PFC Chapter 444 Who else could it be?
Chapter 444 Who else could it be?
Wan He was at a loss, what to think about? What did she want to think about?
"Do you really need me?"
The soul is still asking.
Wan He knew that this was Zi Xi's voice. What did Zi Xi mean by asking this?
Need it or not, they are all one.
But her heart sank suddenly, as if she had to lose something extremely precious in order to regain her complete self.
"What do you mean? Zixi, is that you?
say clearly! "
The soul sighed quietly: "Choose to be the complete you, or choose the incomplete you now?"
After Wan He had a meal, Shenhun would actually give her a chance to choose?
It's good now. She doesn't actually need to be complete or incomplete.
"What would you do if you chose me now?"
Shenhun seemed surprised: "After 30,000 years, his efforts were ultimately a waste of water.
The soul lock locks a ray of my soul, waiting for the opportunity to be resurrected. I live, and the person who sacrifices lives, I disperse, and the person who sacrifices, disperses with me! "
Wan He was flustered: "Who? Who is the sacrificer?"
"Looking at the passage of time, who else is willing to lay out such a plan for you and me?"
Wan He's heart beat very fast, and the answer quickly appeared in his mind. It was Bai Yuan, who sacrificed his soul to the soul lock in order to resurrect Zi Xi.
Thirty thousand years later, he never gave up. Later generations thought that he had fallen with Zi Xi long ago without finding a way, but he set up this trap and waited for her to come in.
If it was just like this, she had nothing to hesitate. Bai Yuan was Master Yan Mo, and Yan Mo was Bai Yuan, the God of War.
She had no feelings for Bai Yuan, but for Yan Mo, she really didn't want him to disappear.
"That's it, then so be it!"
She sighed quietly, Bai Yuan had spent all his efforts to set up all this, how could she destroy it all with one hand?
After 30,000 years of chess games, 30,000 years of long time, countless changes of seasons, countless springs and autumns appearing and disappearing one after another, if she said "no", how would the current situation end?
At this time, Wan He understood why Yan Mo would ask everyone in the Snow Region to work hard to open the Eyes of the Gods and obtain the Soul Lock after the return of the soul of Yang Ahe.
So, Yan Mo seems to have known all this for a long time?
So, is the current Yan Mo Bai Yuan himself, or Bai Yuan's reincarnation?
She paused for a moment: "Have you thought about it?"
Wan He was puzzled. Is there anything to think about?
She was determined not to let Yanmo disappear from heaven and earth, so why did the soul repeatedly ask her to confirm?
"I will not let Master fall!" She said firmly.
The soul sighed again: "So, this is your choice!"
As soon as she finished speaking, her soul suddenly enveloped her.
"Little junior sister?"
This call came very suddenly. Wan He turned his head. Yan Yi seemed to have come in a hurry. His face was surprisingly red, and you could even see his panting chest rising and falling.
His eyes were filled with heavy emotion.
"Fifth senior brother?"
Her response was that she was still Wan He, still his junior sister, and still Xiao Qi from the Kunlun Snow Region.
However, the moment he heard her choice, Yan Yi's heart tightened suddenly.
It seems that once the soul returns, Wan He will no longer be Wan He, nor will he be his A Luo, nor will he be his junior sister.
But she also said that this game was a must. The soul lock required a sacrifice of a person's soul before she agreed to lock another person's soul.
Now, the soul lock is opened, releasing Zi Xi's soul. If Wan He does not accept it, then Bai Yuan's soul will be sacrificed in vain and will be swallowed up by the soul lock.
Life after life, it will never come out.
Apart from Wan He's promise, there is no other way to solve this game.
The soul overwhelmed Wan He, and she suddenly fell into darkness, her eyes closed tightly, and her body seemed to be burned in a sea of fire.
She wanted to open her eyes, but found that no matter what, she couldn't.
Fifth senior brother?
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
how come?
She couldn't talk to Yan Yi, couldn't even open her eyes to look at him.
Yan Yi couldn't get close and could only stand in the corridor, watching quietly as she was entangled by the spirit, leaving the ground, spinning and spinning.
At first, you could still see her green dress, but for a moment, all that was left was the golden-red spirit that kept spinning, and finally, even her face was wrapped.
Yan Yi blinked, and a drop of hot oil fell down.
The wild female emperor Zi Xi, the demon princess Aluo, and Kunlun Snowy Land Wanhe, they will finally merge into one.
Bai Yuan, you won, you finally resurrected her.
Very good, everything is as it should be.
This is Bai Yuan's game, a chess game that has been planned for 30,000 years, and in this day, it has the most satisfactory ending.
Use your own soul to sacrifice the divine soul lock, sleep for 30,000 years, wait slowly, and watch silently.
One day and two days, one month and two months, one year and two years, ten and twenty years, hundreds and thousands of years, thousands of years, ten thousand and twenty thousand years, until now.
Bai Yuan, you really can afford to wait!
Sacrifice with one's own soul, lock the soul of the child, and twins will die.
If Zixi doesn't want to go back, he will also perish; if Zixi wants to go back, he can be reborn.
He gave Zi Xi a chance to make a new choice, and she had the final say on life and death.
Is this why 30,000 years ago, Shura God of War Bai Yuan went to heaven and earth to find a way to resurrect Zi Xi?
Is it really just a Fu Shen Tower, a God's Eye, and a Soul Lock?
Yan Yi felt a sudden pain in his heart, a white light flashed across his eyes, and there was a voice in his mind.
"Are you there too?
It's time to return..."
He had never heard this voice before, but it was as familiar as his own.
return?
How to return?
Return to where?
Yan Yi's confused eyes looked at Wan He, who was completely wrapped in the soul. It seemed that he was about to separate from her, but she was still in the soul and had no idea.
Suddenly a strong demonic energy swept over him. As he expected, countless demonic cultivators penetrated into the Jiuxiao Competition, and the cultivation of these demonic cultivators were far higher than those of the Fourth Yin Palace.
Yang San Palace, Bipolar Room, Qiankun Hall, these three powerful forces in the Demon Cave should all be here.
"Hurry up and stop the ancient god from awakening!"
"That is a disciple of the Kunlun Snow Region. The Ancient God is a disciple of the Snow Region. Waking up will be detrimental to us, so do your best to stop it!"
The reasons for the demon cultivators to move forward rang in Yan Yi's ears, coming from under their feet, from behind, and from all directions.
"昘"
The Liushuang Sword came out, a cold light shot into the sky, and the cold sword energy instantly condensed into substance. Without looking back, he made a backhand swing with the sword and swung it away in an arc. The screams immediately resounded throughout the Fu Shen Tower.
The young man didn't speak, he just killed, moved, flashed, disappeared, flew past, teleported...
Every time he makes a move, the lives of dozens of demon cultivators will be taken away.
No matter how hard the demon cultivator worked, how desperate he was, how cruel he was, he still couldn't get even half close to Wan He wrapped in his soul.