Qingluan can be the dissipated starlight, she knows that Ziwei's body is gone, and it is time to send his heroic soul to the sea of stars.

Her eyes were cold.

She had seen this kind of thing countless times, some more than unwilling, some more powerful, and some more powerful.

So, she didn't care what he was.

She just took out the jade flute around her waist and put it on her red lips, and her eyebrows and feet were frivolous, and she was about to send a requiem out.

All the stars should return to the sea of stars.

Even if it's just a cage, it's much better to wander around the world like a lonely ghost.

But when the tone of the requiem sounded, Qingluan's brows furrowed slightly.

She felt some kind of resistance.

Like a trapped beast struggling, the strength of his dying burst is often more astonishing and unexpected.

Qingluan didn't like such things.

It wasn't that Star Pavilion had never encountered such a thing before.

After ordinary people lose their physical bodies, their souls wander unconsciously until they completely dissipate. This period is not too long, it can be as little as a few days or as long as half a year.

But the stars are different, they are too powerful, so strong that their heroic souls will not be dispersed even for a hundred years.

But this is not a fortunate thing, the more powerful the power, the more people will be watching.

Especially the group of remnants who are dormant in the world, dreaming of reigning in the world again.

More than thirty years ago, a mourner was killed by a dying star, and his soul was now in the hands of the remnants, which became a major problem in the heart of the Star Pavilion today.

The Stars are a very powerful group of people, and they are far more powerful than the world understands them, and far more than they themselves understand themselves.

It's just that due to the limitations of certain rules, their power is suppressed.

And when a star dies, the cause and effect of his life are broken, and the rules of the world can no longer bless him, and the star death at that time is strong enough. And such a power is not tolerated in the world, or it is not tolerated by the Star Pavilion.

Of course, Qingluan doesn't know much about such a thing, she just wants to send the heroic soul of Ziwei in front of her to the sea of stars, this is her mission. She can't afford to lose.

Therefore, there was a rare condensation of evil aura between her eyebrows, she pulled the spiritual power around her body, she wanted to play a requiem, if this crape myrtle soul still refused to stop, then she could only kill it.

Yes.

This is the rule of the Star Pavilion.

The stars with Tao can return to the sea of stars, and those who have no way and those who are still obsessed with death have to let his soul fly away.

Funeral, funeral.

Those who follow will be sent, and those who go against will be buried!

And so, the distant and long requiem returned.

The clouds are surging, and the stars are bright. Illuminate the already bright sky as if it were daylight.

An edict poured from heaven and earth.

It is like the roar of the convergence of the thoughts of all things, and it is like the persuasion of all beings to pray and wish.

Faintly, another voice seemed to sound.

"Ziwei today, the soul returns to the sea of stars!"

Every byte of that sentence turned into a visible edict at this moment, and slapped on the heroic soul of the emperor one after another.

His soul was tumbling, like boiling water, and bursts of green smoke kept coming out.

The requiem coming from the Qingluan jade flute became more and more urgent.

Like a rainstorm hitting pear blossoms, the tone of Jin Ge's broken iron horse suddenly echoed in the heavens and the earth.

It seems to be in response to such a tune.

The twinkle of the stars became more and more dazzling, and the tumbling of the sea of clouds became more and more manic.

It's like an angry deity giving a final warning to that soul.

The suction from the crape myrtle stars is also getting stronger and stronger.

Xiahou Haoyu's soul was constantly being pulled at this moment, as if it was about to be torn apart.

But he didn't give in.

His soul roared at Qingluan, and also roared at this heaven and earth.

But alas.

But no one could hear what he was saying.

The soul has no voice, or rather, the voice of the soul cannot be heard.

Qingluan's brows furrowed even deeper, she could feel that Ziwei's soul was getting weaker and weaker, if he continued like this, then his soul would either be completely shattered by the power of heaven and earth contained in the requiem, or it would be torn in two by the pulling force from Ziwei Xingchen.

It was something she couldn't understand.

Why is it that even if the soul is gone, he still does not want to return?

But a lot of times, a lot of things, she doesn't need to know too much.

All she needs is to continue her mission.

As a result, her eyebrows sank, and the requiem from the jade flute changed, and the killing machine emerged.

At that moment, all the edicts dissipated violently, and in a moment they gathered again into a large, golden word.

"Extinguish!"

The stars fade and the sea of clouds fades.

In the dim world, there was only one golden character, wrapped in irresistible majesty, rushing towards the heroic soul.

Xiahou Haoyu's figure was frozen by the suction from the stars, and he couldn't dodge.

His soul power was almost exhausted in the struggle with those great forces of heaven and earth, and he was powerless to resist.

So, he just looked at the golden character that was getting closer and closer.

Waiting for the murderous machine contained in it to destroy all his heroic souls.

At that moment, he straightened his body again.

He is the emperor of the earth.

He has a golden mouth, life and death.

He did whatever he wanted.

Therefore, God gave Dawei 800 years of national fortune, and he wanted to exhaust it within 100 years.

Therefore, Xingchen Pavilion wants his soul to return to the sea of stars and shine on the world, but he wants to stay in the world and does not want to return.

He should be the master of the earth.

He is the Son of Heaven, the Holy Emperor admired by all people, and the Emperor of the Ages.

Only he has the final say in his affairs.

Anyone who tries to arrange a way for him, whether it is good or bad, will not get his way.

Even if you want to die, you have to be gone.

He will also die like an emperor.

With such a thought, Xiahou Haoyu's eyes slowly closed, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a smile.

After all, he didn't let the heavens get his wish, but he couldn't see the chaotic times in the world ten years later, and he felt a little regretful in his heart.

But at this time.

A red light flashed, and the old man, who had been prostrate on the ground, stood up at some point.

His half-squinted eyes suddenly opened at that moment.

"Broken. ”

He said this, his voice was low, but it was extremely clear into Qingluan's ears.

The pupils in her eyes dilated suddenly at that moment, as if she felt something extremely terrifying.

She was about to say something, but the next moment, her body shook like a broken stitch, and finally she retreated several feet, a smear of blood spurting out of her mouth.

And that golden character, because of the loss of her traction, was called as a broken streamer, dissipating between heaven and earth.

Xiahou Haoyu, who came back to his senses, was slightly stunned, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the old man with white hair. seems to be very puzzled why the other party would save him.

But he couldn't speak, because no matter what he said, the other person couldn't hear or feel it.

Therefore, he just nodded solemnly to the old man, and his body was stunned, turning into a streamer that ordinary people couldn't see at all, and fled into the distance.