Yamamoto seized the opportunity and used all his strength to kick miewang into the bloody river!


    Yamamoto watched the despairing expression before the king fell. He knew that the long battle could finally be over, and he successfully killed the king, which was revenge for the gods of Death killed by the king. He could comfort himself that it was over, it was over.


    After Yamamoto saw the destruction of the king, a string that had been tight could finally be put down. Yamamoto, who relaxed the string, relaxed his spirit and lost all his strength. He could no longer support his heavy body and fell to the ground with a puff.


    The Tongren saw Yamamoto fall to the ground and rushed to pick up Yamamoto.


    At this time, although Yamamoto''s wound did not crack, his recovery was not in vain, but Yamamoto''s spiritual power was evacuated when he just fought against the king. Now Yamamoto has lost the spiritual power accumulated in his body for so long, just like an ordinary old man.


    Yamamoto''s lips trembled slightly, but he couldn''t say what he wanted to say. As soon as he was excited, he fainted!


    "Yamamoto, Yamamoto, what''s the matter with you? Wake up and don''t scare us!" Tong people saw that Yamamoto lost consciousness and hung up again!


    "Yamamoto won''t, he won''t, is he dead?"


    Tongren opened his mouth and looked at Yamamoto in horror. He couldn''t help saying.


    "If Yamamoto dies, what''s the use of returning to the corpse soul world? Even if my own talent is high, I''m not the opponent of youhabach! How can I defeat youhabach by myself?! if I can''t defeat youhabach, death here, and even the whole corpse soul world, no one can beat him!"


    Tongren thought of the terrible things in the future. He shouted to Yamamoto again:


    "Yamamoto, you can''t die! What shall I do if you die, what shall we do, and what shall the whole corpse soul world do?!"


    Looking at Tongren yelling at Yamamoto, ruiqiao Yifeng explored Yamamoto''s breath, took Yamamoto''s pulse, and found that Yamamoto just fainted. It''s no big deal.


    Ruiqiao Yifeng sighed and said sadly to Tongren, "Tongren, can you stop making such a fuss and calm down?"


    "How can you calm me down? Yamamoto is dead. How can I calm down?" at this time, Tongren was very excited and almost cried out.


    "Fool, take a good look at Yamamoto yourself, and then explore Yamamoto''s breath. Do you see whether Yamamoto is dead or alive?"


    Tongren looked at ruiqiao Yifeng''s serious appearance and found that he didn''t seem to be joking. He quickly stretched out his hand to explore Yamamoto''s breath. When he felt Yamamoto''s weak breath, he knew that Yamamoto was not dead. Tongren''s heart rushed out of the trough, as if shoulder to shoulder with the sun.


    Although Tongren knew that Yamamoto was not dead, he was still very confused: "Uncle Yamamoto is not dead? What''s the matter with him? How can he be unconscious?"


    Ruiqiao Yifeng carefully checked Yamamoto''s body and found that there was no spiritual power in Yamamoto''s body. He was shocked. He continued to explore Yamamoto''s body with spiritual power and found that the wound before Yamamoto didn''t crack, but it was almost. If the wound cracked and Yamamoto''s body was not protected by spiritual power, Yamamoto would be over!


    After checking Yamamoto''s body, ruiqiao Yifeng knew the seriousness of the situation, frowned and sighed: "Hey, Yamamoto, he..."


    Tongren saw that after ruiqiao Yifeng checked Yamamoto''s body, he showed this expression. His eyebrows wrinkled as if he could hold a pen. His state of mind, which had just recovered, fell to the bottom of the valley again.


    "What''s the matter with Yamamoto? Why do you frown so badly? What''s the matter with Yamamoto? Tell me quickly. How can you talk so slowly now?"


    Ruiqiao Yifeng sighed again and said softly, "Yamamoto, although the wound didn''t crack, the skin outside the wound has been earned very much. Now he may use too much spiritual power when fighting against miewang. Now he doesn''t have any spiritual power in his body, or now he doesn''t go into Yamamoto''s body."


    Ruiqiao Yifeng took a look at Tong Ren and continued: "although Yamamoto is not dead now, he just fainted temporarily, but he can''t absorb spiritual power now. Even if he wakes up, he is just an ordinary old man. He may not be restoring his previous strength."


    Tongren frowned after hearing ruiqiao Yifeng''s words. He didn''t know what to do. As a person, he clearly knew what it meant for an ordinary old man if he was so seriously injured. As a god of death, he clearly knew what it meant if a god of death had no spiritual power.


    If a god of death loses the power of spiritual power, he might as well die directly.


    Tongren looked at Yamamoto for a long time and was silent for a long time. He didn''t say a word.


    After a long time, Tongren stood up and looked at Yamamoto who was still in a coma. He looked like he was afraid to disturb Yamamoto. He gently said to ruiqiao Yifeng: "let''s go. We should go back to the corpse soul world as soon as possible, so as not to disappoint Yamamoto''s wishes. I hope Yamamoto can see himself in the corpse soul world as soon as he wakes up."


    Ruiqiao Yifeng glanced at deadwood and beauty, sighed and said, "Hey, let''s go. It''s time to go."


    Tongren looked at the scarred gods of death and said to them, "bury our brothers and don''t let them die in the wilderness. When we solve the bastard youhabach, we''ll come back to worship these brothers."


    After hearing Tongren''s words, the gods of death sighed secretly, held their soul chopping knives one after another, dug a big pit on the shore beside the bloody River, threw the dead brothers in and buried the soil slowly.


    Some of these dead gods of death are their brothers, some are their comrades in arms. They throw their most familiar people into the pitiless human pit. Some gods of death are emotionally fragile and can''t help falling tears. Those gods of death with stronger tolerance are also silent and have a faint pain in their hearts.


    Tongren looked at the faces of the gods of death. He couldn''t bear it. If he could be stronger, maybe Yamamoto wouldn''t be like this. His subordinates and brothers wouldn''t suffer heavy casualties. His heart couldn''t help falling into deep remorse.


    "Sure enough, all the anger caused by powerlessness is because he is too weak to control the fate of himself and his friends and brothers!"


    Tongren sighed secretly, and then looked sadly at the sky.


    Tongren was sighing. Ruiqiao Yifeng came slowly, patted Tongren on the shoulder and said, "let''s go. If we don''t go again, it''s too late."


    Tongren sighed and said to the gods of death, "let''s go, let''s go to the corpse soul world!"