The darkness seemed boundless, and the gusts of cold wind carried an incomparable chill, eroding Ji Qiang's consciousness.

I woke up slowly from my drowsiness, feeling my consciousness gradually disappearing, and a faint sadness emerged in my heart.

On the eve of this soul-crushing moment, the depths of my memory seemed to be covered with thick dust, and I could not recall those past events.

He looked around blankly, and a trace of regret inadvertently remained in his heart, turning into a mark that would never go away.

The gentle sigh seemed so weak, floating quietly into the distance.

Who is paying attention in the darkness, who is crying silently?

Who is calling, who is looking back again and again?

Faintly, the consciousness becomes weak, almost wanting to follow the wind.

But there was a faint, distant and familiar voice, but it seemed so vague.

Who is trying to persuade him to stay, who is crying loudly, who is lamenting silently, who is crying in the wind?

Everything is covered in darkness and turned into the breeze.

Darkness swallowed his consciousness again, silently leading him to the place of relief.

While he was in a coma, a voice sounded again, bursting with questions, trying to touch him.

Are the memories of the past really blurry? Do the memories of the past follow the wind?

When a lifetime of perseverance ends like this, does that feeling of the soul still remain in the depths of the soul?

In the sound of anger, the blood shadow changed its shape, trying its best to get rid of the entanglement of the fighting spirit. But at this moment, the fighting spirit made up its mind to die, and would never let go as long as it didn't die.

In the dazzling brilliance, a faint ink-colored light flows faintly, which is the soul power of the fighting spirit that is continuously gushing out.

In mid-air, Pangu's giant ax exudes a vast expanse of evil, its power has been accumulated to the highest point, this time it explodes, it is violent and domineering, and there is no way to resist it.

There were strange roars and thunder, and the air flow was like the sky opening up, sweeping wildly around the fields. The black light pillar instantly split into nine, and then the nine turns returned to one, twisting and bounding, and finally formed the Great Way to True.

Gathered into a force that destroyed everything, the soul of war and the blood shadow were entangled together to form a blood cloud, which was forcibly destroyed.

The residual energy carried strong destructive power, scraping layer by layer on the blood shadow's body. In just a blink of an eye, the powerful energy tore the blood shadow's skin and destroyed its meridians.

With a sharp roar, the blood shadow twisted its body in danger and struggled to get rid of the shackles of the spirit of fighting. The figure flashed at an extremely fast speed, dodging desperately in mid-air at an extremely weird frequency.

At this moment, the blood-colored brilliance of the blood shadow fluctuated sharply all over his body. He was obviously seriously injured. He stared at Pangu's giant ax with a horrified expression and trembled.

The spirit of war returned to Pangu's giant axe with infinite regret. He was extremely weak and regretted that he could not restrain the blood shadow. Otherwise, this time, the blood shadow would be buried under Pangu's axe.

Ji Qiang opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the dark surroundings. Ji Qiang's consciousness was very weak.

Who is it? Why can’t I hear you clearly? What do you want to say? Please speak louder, I can’t hear you.

Quietly, the mysterious voice disappeared again.

After struggling to recall, there seems to be a trace of impression left in my heart, but it is so blurry that I can't see clearly...

Feeling that life has come to an end, Ji Qiang seemed a little lonely at this moment.

Maybe he was unable to struggle, maybe he was confused, but at this moment, his mind was blank and there was nothing.

In the empty memory, everything is pale and lonely. All of this is so disappointing.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the endless sky. At this moment, his eyes were so empty, as if his soul had drifted away.

In the silence, Ji Qiang's flickering consciousness drifted into the endless dark abyss, and everything ended just like that.

Suddenly, a question came into his heart and he couldn't help but turn around.

In this life, you are gone like this, is there anything worth remembering?

Is there not a trace of concern in this world?

Those twinkling eyes, you just forgot about them. Didn’t that cool beauty ever stay in your heart?

In the darkness, Ji Qiang looked at where he came from, and the dust-covered memories flooded into his heart like a tide.

Those seductive eyes, flashing with a charming look, suddenly appeared in his eyes.

That hint of cool beauty was like a bright moon in the sky, emitting a powerful light that slowly illuminated his surroundings.

The slightest call sounded at this moment, and repeated greetings floated in my heart.

A beautiful figure emerged quietly in the darkness, waving to him with a smile.

Suddenly, all the thoughts flashed through my heart, and all the past came to mind clearly.

With a low roar, Ji Qiang's whole body flashed with faint light, and he flew towards the direction he came from with all his strength.

At this moment, he suddenly understood that he could not die like this, there were still many unfinished things to do, so he flew forward with all his strength, Ji Qiang had a firm belief in his heart.

In the reverse path, a strong binding force firmly pulled Ji Qiang's consciousness, trying to devour him. From behind, a mysterious and mysterious voice kept calling, asking him to continue returning to the darkness.

However, at this moment, Ji Qiang's heart was filled with determination and he was struggling to move forward.

Seemingly boundless, Ji Qiang flew for a long time, but the surroundings were still dark.

Feeling that the restraining force was getting stronger and stronger, Ji Qiang's consciousness became weaker and weaker, and a sense of powerlessness and helplessness slowly surrounded him.

Ji Qiang continued to fly with great effort for a while, and finally as his consciousness faded, Ji Qiang fell into boundless darkness.

He was haggard and weak, which made him feel angry, but he had no choice but to give up because he had no choice.

The unwilling anger and sighs were like his last voice, floating in the darkness.

When everything comes to an end and consciousness disappears, a strong obsession instantly cuts through the world and travels through time and space.

A fragrant soul carries calls and greetings. With incomparable persistence, it forcibly crosses the three realms and sends its last greetings to the person who has passed away.

In the darkness, a group of scattered consciousness suddenly vibrated, and the heart-stirring call and the soul-stirring greeting slowly gathered together.

The bright red color of blood flashed at this moment!

A blood moon rises unexpectedly like a dream in the misty blood wave.

The mellow and vast luster rippled in poignant ripples, swaying the entire time and space.

At this time, a three-color light pillar suddenly rose out of the sky and connected with the blood moon in the sky.

At this moment, a strange scene appeared between heaven and earth. In the dazzling three-color light pillar, a beautiful figure gradually emerged.

As the bright light became stronger and stronger, the beautiful figure became clearer and clearer.

Finally, Bing'er's haggard and miserable figure appeared.

I saw two lines of Bing'er's tears sliding down her pale and cold cheek, dripping into the blood...
Chapter completed!