"Bell bell ......" This is ......

The sound of the Fallen Soul Bell?

Qing Ji took out the bell and drum in her arms suspiciously, but found that the bell was able to make a sound by itself, even though it was not shaking.

She intuitively looked in the direction of Zhaodi.

Brother Zhao, who was placed under a tree by Mr. Wu, didn't know when he woke up and had already stood up.

No, she didn't wake up.

Brother Zhao closed his eyes and walked over step by step as if sleepwalking.

Even though it's just a girl, it's a bit scary.

Xie Daozhi stopped Yingluo, who wanted to block it, and said softly: "Don't worry, let's take a look." ”

I saw that although Brother Zhao didn't open his eyes, he seemed to be able to see, and his hands went straight towards the Soul Falling Bell.

Qing Ji was stunned, she watched in a daze as Zhao Di took the Soul Falling Bell, raised it high, and raised it above her head.

There was no shaking.

But the Soul Bell kept ringing.

Suddenly, Brother Zhao's hand began to move.

The weird and graceful dance is something that no one has ever seen.

Yingluo suddenly remembered her words, which was the dance that the fairy brother taught her to dance.

She didn't say anything, she held Xie Daozhi's hand tightly, nervous in her heart.

Brother Zhao holds the bell in one hand and the drum in the other, and his movements are incomparably harmonious and soft, but full of power.

The bell of the Fallen Soul Bell never stopped.

Yingluo listened to this life-threatening ringtone, and suddenly remembered the words of thanks.

At the time of the sacrifice, the witch was to be offered as a sacrifice to God.

Maybe not, she tried to stop it, but she didn't really reach out.

The bell became more and more urgent, and Zhaodi's movements became faster, she kept spinning and dancing, but there was not a drop of sweat on her body, and there was no slightest sluggishness and fatigue.

Aohime's face turned pale, and she bit her lip.

"Once the sacrifice begins, no one can stop. Wu Fan didn't know when he had come, he was flat, as if he was no stranger to everything in front of him.

"Will she be okay?" asked Qing Jiru, grabbing the life-saving straw and hurriedly pulling him.

"Once the Soul Bell rings, no one can escape...... he said indifferently.

"Didn't you come to dance?" asked Yingluo.

"You have to be a pure virgin to do the Divine Dance, I just know how to dance, and I don't plan to do it. Him: "The sacrifice I prepared is you, who knows that this girl is more suitable." ”

"You!" Why is this person so thick-skinned! Yingluo was furious and wanted to step forward to stop Zhaodi.

Xie Daozhi grabbed her: "It's come to this, it's useless." ”

"Smack!" Yingluo slapped over: "You are inhuman!"

Qing Ji moved faster than her, and she rushed up to snatch the Soul Bell in her brother's hand.

But Zhaodi's movements did not stop at all, she turned flexibly, spun in circles, and perfectly dodged every movement of Qing Ji.

Yingluo's hands were sealed, and the yellow light lit up.

"Yingluo! don't!" Xie Daozhi ignored the quarrel between the two of them, and hurriedly reached out to stop her.

This is Kunlun Xu, in the Mountain of the Gods, casually using spells is tantamount to getting an axe in the Banmen, no one knows what the result will be.

"Petrification!" this is the only way Yingluo can think of to stop recruiting her brother.

However, it didn't work, Zhao Di was like a clockwork puppet, not controlled by himself at all, let alone bound by the earth spirit.

"Petrified!" Yingluo's tears were about to fall, and she kept trying, but to no avail.

And Qing Ji can't even touch the corners of Zhao Brother's skirt.

Everyone watched Zhao Di dance, but they couldn't do anything.

When the bells were almost in unison, she finally stopped, knelt down reverently, threw her hands up on Lin, and bowed down in one direction.

It's like the fog has been lifted in a fantasy world.

Layers of smoke floated from the top of the mountain, which was just a barren grass, and the towering palace appeared in front of everyone like a mirage.

There was no joy in Yingluo's heart.

She only saw Qing Ji who was crying heartbreakingly while hugging her younger brother.

She knelt down and didn't cry, but the tears kept flowing.

Xie Daozhi stretched out his hand to hug her, and said softly: "Yingluo, she is just living in a different place, her soul will soon be reincarnated, and she will definitely devote herself to a very happy family and have a perfect life in her next life." ”

"But she's dead......" Yingluo looked up, her face full of tears.

"To die is to live, and to live is to die. For us, it makes no difference. "Him.

"Do you remember? I once said that if you couldn't cultivate the immortal body, I would have to go to you who was reincarnated, and I was sad at that time?"

Not really, she thought it was a joke.

"Whether it is Mr. Wu's apprentice or my apprentice, although they are dead, their souls are still there, and they are not wiped out, so we don't need to be sad when we come, if we really miss them, we can go to find their reincarnation, at most one or two hundred years, we will definitely be able to find them. ”

"If I die, you'll have to look for a hundred or two?"

"Probably, I'll do it as soon as possible, okay?" he said softly.

"What if we both die?" Yingluo's eyes widened.

"That's more troublesome, one of us has to recover our spiritual consciousness first, and then go to the other, and if we're unlucky, we'll have to find another for thousands of years. ”

"So if something happens to me, don't die, you have to come to me. "He's like he's coaxing a child.

Yingluo frowned and looked at him, what's wrong, it's unlucky.

But the lingering regret in my heart doesn't seem so uncomfortable.

"Recruit brother, recruit brother......" Qing Ji cried, and the girl bowed down and never got up again.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. She had no other thought in her heart than remorse.

In order to prevent her from suffering the same sin as Danzhu Zhuoma that should not have suffered at her age, she chose to take her away.

But she didn't take care of her.

If she hadn't taken her away, maybe she would have been alive and well.

It's all her fault.

Yingluo stepped forward, didn't say anything, just hugged her tightly.

A thousand words were in her heart, but not a single word came out.

Even if the elixir of immortality can really live the dead, flesh and bones, so what?

Is it fair to exchange one life for another?

Brother Xie had already reminded her that the so-called sacrifice must have sacrifices, but she was like an ignorant child, unable to see the reality in front of her clearly, and living in her own unattainable dreams.

Until the Soul Bell rang, had she ever been worried for a moment?

Was this something she hadn't thought of, or did she simply not want to think about it?

Maybe she's just refusing to face it, she's just selfish.

Seonghime slowly stopped crying, and there was only remorse on her face, only determination.

"Yingluo, I'm leaving. "She.

"There's nothing to say goodbye to others, only you can understand me. ”

"Thank you, you helped me just now, I saw it, but this may be the life of Brother Zhao. ”

"It's my fault for all my mistakes, and I'll spend the rest of my life making up for them. "She.

"Don't think about it...... Yingluo exclaimed.