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Chapter 971 [The Grand Finale] Withering

The blood array overdraws Wanyan non-stop. With a bone blade stuck in Wanyan's heart, she looks at Shahua hanging in mid-air, calmly and calmly, and the faint but shining light in her eyes has been there ever since she mentioned that name. It never went out again.

The sand flower in the mid-air, from petal by petal to flower stem and stamen, dissipated little by little, turning into thousands of empty red silk threads, floating out of the window, across the mountains and seas, and into the whole world.

On this day, when all the flowers withered, only the king of flowers bloomed.

On this day, the fragrance of flowers, incense, and food all died down, and only the cold and strong fragrance of Shahua was left.

On this day, the red clouds, red candles, rouge, and red hijab all faded, and red is exclusive to Sha Hua.

Thousands of red lights like ribbons traveled through the world with fragrance, hanging on the window lattice, falling on the head of the bed, lying on the bed one by one, waiting for the people whose lives were lost by the plague to recover gradually.

The tearful people standing outside the door smiled from despair.

Just like when the plague broke out overnight, it also left overnight.

When the day was lit, a large number of people opened their homes and gathered together to celebrate.

They slaughtered cattle and sheep, drunk their ears with wine, sang and danced, celebrated the rain from the sky, and the gods appeared, and drove away the plague for the world suffering from the disease.

This is a sacred scripture in the whole world. People cheered with tears and cheered with joy for the rest of their lives after the catastrophe and the emotion of restarting their lives. Since then, they have become more convinced that there are gods in the Three Realms.

In the midst of all the cheers, no one knew that it was not a god, but a mortal who bestowed blessings.

She was sacrificed by the gods and sacrificed for the gods.

Manzhushahua, twin twins.

Only Shahua can detoxify the Gu poison made mainly of manju flowers.

Shahua trapped himself in a blood formation, turned his body into thousands of powders, scattered to the world like dandelion seeds, dissipated himself, and sowed countless hopes.

She doesn't have any supernatural powers, all she has is a mortal body.

She burned herself and saved the world.

Kill the world to die, kill the world to live.

Destiny, a destiny that can never be escaped.

It's just that maybe she didn't even expect that she would become the savior of the world under the curse of destroying the world.

Wanyan's physique dissipated little by little, and after two quarters of an hour, all five senses were lost.

She couldn't hear Feng Nagifu's heart-rending screams, and couldn't see the rising morning light fall on the window lattice again.

But when she couldn't see, hear, or feel, Wanyan felt her heart was quieter and clearer than ever before.

In the end, she still couldn't remember everything about herself, and what passed before her was his whole life.

She saw the majestic mountains and rivers in Jiangquan County, Shuzhou. Among the long clear springs, his eyes were full of mountains and rivers.

He said: "In every period of history, there will always be a few people who were born for the common people.

Throughout their lives, saving the common people is their highest glory, and it is also a responsibility they must bear. "

"The common people are still alive, and I am indestructible."

And Wanyan raised her head, her eyes were full of him.

She said: "I believe that behind the person who protects the common people, there must be someone who uses all of himself, even his life, to protect that person."

They all broke their promises.

Jing Shijialan no longer guards the common people, and Wanyan does not protect Jing Shijialan either.

In the end, Jing Shijialan only guarded Wanyan.

But Wanyan, who lives in the misunderstanding and curse of the world, protects the common people for the sake of Jingsha Galan.

When Wanyan's two souls were scattered, it was just dawn.

He died in her arms, and she died in the joy of the people and in his ideal.

(End of this chapter)