Luo Qian sensed the riot of the power of heaven and earth, his eyes flashed, and before the Shura King could attack him head-on, he already had a lot of oppression.

At this moment, the walking corpses below also stopped and returned to dust, and it seemed that all the terrifying powerful forces had poured into the side of King Shura and Luo Xuan.

But the atmosphere of sorrow on the Lingluan Continent was even stronger.

"What to do? Can he win against King Shura, is the Night Pupil Priestess okay? ”

"I see, it's very hanging."

The unicorn couple looked at each other, nodded, and flew into the air, coming to Luo Tian's side.

"We're here to help."

"Hmm." Luo Tian did not refuse, he really couldn't resist with his own strength.

The three of them showed their skills and joined forces to fight the enemy, and a huge ghost shadow looming behind the Shura King gradually became clear, and the ghost's face was miserable and gloomy, but it could still be seen that it looked the same as the Shura King.

What it holds in its hands is the true Scythe of Death.

A shocking battle is about to break out.

Probably only the night pupil lying there quietly is the most peaceful, but this is only in the eyes of outsiders.

The soul of the night pupil has returned to its place, and she has fallen into another illusory world, a world that only she can enter.

In that world, she curled up like a little baby, sleeping peacefully, her sleeping face was also extraordinarily sweet and lovely, her face was flushed with a faint flush, and the corners of her mouth were smiling.

All around her, there was chaos, nothing, all she could feel was her own heartbeat and breathing.

In particular, the heartbeat is like a small elastic leather ball moving at a uniform speed between the two walls, light but powerful, and the sound of a light and heavy collision is particularly clear in the perception of the night pupil.

A little light suddenly appeared in the chaos of the world, and it became bigger and bigger, blazing like a small sun, and the night pupils seemed to be burned by the light, and the eyelashes trembled slightly.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, dazed and ignorant, like a newborn.

Or rather, freshmen.

The incomparably bright light was extinguished at the same time she opened her eyes, and chaos returned to darkness, but in front of the night pupil, there was a small thing that was unusually conspicuous.

It was a small, irregularly shaped black seed, very familiar to the night pupils, her memory was intact, she remembered everything that happened before she fell unconscious, but she was very peaceful, as if she was floating on the windless sea.

Heart of the Sacred Tree...... The night pupil reached out and gently grasped it, holding it loosely in the palm of his hand.

A glimmer of light peeked through her fingers, then quickly dissipated, and when she spread her palms again, they were empty.

But she could feel that the Heart of the Divine Tree was integrated into her heart along her meridians, and unlike before, the heart of the Night Pupil was no longer a container for the Heart of the Divine Tree, but the Heart of the Divine Tree had actively disintegrated its own power and fused with it.

"Grandpa Sherman......" Night Pupil was deeply touched and couldn't help muttering.

At this moment, how could she still not understand what General Sheman had done for her and for the spirit world, putting her dead and resurrected, General Sheman had buried a chance of "rebirth" in her body.

Not only that, it turned out that General Sherman himself, or the heart of this divine tree, was the key to becoming the master of the spirit realm.

Just to succeed in taking the last step, the right time, place and people are indispensable, the accumulation of the power of faith, the recognition of the heart of the sacred tree, and the detachment of the night pupil at the moment when she experienced death, pushed her to the final critical point step by step.