C925 (1/2)
”Wushuang emperor respects Hongling. I asked you to kill me, but I didn't say that I wanted you to erase my memory completely. Are you provoking me?”
Sensing the bloody sword rain that broke out in the void, the Tibetan king in white suddenly raised his head and looked at the terrible scene in front of him with a dignified face, and his whole body suddenly burst out with extremely violent killing intention.
He could die calmly, but his affection for the last emperor of the underworld could not be obliterated in that day's eclipse law. He wanted to merge with the Tibetan king in black, and then go to jiyuanxing road to bring that one's spirit back to Fengdu.
No one in this world can take away the memory that belongs to him, and no one can prevent the resurrection of the previous generation of Hades. In order to wait for this day, he does not know how much he has paid for it. Therefore, there must be no difference in this matter today.
”White clothes, the reason why you choose to let peerless emperor do it is not only because he is the only great master except you and me in Tianguan. I'm afraid that he wants to eliminate the obsession of the contemporary Hades.”
”Once you die at the hands of Hong Ling, let me integrate your memory and bring back the spirit of the last generation of the Hades. Then you can misinterpret this incident as the incomparable emperor wants the contemporary Pluto to to die, so as to eliminate any of her thoughts. Am I right?”
At this time, the Tibetan king in black stares at the white clothes coldly, and youyou says his own ideas, making the white clothes have a meal and then grinning.
”You are very clever, but unfortunately, you can't stop me! Even if it is the so-called eclipse law, it can't erase my memory! ”
Boom! The whole body of the white clothes erupted a huge divine light, which made the sword of killing the immortals behind him suddenly stir up a violent sword meaning, and then it swept away towards the falling scarlet sword rain, which broke out an incomparably violent impact in the void.
The king of Tibet in white stood quietly in the center of the underground palace. The white flower on the other side of the river was now undergoing a terrible change. The petals that had fallen were rapidly retrospected and recombined into the white Mandala flower.
All the laws of natural erosion belonging to Hongling are now blocked by the sword of killing immortals. The sword blade falling in the rain of sword is broken by life, and then purified into nothingness by the light of the white flowers on the other side of the river, which makes the whole shaking underground palace calm down rapidly.
”The Tibetan king in black, don't you
She raised her eyebrows and looked at the Tibetan king in black who was offering sacrifices to Manzhu shahua. Hong Ling seemed to have been extremely angry. Although he was a great master, he wanted to defeat the white clothes by himself. It was just a dream.
”Amitabha, since the supreme emperor speaks in person, then the poor monk will do his best.”
He raised his hand and threw out the red Manzhu shahua. The Tibetan king in black chanted the mysterious ancient Sanskrit, which made the whole underground palace suddenly full of monstrous bloody gods. With a bang, he gave the sword of killing immortals in the void.
”Black, do you dare to damage my business?”
As soon as he sensed that Zhuxian sword was subdued by the bloody Manzhu shahua, the Tibetan king in white lost his cool at the moment. Without this powerful weapon, he would hardly survive in the powerful law of the eclipse of heaven.
”The king of the underworld, who wants to be a king of the underworld, who wants to be a king of the underworld soon
”She chose to die and then resurrect her. Do you really think this is the result she wants? Everything in this world has its samsara. Why should you be so persistent? ”
Walking gently towards the center of the underground palace, there is a vast amount of God's light gushing out from the whole body of the Tibetan king in black, faintly resonating with the power of his red flower on the other side, making the manzhusha flower more and more charming.
But at this moment, the unparalleled emperor respected Hongling, but he was aware of a trace of evil spirit, which was not from the Tibetan king in white clothes who was fighting with his breath, but from the black clothes.
”No, these two guys...”
Puff, there is no time to straighten out his own ideas. Suddenly, a white claw pierced through Hongling's back heart and poked out from his chest. There was scarlet blood dripping on the five fingers.
”The Tibetan king in black, even you want to kill me?”
Hard to turn her head and look at the quiet face of dizang in black, Hong Ling suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. This is not from the discomfort caused by the wound, but because the person who made the move turned out to be the king of dizang whom he had always respected.
”I'm sorry, I can't let the emperor Wushuang kill you, so I can only kill you in this underground palace. After thousands of years, you will wake up naturally!”
Quickly draw out the bone claw, the black clothes of the Tibetan king suddenly on its plasma toward the ground, so that the palace of stone clapped out a brilliant blood.
”Well, I don't care about the gratitude and resentment of the two of you, but if anyone wants to kill Su Yu or fight against me, don't blame me for being merciless!”
With a loud bang, Hongling's whole body suddenly had an incomparably majestic divine light surging around, and the originally broken bloody sad sword was also rapidly remodeled in his hand, and soon formed a bloody and simple long sword.