Those four strong notes seemed to strike in the depths of the gods' souls, like the most fierce storm and the most terrible thunderbolt, and they couldn't help but take a step back.

Although they took a step back, they vented the pressure of the dark clouds' faces, and the stirring music in their ears kept playing, but they could no longer hear the silent roar of the faces.

But it didn't make them much better, for the music seemed to be more terrible than the roar, and scenes of desolation and helplessness rose from the river of time in the music, drowning the gods.

As the God Emperor, the God of Light played his fingers on the white light piano, but it was not a piano solo in the ordinary sense, countless white lights jumped and tumbled around him, like a symphony orchestra, vibrating a majestic and strong continuous note.

The gods seemed to have disappeared before the eyes of those figures who had disappeared at the end of time, who had once been arrogant and eager to compete with the sky, but they had turned into dust in the grand thunder, or disappeared silently in a peaceful landscape, or they were mercilessly devoured by a black face that looked like a man but not a man, a beast but not a beast.

The dark, cold, majestic theme blossoms in the music, culminating in a powerful chorus of strings and clarinets, and then the music falls back and becomes weaker but also becomes rapid, as if the doom and anxiety are spreading in all directions, leaving no room for it.

As fate knocked, the gods felt a suffocating and uncontrollable surge up their throats, and the black faces of the memories suddenly appeared in front of them, stretching out a strong black hand made of dark clouds and pressing them by the throat.

If this is just a vision in their minds, but at the junction of the boundary walls in front of them, there is a real black cloud rolling up a black cloud face, exactly the same as in their memories and in their minds, it is their eternal nightmare, a fate that they cannot resist.

Just as they felt desperate, the music became strong again, this time the ensemble roared more powerful and dynamic, and there was a firm will, an indomitable will, a desire to fight to break through fate, and unconsciously, they felt their divine power roll uncontrollably in the loud sound of a horn.

That black cloud face doesn't seem to be invincible!

......

In Wen Daodan's soul, the soul light, that is, the self-consciousness, was painfully curled up in the white light.

She could feel the situation she was in, the fading life force, her smooth skin wrinkled and dull, her flesh withered, her internal organs shrunk, and all that she had lost was pulled into the blade of the dead.

She was unwilling, but she had no power to resist.

The body was uncontrollable, the soul was blocked, the holy white light grinned and choked her throat, and the trajectory of fate reached the final moment of its fall.

Perhaps this world really has fate and providence, so when the god of light played "dangdangdang", a voice like a silver bell appeared in her ears.

This is Wen Daodan's soul space, and there is only one person who can appear here, and that is Qiwa.

The purple gauze fluttered and swayed, and the warm breath gently wrapped Wen Daodan, who was curled up in despair, and the pleasant voice seemed to ask her:

"Did you throw in the towel?"

"Are you going to bow to fate?"

Wen Daodan's eyes were blank, it was not a question of whether to bow his head or not, it was a question of losing his head.

"Hehehehe" felt her thoughts, Qiwa's laughter became more and more agile, she no longer used that unfathomable ethereal state to ask, and asked very down-to-earth: "Do you want to die, if you don't want to, let's make a deal." ”

"Okay!" Wen Daodan's eyes burst out with a strong desire to survive, what to bow her head or not, in the end, she just didn't want to die.

As the words fell, a strong purple light rose from her chest, and on the other hand, a little white light rose from Qiwa's body, and the figure of a big horse golden knife fluttered in it.

"Ah~~~" Qiwa suddenly raised her head and cried, the waves were higher and higher, and a clear blue cloud ball also lit up on her.

The cry stopped abruptly, and the breath of the seven babies had become weakened, but the blue cloud mark on her body emitted a burst of light, and a series of figures shuttled out of it. 139

Lan Ye pulled Long Ye, Long Ye pulled Er Niu, Er Niu pulled the turkey, and the four major artifact spirits descended on Wen Daodan's soul space at the same time, plus the seven babies, there are actually 5 gods or above here.

With their appearance, the white light outside Wen Daodan's soul space became uneasy, and a giant of light walked out of the surge, but this time the giant's face was much clearer, and his aura was stronger.

"Wen Daodan, enter the divine realm, find my essence, inherit His power, and fulfill His will, that is our transaction. Qiwa's voice was weak and serious, which made Wen Daodan also solemn.

She nodded solemnly in agreement, then looked at the rest of the artifact spirits.

"Roar (We have come to save our respective masters, and we have accepted it...... Inherited the love of the seventh baby, so you don't have to make a deal with us, we will supervise you and assist you in completing the ...... A deal with the seven babies. ）”

Long Ye replied, and the rest of the machine spirits nodded their heads.

Seeing Wen Daodan nodding again, Lan Ye turned his head and asked Qiwa:

"Last time, you deliberately left a mark on me, and this time you brought in so many people, there must be no energy, can you still achieve nirvana?"

Lan Ye's expression was serious, and even his accent was erased.

"Hehehehe, no problem, let's go, silly girl, you just wait here, let's wait and work together to make the sword of the dead dare not continue to sacrifice, and then you will have a short period of lucidity, just expel a few of them from your soul space, and I will unleash the fire of nirvana to restore you. ”

"Good!"

Seeing this, the four great instrument spirits didn't say much, they each rose to the sky, and hit the giant of light, Qiwa smiled, and suddenly slapped Wen Daodan's ass lightly, and without waiting for the other party to react, they also flew up, flying towards the sky where violent battle fluctuations had erupted.

......

Zhao Yun was very anxious, seeing that there were more and more people who were crushed by the colorful whirlpool, and the people he knew were getting closer and closer, and more importantly, Yanping was also getting closer.

He felt that his eyes were red, but even if he fell into a frenzied reloading, he still couldn't make any changes, so he could only force himself to calm down and continue to think.

Think about what this is, why you're so detached.

Suddenly, he felt a change from above, and looked up suddenly, only to see a strong aura erupt from his body, and the purple-blue-blue-silver-white light vibrated and spread from her head, and a crack suddenly appeared in the sword of the past in front of her.

... This is, this is the breath of the dragon master? and Lan Ye?

Zhao Yun felt a familiar aura from that brilliance, and his spirit was suddenly shocked, and he stared at the sky deadly.

Suddenly, the sword of the past let out a mournful roar, and the connection that connected Wen Daodan was broken in an instant, and he fell under the traction of the Light God Grass, and finally merged into the Light God Grass.

And with the integration of the Afterlife Sword, the seven divine objects linked below the Light God Grass also began to rise slowly, and under the traction of the blades of grass, they slowly approached the Light God Grass, presumably to merge into one.

At this time, four figures suddenly burst out of Wen Daodan's body above the Light God Grass, and quickly flew in three directions, while Wen Daodan himself suddenly ignited a purple flame, and the decaying body was burned almost instantly, leaving only a purple one, like the mark of a phoenix.

Although Zhao Yun was surprised by the changes in Wen Daodan, he paid more attention to the silver and blue figures that flew out before, which were clearly Lan Ye and Long Ye.

However, Erniu Qiling quickly found Angelis, and the turkey also found Sita Shaohuo, but the dragon soul and Lan Ye were hovering and flying in a hurry, and they didn't seem to know where Zhao Yun was.

"Hey, hey, I'm here, I, hear, I'm here!" Zhao Yun shouted loudly, however, he saw that the two spirits seemed to communicate, and they actually turned around at the same time, rushing into the colorful whirlpool.

"This, what, what's going on...... It's over, it's over...... Yanping...... Yanping ......" Zhao Yun's eyes suddenly lost focus as the two spirits disappeared, and he kept muttering Yanping's name in his mouth.