The ancient underworld, the frozen throne.

In the past time, Yumeng has been staying here, with snowmen flying all over the sky like ice.

After the fall of the Heavenly Dao, Taichu Death God was the most powerful god in the universe, and even surpassed the Taoist ancestor Xie Moling.

Although the Demonic Patriarch had the best skills, the shot he had defeated the Void Lord almost exhausted all his power. The most important thing was that the energy of the Sky Thief Star also dried up with that shot and could never regenerate.

The current Taoist ancestor is even less powerful than a peak supreme.

The gloom of the Sky-Thief Star marks the end of the era of Xie Moling, the founder of the Demonic Taoism.

From chaos to the Dharma-Ending End, Xie Moling has been transformed into Xiyi for three thousand years, but these three thousand years are still his three thousand years.

After the end of the Dharma-Ending Age, I held the demonic soul-summoning banner.

Lead the disciples of the Demonic Taoism to return to the top, pursue the path of the Taoist ancestor, and constantly surpass him.

The battle of the Kingdom of Heaven should have become the pinnacle of my life.

After the Xie Moling era ended, I should have opened another new era of Taoist treasury.

Unfortunately, I want to say goodbye to this world.

I thought I was the master, carrying the fate of all living beings, fighting against the laws of heaven at all costs.

When the battle ended, I gave my body and soul, but finally found that I was just a guest from afar.

Now, I want to say goodbye to the world as a guest.

The snow fell endlessly, falling on the Death God's armor, turning into water mist and rising.

The mist turns into frost and turns into ice again.

In the past time, she traveled through the eternal void and counted the stars in the sky, but did not notice any news about my existence. She visited Guixuxi Xie Moling and the Empress of the Yinsi, and the news was cut off in two places.

Finally, she returned to the underworld with sadness and despair.

After the loss of the underworld, the throne that originally belonged to the God of Death was also destroyed. Now the Dead Sea in the underworld is frozen for thousands of miles, and the ice peaks rise in the sea with the coldness of death.

She carved the throne on the top of the ice peak and sank the Styx to the bottom of the sea.

The underworld has long become a dead place, with no corpses or souls seen, and those who have been forgotten have been completely forgotten.

Crack, Crack.

The sound of snow being trampled on by combat boots, someone came to the ice of the Dead Sea.

The wife was indifferent and allowed the people to get closer step by step.

The Dead Sea is the taboo realm of the God of Death, and the one who can enter here is at least the supreme cultivation level.

And the closer you get to Frozen, the more powerful the God of Death you are exposed. Looking at the eternal void, there are very few people who can personally visit Frozen.

It is even rarer for people who can reach the top step by step from the bottom of the front.

Chunjun was wearing a wide fur cloak, wearing ice-blue gem boots, and carrying a heavy sword wrapped in layers.

My once tender cheeks have long been stained with wind and frost, and my eyes are deep and I can't see them.

The sword is a killing soldier, and in the realm of the God of Death, she had to put away her sword energy, as if she was afraid of waking up the Styx Sword sleeping on the bottom of the sea.

Chun Jun, the origin of the sword, is not the opponent of the Styx.

It is because this knife has already surpassed the scope of the spirit of the weapon after being enthroned by the Lord.

The way of heaven will fall, and the thief star will be dim and dull. Only the god of death in the withered world will show its power.

The body of Kuigang is extinct.

When the world witheres, all living beings will be affected, but the God of Death will not.

She will become stronger and stronger until the world can no longer tolerate her.

At that time, she will have to leave, otherwise all beings will become extinct because of her.

The way of heaven is the Lord of life, and the god of death is the Lord of death.

Since the vitality is gone, who else can curb the power of the god of death?

So, our God of Death is a kind and indifferent God of Death. She has no intention of killing all things or dominating all living beings.

Chunjun had already arrived under the ice, dragging his long fur cloak and climbing up step by step with his gem boots.

The wind blew her long hair and the snow blurred her eyes.

The road to the top is a hovering mountain road.

Layer after layer, layer after layer is more and more pressure.

At this time, Feng Huan fell into a deep sleep and did not recognize the aura from Chun Jun, so he did not have any affection for her.

The cold wind was like a knife cutting her sword body through Chunjun's military uniform.

My eyes were stinging and tears were flowing. Wiping them with my hands was all icy.

Step by step, Chunjun finally ascended the top of the ice and came to the throne of the throne of the throne.

If it were before, Chunjun would have to perform a great ceremony when he saw Wang Huan.

However, Chunjun did not do this today.

Because she was not alone, she was carrying a heavy sword on her back.

The wife was still sleeping, as if she hadn't woken up.

Chunjun did not disturb her, unbuttoned the heavy sword on her back, unbuttoned the wrapping of the sword layer by layer.

Her hands were trembling, and she took a deep breath, calming herself down.

The sword was untied, and the cold light was like water.

Even if there is no murderous intent at all, the sword energy still triggers strong spatial fluctuations.

As soon as the sword was exposed to the air, it immediately aroused the alertness of the Styx. At the bottom of the Dead Sea, the Styx began to awaken. As the sword intent bloomed, cracks broke out in the Dead Sea ice layer.

The sword is the demonic sword left by the Great Lord of the Void, and it cannot be tolerated by heaven and earth.

No matter where the sword appears, it is a curse for living beings.

The Sword of Void, the Sword of Thousands of Prophecies. The combination of two broken swords into one makes this sword lose its master in our world.

No one is qualified to hold the hilt of the sword, and Chunjun cannot.

She could only untie the sword and carefully held the sword body.
Chapter completed!