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High in the sky, Yu Beiming tried hard to support his body with the sword, and kept chanting the formation formula:

"The sky and the earth are boundless, and the universe lends its strength."

"I will use my blood to drive away your evil spirits."

"The noble and righteous spirit will last forever in the world;"

"The evil and crooked ways will be shattered without a trace!"

The next moment, more blood spurted out of his chest, and the bright red blood filled the entire world.

Soon, the red blood mist all over the world emitted a dazzling golden light, carrying a majestic and powerful righteous spirit, burning away all the evil spirits!

"Yu Beiming you...you...ah!"

The evil god's wailing voice suddenly disappeared, and the barrier in the sky began to crack, like broken glass falling like rain.

Yu Beiming could no longer hold on, and his body swayed and fell from the sky.

"Beiming!" Sang Feiwan leaped up and caught Yu Beiming's body when he was about to fall to the ground.

He was covered in blood, and his spotless white shirt had been dyed a shocking fresh red, as if the whole person had been fished out of a pool of blood.

Due to excessive blood loss, his face was as pale as paper, and even his lips had lost their former color.

"I will give you a blood transfusion and spiritual power. I will save you. Bei Ming, I will save you!"

This man, who had always been calm and indifferent to life and death, was now completely panicked. Even the hand that was supplying him with spiritual power was shaking uncontrollably.

Yu Beiming's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he tried hard to open his eyes: "Don't waste your energy... I used the essence of my heart, which can't be replenished... can't be replenished. Wanwan, I wanted to spend a few more days with you and then... activate the blood formation to break the deadlock, but unfortunately... Wanwan..."

He stretched out his trembling hand, wanting to touch the face of his beloved woman for the last time, but when he saw his hands covered in blood, he paused.

When the blood-red hand was about to fall, Sang Feiwan held it tightly.

She carefully placed his hand against her cheek.

His hands were as cold as ice, so she hugged him tightly, letting his hands press against her cheeks, trying to give him as much warmth as possible.

Therefore, her face and body were stained with his blood.

Yu Beiming murmured with difficulty: "Dirty..."

Even at the last moment of his life, he couldn't bear to let any stains stain her face.

"You are not dirty. You are never dirty. Bei Ming, please don't die. I beg you not to die..."

Yu Beiming wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

The pair of eyes that were full of tears and always twinkled with stars when they stared at Sang Feiwan slowly froze. The starlight in the eyes also extinguished little by little.

A golden shadow separated from his body, but it fell apart in an instant and turned into countless stars that dissipated.

Sang Feiwan was horrified and reached out her hand hurriedly to gather his soul and take it back, but she couldn't hold it, not even one.

“Come back, all of you, come back!” Sang Feiwan used his spiritual power to create a soul-gathering net, trying to gather his soul and not let him end up with his soul scattered.

But the shattered soul fragments penetrated the soul gathering net directly and floated away into the distance.

At this moment, the illusion disappeared and the surrounding scenery returned to the real world.

Xiaobai, Zhang Xuexue, Xiaohei, the tree demons, Lao Qiu, Bai Jun and others have all arrived. When they saw Sang Feiwan suddenly appear, they were about to breathe a sigh of relief, but then they saw Yu Beiming, who was covered in blood and lifeless.

Countless specks of light, like fireflies, flew away from Yu Beiming's body.

Sang Feiwan had no time to explain and shouted, "Those are Bei Ming's souls. Capture his souls and don't let them fly away!"

Xiao Hei was the first to jump up and threw himself on Yu Beiming's body, trying to hold down the already broken souls.

Xiaobai and Zhang Xuexue flew high into the sky and tried to catch the fragments that had already flown away.

Other tree spirits also stretched out their branches, trying to catch those spots of light.

Unfortunately, it was all in vain.

Even Sang Feiwan couldn't retain Yu Beiming's soul, let alone others.

They could only watch as the soul fragments flew higher and higher, farther and farther, and finally disappeared from their sight.

“Don’t disappear!” Sang Feiwan had already flown into the air, but due to the blood rushing into his heart, he instantly fell from the sky. Fortunately, he was caught by Zhang Xuexue below.

Sang Feiwan said anxiously: "Xuexue, don't worry about me, go after him! Otherwise, Bei Ming will be shattered and will never come back!"

Zhang Xuexue choked up and said, "It's no use. Master Yu's soul has already...dispersed."

"Dispersed?" Sang Feiwan looked up blankly. The sky was gray-blue and almost dawned.

A crescent moon hangs lonely in the sky, watching over the vicissitudes of billions of years.

The dark clouds beside gradually dissipated, and a golden star suddenly appeared. It was bright and dazzling, accompanying the moon for billions of years. Although it was tens of millions of kilometers away, it seemed to be very close.

Companionship is the most lasting confession, even if the years are ruthless and the stars and the moon are silent.

Sang Feiwan's heart suddenly ached, and tears silently fell...

Yu Beiming, it turns out that losing you is so painful...

Lao Qiu was crying loudly beside him: "Master, Master..."

Xiao Hei turned around, rubbed Yu Beiming's face, and licked his cheek. In the past, whenever Xiao Hei couldn't control his instinct and wanted to lick Yu Beiming's fur, he would be pushed away with disgust.

But now, it was licking his face so hard, and he was not angry at all.

Is he really... dead?

Do not!

Xiao Hei unwillingly nudged his body with his head: "Wake up, Master! Meow, we should practice, Master, I will work hard. Meow, I promise not to sneak away or eat greedily anymore. Meow, get up, if you don't get up, who will supervise me? What if Lao Qiu bullies me? I allow you to call me Xiao Feng, Master, as long as you wake up, you can call me anything you want... Master..."

Zhang Xuexue covered her face and cried, "Master Yu is such a good person, how could he..."

Xiao Bai silently shed tears: "No wonder he said before he went in that he would definitely find a way out. It turns out that he had thought of this method from the beginning."

The other tree spirits also gathered around and sobbed quietly.

The sandalwood tree demon endured the pain and comforted Lao Qiu: "Old friend, don't be too sad. Otherwise, Master Yu will not be at peace when he leaves."

The more people tried to persuade him, the louder Lao Qiu cried, as if the Yellow River burst its banks:

"Master, if you want to leave, please take me with you! We have been dependent on each other for so many years. How can you bear to abandon your disciple? Master, I haven't been filial to you yet, you..."

Suddenly, Lao Qiu's crying stopped abruptly, as if the pause button was pressed.

"No, my master is not an ordinary person! He is the patron saint of China, how can he die so easily? He can't die! Even if he really died, the Golden Dragon must have a way to revive him."

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings suddenly became quiet and everyone's eyes were focused on Lao Qiu.

Lao Qiu wiped the tears from his face and said, "My master's life is closely related to the dragon vein. The golden dragon will not stand by and watch him die."

Hope suddenly rose in Sang Feiwan's heart: "Go to Shoulong Mountain, now!"