The plot, this is the plot.

Wang Xiaofeng told himself repeatedly, but he couldn't help feeling a little unbearable. He watched the old pope's movement under the holy tree. He didn't say a word, nor did he have any way to save these things.

The calculation ability of the system master does not allow him to do anything at all. He can only watch the plot progress and become the only participant and witness of the plot.

"God said that light is an eternal pursuit."

The old voice turned into an sigh, but the space began to brew white holy light in a bumpy manner. Amy suddenly pounced on Wang Xiaofeng's arms and started to whimper. Fortunately, an ancient elf strongman behind him quickly supported Wang Xiaofeng's back with his eyes, so that the weak he was not knocked down by the beautiful mentor.

Wang Xiaofeng never thought that the so-called plot killing would be so desolate and tremble his nerves, but the old man standing under the holy tree looked solemn, solemnly declared the death of hundreds of powerful demons, solemnly declared that he was about to enter the darkness of silence.

The scene at this moment is enough to be painted into murals and recorded as classics. Hundreds of demons are flying hard but being pulled over. The figure standing under the holy tree looks like the last bright stars blooming, bursting out dazzling light in the rich holy light.

As the light blooms, as the light disappears, Wang Xiaofeng closed his eyes by the light, and the entire tree hole space was illuminated by this ball of light, allowing Wang Xiaofeng to close his eyes to see an old man's body turning into ashes in the holy light, dissipating in this world...

When the light dissipated, the whole space was filled with green light. Wang Xiaofeng looked at the empty space where there was no demon, but found that the seventy-two saints and ancient elves were all looking at him with their eyes.

"What's wrong? It depends on what I do? Take this opportunity to repair the seal." Wang Xiaofeng smiled. He was supported by Amy and had more than three minutes left to be weak.

Hundreds of ancient elves flew towards the holy tree with their wings, while the seventy-two saints sat cross-legged there and were still praying for something. Wang Xiaofeng was supported by Amy and walked a few steps forward, looking at the extra black hole with a diameter of ten meters in the middle of the trunk of the giant tree. I guess this is the path to hell.

At this time, there was no activity in the black hole. It must have been the last blow of the old pope. The seventy-two saints gradually surrounded him and sat cross-legged around the black hole. Holy lights crossed, allowing a transparent film to start healing the hole. Amy kept looking at Wang Xiaofeng's side face. Except for the old pope who died, she had been paying attention for the rest of the time and had never left his side view.

A trace of darkness began to surge, but was purified by the interlaced holy light.

"It's only two minutes," Tus whispered, turning his head to look at Wang Xiaofeng, "Let Kemier come over, she's outside."

"Me?" Wang Xiaofeng couldn't help but hesitate. After he died once last time, he had no soul connection. Kemier just removed the follower system a few days ago, which made Wang Xiaofeng feel a little confused whether he was calling him.

"Just just shout, she can hear your cry all the time."

Wang Xiaofeng did as he did, and obscure chants came from above his head. Looking up, hundreds of ancient elves elders were singing ancient syllables, but the sapling was still listless and the light released gradually decreased.

"Brother Suifeng!" Kemier's cry came from behind, and in the blink of an eye, he obediently supported Wang Xiaofeng's other arm. "I'll protect you."

"Start," Tuss said suddenly, glanced at Amy again, "Kimier, pull Suifeng away."

"Huh?" A comrade was stunned at the time. He was still in the sadness of the old pope's sacrifice, but he was pulled away by Kemier, who was ordering the old librarian. A smile appeared on the corner of Amy's mouth, and he kissed him on tiptoe, said something Wang Xiaofeng would never forget, turned around and walked towards the film made of holy light.

"The barrier here has been completely destroyed, and we need to create a new seal again." Tus looked up at the sky, "The First Saint is related to the seal of the entire endless abyss, and it must not have any deviation."

"What does it mean?" Wang Xiaofeng reached out to grab Amy's arm, but the other party smiled and moved away. Amy took a few steps back, and the thin wings behind her were exposed again, and her whole body began to emit a light white light.

"This is my destiny, a destiny that cannot be changed." Amy said, her long skirt was windless but fluttering, with some outspoken artistic conception. "To establish a seal, the purest light is needed. Every Holy See's saint is waiting for today's ending. Even if it can only buy you two years, I am willing."

"We have other ways, we must have other ways. Are you back, are you back? This is a game! It's not true, you come back!"

Wang Xiaofeng was pulled by Kemier and could not move forward, so he could only shout incoherently.

"Brother Suifeng, don't do this." Kemier's eyes were red and swollen. She had never resisted Wang Xiaofeng's orders. She hugged him tightly for the first time and refused to let him move forward.

Amy slowly fell into the light film, and holy lights drifted away from her body. Her long black hair began to fade slowly, and her white long skirt also lost its purity in front of her silver-white hair.

Wang Xiaofeng blurred his eyes for some reason. He watched her fall, watched her face gradually age, and watched the wings behind her gradually become dark...

The singing sounds around gradually increased, and the black gas rolling under the black hole was suppressed by the holy light wrapped in Amy's body. The holy tree above emitted a little green light, and the shrinking branches and leaves began to stretch. Tuss slowly closed his eyes. When Amy's body completely sank into the light film, Tuss' eyes also had a few turbid tears.

Ke Mier shook her mind and suddenly felt a force burst out from Wang Xiaofeng's body. This was not real power, but a feeling of sadness and despair. Ke Mier subconsciously let go, and Wang Xiaofeng's stumbled body suddenly rushed over.

Amy's closed eyes couldn't help but open, and a hint of relief flashed through her already dull pupils, and then she was silent forever. Without any support from her body, she slowly fell to the endless darkness.

Even if she chose the same sacrifice in the end, she would use the last holy light to purify the darkness. The light that shone brightly in the black hole, with a familiar smile. Wang Xiaofeng seemed to be attracted by this smile and jumped down without hesitation. The film did not stop him at all, but when he hugged Amy's body, he did not feel any weight.

Some are only that tremendous holy light.

"The Apocalypse, the inauguration tutor of the Sacred Word, is in the room on the left, and the inauguration tutor of the Madman and the Ascetic are in the room on the right; are you, are you going wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I just saw some of the teacher's relics..."

“It would be great if we don’t go back.”

"Well, don't let people see..."

Scenes passed by his eyes, overlapping the peaceful and sleeping face in front of him. Wang Xiaofeng, holding Amy's body, fell straight, and began to whimper unconsciously during the process of falling.

The thick dark aura began to impact the weak light shield around, trying to swallow the two of them.

There was no more, the figure standing in front of him repeatedly, the woman who could teach him to be bright with words that praise the goddess, and the girl who would occasionally be coquettish to himself.

There was no more, and the familiar system prompt, no one would remind him how to do it when he was doing nothing, and no one would be busy all night for a word of his words.

"ah--"

A roar came from the darkness, which was the roar of a human, not the yell of a beast.

A golden light suddenly erupted in the darkness. When the holy light was about to be extinguished, the golden light shone with endless darkness, rushed towards the tall figure in the depths of hell, and used the long sword in his hand to vent the anger and sadness in his heart.

Under the rising sun, I still remember the two men and women who once hugged each other on the cliff, the wild world that was isolated from the world without any trace.

A few minutes ago, the words she left in his ear really hurt Wang Xiaofeng's eardrums and heart.
Chapter completed!