Kowloon pull coffin

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In their eyes, the only thing they could see was a black spot in the eastern airspace.Maybe it's a satellite, maybe it's a bird.

Heyang County, streets and alleys.

A woman in red looked up at the eastern sky, weeping silently.

"Sister, why are you sad?" A seven or eight year old girl stared at her strangely and asked.

The woman in red wiped away her tears, smiled slightly, and said, "Sister is not sad."

"Why are you crying so many tears if you're not sad?" the little girl asked reluctantly.

"Well, my sister was cheated."

"Who lied to you?"

"Father of the Devil Dao, Xie Lan."

At the beginning, I promised Xie Hongying to come to Guixu to find me, but no one came to meet me. An ordinary person would never be able to find Guixu. She could only silently search for the footprints of the demon way in the world.

On this day, she came to my hometown, Heyang County. Before she went to the Yellow River to worship the Yellow River Empress, she saw Kunpeng flying up from the East China Sea for nine days.

"Liar, you promised to wait for me at Guixu and accept me as a demonic disciple."

"Now that Kunpeng has left the world, where are you?"

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748章 鏖战兵魔

Yuhua and I kept searching in the void of the universe, successively visited several supreme beings hidden in the void, and gradually locked the location of the kingdom of heaven from their mouths.

There are many alien gods in the void, but most of them don't care about foreign affairs anymore.

Time and space have exhausted their divine power, most of them have already lost their power, and their lifespan is limited.Even if there is no collision between the law of heaven and the law of heaven and earth, their time has come to an end.

For these people, no matter how much we persuade them, they will not participate in the battle of heaven.

Among the supreme beings that I met, only three still maintained strong combat power, namely the soldier demon, the undead banshee, and the soul hunter.

There is an ancient big arena in the plane world where soldiers and demons live in seclusion. No one knows how long this big arena has been idle. Every stone on the ground has tasted the blood of warriors.

There was no one around the arena. When Yuhua and I arrived, Bing Mo was standing in the center of the arena like a statue.

The condition for the statue to speak is very simple, enter the center of the arena and defeat the soldiers.

"Are you coming or am I coming?" I asked.

"Let me do it."

"Do you care about me?" I asked cheekily.

"No, this big arena is full of warrior souls. I don't want them to be destroyed by your sword energy. Besides, this is also my place of opportunity." Yanhua said.

"Your realm can still be improved?" I asked in surprise.

"There is no end to war but no end to misfortune. As long as there is battle and soul power, your cultivation will never stop, and your sword is the same. The road of the strong has no destination."

In terms of cultivation, I am far less profound than Yanhua.

Calculating carefully, I have only practiced for a few years. Although there are countless opportunities, the time is too short after all.

And Yanhua has a godhead in her body, and when she wakes up, it will be a memory of thousands of years.

Thinking of this, I let out a long sigh, pointed to the center of the arena and said to Yanhua: "Madam, please."

"Aren't you worried that I won't be able to defeat the soldiers?" Yanhua asked.

"Heaven governs life, and you govern death." I thought for a while and said.

"Hey, Xie Lan, you've learned badly. You used to worry about me a lot. Do you not love me anymore?" Xie Hua asked with a frown.

"...Why don't I try the fighting power of the soldier demon first?" The woman felt a pinch in her heart, and I asked tentatively.

"That's not necessary. In fact, what I want to say is that I don't like you who are strong."

"why?"

"The stronger you are, the harder it is for me to control you. There are only two people who can put pressure on me, one is Heaven and the other is you. No one else is in my eyes."

"Yu Hua."

"Ok?"

"After seeing you at Liu Hechou's door for the first time, I knew that I would never escape from your grasp, so you don't have to worry about not being able to control me."

"Then, how do you explain the matter of Murong and Jian Jia?"

"..." I had nothing to say, and talked about him from left to right.

"I couldn't control your heart before, and I could control your people, but now I can't even control your people, sad."

"Yuhua, Bingmo seems to be angry."

"A little angry. The question is, why is he angry?"

"Perhaps, it's because we've spent too much time being numb!"

After finishing speaking, Yanhua and I met each other and laughed, and Yanhua jumped into the center of the arena amidst the laughter.

The soldiers and demons have long since had no soldiers to use, and their good fortune and cultivation base have taken away the evil spirit of the three armies.

The God of Death's visit from the beginning aroused the strong hostility of the soldiers and demons.But this hostility did not erupt, and his people still stood quietly in the center of the arena, like a lifeless statue.

"Reaper, you shouldn't be here. This is the home of souls of warriors, and only I can appease their souls."

"Since you know that I am the god of death, you should also understand that the god of death does not have much compassion."

"Tell me, what do you want?" Bing Mo asked.

"You, and all the warrior souls."

"Let's fight, let me see how much power you have back then."

"as you wish."

Yuhua was suspended in the air, and the death lotus armor on her body was blooming piece by piece. What shocked me was that with the opening of the lotus armor, a pair of black wings suddenly appeared on the back of Yuhua.

I was extremely amazed, I had only seen the flag on the back of Yuhua before, but I had never seen her with wings.