Chapter 1977

The sea water in the netherworld is dark, the same color as Ying long.

The sea gradually overtook him.

"Chirp..."

At this time, a rapid bird song will wake up with a dull look at the Youhe who is gradually submerged by the netherworld.

He looked up and saw that the bluebird was circling in the sea of the netherworld all the time. The call of the bluebird was so shrill, just like the blood of a cuckoo.

Youchen looks at the green bird blankly. The next moment, his divine consciousness has wrapped the green bird.

"You're late..."

Youzhen takes back his divine consciousness. Just when he wrapped the green bird with divine consciousness, he already understood why the green bird was gone. He felt a wisp of ghost in the green bird's body, which belonged to the female.

He didn't know why the ghost of the girl was attached to the bird, but he knew that the bird didn't remember Ying long. Her behavior was just driven by the instinct of the ghost in her body.

Because of the effect of that wisp of ghost, Qingniao can understand him. She keeps circling over Yinglong's head, which is about to be completely submerged. But Yinglong can't hear her any more. Yinglong, who has lost his magic power, can't even feel her existence, and doesn't know that there is a ghost in her body that he has been searching for.

Green bird seems to be aware of this problem, she turned to fly to Youhe, kept hovering around him, and used her little beak to pull Youhe.

Youhe understands what Bluebird means. Bluebird wants him to save Yinglong.

"It's no use..." He didn't move. He just looked at the green bird who kept crying and said, "his soul is almost completely engulfed by the death of the netherworld. Even a saint can't save him."

When she heard the words of Youhe, Bluebird gave out a whine again. She didn't involve Youhe any more, but suddenly dived to the netherworld.

Youhe knows what Qingniao wants to do, so he uses his own magic power to bind Qingniao.

"He wants you to live." You hen looks at the struggling Bluebird and sighs heavily.

Bluebird did not listen to his words, still struggling violently, trying to get rid of the shackles of Youhe's divine power, but, he is just a bluebird, how can he get rid of Youhe's divine power?

The green bird's constant wailing seems to be trying to let Youhe let go of her.

"Just..."

Listening to Qingniao's heartbreaking lament, Youhu's divine power spreads, wrapping Yinglong's body, which is about to be submerged. He constantly drives his own divine power, trying to force Yinglong's only soul away from his body.

However, he underestimated the stillness of the netherworld. When his divine power poured into Yinglong's mind, he found that there was only one body left in Yinglong, and his only soul was completely engulfed by the stillness of the netherworld just now.

"His soul has been completely engulfed..." Youhe took back his power and let go of Bluebird. At the same time, he sighed and shook his head.

He wanted to separate the only soul of Yinglong and put it into Qingniao's body so that they could be together in another way. Unfortunately, even the only chance just slipped away.

Bluebird doesn't blame him, and it can't blame him.

She just hovered around Youhe for a while, expressed her final thanks to him, and then rushed into the netherworld without hesitation.

Her small body, almost in an instant, was completely submerged by the netherworld, and Yinglong's body, also finally disappeared in the netherworld.

Looking at the still like a pool of stagnant water in the netherworld, Youhe gently closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"This may be the best result..." He comforted himself with a smile, but his tears did not flow down.

He looked back, but saw the lifelike wooden dolls, each of which was devoted to Ying Long's hard work.

With one wave of his hand, the wooden dolls flew from the ground one after another and finally fell into the sea water nearby.

"The sea of netherworld..."

With a silent sigh, he placed a seal around the netherworld and murmured, "I hope no one will disturb you any more!"

When he finished all this, he came back to Kunlun with a depressed mood.

The first thing I do when I come back is to go outside the gate of heaven.

For thousands of years, the ghost of the girl attached to the wooden doll is about to disappear. He is not surprised. Without enough spiritual nourishment, it is only a matter of time before the ghost disappears.

"I don't know if you can still feel my existence..."

Looking at the wooden doll in front of you, you Hu muttered to himself, "in the future, maybe only you can talk with me."

His last friend has completely disappeared in the netherworld, and he doesn't know how long he will stay here, maybe 1000 years, maybe 10000 years or more. When the seal is swallowed by the power of time, when the seal completely disappears, his mission may be completed, right?He forced a drop of blood essence from his body and poured it on the wooden doll.

With the function of his blood essence, the ghost of the girl can at least stay for a longer time, and at least talk with him, although he knows that the wooden doll can't hear him at all.

After all this, he talked with the wooden doll there for a long time. Until his body was completely covered with ice and snow, he stood up slowly, shook off the ice and snow, and went back to his cave in silence.

After that, every once in a while, he flew out of his cave and came here to talk to the wooden doll.

He spent most of his time recalling his own affairs and the story between Nu Yu and Ying long. He was also afraid that the endless years would blur his memory. He was afraid that he would forget the past. Now he lives in memories most of the time.

He has been used to talking to himself for a long time. He is telling stories to the wooden doll and himself.

As time went by, he also felt that the ghost of the girl was getting weaker and weaker.

When he came to the doll again, the ghost on the doll was almost completely broken.

"Just..."

With a slight sigh, Youzhen wrapped the wooden doll with a trace of divine power, and then peeled off the dying soul of Nuzhen from the wooden doll.

"Let's go..." He withdrew his divine power, and the faint ghost flew away from him in an instant. "If you still remember Yinglong, go to the netherworld to find him..."

Of course, he knew that the faint ghost had already forgotten Yinglong, but he was still looking forward to the ghost remembering Yinglong who had searched for her ghost for thousands of years near the netherworld, and looking forward to a miracle, so that their souls could meet in the netherworld.

Of course, it's just expectation. Yinglong's soul has completely dissipated, and their souls have no chance to meet again.

The ghost did not hear his voice, but quickly disappeared in the scope of his divine consciousness.

Youhe squats down slowly and takes the wooden doll that has watered his own blood essence back to his cave. Since then, he has no longer been tied up. Sleeping has become his only way to kill time