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"Sharp blades kill life, strength wounds souls."

Accompanied by the prophecy of Yanhua, her people suddenly flew up into the air, and greeted Lu Chunyang's Liwei sword head-on with the body of the god of death who had been nirvana seven times.

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Chapter 449

As soon as Yuhua moved, all the generals of the Demonic Dao were shocked.

Even Jiang Xueyang's expression changed instantly.

Over the years, everyone around Yuhua has gotten used to her gentle side.

In the past, she was too tired and carried too much pain.Beneath the indifferent face of death is a tired heart.

After amnesia, no one who knew her complained about her.The gentle and weak girl of the Lin family is more comforting than the god of death in the ancient underworld.

Jiang Xueyang once said that if possible, she hoped that Yuhua would never wake up.

It's a pity that the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, and the magic way cannot be without the general who breaks the army.

"Jiang Xiang, sister Yu Hua has awakened?" A Li asked.

"Hmm. Maybe she never sleeps, and always appears when Mo Dao needs her most."

Now, Mo Dao has reached the moment of life and death.Facing Lu Chunyang's sure-to-kill sword, Yanhua stepped forward without hesitation.

The god of death in the air has changed into a uniform.

After completing the seventh Nirvana, Yuhua herself can arm her death body with soul energy.

She is now wearing a dark black heavy armor, shrouded in a strong breath of death.

The legendary battle armor of the undead was shattered at the bottom of Helan Mountain. The armor that Yuhua is wearing now still maintains the charm of that armor, but it fits her perfect body better than the legendary legend of the undead.

The white-haired Grim Reaper was extremely cold and glamorous.

As she said, I bloom in the killing, like a flower in the dawn.

The scorpion in the air is like a lotus in full bloom.

At the moment when she was in full bloom, Lu Chunyang's sword energy exploded in the stamens of the black lotus with a force of thunder.

The big sound is loud, the elephant is invisible.

The power of the destructive sword qi radiated in all directions.

The body of the god of death could not carry the destructive energy in the sword, and turned into black mist, which was scattered with the agitation of the sword.

The demonic disciple silently looked into the sky, and the scattered black mist seemed to disappear at any time.

Lu Chunyang's sword of Liwei was caught, and the price was that the god of death in the ancient underworld of the evil way turned into black mist, and his soul was broken.

When the black mist dissipated, it was the time when Yuhua's spirit died.

"Hang Hua!"

Jiang Xueyang let out an angry roar, tears streaming down like rain.

"Why? Why are you doing this?"

"You said that if the one who returns is the Patriarch of the Mo Dao, you will give your life back to the Mo Dao. But, why didn't you wait for him to come back, and left so heartlessly."

"Don't you even have the courage to face it?"

"Pojun, you are a coward!"

Jiang Xueyang roared loudly.

3000 years ago, the death of Pojun Dharma Protector Tianzun caused the magic to disappear overnight, and Tanlang Dharma Protector Tianzun sank into Jinao Island with tears in his eyes.

Without Dao Patriarch, the Demonic Dao disciples still have the support of the Pojun General. If the Pojun is not there, how can the Demonic Dao fight?

Pojun died, Shapolang's fate was broken.

The Battle of the Conferred Gods has not yet begun, and the magic way has already been eliminated.

As a demon disciple, I have never seen Jiang Xueyang who lost his composure.

"Jiang Xiang!" Ali persuaded with tears in her eyes, but she herself was already sobbing.

All the generals of the Demonic Dao wept silently.

The black mist finally dissipated, and the sky became clear.

There is no black void vortex, and no soul can reunite her body with black energy.

No matter who will think, the god of death has left this world.

The Yellow River has ten bends, after all, it flows eastward.

There will no longer be the Empress of the Yellow River in the Yellow River, and there will be no more generals who break the army in the Demonic Way.

A corner of the three-star fate of Shapolang was missing, and half of the country was ruined by the magic way.

Yuhua's sad departure is a grief that Mo Dao cannot bear.

Also caught off guard was the humane Tianzun.

Xie Liuyun's face was full of disbelief, and he murmured, "Brother, did she really leave?"

"En." Zhang Daoling said with a sigh.

"Unexpectedly, she would leave in this way." Xie Liuyun's tone was somewhat desolate.

"I can't think of it either."

"In the Battle of the Conferred Gods back then, it was Dao Ancestor who went first, but this time it was Po Jun who went first. It seems that the Devil Dao can never escape the tragedy of fate."

"Perhaps it was already doomed from the moment the teachings of the Devil's Dao were born," Zhang Daoling said.

Xie Liuyun glanced at Lu Chunyang, wanted to say something but didn't say anything.

The matter has come to this point, there is no room for redemption, and the next step is to bury all the army of demons and wipe out the roots, otherwise what humanity will face in the future is the crazy revenge of demons at all costs.

"kill!"

Lu Chunyang was resolute. Killing God with one sword did not weaken the hatred in his heart, but made him even more crazy.