Kowloon pull coffin

Chapter 613
Mentioning the god of death, Jian Jia fell silent.

Death really doesn't want to be remembered, but those who remember her will never forget her.

After becoming a fallen dragon, Aofeng, like Yuhua, can never go back...

Thinking of Yanhua's current situation, Jian Jia's heart became anxious again.

"Lord of Phantom Demon, I can see that you are worried about something, tell me, what happened?" Aofeng asked.

"Yuhua is facing a life-and-death crisis. I must immediately lead the demon army to support her."

"I am willing to fight for the god of death." Aofeng said.

"You are no longer a disciple of the Demonic Way, but you are still willing to fight for the Demonic Way?" Jian Jia was shocked and asked Aofeng in surprise.

Aofeng remained silent, and began to crazily absorb the evil power in the Holy Demon Mountain.

The huge dragon eyes shone with endless pain, and his huge dragon body was also distorted by the condensed evil force.

The more evil power absorbed, the more thoroughly Aofeng will fall.

After absorbing all the evil power of the entire Holy Demon Mountain, Aofeng's divine thoughts soared into the sky.

The entire Holy Demon Mountain trembled, and the rocks rolled, almost collapsing.

At the same time, pure magic without any evil power gushes out from the holy magic mountain, melts into the air, and becomes the life force that nourishes all demons and sentient beings.

The greatest function of the Holy Devil Mountain is to purify the magic and nourish all demons.

Now, Aofeng has absorbed all the evil power that accompanied the magic, so there is no need for the existence of the Holy Demon Mountain.

Accompanied by a dragon's chant that resounded through the heaven and earth, Aofeng's body rushed out of the Holy Demon Mountain.The holy magic mountain was emptied of rocks and turned into ruins.

On top of the ruins, Jian Jia looked at the fallen dragon winding thousands of feet in the air and gradually drifting away, tears streaming down her face.

Heaven is on the left, and magic is on the right.

Even if I, Aofeng, fall forever into the abyss of demon barriers, I will still look up to the ruins in the abyss!

This is the sound transmission of the divine sense left by Aofeng to Jian Jia before he left, and this sentence represents Aofeng's attitude.

After a moment of silence, Jian Jia wiped away the tears on her face, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She no longer thinks that she is ashamed to face Ali anymore, because she feels that Aofeng after turning into a fallen dragon is more worthy of being deeply loved.

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After the Siji Fiend appeared, Yanhua immediately felt the change of soul energy in the center of the battlefield.

The soul energy has not disappeared, but is rapidly transforming into an evil evil spirit, which can no longer be absorbed by Yuhua.

She clearly sensed that all this had something to do with the Siji Fiendish God, but she was powerless to stop it.

At this moment, she is being surrounded by the Separation Legion, King Shura and the two most powerful demon generals under his command are staring at her.

The four extreme evil gods completely blocked the entire battlefield, and the army of four million evil spirits was approaching in no time.

Yuhua fell into a real life-and-death crisis, besieged on all sides.

Not only has he lost his soul energy, the most dependent source of combat power, but the divine sense of the deity is also about to dry up.

If she continues to slaughter the Duanli army, then when the Duanli army is destroyed, she will also be destroyed with it.

King Shura's heart became colder and colder, and his murderous intent became more and more serious.

By this time, he still didn't have the courage to stop Death's final killing feast.

The Siji Fiend God didn't intend to make a move either, as long as the god of death didn't exhaust his divine sense and enter a weak state, none of them would have the courage to strike first.

Even if the god of death is weak, they must find the right time to kill with one blow.

Of King Shura's 800 million army, only the last 10,000+ people were harvested by the god of death. At this time, Jinhua's divine sense has finally come to an end.

She also knows that she is about to enter a weak state, so she no longer tries to forcefully exterminate the last 10,000+ severing army.

Yanhua was suspended in the air proudly, her whole body was covered with plasma. 10,000+ broke away from the army, only dare to surround and dare not rush.

The black flames in his eyes dimmed, and the death sickle also lost its sharpness.

Even so, facing the weak God of Death, King Shura still did not move.

What's ridiculous is that he still dared to covet the beauty of the god of death at the beginning, but he didn't know that there was a kind of person in the world that he couldn't profane.

At the beginning, the South China Sea Dragon Clan desecrated the Heavenly Venerable, the guardian of the army, and finally the whole clan was wiped out.

Today King Shura covets the beauty of the god of death, almost all of the 800 million Shura army was reduced to ashes.

"Reaper, your end is here." King Shura said loudly.

"Very well, then who will judge me?" Yanhua looked around and said lightly.

No one answered, King Shura opened his mouth but didn't say a word.

At this time, Duan Limo will come out and say loudly, "I'll come."

"I thought the Shura clan were all cowards, but I didn't expect there to be another warrior. It's a pity..."

"What a pity?" Duanli Demon General asked.

"It's a pity you don't deserve it."

After finishing speaking, Yuhua waved the death scythe across the air.

No one thought that the god of death would dare to attack with all his strength when he was on the verge of death. The demon general Duanli didn't react, and it was too late when King Shura wanted to stop him.

I saw a flash of white light as fast as lightning, and the next moment I saw the huge head of Duanli Demon General soaring into the sky, standing at the mouth of the mouth, and bloody fireworks bloomed.

Although the person who broke away from the last general died, his soul did not die, which shows that the fighting power of the god of death has indeed come to an end.However, even so, no one dared to take the initiative to fight the death god and execute the death sentence for her.

"Who else?" He asked.

This time, the audience was speechless, and no one dared to take the initiative to ask for a fight.

King Shura waved his pen, signaling the last 10,000+ remnant army to continue besieging and killing God...

(End of this chapter)