Kowloon pull coffin

Chapter 814
The ancient underworld, the Frozen Throne.

In the past time, Yuhua has been staying here, flying snow and people like ice.

After the fall of the Dao of Heaven, the Death God of Absolute Beginning was the most powerful god in the universe, even surpassing the Dao Patriarch Xie Moling.

The Patriarch of the Demon Dao is certainly powerful, but the shot he defeated the Void Lord almost exhausted all his might.The most important thing is that the energy of Sky Thieves was also exhausted with that shot, and could never be regenerated.

The current Taoist ancestor is not even as powerful as a peak supreme.

The bleakness of the Sky Thieves marks the end of the era of Xie Moling, the founder of the Demon Dao.

From chaos to the end of the Dharma, Xie Moling became Xiyi for 3000 years, but these 3000 years still belonged to him.

After the end of the Dharma-ending Era, I am in charge of the Evil Spirit Banner.

Lead the demon disciples back to the peak, pursue the path of the ancestor of Taoism, and constantly surpass him.

The battle of the kingdom of heaven should have been the pinnacle of my life.

After the era of Xie Moling ended, I was supposed to start a new era of Daozang.

Unfortunately, I have to say goodbye to this world.

I thought that I was the master, shouldering the fate of all living beings, fighting against the law of heaven regardless of everything.

When the battle was over, I sacrificed my body and soul, only to find that I was just a guest from afar.

Now, I want to bid farewell to this world as a guest.

The snow fell endlessly, falling on the armor of the god of death, turning into water mist and rising.

The mist turned into frost again, forming icicles.

In the past time, she traveled all over the eternal void and counted the stars in the sky, but she didn't notice any news about my existence. She visited Guixu Xie Moling and Yinsi Empress successively, and there was no news about them.

In the end, she returned to the underworld with sadness and despair.

After the underworld was lost, the throne that originally belonged to the god of death was also destroyed.Now Yuhua is frozen thousands of miles away in the Dead Sea of ​​the underworld, raising ice peaks in the sea with the chill of death.

She carved the throne on the top of the ice peak, and sank the Styx knife into the bottom of the sea.

The underworld has already become a place of death. There are no walking corpses or dead souls. Those who have been forgotten have been completely forgotten.

Click, click.

The sound of snow being trampled by combat boots, someone came to the Dead Sea ice.

Yu Hua remained indifferent, allowing the visitor to approach step by step.

The Dead Sea is a taboo domain of the god of death, and those who can set foot here are at least those with supreme cultivation.

And the closer it is to the ice, the stronger the pressure of the god of death will be. Looking at the eternal void, there are very few people who can go under the ice.

It is even rarer to be able to reach the top step by step from the bottom of the front.

Chun Jun was wearing a wide fur cloak, wearing ice blue gemstone boots, and was carrying an epee wrapped in layers.

The once immature cheeks have long been stained with wind and frost, and the eyes are deep and bottomless.

The sword is a weapon for killing, and in the realm of the god of death, she had to put away her sword energy, as if she was afraid of waking up the Styx knife sleeping on the bottom of the sea.

Chunjun, the origin of the sword, is no match for the Styx Knife.

It's just because this knife has been enshrined with the gods, and it has already surpassed the category of weapon spirit.

The way of heaven will fall, and the sky thief star will also be dimmed. Only the god of death in the beginning can show his power in the withered world.

In Kui Gang's body, Yin and Yang are extinct.

As the world withers, all living beings will be affected, except Death.

She will become stronger and stronger until the world can no longer accommodate her.

At that time, she can only leave, otherwise all living beings will be extinct because of her.

The Tao of Heaven governs life, and the God of Death governs death.

Now that the vitality is gone, who else will curb the power of the god of death.

Simply, our god of death is a kind and indifferent god of death. She has no intention of killing all things, nor does she have any intention of dominating all living beings.

Chun Jun has already come under the ice, dragging a long fur cloak, and stepping on gemstone boots to climb up step by step.

The wind messed up her long hair, and the snow blurred her eyes.

The way to the top is a winding mountain road.

Layer after layer, layer by layer is more serious than layer by layer.

At this time, Yuhua fell into a deep sleep and did not distinguish the breath from Chunjun, so she did not show any mercy to her.

The cold wind was like a knife cutting through Chun Jun's military uniform, cutting her sword body.

His eyes were stinging, tears were streaming down his face, and when he wiped it with his hands, it was all icicles.

Step by step, finally, Chunjun climbed to the top of the ice and came to the throne of Yanhua.

If it was in the past, Chunjun would definitely pay respects when he saw Yuhua.

However, today's Chunjun did not do this.

Because she didn't come alone, she was carrying an epee on her back.

Yu Hua was still asleep, as if she hadn't woken up yet.

Chunjun didn't bother her, untied the epee on his back, and unwrapped the sword layer by layer.

Her hands were shaking, and she took a deep breath to calm herself down.

The sword was untied, and the cold light was like water.

Even if there is no killing intent at all, the sword energy still triggers strong spatial fluctuations.

As soon as the sword was exposed to the air, it immediately aroused the vigilance of Styx Knife.At the bottom of the Dead Sea, the Styx Knife began to awaken. With the blooming of the knife intent, cracks exploded in the Dead Sea ice.

The sword is the sword of the devil left by the Void Lord, which cannot be tolerated by the world.

Wherever this sword appears, it is a curse to living beings.

The sword of the void, the sword of thousands of prophecies.The fusion of two broken swords made this sword lose its owner in our world.

No one is qualified to hold the hilt of a sword, not even Chunjun.

She could only untie the sword and hold the blade carefully.

Feeling the piercing sword intent, Yuhua woke up from a deep sleep, lifted the death mask, and looked at Chunjun with the eyes of the abyss.

With just one glance, Yan Hua's eyes were immediately attracted by the sword Chun Jun was holding.

(End of this chapter)