Boom!
The earth exploded as countless giant fissures appeared, from which ferocious-looking monsters opened their bloody mouths and lunged to devour Yang Xuan.
Facing this strange phenomenon, Yang Xuan didn't say anything. He only opened his mouth and mouthed something.
There was no sound, but Yuan Zizhen understood. The words that came out of Yang Xuan's mouth were only two words: Die!
"Die? I want you to die! "he roared.
But in the next moment, something strange happened.
When flames appeared in the sky, everyone seemed to have heard a strange sound.
It seemed to be the sound of drums.
Dong — Dong — Dong!
The cracks in the ground disappeared, and the giant monsters that came out were all turned into nothingness in the flames.
Yuan Zizhen suddenly retreated, and his left hand covered his chest, but he couldn't stop the blood that was flowing out from between his fingers.
It had been a long time since the intense pain attacked his nerves like a tidal wave, accompanied by the smell of burning flesh.
Since he stepped into the realm of True Gods and grasped the power of True Gods, this was the first time he was hurt by ordinary flames.
No, these were definitely not ordinary flames. How could ordinary flames have such great power?
Yuan Zizhen let out a huge roar, and the Earth Splitting Hammer in his hand turned into a mountain, pressing down on Yang Xuan fiercely.
"Brother Yuan, let me help you!" Pan An's voice sounded, spreading around the two of them, but he couldn't be found.
The light disappeared, and the world turned dark.
The two True Gods attacked at the same time, and under the cover of the rules, Yang Xuan seemed to have fallen into a dark cage in an instant.
The rules shrank, and cracks appeared on Yang Xuan's body. It was a ghastly sight.
His head hurt. The intense pain was like a heart-devouring beast, gnawing on Yang Xuan's nerves, and his body began to bleed.
The world in front of Yang Xuan's eyes had turned blood-red.
The aftereffects of swallowing too many souls to forcefully raise his realm were on the verge of exploding.
The battle was still going on. Black Armor and Azure were firmly entangled by Zhang Pingan and Chen Yanhe. The battle between them shattered the heavens and earth. True power was wantonly spreading in the space.
The relaxed expression on Elder Liang's face had disappeared and was replaced with a solemn expression.
The battle between him and the locust tree was even stranger and more dangerous. The black leaves seemed to have turned into black butterflies, dancing around freely in the air. Elder Liang seemed to be in an extremely sorry state.
Crack!
A soft sound came from Yang Xuan's mind, as if something had broken.
Silence!
After a moment of indescribable silence, Yang Xuan suddenly laughed crazily. As he laughed, he slapped his own forehead. "I'm going to send all of you to hell."
His voice was filled with madness, even insanity. Blood flowed from his body, dyeing the sky red.
Following the madness and blood were the two colors of black and white.
"Die, all of you, die for me!" Yang Xuan roared madly. His eyes had turned completely red.
As soon as his voice fell, the heavens and earth were split into two. Half black, half white, half Yin, and half Yang.
Blood filled the sky and the cage disappeared. Yuan Zizhen and Pan An were like two fish trapped in a fishing net, bleeding from their bodies.
Pan An muttered to himself. Blood gushed out of his mouth. His face was filled with fear and disbelief.
On the other hand, Yuan Zizhen's face was as pale as paper. His body was completely filled with the power of black and white. The intense pain was like a saw, sawing him in half.
Everyone was stunned. No one could believe what they were seeing.
Zhang Pingan and Chen Yanhe flew over, giving up on the battle with Black Armor and Azure.
Elder Liang stomped on the ground. After the locust tree was pushed back, he also flew over.
"Die, all of you, die for me!" Yang Xuan roared and roared. He had already used the full power of the Borrowing Sword Technique. The sky and earth were torn apart. Countless spatial cracks spread out wantonly, blowing out a storm that could devour everything.
This was the end of the world. This was destruction. This was the power to end the world.
However, something strange happened. At this moment, the shock and fear on everyone's faces disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a strange indifference.
The wounds on Yuan Zizhen and Pan An's bodies also disappeared. Their expressions also became very strange. They seemed to be admiring, but also helpless.
The different expressions on the faces of the spectators also disappeared, turning into indifference. If one had to describe it, they were more like puppets.
"Die, die, die!" Yang Xuan was still roaring and roaring. Under the full power of the Borrowing Sword Technique, an incomparably huge power was emitted from his body along with blood, destroying the heavens and earth.
After an unknown period of time, a faint sigh came from the heavens and earth. Following that, a clear and cold voice said, "You're going to die soon."
As soon as the voice fell, the heavens and earth distorted. The surrounding scenes began to disappear, including Yuan Zizhen, Pan An, Zhang Pingan, and the rest, as well as the spectators.
Everything had disappeared.
Yang Xuan felt that his head, which was about to explode from the pain, had a trace of coolness, which made his brain, which was about to split open, regain a trace of clarity.
In the vast white world, countless pure white lotus flowers bloomed. Waves of fragrance wafted through the air, making one feel relaxed and happy.
A white-clothed woman stood quietly on top of the white lotus, as if she was another white lotus.
"My name is He Yilian." She looked at Yang Xuan and said indifferently.
Yang Xuan's bloodshot eyes scanned his surroundings, but all he saw was a pool of white lotuses, as well as a sky full of blood flowing from his body.
After a while, he said in an extremely hoarse voice, "Everything that happened just now was an illusion?"
He Yilian shook her head, "Yes, and no. To be precise, I pulled you into this space. Everything that happened just now was in your mind. It was your imagination."
Yang Xuan took a deep breath and asked, "Little Que 'er?"
"She is very safe." At the mention of Little Que 'er, a smile appeared on He Yilian's face.
Yang Xuan let out a long breath. He understood that from the moment he saw Little Que 'er, everything was an illusion. Everything was because this woman, who looked like a white lotus, had used an unknown power to affect his thoughts and trigger the backlash of the Ten Thousand Souls, speeding up the process by several times.
No wonder he felt that something was wrong when he saw Little Que 'er.
He Yilian reached out to pluck a white lotus and said, "I originally wanted to persuade you to turn back and let the Yuan family go. However, it seems that there is no need for that now."
Yang Xuan understood what she meant.
The aftereffects of the Ten Thousand Souls Sea had finally erupted. Furthermore, it was more serious than he had imagined. It was so serious that it would take his life.
"I have temporarily suppressed your injuries. However, this is just drinking poison to quench your thirst. In about fifteen minutes, your injuries will fully erupt. When that time comes, even the gods will not be able to save you." He Yilian's eyes were filled with pity.
"If you have any last words, I can help you pass them on." She looked at Yang Xuan and said.
"Your surname is He? Is it the He that I guessed? "Yang Xuan stared at her and asked.
He Yilian nodded and said, "It is the He that you guessed."
Yang Xuan paused, as if digesting this information. After a long while, he asked again, "You came here specifically to kill me?"
He Yilian smiled and said, "I did not go so far as to kill you. I only came to stop you. However, it seems that you will not be able to live. At least, I have achieved my goal."
The pain was like a needle that pierced Yang Xuan fiercely. He frowned and his face turned pale.
He Yilian sighed and said, "Your injuries can't be suppressed any longer. What else do you have to say?"
The large saw began to cut again. The intense pain caused Yang Xuan's entire body to tremble.
He could no longer get anything out of her. His seven orifices were bleeding.
He Yilian sighed again. Her gaze fell on Yang Xuan's body, which was already collapsing and bleeding.
However, Yang Xuan slowly closed his eyes. At this moment, he suddenly did not want to say anything.
Last words?
He had many last words, but they also seemed to be nothing.
Last wishes?
When there were too many last wishes, it was the same as not having any at all.
"Is this the final chapter?" He looked at the dusky sky and muttered to himself. It was as if he was asking himself, but also asking an unknown existence.
Heaven said nothing, only silently gazed at him.
"If the final chapter is the final chapter, then so be it." Yang Xuan smiled and closed his eyes. Darkness surged out like a tide, like the end of the world, engulfing Yang Xuan and his consciousness.
"This is your final chapter!"
He Yilian sighed again. Just as she was about to turn around, she suddenly froze, and then her eyes shone brightly.
As Yang Xuan continued to bleed and his body was about to collapse, a woman suddenly appeared.
She was barefoot, had white hair, and a peerless face like a snowflake.
The woman took Yang Xuan into her embrace. Her movements were extremely gentle, as if she was the most intimate lover hugging her lover.
In a flash of white light, a dazzling light engulfed Yang Xuan and Little Snow.
When the light scattered, there was no one left in front of He Yilian's eyes.
At this moment, He Yilian quietly stood there, as if she really had turned into a white lotus.
"A Human Pearl?!"
After a while, she softly said, her voice filled with shock.
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