The huge, dirty and withered peach tree collapsed.
The twisted and hard tree trunk shrank and became soft, revealing a human shape.
The Great Fairy Peach God began to show the female form in the dream, but it was not as holy and noble as in the dream. His body was still affected by the power of Huangquan and was still filthy.
Due to Yata Bird's attack just now, the blade of the long-handled scythe sank into Tao Xian's back, and the sharp blade pierced out of his chest. The turbid blood in the form of tree pulp dripped down the blade.
The eyes of the Great Immortal Peach God are no longer crazy, and have regained a slightly clear color.
For the last time, the power of dreams pervaded Him.
However, the targets of this power are not Yatadori and Kamiyagawa alone.
That kind of blurry ability is washing over Tao Xian's own body. The black maggots twisting and twisting on his body struggled even more fiercely at this moment, but soon fell one after another, turning into rotten peach blossoms, blooming, and very
Soon to wither.
The things that the Great Immortal Peach God did like returning to the light of day were certainly not enough to remove the aura of hell from him.
And the black maggots, which are the embodiment of the underworld's aura, will actually appear in his body again soon.
But if you do it this way, it will at least be more dignified.
You must know that a long, long time ago, when Izanagi first created her, the Daisen Peach God was nothing more than a little girl who loved stinky beauty.
He didn't want to leave in the ugly form of the God of Hell.
"Lord Peach Fairy?"
Yata Bird released the sickle in his hand and raised his hand to support the Great Immortal Peach God.
She had a feeling that Taoxian now seemed to have returned to the respectable leader and reliable big sister she once was.
Although this transformation may not last long.
Yata Bird can keenly feel that the exhausted soul of the Great Immortal Peach God, riddled with holes due to pollution and decay, will soon be unable to hold on any longer.
"Yatatori, I'm so sorry... I seem to have had a very ridiculous dream."
"Lord Peach Fairy..."
"Heh...heh..." the Great Immortal Peach God tried hard to keep his tone as brisk as before, "Are you coming to give me peace, Yata bird? That's good, you did a good job... We used to...
It’s an appointment.”
Yata Bird's lips moved slightly, but he could not speak.
And her eyebrows drooped, and her eyes finally became sad.
During battle, Yata bird can also suppress his emotions and make the most rational judgments and actions.
but now……
Now, the indisputable fact is before our eyes——
She killed the god she once loved with her own hands.
But Yatatori knew that she should face all this, and that this kind of thing should be done by herself, and should not be done by Kamiyagawa and others.
After all, she had made a promise with the Great Immortal Peach God.
"Yatadiao, you have worked very hard... you have really grown up." Taoxian looked at Yatabird again, his eyes were sad, but seemed to be a little relieved, and then he turned his gaze not far away.
The Kamiya River:
"You... have the aura of Gao Tianyuan on you, I can feel it. I really miss... I really miss..."
The Great Immortal Peach God muttered and looked away, but this time he no longer looked at either Kamiya or Yatatori.
His eyes slowly lost focus, looking towards the sky covered with dark clouds, or perhaps he wanted to see an unknown place higher than the sky.
Finally, the outline of His body slowly disintegrated and turned into rotten peach blossoms, falling to the ground of the wasteland, turning into dreamy and blurred power, pouring sadly around.
When he was dying, Taoxian raised his hand, as if he wanted to grasp some unrealistic existence that only he could see:
"Izanagi-sama...Izanagi-sama, you still haven't come back...Are you okay? Don't you need my help anymore? Have I...protected everyone? Izanagi-sama...
"
…
With the dissolution of Tao Xian, the everlasting fantasy in Apoqiyuan finally gradually disappeared.
"Puff!"
The high-pitched cry of the dream-eating tapir sounded in the lonely wasteland.
The Great Immortal Peach God is gone, and the little tapir has completely controlled the remaining "deep dreamland".
Those golden dream cornerstones are all wrapped and pulled by the rainbow light of the little tapir's dream, slowly flowing towards itself.
This scene is enough to indicate that the Dream-eating Tapir may have inherited something from Tao Xian.
However, the Great Immortal Peach God did not separate out the bones of the god.
He is a god without divine bones.
As for what Taoxian left behind on the battlefield——
First of all, tens of thousands of soul crystals were collected by Kamiya River the moment it dissipated.
And it’s an A-level passion.
And a purple grape color wooden black hair comb.
This wooden hair comb has some broken teeth. Although it is made of wood, its texture is as smooth and shiny as black jade, and you can feel the obvious aura of the gods on it.
[Izanagi's Hair Comb (Legendary Material): Izanagi's hair accessory. It was once used by Izanagi to stop Izumizu Ugly Girl, one of the underworld gods of the underworld, on Hirazaka. It was later given to the Daisen Peach God.
The wooden comb was carefully and carefully guarded by the Daisen Peach God, so that it still carries the aura of Izanagi.]
Kamiyakawa leaned over and put away the black wooden comb.
This thing should be the "master material" he is looking for.
After the death of the Great Immortal Peach God, the loud crow call sounded again in the wasteland.
Wu Tengu and Fudu Lei Gong appeared at the same time.
The Tengu hung in the air, the dark wings on his back fluttering silently. Scarlet blood and turbid pus stained his Yamabushi clothes, and his own blood and that of his enemies also blended with his axe, flowing down in a meandering way.
Although he was injured, the eyes under the mask with the divine pattern of the Karasu Tengu were still shining like torches, and he looked directly at the enemy condescendingly without being humble or arrogant.
As for Fudui Lei Gong, its condition is not much better than that of the Tengu. In addition to the obvious knife wound from Mary's cut, there are also many new hideous wounds on its back.
You can imagine how intense the one-on-one battle that just happened in the "One Cavalry Fight" space was.
"Finish it!"
On the battlefield, thunder roared.
The bright Doji Kiri and the cold Oni Kiri tear apart the night with howls.
Kamiyagawa took the lead and led the shikigami in the final charge.
The battle has been going on until now, and both sides are tired.
However, due to the withdrawal of Thunder God of Earthquake and Great Immortal Peach God, the final Thunder God of Fudui could not be the opponent of Kamiya Group.
Kamiya's side is capable of defeating a single A-level god.
The outcome is decided.
…
In the dream of the thousand-year celebration of reincarnation.
Due to the battle carried out by Kamiyagawa and others in the deep dream, this "surface dream" was in turmoil.
However, a considerable number of people who were immersed in dreams did not notice anything unusual.
They were still celebrating the grand ceremony, experiencing the "best day" ever in Chikushi Castle as they had countless times before.
A certain section of the Apoqi River, far away from the celebrating crowd.
Oak Er led a group of human children and used stones to sink Yata Bird's river lantern boat.
Later, these naughty children turned the objects of the stone throwing into little Yata birds.
"You were the one who killed everyone!"
"Go back to hell! You bad guy!"
"..."
Another stone was thrown out, and seeing the Yata bird folding its wings and curling up, Yuji felt a little relieved.
Yes, yes.
That's it, why does Master Tao Xian care so much about this annoying Yata bird?
I need to give her some color.
Oak Er bent down again to pick up the stones on the river bank.
It was at this time that he heard a loud rumbling sound.
The huge and sad sound seemed to come from the ground or fall from the sky. The source was completely unclear.
Along with this violent sound, the entire Apoqihara began to shake.
Oak Er didn't know what was happening now.
He looked at the other children around him. Some of the children were obviously confused and panicked like him. But some children looked as usual. Amidst such a terrifying space vibration, they were still shouting and cursing excitedly and looking at Yata.
The bird kept throwing stones.
Oak Er stopped what he was doing. His head suddenly became so painful that it felt like it was splitting. Some memories that he didn't know where they came from were rushing through his mind.
Should I hate Yatagata?
Should I treat the Yata bird this way?
How many times have I... done this?
Many unreasonable questions were surging in Yu Er's mind.
But he still couldn't give himself an answer.
He didn't know what was wrong with him.
Fear, panic, helplessness.
Wrapped in such negative emotions, Yu Er reluctantly raised his head again.
But everything in front of me began to become incomprehensible.
He saw that the originally peaceful and vibrant Apoqi River had become desolate and dead, and the Apoqi River had also become ferocious, with undercurrents surging, so that the colorful lights on the river were completely dim.
The next second, Yu Er heard extremely sad and painful wails and cries echoing in his mind.
"It's so painful..."
"help me!"
no no!
Stop arguing, stop crying!
Yu Er wanted to shout and roar hysterically to stop the auditory hallucinations in his head.
But it can't be done no matter what.
His throat, his mouth, has been occupied by some kind of sound.
It was at this time that Yu Er realized that those cries and wails were not hallucinations in his mind, but were actually coming from his own mouth.
"It's so painful..."
"help me!"
Yu Er twitched and curled up. He saw that his body was rotting, emitting a foul smell, and disgusting black maggots were squirming in his flesh.
He thought about it again and remembered everything.
Thinking of what happened in the five years after the Millennium Celebration.
Thinking of this endless dream of reincarnation.
How long have you been trapped in this dream?
It's a pity that Oak Er can't think about so many questions.
It hurts, it really hurts.
He is still crying, still begging for help, no matter it is falling back into the dream again, or ushering in the real end, it doesn't matter.
And Oak Er's request for help was answered.
He heard the ethereal singing voice, resounding from somewhere in the desolate wasteland.
The song was like a sigh in the wilderness, low and distant, penetrating countless wandering souls and bringing only a resonance of despair and tranquility.
It was an elegy, a requiem, flowing slowly, and every note was like a broken teardrop, falling on the river where souls are intertwined, causing ripples in circles.
The pain in Yu Er's body was healed, and the helplessness and fear were also calmed down by the singing, replaced by a strange sense of peace.
He suddenly realized that he had heard this song before.
On the day my father died.
This is the song of the Yata bird as it bids farewell to the souls of the dead.
"Yatadori...Yatadori...are you practicing for us?"
Oak Er's eyes swept across the lonely river beach, and the small silhouette of the fledgling bird in a black cloak had disappeared without a trace.
Oak Er wanted to cry again.
But instead of crying hoarsely, tears just poured out of his eyes calmly.
He felt that his consciousness was withdrawing from the filthy and rotten body and rising lightly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...Yatadori."
While his consciousness was still able to control his body, Oak Er fell to his knees on the bank of the river.
A long time ago, on the day his father passed away, he should have said these words.
Later, Yuuji finally couldn't feel the weight of his body, only the sense of relief.
He heard the elegy, mixed with the sound of wings flapping in the wind, and saw a dim lantern swaying in front of his eyes.
His soul was floating, as if drifting in gentle waves.
The bright and dark lights around him flickered, and the souls who had also been soothed were drifting forward with him.
And the front pointed by the dim lantern is a sea of gorgeous red flowers that has never been seen before...
"This time should be the last, right?"
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On the Apokihara.
Tonight's full moon has gotten rid of the dark clouds, and the moonlight seems to be much brighter.
At this time, everyone in Kamiya River had already escaped from the dream.
The last Fudui Lei Gong was naturally defeated by them and became a trophy and the ration chosen by the Inugami.
In reality, Akihara is desolate and silent, and the ruins of Tsukushi Castle stand in the darkness like a tomb.
And look back.
The "peach forest" leading to Awakihara did not exist before. You can see the direction of Hirazaka and the thousand-stone stone wall that traverses the sky and the earth.
Here is the sober and cruel reality.
After the battle, most of the accompanying Shikigami Kaidan dispersed, and the only ones left here were Yatatori and Xiangzuki Kaoru.
The Yata Bird is now disappearing high in the sky, but the dim light of the lantern can be seen falling from high in the sky, and the dim and swaying blue light complements the white moonlight.
Her ethereal and ethereal singing voice can be heard.
As the messenger of death, the Yata Bird extradites the souls of the dead who have just escaped from the dreamland in the wasteland.
The helpless soul was given final peace in her singing, and transformed into illusory river lanterns that appeared on the Apoqi River.
Thousands of streams of light, dots of stars, are pushed forward by the flowing water of the river, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, as if another fantasy dream has been woven on this wasteland.
And further away in the river, a huge skeletal skeleton was standing.
Under the dilapidated red armor, there was a swaying dark red.
The flower bulbs of Bianhua flower are blooming on the ground, the thin stamens are trembling, and the slender petals are floating around, fluttering in the light and dark light projected by the "river lanterns".
The Enma girl wearing a modern uniform is sitting upright on the red shoulder armor of the wild skeleton.
Xiang Yuexun just sat and looked quietly at the soul flowing above the river. Her well-proportioned legs wrapped in black stockings were crossed. The hand holding the folding fan naturally drooped, letting the night wind blow from high up.
He moved the ends of her hair and the hem of her skirt without saying a word.
Xiangyue is joining forces with the Yata Bird to send the souls of the human grass here to the Santu River.
