The crystal light around him surrounded the entire division.

It seemed that in an instant, Si Di fell into a coma.

Yuan Yiyi could only watch as his body gradually became transparent, and the long emerald robe was blown up by the wind and gradually turned black.

The golden white light, like a perfect cocoon, enveloped Si Di and completely separated Si Di from Yuan Yiyi.

Perhaps, this is the gap between Sidi and Yuan Yiyi.

A gap that can never be compared, a gap between gods and demons that will never be together.

Yuan Yiyi looked at Si Di's quiet face, and a light and gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A fainter and fainter breath lingered in the air.

The demon sensed that something was wrong, and turned to look in the direction of Yuan Yiyi.

The emerald green elegant robe became more and more dim at this moment, and bursts of faint light surrounded the tip of the long hat, like a little firefly, more and more faint.

The demon's brows furrowed tightly, and he took a deep look at the white devil.

The pleasant and warm voice was full of gloom and worry at this time.

It was not loud, but it was very penetrating, and it drifted far away from the riverbank, and even the slightly apologetic inquiry could be heard in a radius of hundreds of miles.

"Can you hold on?"

The pain in his eyes was all poured into Si Di's body, and the white devil hesitated for a moment, the magic power on his body became more and more abundant, and he attacked towards the black mist in the distance.

"Go ahead, it's not a problem. ”

With a faint voice, Ruo Hanmei generally has an indomitable will and tenacity.

When I lost him, I didn't fall.

When you face him again, of course, you won't fall.

The demon looked at the figure that was about to dissipate, nodded his head, and sighed slightly thoughtfully.

The movements in his hands became fierce in an instant, and he launched a fierce attack on the black mist in the distance.

The black mist was attacked by the sudden and swift attack of the demon and retreated, and the black mist on the bank of the river evacuated the entire shore in an instant, to be precise, in a moment.

The white devil unconsciously covered his aching chest, and the throbbing pain reached his throat, but he couldn't pronounce a syllable.

The dark and unknown eyes full of loneliness circulated between the lying Si Di and the black mist, and the mixed tastes in his heart condensed in the eyes, converging into a strong stream of grief and helplessness.

The demon came to Yuan Yiyi's side, condensed the magic power on his body, and attacked the black fog around Yuan Yiyi.

The black mist was like water and fire, but in the face of sufficient magic power, it could not jump a single bit.

As if they were hurt, they all regained their arrogance.

The black mist in the distance once again swam towards the riverbank, and the color of the whole river became darker and darker, and the sky was full of dark clouds, as if it would rain if one was not careful.

Yuan Yiyi looked up at the heavy sky, frowned slightly, and it was good that Si Di was still there.

Perhaps, many things are not as important as they seem.

The gently stretched arms were lifted by a gray aura, and the magic power around the body became more and more abundant, like the demon clan like a paradise.

However, the distance between the demons is too far, and it is still too far after all.

Yuan Yiyi closed his eyes slightly, and his figure gradually dissipated and became weak.

The eyes of the demon that had not changed for 10,000 years finally appeared a little wave, like the ice surface that gradually thickened in winter, getting colder, deeper and deeper, and more depressing.

Thousands of waves emanated from the demon's body, and the trees trembled with the rich and terrifying aura.

The branches and leaves rustled as if a long, long time had passed.

The black fog on the bank of the river and the white devil were in a stalemate, and the attacks and defenses were inseparable at this moment.

The white devil glanced at the silent white figure on the ground, and the resentment and blame in his heart came out of the red but pale lips in an instant, instinctively.

"Stygian Ice, wake up! Stygian Ice, whether you are a monster or a demon, you are all you! Stygian Ice, you don't want to be like this!"

The soft and weak voice, with lingering grievances and affection, echoed in the forest and on the river.

The harshness and compassion in the words stimulated the black mist in an instant.

The already viscous black mist became deeper and deeper, gradually gathering, converging, and forming, and finally turned into a calm form.

Crazy consciousness, pulled back to reality, but unwilling to admit reality.

"Oh, what kind of appearance, even if there are thousands of appearances, you and I have long been strangers, and you have no right to interfere in my affairs!"

has always been calm and rational, but after turning into a demon, it disappeared cleanly.

Today's black fog is not like the generous and restrained ice at the beginning, and the white devil's eyes are full of grief, and more angry and sad about his misfortune.

What about turning into a demon, how much better is a monster than a demon?

Whether it is a demon or a demon, they all have the right to clean themselves and thrive.

The white devil almost gritted his teeth, his lips pursed without a trace of blood, and two short words overflowed, full of hatred and anger.

"Willing to fall! Mutilate the innocent!"

The warm and indifferent appearance is completely gone, the eyes that have always been lonely and have nothing, at this moment they are ruddy like a cherry hanging on the snow-white branches in winter, red compassion, red charm, some sadness, some desolation.

The black mist slowly stepped down from the sky, slowly walked to the side of the white devil, leaned over slightly, and the white face of vicissitudes of life appeared in front of him, but it was not real.

"Hahaha! Nothing! Nothing!"

Hearty laughter, piercing through the thick clouds, Thor who was hiding behind the clouds to watch the battle covered his ears in fright.

The thunder sword in his hand accidentally rubbed, and the rain shrouded the reckless mountains in an instant.

Yuan Yiyi's figure was no longer visible, and Si Di fainted on the ground, his white clothes were soaked by the rain, and the black dirt mixed with water droplets made the spotless mess.

The demon lifted the magic power on his body and tried his best to save Yuan Yiyi, but after all, he couldn't keep his too weak body.

The emerald green robe was empty, supported by demonic balls of colored light, floating in mid-air.

The cheerful and fragrant figure is not in an open field.

The eyes are all lonely and empty, the demon hangs his head lonely, and the crystal flows in the eye socket for a long time, but it does not fall.

The power of color was instantly withdrawn, and the delicate and lovely figure could no longer be found.

The robe in front of him fell lightly to the ground, and because it didn't have any weight, it didn't make any sound.

The demon's hands clenched tightly in the long sleeves of his coat, and his white joints trembled with pain, but he couldn't save a single bit.

The pain spread all over the body, and a strong force flew towards the shore in the distance.

It was like a rusty but still pineapple blade standing in front of thousands of troops, but in the middle of a blade, after firing, everything was calm.

A beautiful multicolored pearl fell from its emerald green robes, unnoticed in the chaos.

Xiao Xiaoli came running from a distance, and just because of the transformation of his shape, he stumbled and even tripped over the muddy soil many times.

In those simple eyes, the teardrops dripping from them were mixed with the rain, making the whole face more delicate and innocent, and he couldn't get up and get up again.