Kowloon pull coffin

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Finally, when the last Shura soldier fell, Yanhua's divine thoughts came to an end.

Extremely weak body, can no longer maintain a standing posture.

She was half bowed, standing in the sea of ​​corpses, the fire of the soul around her was still burning.

Dazed, Yu Hua began to recall the past.

Once upon a time, she fought so hard and fought endlessly, killing a bloody path among tens of thousands of people.

At that time, she was the general who broke the army of the Demonic Dao, and she was shouldering the mission of fighting for the Demonic Dao. Behind her were thousands of Demonic Dao disciples who prayed for safety and security.

At that time, she was not fighting alone, killing the wolf in all directions.

On the verge of death, Yanhua could no longer suppress the emotions in her heart.

She heard the sound of ice shattering, and the past was like a tide rolling in, drowning her in an instant...

The life and death agreement is broad, and Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old together.

Mo Dao had a mistress, but she couldn't complain if it wasn't her, because she was the one who left.

It would be a lie to say that there is no hatred, and she doesn't rub the sand in her eyes. Back then, Jian Jia couldn't tolerate her, so how could she tolerate Murong.

When she was not weak, she could freeze her heart, but now she is weaker than a secular woman.

White hair is born for the king, and the king should cherish me.

Now, she is fighting to the last moment alone, who will accompany her by her side?

Fight alone until you die alone.

She doesn't regret her choice, she's just dissatisfied with the result.

I really want to see that person again, and ask him why Madam Mo Dao gave Murong and not her.

Who broke the oath first, who?

When I said goodbye at the ghost gate, I made it clear that no matter what happened to me, I would always wait.

What about the good words?

Having lost the supernatural power of the god of death, she is full of resentment, and her reason and emotion seem to have changed back to the girl from the Lin family 400 years ago.

What she wants to do is to be a beloved wife, neither a decisive general who destroys the army, nor a cold god of death.

However, the way of heaven destroys the world, if she wants to keep the way of magic and protect her lover, she can only choose to sacrifice.

Sacrifice her emotions in order to chase the power of Reaper.

Now, she finally regretted it.

She overestimated her own strength, thinking that she would never regret it, but when the real death came, she felt so sad in her heart.

She straightened up and looked into the distance.

I look forward to being able to look forward to ten thousand years before my soul and soul die.

She wanted to take another look at the Demonic Dao Homeland she fought for, and to take another look at her home, the Taoist Ancestor in her heart.

Unfortunately, she couldn't see anything.

The void of the universe is infinitely lonely, the stars are indifferent, and the darkness is eternal...

"King Shura, why don't you do anything?" asked Sha Nu, one of the four extreme evil gods.

"The 800 million Asura army was wiped out by the God of Death alone, but you don't even have the courage to take revenge." The Sha of Pride also began to taunt.

If it was in the past, when King Shura still had a hundred thousand dead soldiers, Siji Fiend would never have dared to be so rude to him, but now, the 800 million Shura army has all been wiped out, ruthlessly tearing up all the pride of King Shura .

The most ridiculous thing was that the god of death was already extremely weak, yet he still didn't have the courage to kill her with his own hands.

However, Sijisha's ridicule ignited the boundless anger in his heart, and the anger turned into killing intent, and the Death God of Shura Dynasty walked away.

The twelfth-grade blood lotus battle armor, Yuantu, and the two swords of Abi shone with cruel edges.

Once upon a time, how bold and arrogant King Shura was wearing the blood lotus battle armor and wielding two swords, no one in the world of the ancient ancestors talked about it, and the Shura army was invincible.

Now, he was pulled down from the altar by the god of death.Instead of remorse, there is only vengeful rage.

King Shura no longer had the qualifications to humiliate the god of death, so he sacrificed his two swords in silence.

In fact, in Yuhua's current state, even a single sword can't resist, but King Shura sacrificed two swords in a very dignified manner.

With two swords in hand, the gods evade.

Thinking that the god of death was about to die under his sword, King Shura's extremely depressed mood began to give birth to a tinge of excitement.

Except Tian Dao, no one has killed the god of death in the ancient underworld, but today, the god of death is destined to become the soul of the dead under his sword.

Thinking of this, King Shura's mood rose rapidly.

As long as he can kill the god of death, so what if he ruins an army of 800 million Shuras?

The Shura clan was originally transformed by the blood god son of the ancestor Styx, as long as the blood god son who was born is still there, the rise of the Shura clan is only a matter of time.

The god of death is immortal, spreading throughout the void of the universe, all living beings, all heavens and worlds.

And see the sky, he will expose this biggest lie with his own hands, and the god of death will die!

The murder was approaching in an instant, but Yanhua still hadn't recovered from his chaotic thoughts.

She was not indifferent to King Shura's destructive and murderous intentions, but even if she knew that he was here to kill her, what could she do?

She has no strength to fight back, instead of facing the fear of death, why not let her heart immerse herself in the memories of the past.

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King Shura condensed a mountain and sea-like murderous intent. He thought he could see some fear on the face of the god of death, but he was disappointed.

He didn't see the slightest trace of fear on Yuhua's face, and even the god of death didn't even look at him when he saw it, ignoring his existence.

King Shura was extremely annoyed, and his murderous intent skyrocketed even more out of thin air.

The Yuan Tu sword stabbed out, and a destructive sword energy directly passed through the body of Death God, leaving a terrifying blood hole in her chest.

The rapid passing of vitality only made Yanhua feel a little bit cold.

Her Death Scythe had already taken countless lives, and today it was finally her turn.