The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　"And when the Ice Dragon King reached the depths of the abyss, he unleashed great power."

　"Nine Sons of the Dragon."

　In the darkness, the outlines of the nine dragon sons appeared one by one.

　"The Nine Sons, the present-day Jiedushi, completely obeyed the Ice Dragon King's orders at the time. They used some kind of power from the abyss—you already know it, the unknown—to participate in the war. With the addition of this great power, the Fire Dragon was quickly defeated.

　Retreating, ultimately ended in defeat."

　"The Fire Dragon King of ten thousand years has never been reconciled to his defeat. He is loyal to the Star Sea Goddess, but the current state of the Summer Islands does not conform to the oracle given to him by the Goddess. Therefore, he passed on all the knowledge of the Abyss of Eternal Darkness to his descendants."

　"This secret has been covered up until it fell into the hands of Yan Zun."

　"He followed the will of his ancestors, searching for a way to enter the Abyss of Eternal Darkness, and ultimately discovered a weak point in the Netherworld dimension on Liu Island."

　"That day, he planned to use a volcanic eruption as the centerpiece of a ritual, attempting to sacrifice all the lives of the Liudao Island as energy to break through the Nether Dimension. Before that, the then-Ice Dragon Emperor arrived and stopped him."

　"That great battle was devastating. Ultimately, Liudao sank, and the Flame Lord was buried in the sea. The descendants of the Fire Dragon were forced to migrate westward, eventually settling in the Falu Mountains."

　"And the Ice Dragon Emperor also obtained some information from the Flame Lord's soul that he shouldn't have known, and thus fell into corruption."

　"Now, this information will be known to you. Although it can't be called an ultimate secret, it is enough to drive people crazy - that's why only you and I can see it clearly."

　Having said this, Yuechen lightly touched the darkness, and the secrets contained in the scroll poured out.

　Xing Mo only felt a chaotic flash of starlight in her mind, and then a distorted dragon shape appeared in her vision.

　Was that the Dragon Lord? Xing Mo didn't know, she only knew it was a wriggling shadow.

　The wriggling shadow was madly shouting three words over and over again:

　"Kill me! Kill me! Kill me! Kill me! Kill me! Kill me! Kill me! Kill me!"

Chapter 421 Ancient Dragon Language (Part 2) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　In the pitch-black abyss, the Dragon Lord cried out words longing for death.

　He tossed and wailed repeatedly in the abyss. The distorted noise constituted a great power in the underworld, and gave birth to countless ghosts and monsters.

　Those evil spirits guard the underworld, constantly harvesting living things, tearing up history and carving it into the Three Lives Stone, making the Dragon Lord more powerful.

　But He never longed to be powerful, He longed to die.

　In an instant, Xingmo suddenly understood several things:

　First, why is there such a chaotic structure within the Black Dragon Society, with the "Returning Faction" and "Other Factions"?

　Because the Dragon Lord did not send down the divine will, His words were too distorted and the information entropy was too high. It took at least power beyond the Dragon King level to fully understand them. Even the Flame Lord misinterpreted the Dragon Lord's desire to die as "desire to return" and fell into madness because of it.

　Secondly, why can all those with "complete tattoos" within the Black Dragon Society summon divine followers of the Black Dragon Servant level? You know, too much distribution of power will lead to insufficient power of the gods themselves, which goes against the logic of the gods.

　The reason is very simple: because the Dragon Lord already longs to die, how can he care about his power being squandered?

　He wished he could be as weak as possible, and be killed immediately.

　A god is buried in the deepest part of the abyss. His existence is unknown, his authority is unknown, and his long-cherished wish is also unknown.

　Even though He longed to die, even though He had been roaring for thousands of years, no one had ever been able to fulfill His long-cherished wish.

　Because everything about Him is unknown.

　""

　When the history was revealed, Xingmo felt a sadness that could not be expressed in words welling up in his heart.

　Because everything is unknown to the unknown god, even his believers do not know his intentions, and thus everything is twisted in a direction that is contrary to the god's wishes.

　He longed to die, but the Black Dragon Society reaped history, making him even more powerful.

　His cries grew more miserable, and his power grew stronger.

　Because it is becoming increasingly difficult for Him to "die."

　But why would He desire to die?

　""

　After seeing all this, Xingmo stood alone in the dark dream, facing Yuechen.

　"The existence of the Black Dragon Society is tacitly approved by the Nine Sons of the Dragon, right?" she asked.

　"Indeed, you are very clever," Yue Chen nodded with a smile. "The Father God's power is too great, and naturally there are those among the Nine Sons who desire to obtain that power. Thus, the Black Dragon Society emerged from the mortal world, using unknown forces to infiltrate the shadows of history."

　"Now, thanks to your efforts, Doreen Dubois, the leader of the Danish branch of the Returned Faction, has been eliminated. I can finally introduce you..."

　Having said this, Yuechen snapped his fingers, and a crack appeared in the darkness, revealing a man's faint smile.

　That's dark wood.

　"The Parthian Sect," Yuechen said with a slight smile, "we are dedicated to killing the Dragon Lord and freeing Him from eternal torment. This is the best way to honor His will."

　"What does it have to do with me?" Xing Mo asked coldly.

　She has no interest in the Black Dragon Society.

　"Ah...don't say that. Do you remember what I promised you on the night of the White Tower?"

　Yuechen smiled and blinked, and Xingmo's delicate brows wrinkled slightly.

　"what do you mean?"

　"After the Dragon Lord dies, you will gain access to the ultimate secret," Yuechen clapped his hands. "Don't you long to be promoted to an angel? This is your chance."

　"Help me slay the dragon

　Lord—you don’t need to put in much effort in this process, and then... I will give you the ultimate secret.”

　Hearing this, Xing Mo sneered and said:

　"Actually, you don't have that ultimate secret at all, right?"

　"Uh..."

　After hearing this, Yue Chen was slightly stunned, and then rubbed the back of his head helplessly:

　"Why are you so decisive? I don't think I've let anything slip..."

　"It's the Corpse Gate, right?" Xingmo's lips curled slightly, "The ultimate secret... is actually there."

　She recalled the words of Flame Lord's prayer: "I pray for the unknown to reappear... I pray—the Gate of Corpses!"

　Apparently, the Corpse Gate is hidden from view, and killing the Dragon Lord is the only way to free it.

　Xing Mo was not sure whether the "ultimate secret" was inside the Skeleton Gate, so she chose to trick Yue Chen.

　Yuechen also cooperated very well and was fooled.

　"That's right, then tell me the truth. I really don't have that secret." Yue Chen spread out his hands. "The secret is in the Skeleton Gate. As long as the Dragon Lord dies, the Dragon Gate will rise and the secret will reappear."

　"How about this? Are you satisfied with this? Can we cooperate?"

　"Why do you have to cooperate with me?" Xing Mo continued to ask, "Am I special?"

　"...Can you not be special?" Yue Chen sighed, "Don't make me angry."

　"Then tell me what makes me special." Xing Mo said.

　She didn't feel any guilt at all for making things difficult for Yuechen - after all, this guy assisted the Golden King Ugaon in opening the String of Truth, which directly led to the fall of the Academy.

　Although his stance is both good and evil, Xingmo does not agree with the logic of these extraordinary creatures who take human lives lightly: whether it is Yuechen or the Ancient Dragon Hunter.

　"Then I'll just come clean."

　Yuechen spread his hands helplessly:

　"To enter the Abyss of Eternal Darkness, we need a key, a key that will open the path to destiny."

　"You can find it yourself." Xing Mo said.

　"It has been found and given to you."

　Yuechen pointed at Xingmo's chest:

　"The long-ringing bell of the sea of ​​stars."

　"!"

　As soon as these words came out, Xing Mo subconsciously touched her chest and happened to touch the slightly vibrating bell.

　Her eyes suddenly became alert, and Yuechen's mouth corners curled up slightly.

　As expected... all the details are connected again at the smiling part...

　Yuechen had long known that Xingmo would definitely not return the Holy Bell to the White Tower - she had witnessed with her own eyes how many tragedies the Holy Bell had caused, and would not allow it to remain within the reach of humans.

　Yuechen knew Xingmo even better, so he knew that she would become the only bell protector and carry the Changming Star Sea Bell with her.

　He is the blue star, and Xingmo is the golden full moon.

　A tangled fate, a concluding road.

　The heavy burden of fate once again weighed on Xingmo's head, making her feel a little breathless for a short time.

　She looked directly at Yuechen and spoke softly:

　"how do you want to do it?"

　"I can't show up right away. Honestly, if the Dragon Lord senses me entering the Netherworld, He will immediately expel me."

　Yuechen spread out his hands and said:

　"I will give you another phonograph stone. When you reach the Dragon Lord, throw the stone and I will appear."

　"From the way you sound, it seems like reaching a god is a very simple thing." Xing Mo muttered.

　"Is this your first time slaying a god? Ersis's screams still linger in the shadows of the netherworld," Yuechen smiled. "Don't worry, with the Dragon Lord seeking death, approaching Him won't be difficult. The only things you need to worry about are the monsters spawned by the Black Dragon Society."

　"Like the Black and White Impermanence and the Ox-Head and Horse-Face?" Xing Mo said.

　"Those are just judges. Killing them won't be difficult for you," Yuechen shook his head. "What's really difficult to deal with are those things guarding "Him." They are made up of concepts devoured by the Netherworld. That is the true purgatory..."

　"So may I ask what is your role in this series of events?" Xing Mo frowned.

　"Isn't the intelligence officer important?" Yue Chen blinked.

　"I need substantial assistance," Xingmo crossed his arms, "otherwise, I'll ask someone else to take you in."

　In fact, Xingmo knew that he could not avoid what was happening in front of him: the unknown of the Dragon Lord hid the "ultimate secret" in the Gate of Skeletons, which was the key that Xingmo had to obtain if he wanted to be promoted to an angel.

　She had to face the Dragon Lord no matter what. It would be best if Yue Chen could be used in this matter.

　But she thought that she couldn't always be used as a tool by others - she had to do something good occasionally.

　""

　Yuechen looked at Xingmo and finally sighed helplessly.

　He reached into the lining of his coat, rummaged around, and pulled out a silver revolver.

　"This was custom-made by Black Wood using my power," Yue Chen said with some reluctance. "Forget it, I'll give it to you. I can't use it anyway."

　Xing Mo took the silver revolver and looked at it: the revolver was made of pure silver, and engraved patterns of stars and moons spread across the gun body, making it look like a work of art.

　"Xinyue, a demigod-level holy object," Yuechen introduced.

　"Its hammer is a string-drum structure that consumes your spiritual energy every time it fires, creating a truth effect in an extremely small range."

　"Specifically, it will hit the target every time, because for it, hitting the target is the truth."

　"At the same time, it can fire angel bullets."

　"Is this okay now? Truth is an unknown enemy, and those judges can't defeat it." Yue Chen spread out his hands.

　"Not bad, it seems you are of some use." Xing Mo muttered.

　"Honestly, I've always felt that we should cooperate honestly," Yuechen chuckled. "Don't you think it's appropriate? Stars and moon, moving towards that magnificent symphony together."

　"The Star-Shepherding String should not be controlled by any being," Xingmo raised her head, "so I will never agree with your ambition."

　"No, you are wrong. This is not ambition, but..."

　Yuechen spread out his hands, smiling as he stepped back:

　"It's fate."

　"Also, I need to remind you: if you aspire to find the position of Dragon Lord in the Netherworld, you will need someone who can strike the chord of truth over a wider range."

　"You can't come in?" Xing Mo frowned, "Then where is the candidate?"