Kowloon pull coffin

Chapter 255 Death Kiss

The sea is blue and the sky is like washing.

When Murong Yuanrui's consciousness regained control of his body, he was floating in the sea.

Returning to the ruins, it is impossible to fly in the sky, Murong Yuanrui manipulated the way of Guishui, stepped on the water and walked towards the reef on the edge of the cliff.

The snow-white Taoist robe has been soaked by sea water, and her hair is wetly draped over her shoulders.Although she is the god of war, she is still a daughter after all, and she needs to tidy up her appearance before going out to meet people.

Under the cliff, the stormy waves hit the shore, although the sky is long and the sea is wide, fortunately it is clean and there is no one there.

Just when Murong Yuanrui stepped onto the rock and was about to take off his mask, a black shadow suddenly fell from the sky.

Along with the black shadow, there is also a strong frost death.

With a thought in Murong Yuanrui's mind, when he realized who was coming, he felt ruthless, he sacrificed his magic sword, and in an instant a Seventh Gold Tribulation Thunder struck out.

Thunder gushed out from the tip of the sword, and hit the black shadow, triggering a series of lightning bolts, which instantly disappeared into nothingness.

Murong Yuanrui's heart flickered for no reason, and just as he was about to summon the Dharma Body, he saw that the black figure had obviously recovered his consciousness, and at the same time as he fell rapidly, a blue knife light flashed in the air.

The light of the knife appears, and the sky is shrouded in business.

The power of the god of death erupted at the same time, and all the murderous intentions were locked on Murong Yuanrui.

Murong Yuanrui didn't have time to summon the dharma body, so he could only fight with Wutu himself.However, Yuhua already has the fighting power of the god of heaven, but Murong Yuanrui has not yet comprehended the way of the perfect God of War. The magic sword is defeated by the sorrow of the soul.

As the saying goes, there is no coincidence without a book, and no one would have thought that the God of War and the God of Death would meet on a narrow road here.

"Unexpectedly, you have already taken that step." Murong Yuanrui secretly groaned in his heart, but his expression was not the slightest bit flustered.

She knew that Yuhua would definitely not kill her, the return to the ruins had not yet been determined, and there were still 30 soldiers in the Immortal Dao.

The most important thing is that the Dharma-ending Age is coming to an end, if Yanhua kills her, then Immortal Dao will never give Mo Dao a chance to survive.

She is the future Patriarch of Immortal Dao, and Immortal Dao will avenge her at any cost.

Immediately, I saw Yanhua urging the blade, and gently brushing against Murong Yuanrui's snow-white chin.The feeling of the cold blade slicing across the skin, even Murong Yuanrui, the reincarnation of the God of War, could hardly keep calm.

The delicate skin trembled with the blade, and the pores opened up, making it feel like it was breathless.

"Hehe, you actually want to sneak attack me, you're just asking for your own death." Yan Hua said with a sneer.

"Some things have to be done." Murong Yuanrui said as calmly as possible.

There is no need to avoid any taboos in the conversation between her and Yanhua, and they both know each other's roots.Moreover, the two women are both murderers of Wushuang, there is no such thing as soft-heartedness, and there is no reason for them to be soft-hearted.

The reason why Murong Yuanrui wants to kill Yuhua is very simple. Yuhua has the fate of breaking the army, has the memory of the former protector of the magic way, and is the general who kills the magic way.

The ancestors of the current generation of demons are far inferior to the supernatural powers of the original ancestors of Taoism. Tanlang is good at planning and formation, and has always been mysterious. Only Lin Yuhua, the hero who broke the army with great military exploits, is more like an unstoppable signboard for the demons.

The broken army is here, and the way of magic will last forever.

That's why Murong Yuanrui wanted to take advantage of the time when Yuhua's consciousness was still undecided, but unfortunately, she had enough energy to spare, and the Gengjin tribulation and thunder could not shake the body of the god of death at all.

And when she was about to summon the avatar, she found out in despair that Lin Yuhua, the god of death, already possessed the mind of the god of heaven.

With the body of Tianzun and the mind of Tianzun, it is no longer important to have the name of Tianzun, and the combat power has come out.

Not only Murong Yuanrui wanted to kill Yuhua, but Yuhua also wanted to kill her.

Murong Yuanrui is an indispensable existence of Immortal Dao, and his future is boundless. After Nirvana, it represents the future of Immortal Dao.

If she is killed at this time, then more than half of Xiandao will have lost before the end of the Dharma-ending Era.

Unfortunately, she couldn't really kill Murong Yuanrui.

After the end of the Dharma-ending Era, the protagonists of the battle are the human and the immortal. Only when the two of them fight with all their strength, can the demons have a chance to breathe.

If the humanitarian battle prevails in an all-round way, even if the Demonic Dao accepts Guixu as their ancestral home, there will be no chance of rising again.

At that time, the chessboard will end, and only the human way can survive among the three ways.

Yuhua can kill Murong Yuanrui in a fit of rage because of an emotional beauty, but the Pojun of the Demon Dao cannot kill the banner bearer of the Immortal Dao for his own personal grievances and put the Demon Dao in danger.

Killing is not real killing, but she didn't intend to let Murong Yuanrui go.

At this time, the knife was resting on Murong Yuanrui's neck, and Yanhua approached Murong Yuanrui and stretched out his hand towards her face.

Murong Yuanrui wanted to stop in a hurry, the sorrow of the soul pressed a red line on her white skin like jade, now Murong Yuanrui was powerless to resist, and dropped his hand in vain.

The bronze mask was instantly removed, revealing a beautiful and pure face, like a snowy glacier melting under the moonlight on a midsummer night.Fresh and pure, it is unbearable to break.

"You are indeed the reincarnation of the Nine Heavens Xuannv. It turns out that you have recovered your appearance a long time ago. You are really a beauty that I still feel sorry for." The slender fingertips were a little colder than the bronze mask. Look directly at Murong.

Looking at Yuhua who was getting closer and closer, and feeling the sudden drop in temperature around him, Murong Yuanrui felt a panic that he had never experienced when the sorrow of soul was on his neck.

She and Yuhua were fateful enemies, and she didn't know how she was going to humiliate her at this moment, so she couldn't help asking tremblingly: "What are you going to do?"

"Hehe, Murong Yuanrui, do you really think I don't know about you and Xie Lan?"

Yanhua let out a sneer, and leaned closer, her thin lips as thin as a knife were as black as ink, getting closer and closer.During the opening and closing of the lips and teeth, the mist sprayed on Murong Yuanrui's pink earballs, causing her face to blush.

Murong Yuanrui became even more flustered, desperately trying to retreat, but Yuhua, who felt her movement, took the first step and strangled her slender and soft neck from behind with her hands.

Yanhua's cold fingers stroked Murong Yuanrui's neck carefully, and slowly tightened it.

The neck in the hand is slender, beautiful, and fragile, and it seems that it can be broken with an extra effort.

At the moment, there was no one around, and she felt the pleasure of breaking it off, but in the end she still controlled the killing intent in her heart.

The next moment, a kiss from the god of death landed on Murong Yuanrui's lips.

A kiss fell, like a landslide.

Murong Yuanrui's mind went blank, and after parting his lips for a long time, his mind was still occupied by endless shame.

"I once made a vow in the name of Nine Heavens Xuannv. When this mask is taken off, I will kill Xie Lan with my own hands." Murong Yuanrui said, staring at Yuhua fiercely.

"You think I'll give you a chance to kill him?"

After finishing speaking, the white hair like falling snow suddenly rose up without wind, hunting and tangling in the air.

The Sorrow of the Soul exudes one after another extremely dark edge, Murong Yuanrui's neck as white as jade oozes out strings of bright red blood beads again.

At this moment, Murong Yuanrui felt a great panic in her heart. She realized that Yanhua was really intent on killing, and it was the first time in her life that she felt that death was so close.

Compared with death, Murong Yuanrui is more afraid of the momentary youth. The stunning knife at the sea and the sky makes the young man in the picture instantly age, and the old state after the knife still makes her palpitate.

In turn, she thought that her Nirvana reincarnation body would never be so old.

But the feeling of being occupied by death still made her extremely desperate. Before she died, she thought that she would regret for the great cause of immortality, but the mirror image on the Sansheng Stone flashed inexplicably in her mind.

If she could choose, why should she be the Patriarch of Immortal Dao?

Qianqiu Beidou, Yao Palace is cold and bitter, not like a couple of gods and immortals, a century-old rivers and lakes.

It's a pity that she has no choice, so she can only choose to live for the immortal way.Now that the mask has been taken off, no matter whether she has attained the title of Heavenly Venerable or not, she must cut off her relationship.

"If you let me go, I will tell you the real karma between me and Xie Lan." Murong Yuanrui said.

"Okay, tell me, and I'll let you go." Yanhua retracted the knife a little.

"Xie Lan and I became acquainted because of the Three Lives Stone."

"I don't believe that there can be no marriage between you and him on the Three Lives Stone."

"Whether it's true or not, you can tell with Xie Lan at a glance."

Yuhua was silent, and finally took a deep look at Murong Yuanrui, stepped on the water and flew towards the distant coast.

After a few ups and downs, the figure disappeared.

When she walked away, a self-deprecating bitterness slowly emerged from the corner of Murong Yuanrui's mouth...

(End of this chapter)