I studied beheading in a mental institution

In the endless sea of ​​evil spirits, the Queen Mother of the West, wearing a gilded purple robe, stepped out of nothingness.

Her eyes fell on the body of the sealed Fengshen on the ground, and a faint dao flowed out, as if she had noticed something, she frowned slightly.

"This breath..."

Queen Mother Xi moved slightly, her eyes flickered, she quickly looked around, but she didn't see any other figures.

After thinking for a while, she gave up searching, raised her fingertips and stroked lightly at the stiff Fengshen's body, a head was thrown high, and then a wisp of flame ignited, completely burning the body.

Immediately afterwards, the Queen Mother of the West flashed out again, and successively used the power of law to kill Nut, the god of the sky, and Geb, the god of the earth, who were seriously injured.

As soon as the two nine-pillar gods died, the skyscraper giant shadow who was constantly chasing and killing them slowly turned their heads, their empty eyes fixed on the Queen Mother of the West standing in the air, and shifted their target.

Standing in the raging flames, it lifted the black knife the size of a mountain peak, and slashed at Queen Mother Xi's body!

The Queen Mother of the West narrowed her eyes slightly, and the Kunlun mirror in her palm flew into the air, zoomed in rapidly, and turned into a huge mirrored sky, reflecting the figure of a huge skyscraper.

She made a formula with both hands, and with the rush of divine power, a mysterious breath overflowed.

……

The flames of war in the distance subsided one after another, and the howling storm also stopped. Only the snowflakes fluttered down from the sky silently, and the world once again fell into a dead silence.

On the white snow, dotted with patches of bright red messily, the strong bloody smell was not buried by the heavy snow, but silently told about the tragic and tragic battle.

Lin Qiye propped up his knees and tried to stand up from the snow staggeringly, only to feel dizzy for a while, his legs softened and he sat down in the snow again.

The effect of attracting ghosts and gods has gradually faded.

Tiredness and fatigue surged to every corner of his body like a tide. His body didn't hurt, but he felt an indescribable emptiness, as if someone had pulled away all his muscles and bones. Very difficult.

Lin Qiye's breathing became heavier and heavier, but the mist condensed in the cold snow became thinner and thinner. In the end, the breath he exhaled had almost no temperature at all.

His body temperature is dropping rapidly.

To Lin Qiye's surprise, this process was not as painful as he imagined. He didn't feel any pain on his body. Instead, he felt his body became lighter and lighter. rise slowly.

Even the sense of soul tearing caused by continuously carrying the souls of two gods gradually faded under this drowsiness.

"It turns out, is this the feeling after using the ghosts and gods..."

Lin Qiye sat in the snow, looked up at the towering black monument, and said softly with a smile.

In his mind, the scene of Zhao Kongcheng falling on the ground in the rainy night, his vitality was passing away rapidly, but he smiled and communicated with him, presumably he felt the same way at that time.

Ghosts and gods make their lives bloom like gorgeous fireworks. Even in the face of withering and disappearing, there is no pain, no sadness, everything is so beautiful and peaceful.For a Night Watchman who is about to die after giving his life to fight, this is the most tender destination.

The existence who created the ghosts and gods back then should also be a person who is gentle to the bone, right?

Lin Qiye secretly sighed in his heart.

Under such warmth and peace, his heavy eyelids began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Lin Qiye, Lin Qiye!" Wang Mian grabbed his shoulder, shook him violently, and shouted, "Be sober! The gods of Daxia are back! Maybe they can save you! You can't just die like this Already!"

Lin Qiye's eyes opened slightly, and he pulled himself together, as if he remembered something.

He reached out and handed the Tiancongyun Sword in his palm to Wang Mian, and after hesitating for a moment, he took off the [Zhanbai] from his waist.

There was no trace of blood on his pale face, and the beating of his heart was also faint, and he spoke weakly:

"Wang Mian...you should know this sword. After I die, I will give it to you for safekeeping...and this [Zhanbai], hehe, it is much more powerful than your [Yiyuan], yes If you have a chance, help me find a suitable owner for it..."

"Lin Qiye! What nonsense are you talking about! Be sober!"

"About Jia Lan...you help me with snacks...she fell asleep in the wing room of the courtyard in Shangjing City. I don't want her to wake up and lose a single friend in the world...Cao Yuan's body is locked with a black Wang, don't let him commit suicide frequently, something will happen sooner or later... After I die, Pangpang will definitely feel very uncomfortable... If you are free..."

In Lin Qiye's subtle thoughts, his eyes closed again uncontrollably. In the end, Wang Mian couldn't hear what he was saying.

Wang Mian clenched his teeth, and was about to do something when a bloody figure stood up unsteadily from the snow in the distance.

Under the effect of the power of life, Isis's body that had been chopped into pieces was slowly healing. Half of his face looked ferociously at Lin Qiye who was dying on the ground, and he opened his bloody mouth that had not yet grown lips. Sneered:

"Hahaha... mortals are mortals! Didn't you end up like this in the end? You have the ability..."

puff--! !

As soon as Isis spoke halfway, a bone-chilling icy light flashed behind her, shredding her neck, and a head covered with unbelievable blood stains rolled to the ground like a ball. .

Her body fell down in the snow with a muffled sound, and blood gushed out one after another, but this time, her body did not recover, and her vitality was completely wiped out.

A figure in a silver robe stepped over her corpse, flicking the three-pointed double-edged knife in his hand, splashing blood on the ground, he didn't even look at the corpse on the ground, and came to the ground in a blink of an eye Lin Qiye's side.

He stared blankly at Lin Qiye in his arms, parted his chapped lips, and softly called out:

"elder brother……"

This simple word struck directly in the depths of Lin Qiye's heart. The power that came from nowhere forced him to open his eyes, wanting to see the face in front of him clearly.

His eyes opened a gap with difficulty.

He saw it.

The face that he thought about day and night was right in front of his eyes.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his pale mouth, and he reached out tremblingly, wanting to touch that familiar but unfamiliar cheek.

"Ah Jin, you've grown up..." he said hoarsely.

"Brother...I..." Yang Jin clenched his fists uncontrollably, and he was about to say something when Lin Qiye's hand that touched his cheek fell down weakly.

Yang Jin froze in place.

"Ah Jin, have you seen..."

"The peaceful and prosperous world you left to Daxia...I will keep it, brother."