Silent, lonely, destined, you, me, dripping blood into sand, dry bones into a piano, playing a song to leave the world.

It was night, and a strange purple inch by inch flowed quietly in the darkness without stars and moons. Deathly silence. Suddenly, a panicked female voice broke the silence, looking particularly sad in the purple air.

"Brother Ziyue, it's going to be fine, no!"

"Yu'er, I'm ......"

"Don't talk, just go back there and you'll be fine. ”

Suddenly, countless golden rays of light surrounded the two. Edgeworth's tilt instantly panicked. She looked back at the person she was chasing.

"Heh......" poured a wry smile, "In order to kill us, he is really willing to pay a heavy price." ”

"...... Qi'er" The man in her arms called her name weakly, his eyes bitter.

"Brother Ziyue, I won't let you have anything to do, I won't ......" Tilt choked up, and two lines of clear tears fell on Mo Ziyue's almost transparent face.

"Qi'er, don't worry about me, he is cold, he is coming at me, as long as I die, you will be safe......" Mo Ziyue stretched out her hand with difficulty, gently stroking her face, and the corners of her mouth continued to flow dazzling blood.

He was about to speak, only to see a golden mang with the immortal power that broke the sky and slammed towards the two of them, and around the two of them, they were already surrounded by thousands of troops. She got up suddenly, her hands condensed with immortal power, and the purple knots continued to overdraw her breath, like the primordial power surging in the depths of the desolation, and the majestic immortal power made the people chasing behind her palpitate. The collision of purple light and golden light reflects the night as if it were day.

"The power of Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, with my blood as the medium, my soul as the medium, draw the breath of the Holy Fire of the Flood Desolation, the Nine Curved Streamer Array, go!"

"Don't!"

With a roar of anger, the purple mangs flourished, and the breath of destruction and destruction came like a flood. only heard a violent burst, and insisted that the surrounding thousands of troops and horses could not be parried, let out a scream, and died.

When the purple light on the horizon dissipated, the purple robe on his body had been stained red with blood, and the three thousand green silks were scattered in the air messily. Her body fell uncontrollably, like a meteor across the sky.

"Yu'er!"

Mo Ziyue exclaimed, struggling to use the inner divine power, but the deep sense of powerlessness suppressed him, making him unable to get up, he could only watch the pouring fight for his life, but he couldn't do anything, struggled, rolled down from the sword, and grabbed the falling tilt in mid-air, the white clothes flew away, and the purple clothes that were lifted by the wind were entangled, and the blood red that was dyed on the body, I don't know who was more tragic than whom.

Seeing that the two of them were already at the end of their crossbows, fortunately, the sword that was commanded by the Emperor was quite spiritual, and no envoy flew over to catch the two, and under the last thought of the Tilt, he carried the two to a cave.

"Brother Ziyue, promise me that you will live ...... Live......" Tilting a smile, reaching out to hold Mo Ziyue's face, blood wiped his face, "That's good...... You will, forever remember you......"

"If you die, how can I live alone!"

"Brother Ziyue......"

Before she could finish speaking, the sword under her had already carried the two of them into a cave. Mo Ziyue hugged Tilt Kiss tightly, sat cross-legged on the ground, used the last trace of strength, her hands were sealed, and holy white light poured out from his body, gradually surrounding the two of them, and the powerful divine power was continuously sent into Tilt Tilt's body, repairing her already vital body.

"Don't ...... In this way, you will die," Tilt sobbed lowly, "This is you, the last divine power......"

"Don't talk. ”

By the time the last trace of divine power was exhausted, Mo Ziyue had fallen straight down, and the divine white light lingered all over his body.

"Yu'er...... I'm sorry I can't stay with you anymore...... But, in this life, it is enough to meet you, and no matter how hard the rest of the days are, I must live, with my heart, and live. And I, I will never leave you, I will turn into the sound of the piano...... Always with you, with you ......"

He stroked the hand and hung down weakly, the tenderness in his eyes dissipated little by little with the dimness of his gaze, and he closed his eyes forever with endless longing and reluctance.

"Brother Ziyue!"

The white light wrapped Mo Ziyue's body and slowly rose into the air, and the white light turned into white flames, burning and refining on Mo Ziyue's body inch by inch.

Through the white light, she seemed to see Mo Ziyue smiling at her, just like she had seen him for the first time in the Forsaken Land. In retrospect, an object in the white flame had slowly flown in front of her and stopped.

She gently took it and stroked it carefully. In the center of the white guqin, three big characters are clearly engraved - bone qin crying. The body of the piano is full of carved manzhu sawa, the flowers are blooming, and the red is a piece, which is the eternal reincarnation of the blood condensed by the blood of the heart and the acacia in the eyes of the people of the past. On the back, a few lines of small golden words slightly emit fluorescent light:

The holy fire of the desolation burned the body. The soul is surrounded by the third world, and the bones become a piano. Just for the deep love, the bone qin is crying.

As he stared, he suddenly felt a majestic force. She sneered, her eyes full of coldness. She looked up coldly. As soon as she looked up, Cang Yan was looking straight at her from outside the cave.

"Tilt, kill Mo Ziyue, let's go home. ”

"Isn't my home ruined by you, my good brother, with your own hands," his eyes were cold, "Brother, this is the last time I call you like this." Holding the piano, he walked out of the cave and stared straight at Cang Yan.

"Tilt, what did you say! I'm your brother!" a ruthless look flashed across Cang Yan's face.

He sneered and asked loudly:

"The deity is the last immortal emperor of the immortal clan, although you have become an immortal, you will not be able to change your mortal background. To be the deity's brother, you are not worthy!"

I saw that my eyes were cold, and I narrowed my eyes fiercely:

"Now that you already know, heh-" The corners of Cang Yan's mouth hooked up a blood-hungry smile, "Benjun wanted to spare your life, but now ......"

"Dog thief, you destroy my immortal clan, destroy the divine realm, kill my lover - today, the deity will take your dog's life and sacrifice the undead of the two realms of immortals and gods!"

After that, the original aqua blue eyes turned into a mysterious purple, like a galaxy in the Milky Way, devouring people's souls. The momentum around her body swelled, a tattered purple robe was windless, and the trace of blood at the corner of her mouth added a bit of poignancy to her divine nobility. She suddenly floated in mid-air, and the "Bone Qin Weeping" in her hand turned into a white sword, emitting a little white light.

If you were in your heyday, you would still have scruples, but now, your immortal soul has not woken up, and your internal strength is overdrawn, and it is the end of the crossbow. For the sake of these tens of thousands of years of love, I will send you to reunite with your sweetheart today!"

Cang Yan held the bloody sword, and the red light lingered all over his body. As if submerged in a rain of blood, he volleyed into the air, broke through the air, and attacked in a straight direction, and as soon as he struck, it was a cold killing move.

His eyes were awe-inspiring, and he forcibly broke through the seal on the immortal soul, and for a while, the purple light was sheng, and the power belonging to the immortal emperor and the divine breath on the sword of "Guqin Weeping" turned into a sharp sword qi, showing a momentum of breaking through the sky, and it was facing the killing move of the heavens.

In the future, they have time to react, and the two have passed a hundred moves. I only heard a loud "boom", and both the tilt and the cold were seriously injured, and they fell straight from the air.

Dumping was already seriously injured before, and forcibly broke through the seal, was counterattacked, it was already against the sky, and at the same time, he had passed a hundred and ten killing moves with Cang Rin, and at this moment he was running out of oil. All the large and small airways, tendons and veins of the whole body are broken, the five internal organs are displaced, and the soul will be scattered. She fell to the ground weakly, not even having the strength to hold a sword, and her eyes burst with hatred. "Bone Qin Weeping" turned into its original form, playing a lingering and chaotic sound, exuding a clear blue light.

But seeing that Cang Yan was also seriously injured, even if he had already been seriously injured, he was not as strong as the bloodline of the Ancient Immortal Clan. At this time, the immortal power is exhausted, the internal organs are damaged, and the tendons and veins are broken. But seeing him smile suddenly, he took out a staff of pills from himself and swallowed it suddenly. The immortal power around the body suddenly grew wildly. He raised the blood again, and walked in front of him step by step:

"The Ancient Immortal Clan, the Divine Clan, aren't they all destroyed in my hands! As long as you die, this monarch will be the master of these six realms!"

Cang laughed wildly and looked at him condescendingly. Suddenly, he slowly crouched down, grasped the leaning jaw, and his eyes became gentle, forcing her to look up at herself:

"Tilt, do you know, I have loved you for tens of thousands of years. I wanted to keep you and let you live your life. Cang Yan's expression suddenly became distorted, "But why! Why do you only have him Mo Ziyue in your heart!

Tilting looked at him mockingly:

"You don't deserve to be compared to Brother Ziyue. ”

Hearing this, he was furious, and slapped him in the face:

"Unworthy? Aren't you in love with him! Don't you want to die with him! Benjun tells you that even if you die, you can only be Benjun's woman!"

"How dare you!" poured out his eyes full of hatred, staring at the firmament. I wanted to resist, but I was finally helpless.

"Benjun will let you see, whether Benjun dares or not!"

With that, he tore off his shirt, leaned down, and kissed him wildly.

"I, pour, swear here...... Born and born...... ...... with you Never die!"

The dry bones become a piano, the bone piano becomes a cry, the glittering white light is vast and sad, and a song of love is floating at the end of the world.