Kowloon pull coffin

This is the biggest mistake he made today.

The Lord of the Void roared again, and from behind the Void Gate came a destructive wind that swept across the world, sweeping across Xie Moling's body.

This destructive wind once blew up countless stars and dissipated with the wind.

It has also exterminated an unknown number of worlds full of vitality, obliterated all living things, and created a desert of death.

When the destructive wind blew towards the patriarch of the demonic way, countless cracks appeared on his skin instantly, blood and flesh flew across, and was blown into scarlet blood mist by the destructive wind.

Blowing off his long hair, blowing his way out.

Even blood and flesh splattered, and the arms holding the gun were left with only bones, which were almost blown to powder...

But he still holds the sky thief's gun firmly, and won't let go until he dies!

The breath of the Void Maharaja exhausted his full strength. If he persisted, he would lose not only a sword, an arm, but even his perfect demon body. The door showed signs of collapse.

It was a humiliation he could never bear.

The demon chose to retreat, let go of the hand holding the sword, let the tip of the sky thief's spear cut his palm, and pulled back the void gate.

After a sigh, the gate of the void was slowly closed, and the roar of the hell beast was also silenced.

"Ghosts and gods are dark, think about yourself."

After reading this prophecy, Xie Moling passed out in extreme pain.

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Chapter 8: Where is Lan?

The maelstrom stopped spinning, and the darkness in the Sacrificial Abyss retreated.

The abyss is sometimes very shallow, as long as the evil thoughts disappear, the abyss will become flat.

When the darkness cleared, Kunpeng fell from the sky with the gods on his back and came to the bottom of the abyss.

There, they saw Xie Moling, whose life and death were unknown.

The upper body is naked, half flesh and blood, a pair of arms are bone-deep, and the hands are almost turned into powder, as if they will fall apart at the touch of a touch.

However, these hands still firmly hold the gun body.

The point of the spear was nailed to the ground, surrounded by a large amount of blood of demons, still shining with evil and fierce light, making the gods flinch.

His long jet-black hair was broken into strands, like a beggar, covering most of his face.

His face was pale and bloodless, as thin as a blade.

This man who once left countless myths and legends in the three realms of the world is weaker than a skeleton walking corpse in the underworld.

"The way of the devil, the way of the devil..." Master Nanhua murmured.

People in the world only know that the disciple of the Demonic Dao is eternally popular, but who knows how much pain he has to bear as the Patriarch of the Demonic Dao.

In particular, a peerless strong man from another world, who can create the foundation of the demonic way in the world, devotes his whole life to it, and finally fights for the demonic way to the death of Huanhun Cliff, becomes Xiyi and returns to heaven and earth.

Even if you don't know Zu's true life experience, his life has touched everyone enough, and even Daozang is unwilling to leave a name for him, because once his name is written in Daozang, then there will be no such things as humanity and immortality in Daozang from now on. It's over.

And after knowing his life experience, what moved him was not only the three worlds of the world.

The ancient Three Realms, the Eternal Void, and even this Lord of Tai Chi who has traveled through countless parallel spaces of the universe and weaved countless dreams will all be moved by him.

In fact, Nanhua Daoist has never had any contact with Xie Moling. The one who really knows him is her father, the master of Hunyuan Taiji.

Therefore, when the real Nanhua saw Xie Moling in front of him, he could only sigh and be shocked in his heart.

Po Jun shed tears, all the hatred and resentment disappeared the moment he saw his sweetheart.

She knelt down piously, beside Taoist Ancestor, wanting to lift him up from the ground, but she was afraid of causing him any harm. She even stretched out her pure white hand for a long time, but she didn't dare to remove a strand of hair from his forehead .

Thinking that the cause and effect have been cut off, and there is no relationship with each other.

But at the moment of meeting, thousands of lovesickness fetters were aroused again.

A deep love for a few dashes, the sunset in the deep mountains and the late autumn rain.

Just because, no matter how much love is used, how many tears are shed, as long as it is for him.

It's all worth it.

Ali, fell to his knees.

Jiang Xueyang fell to his knees.

Seemingly seriously injured and unable to support themselves, the two demon warriors pushed aside the support around them and knelt on the ground.

Murong Yuanrui knelt down on the ground, together with several ancient gods behind her.

Under the light of Youyingzhu, one left and one right knelt down on the ground.

Empress Ziyu, tidy up your clothes.

Xie Liuyun, straighten your clothes.

Queen Mother of the West, straighten your clothes.

Humanity, immortal warriors, collectively pay tribute to Taoist ancestors.

Along with Master Nanhua, recite a sentence: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun..."

Kunpeng is sad, and the stars in the ninety thousand li sky are crying.

Just for the man in front of him, the man who stabbed the Void Lord and saved this broken world.

And the door behind the man.

Magic way, magic way!

Among the people present, the only one who kept his body still was the god of death in the beginning.

Yanhua didn't say anything, only after sweeping across Xie Moling's body with a divine thought at the beginning, and realizing that he was still alive, his expression returned to the ancient ice.

No matter what Xie Moling did, no matter how many people he moved.

Before she got the news about me, she had no Dao Patriarch in her eyes, and no Dao Patriarch in her eyes!

"A Li, heal his wounds." Yan Hua said indifferently.