Kowloon pull coffin

Page 258

"How do you know?" Jiang Xueyang hadn't sensed the existence of Yan Hua yet.

"Just when I said the name Murong Yuanrui, Yan Hua wanted to kill me."

"Oh, then...you take care."

After Jiang Xueyang finished speaking, he walked to the front of the Demonic Dao army, and prepared to meet the Demonic Dao's triumphant master together with the Demonic Dao soldiers.

I stayed where I was, feeling a little mixed.

Yuhua and Murong Yuanrui are old enemies, and there is no possibility of resolving them.

One of the two girls is the god of death, the other is the god of war;

Thinking of this, my heart raised again.

The crisis of the magic way is over, and my crisis seems to be coming...

Yan Hua could tolerate Jian Jia, but she would definitely not tolerate Murong Yuanrui.

At this moment, the black clouds cleared, and Yanhua walked out of the Heifeng Daxi Valley dragging his body covered in blood.

Behind her, Lin Qingshui, Bai Wuya, Marquis Helian Feng, and Zhou Shihao appeared one after another!

()

Chapter 2 Immortal Body

After Yuhua appeared, the demon army cheered in unison, and the sound shook the sky.

Lin Qingshui and others accepted Jiang Xueyang's congratulations, but Yu Hua was the only one who did not accept it alone. After showing up, he walked out of the sight of the demon army and climbed a hill.

After going up, Yanhua pulled out the demon-suppressing knife and stuck it on the ground, sitting cross-legged.

There was an indescribable sadness in her expression, and I couldn't even say words of comfort.

He sat silently for a long time, and when he got up, he suddenly drew his sword to the sky, and read out a poem: "The moon branch was cut down last year, and there was no master in the city. The Han broke the news, and the death and birth were separated. No one collected the waste, and returned it to Ma Zhi Remnant flag. I want to pay homage to the suspicious king, and the end of the world is crying at this time."

This poem comes from Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty, and it is recognized as the saddest war poem throughout the ages.

To sacrifice to the suspect, Tianya cries at this time.

I don't need to ask how many dead soul disciples of the Devil Dao died in battle in the Black Wind Grand Canyon, I have the answer in my heart just by reading this poem.

And when she read the last sentence, she broke down in tears.

Gods don't shed tears, and my demonic gods are not included in this list. The demonic god of death can cry and shed tears.

The most unbearable thing to see is the death of the disciples of the dead souls of the demonic way, because they will be destroyed directly after death, and even the soul-calling banners cannot absorb their heroic will.

Seeing her crying sadly, I leaned over from behind and hugged her into my arms.

"Xie Lan, they are all newly recruited dead souls. They were not qualified to participate in the war. It was me who forcibly recruited them to join the war. It was I who killed them..." Yan Hua said, sobbing.

"It's not your fault that they died for the evil ways," I said.

"Do you know where they go when they die?"

"Ghosts are dead, they have already been wiped out."

"No, they are all absorbed by me, they are all living in my body now!" Yan Hua pushed me away and said loudly.

"What?" I asked in surprise.

"Not only them, but also the ghost army of Yinshan Dharma. Xie Lan, I don't want to be a god of death..."

When she said this, Yuhua was no longer a general who broke the evil way, nor did she have half the majesty of the god of death. Now she seems to have returned to the Yellow River, becoming a girl from the Lin family who died with resentment.

"Can you feel their presence?" I asked.

"No, all I can feel is sadness, endless sadness."

At that time, neither Yuhua nor I knew the existence of soul energy, so neither of us knew why she behaved like this.

Yanhua said that at first she was worried that she would not be able to release the full pressure of death, and was even prepared to damage her soul.

At this moment, those dead souls seemed to have sensed something, and began to turn into black energy and pour into her body one after another. From then on, there was a sadness in her heart that could never be resolved.

It took me a long time to understand that grief is a burden that every god of death must bear, just like the spirit-calling banner in my porch.

"Xie Lan, let's go back." After a long time, Yanhua got up from my arms.

"it is good."

After going down the hill, Yanhua turned into an indifferent god of death again.Not to be approached, not to be touched, not to be crushed.

As long as there are still wars in the Demonic Way, Yanhua will always be the leader of the Demonic Way, and the fragility of the girl belonging to the Lin family will never be revealed in front of others.

There are no tables, chairs and beds in the military tent, only a roll of animal skin for rest.

It was still early in the morning, so I helped her unload the black gold skull armor, and then I was going to go out of the military tent and go to the camp to be on duty.

At this moment, Yan Hua stopped me.

As soon as I turned around, I met a cold knife light.

"Almost forgot a very important thing." Yanhua stared at me coldly and said.

"What's the matter?" I was sweating like rain.

"Do you owe me an explanation about Murong Yuanrui?"

"Yuhua, I have nothing to do with her at all. We don't agree with each other, so we can't have anything." I said.

Although I admit that I have an unbreakable affection for Murong Yuanrui, I also know in my heart that there is no result with her.

The marriage line on the Sansheng Stone has no effect on Tianzun, and Murong Yuanrui is only one step away from Tianzun, and I am the same.

Now we are not in the state of mind to swing a sword to cut through love, but it will be different after we reach Tianzun.The stronger the ability, the heavier the mission.

"The battle is imminent, and I don't want to entangle you with this matter. But I want you to remember one sentence, you can only choose between Murong and me, with me or without her." Yanhua said.

"I know."

Not only because of the cause and effect of Po Jun and Nine Heavens Xuannv, but also the God of Death and the God of War.

When I got out of the military tent, I took the sword and went around to inspect the surrounding area.After returning, he found that the lights in Jiang Xueyang's military tent were still on, so he walked in.

Speaking of the matter of Yuhua, Jiang Xueyang didn't explain it, but only vaguely speculated that Yuhua might have awakened a certain extremely powerful power of the god of death.