang Yuexun just sat and quietly looked at the soul flowing above the river, her well-proportioned legs wrapped in black silk pantyhose folded, and the hand holding the folding fan naturally drooped, letting the night breeze blow her hair and skirt high, without saying a word.

Kazuki is teaming up with Yachiniao to send the souls of the people here to the Santu River.

As previously agreed.

(End of chapter)