I, Become a God, a New World

Goodbye, Ye, and sister, Yan and sister...

Bitter in his heart, Xiang Yuliu closed his eyes in despair, quietly stretched out a tender hand, touched the tip of the weapon, and took it as a step forward.

Feeling the lukewarm temperature in front of his hair, Xiang Yuliu's eyes widened, and he also found the tender hand sticking out of his arms...

At the same time, Xian Guyong also rushed over, but in another direction, a vague shadow follower who was very similar to the style rushed over...

"Sister Shi..." Seeing the extremely indifferent and calm two rituals in his arms in disbelief, Xiang Yuliu murmured in ecstasy...

Xiang Yuliu could hardly believe that the Shiki in his arms was his boyfriend's younger sister, the girl with whom he had a good relationship...

It's scary... Really scary...

Gorgeous spiral patterns appeared in the pupils, and the two men flicked the weapon at their fingertips with an absolutely rational face.

"Crack!"

The blood-black strange sharp blade was easily knocked into the air with a flick of a finger, and flew back upside down. Not only that, but it was also broken with weak cracks...

And Xian Guyong also separated from the shadow follower at the same time, covering his abdomen with thin hands, watching the other party frowned.

In just a moment, her spell was inexplicably erased, so that she easily scratched her body with a sharp blade.

As for the injured abdominal wound, Xian Guyong himself could not recover temporarily, as if it had been severed...

"The power of space... If you are with her, let's wait for a while..."

Whispering softly, the two rituals, no, or the root style casually glanced at another shadow follower who came out of nowhere, and then looked at the huge shadow follower before...

The shadow follower, who was very similar to Shiki, didn't rush to attack, but stood beside him strangely and waited for orders...

Genji squatted in front of the shadow follower who was slowly recovering on the ground, bent down, and pressed his thin fingers on his head...

"I see, because of the Holy Grail, did the source tilt out a little again..." As if talking to himself, the huge shadow follower disappeared with his words...

The troublesome shadow follower was easily eliminated by the root formula, and disappeared into this world, leaving only an inexplicable crystal residue...

"Can I trouble you not to disturb me?" With an affirmative and calm tone, Gengen glanced at everyone present and the "raid" intruder Li Muzi, and slowly walked towards the last shadow follower...

After the words fell, everyone's expressions changed, and they became stiff...

Be it Ye Yan or Li Muzi, everyone including Xian Guyong was imprisoned by an invisible force...

Even Aurora, who was in the spirit descending state, was forced to come into contact with the descending, and the much dimmed soul body was floating in front of Misaki Kiriha, walking on thin ice, as if it was about to disappear...

Aurora looked at the root form, her pupils were full of horror, she was originally the strongest weapon in the world, the fourth primogenitor, looking at her body without any power, her heart was full of horror and fear...

"Thank you for your tolerance and generosity..."

A hearty neutral voice sounded, and the gender of the shadow follower was male or female, but generally it was more female...

The pitch-black figure bent down and made a standard bowing ceremony to Genshi, revealing his respect for him.

"It doesn't matter, don't go too far..." The faint voice fell, and the calm expression of Gengen's face became blurred...

Panicked and surprised, the delicate and dreamy magic eyes of the two rituals dimmed a lot, but they were still filled with the vision of life and death.

The root form receded, and the souls of the two ceremonies took over again, but the power of the magic eye did not fade away...

"Weaving..." A complicated tone came out of Liang Yi's mouth. Liang Yi covered his head, his magic eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and his face showed pain...

"Well, I'm back." The hearty voice was still there, but the shadow follower Zhi Zhi played with the knife in his hand, and turned his face towards the two rituals that were not used to the magic eye.

Although he couldn't see his appearance clearly, it was not difficult for everyone to hear the joyful meaning in his words.

"..." The two ceremonies did not speak, but held their heads in their hands and closed their eyes, as if they were in a bad state...

"...It still doesn't have any vigor, it's like a canary..." The voice was a little dissatisfied, Zhimai walked over slowly, and the simple black knife played tricks in his hand.

"Zhi... kill me, kill me!" The voice trembled a little, but with firmness and relief, the two rituals raised their heads exhaustedly and looked at Zhi.

Although Zhizhi's face cannot be seen, the two rituals can inexplicably feel his anger, which makes her have an inexplicable sense of anger...

"No~ After all, Ye won't allow you to disappear, right? But why would it be you..." The tone of the voice was a lot higher, it seemed to be emotional, and it seemed to be unhappy, and there was even a hint of jealousy in it meaning.

But the two ceremonies who heard the words froze, as if they had reacted to something, their eyes were filled with contradictions and confusion...

"Since you have no feelings for death and life, why don't you die? I thought you would change a little after I died, but I didn't expect you to be so fragile..."

"Although I don't know why Ye chose me at that time, but I have already disappeared for you so indulgently and gave you a chance... But you, you still haven't made any progress..."

"So, like me, go experience death once?"

The voice became more piercing, and Ori, who was in the shadow follower state, resolutely raised the dagger in his hand, and stabbed it at the chest of Ershi...

"That's it, forget about the Jialan Cave or something... Your emptiness is meaningless."

Loosening the dark dagger clamped on the blood-stained chest, Zhi just squatted on Liang Yi's body, watching Liang Yi's face gradually turn pale...

As for the grief, indignation, indifference, jealousy and hostility of the people around, Zhi didn't even care about it.

"...Weaving..."

Exhausted and in a trance, he stretched out his palm, and the two rituals weakly touched Zhi Na's shadow follower's nihilistic cheek, muttering softly, and his condition seemed to be getting worse...

"Go to sleep, Shiki, next time you wake up, it won't be here..." With a hearty smile, Zhizhi put down Liang Yi's hand, and pressed his palm on Liang Yi's forehead...

"Sister Shi!"