Kowloon pull coffin

803 - The Perfect Sword
The demon let out a roar that shook the sky, and the damage caused to him by my broken sword was insignificant and not worth mentioning.

However, he was indeed hurt by the ants in his eyes, which was a naked humiliation.

The angry demon gushed out twice as much blood, and his eyes were red.

He was humiliated and deceived, and what he couldn't stand the most was that I, an ant, would sneak up on him in front of his majestic power.

The demon took a step towards me, with a perfect and terrifying body, with this step, blood swayed like a waterfall.

He swung his arm, drew out the half-broken sword stuck in his chest, and at the same time raised his own half-broken sword high.

Then, he crossed the two broken swords together, and exerted divine power in his arms.

I saw burning flames and molten metal surge from his arms, and two broken swords melted together under the flames.

The black and white runes belonging to the Sword of Thousands of Prophecies shattered one after another, and were swallowed up by the void runes.

In the end, the sword of thousands of prophecies turned into a crimson stream of heat, which was absorbed by the half-cut sword of Void Maharaja and completely submerged in it.

The changes have not stopped, because what he holds in his hand is still the broken sword.

Lord Void concentrated on the work in hand, forgetting me, the ant who stabbed him.His expression was full of surprise, but more of joy. He poured his molten metal into the blade of the sword again and again, sighing as he practiced.

"Perfect opportunity, supreme masterpiece, this is exactly the magical weapon I have been looking for."

"My sword was broken in the battle with Nanhua's father, the Master of Hunyuan Taiji, and it has never been perfect again. It was you who gave me the opportunity to reforge it."

The Lord of the Void is the Lord of Wuji, so the only one who is qualified to be his enemy is the Lord of Taiji.

It's just that I didn't expect that it wasn't Nanhua, but the real Nanhua's father.

It was only later that I found out that the Lord of Tai Chi had already completely fallen, and before he died, he put his remaining inspiration into the Tai Chi Yin-Yang vortex and sent it to the outer space.

I don't know how many famine years passed before this inspiration reappeared and evolved into Tai Chi.

Only the master of Hunyuan Taiji is worthy to be the enemy of this perfect demon, so what am I worth in front of him.

Not to mention the extraterrestrial universe, I don't even know enough about our universe.

The Lord of the Void devours everything and destroys all existence. What is Hunyuan Taiji? Is it the lord of creation?
How did they destroy and create the world, and who created them?

Who will evolve the void beyond the universe, and who will create the countless universes?
I can't move, I can't speak, I can only watch the Lord of the Void refine my life's painstaking efforts.

The sword of thousands of prophecies is not only the painstaking effort of my life, but also the hope of our world, the three realms of the ancient times, the three realms of the human world, and even the hope of the eternal universe.

Now, hope is easily crushed, and as the current controller of the Dao of Heaven and the spokesperson of all living beings, I can only helplessly watch all this happen and wait for my own death.

A desolate state of mind, a dark abyss.

The dirge of death is unsung because there is no one here.

Finally, the Lord of the Void completed his masterpiece, the broken sword was recast, and a dazzling and intoxicating divine light flowed throughout the body, and black light permeated the divine light.

The black light belongs to death and destruction, and the divine light belongs to miracles and gods.

There is no doubt that this is a peerless magic weapon, so perfect that it shouldn't exist in this world.

No words can describe the perfection and evil of this sword, yet it is firmly held by the devil.

I heard whispers in the dark, from the void portal behind the demon, and countless hell beasts praised the sword on the other side of the gate.

I heard the echo of time and space again, from my already barren porch, which now has only a square inch left.My porch used to represent the future world, but now it can only be used as the tomb of the Lord of Time and Space. He is still asleep and can only sigh and talk in his dreams.

"Patriarch of the Devil Dao, in order to thank you for your contribution to making the sword, I will give you the sweetest reward." Maharaja Void said.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Death, for people in your world, there is nothing sweeter and more memorable than death."

"So before I die, can I ask you a question."

"as you wish."

"Does this sword have a name?"

My question successfully delayed the time again.

Although I don't know if procrastination is meaningful to me.

The Lord of the Void was lost in thought, and the injury on his chest was getting worse, but he didn't seem to care at all.

"It used to have a name, and I named it the terminator of all things, the blade of the void. But now, it has a new change, and it is stronger than before. I believe that if the Lord of Hunyuan Taiji is resurrected, I also have confidence One sword cut through his Taiji diagram, I need to think of a new name for it."

"The holy sword is nameless, what name are you going to call it?" I asked.

"All things return to the void, destroy the dawn, cut off hope, and let the world be immersed in darkness and void forever. This sword should be named after me. I call him the sword of the infinite void." The king of void said with great pride .

"Congratulations." I said lightly.

"Congratulations, congratulations on becoming the first dead soul under my sword."

The devil's injury was getting worse, and when he said this, he himself realized the problem.

The sword has been perfectly forged, as long as he kills me again, even if he withdraws and retreats to the void at this moment, this world will definitely be destroyed by the hell beast behind him.

The demon grabbed the Void Sword with one hand, and stabbed forward lightly.

The sharp sword, like piercing a piece of waste paper, easily pierced my chest and pierced out from the back.

There was darkness in front of my eyes, and I didn't ask him until I died, what am I...

(End of this chapter)