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Liaoyang's voice overlapped with the heavy thunder in the sky.

After she finished speaking, Lou Hua's eyes flickered, and she felt that her whole body seemed to be glowing.

In the scarlet sky, the corner of Liaoyang's clothes ignited a bluish-white flame.The flame gradually spread all over her body, and in the end, she didn't even have ashes left.

The bluish-white flame devoured the little girl's figure, and finally, it condensed into a small ball.

A section of silver keel absorbed those flames. It seemed to be the most dazzling existence in the world. It only paused in the air for a moment, and then flew towards the direction of the seal.

Looking at this scene, Lou Hua seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and fell limply to the ground.

The picture in his eyes spun around for a while, and finally stayed in the sky with red clouds rolling.

He took out the magic recorder used in the mirror of the third generation from the storage ring, gave it a bit of spiritual power, and let it find Qin Dongyi's direction by itself.

What should be done and what can be done, he has done.

Compared to the little mute, compared to Lou Lou, Lou Hua is much stronger.Although he still failed to protect all the people he wanted to protect in the end, but this time, probably Qin Dongyi was not fighting alone.

Lou Hua tried his best to look in Qin Dongyi's direction, his vision was a bit blurred.

In a daze, he remembered that he had watched him from a distance like this when he was a child, and he was alone, rushing towards that big monster with black wings, towards that almost impossible enemy to defeat.

In his life, almost all the time was spent chasing that figure.

Lou Hua tried her best to raise her hand, and lightly touched the figure of the man with her fingertips from a long distance away.

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Over there, Ying Long's last remnant body returned to its place, the seal that originally restrained Qin Dongyi dissipated in an instant, a huge light exploded, and the power from ancient times was reawakened, and the undead who had been buried in the Eastern Wilderness for thousands of years seemed to be singing his praises The return of Yinglong, and the rebirth of Yinglong sacrificed with the power of the source.

Ying Long got into Qin Dongyi's sea of ​​consciousness again.

Just now he caught the recording instrument sent by Lou Hua, and in the next moment, like a revolving lantern, the pictures that Lou Hua had seen in the mirror of the third generation flashed before their eyes.

From an immature little beast to a powerful and cruel Jin Jie.

Then, that familiar person.

Qin Dongyi raised his eyes and looked at the person opposite.

At this moment, the mask on Jin Jie's face was already shattered due to the powerful aura bursting out in an instant.

He had a pair of eyes that were born with a smile, but the warm black eyes in his memory had long been replaced by a piece of cool gold.

Qi Huan.

For some reason, Qin Dongyi didn't seem particularly surprised.

Probably because he had guessed earlier, at this moment, there was only a trace of sighing in his heart.

It turned out that it was really him.

It is he who has been stumbling in the dark, and he has been guiding Lou Hua.

In fact, his performance was not perfect, but when Qin Dongyi noticed the clues, before he had time to ask him clearly, he died.

However, it was Qi Huan who died, not Jin Ji.

Qi Huan died on the cliff burning with blue flames in the ruins of the Eastern Wasteland, probably even this was calculated by him. Later, Qin Dongyi fell into the bottom of the cliff and merged with the breath of Yinglong who broke away from the seal there.

His idea is probably to make Qin Dongyi completely lose himself in the Donghuang ruins and become an obedient container.

But what he didn't expect was that 300 years ago, Qin Dongyi would use his own life to keep Shisan safe, let alone that Shisan used his own heart to save Qin Dongyi's life and change his sober consciousness.

At that time, Jin Jiao felt for the first time, what kind of person or monster, this kind of messy relationship is really troublesome.

He had calculated almost everything, but the only variable was the useless half-demon that came from him.

Now it is because of him that things have fallen into the worst situation.

Tsk, if I knew this, I should have strangled him to death.

On the altar, light flows.

Jin Jie's eyes were slightly gloomy, he was waiting for the rebirth of the person in the light, waiting to see his pupils as gentle as sunshine again.

But things went off track again.

After the light, the man was still as indifferent as before.

Qin Dongyi summoned Qinghan, held the sword flower in his hand, and the cyan flame danced with the tip of the sword, only a trace of spiritual flow turned into a barrier, protecting the man who fell in a pool of blood on the edge of the altar.

"Qin Dongyi, if you don't integrate Yinglong's remaining half-spiritual consciousness, you still can't beat me."

Jin Yu frowned slightly.

"Don't listen to him."

Ying Long reminded in Qin Dong's sea of ​​consciousness:

"If you merge with my consciousness, you will never be you again."

Qin Dongyi responded, without saying anything more, he raised his sword and sprinted towards Jin Jie.

The spiritual currents of the two colors intertwined and collided, and their strength was so strong that it caused the world to change color.

"Ying Long!"

In a cyan flame, Qin Dongyi heard Jin Jie's voice:

"Look at this Eastern Wilderness, this seat will take you back to the way it was ten thousand years ago. Your friends, your fellow clan, this seat can help you save them, what else are you dissatisfied with!"

"They are already dead!!"

Ying Long's spiritual consciousness is not complete, so from the beginning to the end, his appearance and voice are those of a teenager in his teens, and even the words he uttered are a bit childish:

"You are a lunatic! Don't you understand that dead things can never come back! Jin Ji, just like you, do you think that after you die once, you are still the original you? I always remember when I followed me The little guy running behind, but do you think, later, why didn't I recognize you?"

These words made Jin Ji hesitate for a moment.

At that time, Qin Dongyi found a gap and stabbed his waist with a sword.

Black blood splashed out, but Jin Jie didn't care.

He flew back, but he heard Ying Long say:

"Do you still remember what I said back then?! I said, as long as you are willing to guard this world with me, it's fine, but look back, what have you done!!"

Ying Long recalled the past, and the sadness in his tone was almost condensed into reality:

"You killed my fellow clan, my friends and descendants, you ruined Donghuang. This is not enough. I have protected the human race and the demon race for nearly ten thousand years with the power of the original source. Open your eyes and see, you are all What did you do?! How many lives are there like Guaibao? Are they living in hopeless pain just to fulfill your ridiculous wish one day!"

"What is my wish!"

Jin Jie seemed to be angry, and the whites of his eyes gradually turned black:

"Why do you think I do this? If I have the ability to kill those wastes, I will have the ability to return them to you. If I destroy Donghuang, I can make another one for you."

Jin Ji stepped back a few steps, raised his hand suddenly, and made a sharp whistle between his teeth.

The whistle pierced the sky, and in an instant, several black shadows suddenly appeared at the position of the Jade Bone Cult, rushing towards this place at an extremely fast speed.

The leader among them was Bi Fang, who was dressed in red, and she saw the man with long white hair on the ground from a distance, his pupils shrank slightly.

She was a little afraid to look at the man, and after landing, she just bowed her head and said:

"First... ancestors."

Neither Qin Dongyi nor Ying Long responded.

Ying Long looked at the people standing there through Qin Dongyi's eyes.

Bi Fang, Qilin, Suzaku...

They all looked familiar figures, but they all looked like stiff wooden figures, standing there and being manipulated by others.

Ying Long could hardly bear to continue watching.

On the other hand, Jin Ji still couldn't hide his excited tone:

"Don't you hate me for killing them? Now I return them to you. Who else is missing? Give me a little time, and I will return them to you."

Ying Long only felt that there was no need to communicate with this person.

He had no idea what he was talking about, or how ridiculous the things he was doing were.

"They are dead."

Ying Long looked at the familiar faces on the opposite side, and finally, his eyes fell on Bi Fang.

Bi Fang still had clarity in her eyes, she didn't look like she was completely controlled.

Ying Long sighed:

"Girl, do you remember what I told you?"

"As I said, life and death have a destiny. The lost life will continue in another way, whether it is me, you, or them. So, don't be obsessed."

"Ancestor! Isn't it good to be with us? We can go back to the way we were back then, and..."

Bi Fang spoke eagerly to Ying Long, but before she finished speaking, Ying Long interrupted her.

"Bi Fang, look at Qilin."

Bi Fang looked at the man beside him.

Although the man still looked the same, his eyes were already numb and stiff.

"Look at him. Now that you give him flowers, will he still dislike the smell of flowers, and fight with you while distasteful? If you call him Brother Qilin, will he still agree?"

Ying Long sighed, although his voice was immature, he already looked like an elder:

"There are tens of thousands of ways to continue life, but you should never trample on other lives and use the flesh and blood of thousands of people to pave the way for the return of a new life. You are not worthy, Qilin is not worthy, and I am not worthy. Donghuang is gone. The old people are gone, but the stories and memories about them still exist, and they are still there."

Ying Long's voice passed through the scorching wind of the Eastern Wasteland, Qin Dongyi heard it, Bi Fang heard it, and Jin Jie heard it too.

He clutched the wound on his abdomen, which was burned by the dragon's breath flame, and it was difficult to heal by himself.

He closed his eyes and sat on the ground sliding against the boulder.

"Ancestor, Bi Fang understands."

After a moment of silence, Bi Fang saluted Yinglong.

Afterwards, she took out a jade flute from her sleeve and put it to her lips. The clear sound of the flute resounded across the Eastern Desolation, and the gentle spiritual power drove away the haze of her companions.

Although Bi Fang obeyed Jin Ji, he never dared to fully trust him.

She has her reservations.

Just at this moment, the figures around her who were as stiff as puppets gradually dissipated.

They seemed to be separated from the entity, and each of them became a vague spirit, but the light was reflected in the eyes again.

"I've been sleeping for thousands of years, who woke me up? Miss Bi Fang, is that you?"

"Where is this? Donghuang? How did it become like this?"

"Wait, ancestor? Yo, the golden retriever is here too."

"This kid is not the ancestor, his aura is not the same as the ancestor..."

A group of people chatted in a hurry, and seemed to return to the noisy Donghuang in a daze.

"I'm here."

A spot of light gradually radiated from between Qin Dongyi's brows, and finally, beside him, he condensed into the appearance of a young man.

Ying Long was the same as them, only a translucent phantom.Seeing him, the gods and beasts saluted in a hurry, until someone asked:

"Ancestor, wake us up today, are you finally going to make a break with this golden-haired boy?"

"Hey, I've been waiting for this day for a long time! You haven't settled the revenge for screwing off Qilin's head back then."

"Hey... there's no need to mention this kind of thing."

Following their noise, those phantoms turned into streams of light and flew in the direction of Jin Jiao.

Bi Fang stood at the end, she still looked like a little girl back then, smiling, tears fell down.

In the crowd, Qilin stopped in his tracks. He was at the end of the line and looked back at her.

He was a little naive, patted his head, and didn't know why Bi Fang was crying, so he just sighed, and after tens of millions of years, he said:

"I'm sorry, the little flower you gave me smells good and is also very beautiful. I shouldn't say it's useless, and I shouldn't pull your braid."

"Come on, crybaby."

He stretched out his hand to Bi Fang.

Bi Fang looked at him, nodded heavily, and put his hand in his palm.

Afterwards, the two turned into two streams of light, and flew there with their companions.

Ying Long stood beside Qin Dongyi, with a little nostalgia in his eyes.

He looked at the people around him and said:

"Let's go, make a break."

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