Kowloon pull coffin

Chapter 819 The Finale
The death aura of the evil land became stronger day by day. At first, the gods were unwilling to reappear to investigate the truth, but when the skeletons inside became stronger day by day, they no longer had the courage to explore.

On this day, the gray mist began to change color, and the color became darker and darker.

At the same time, the death intent of the evil land also shrank inward at this moment, and darkness descended, completely sealing everything here.

Whether it was the eternal crystal on the holy mountain or the demon crystal in the hands of the lord of the void, after the darkness fell in the evil place, they lost the screen sensitivity.

The Lord of the Void tried to directly search for the evil place with his divine sense, but even an existence as strong as him could not penetrate it.

Darkness has enveloped the evil place, sealing everything within it.

No one can know what happened inside, and no one is willing to try to touch the taboo.

……

After such a long, long period of time, a new eternal world seed was born on the tree of the world.

This seed is as flawless as its predecessor.

Since the previous seed of the eternal world had been destroyed, the gods named the new seed Hope.

The shell of hope is strong and indestructible.

No matter how many methods the gods use, they can't break through its outer shell, so it can never become a new world.

Hope turned into despair.

Until one day, a deity who was expelled for violating the taboo of the holy mountain picked up a sword while wandering on the edge of God's Domain.

This deity was originally a sword god, so he immediately noticed that this sword was different.

He had never seen such a perfect sword in the Eternal God Realm. The sword light was sacred and pure on the one hand, while the dark and gloomy side exuded the evil that belonged to demons.

This sword has both the divinity of a god and the magic of a devil, and it has reached a perfect balance.

What shocked the god most was that he actually sensed the existence of life inside the sword.

This puzzled him, how could such a powerful sword be lost?
Whose soul is imprisoned in the sword?

The god could not touch the hilt with his own hand, because he felt that he was not worthy to hold the sword at all.

His lifespan is numbered, and his divinity is about to perish.

The sins committed in youth have also been redeemed in countless millennia.

When he was dying, the thing he wanted to do the most was to return to the holy mountain, kneel before the World Tree to repent, and at the same time hoped that after his death, his soul could rest in peace on the World Tree.

But he knew that if he had no merit, he would never be forgiven by the gods.

The holy mountain is within reach, but he is not qualified to climb it.

And if he can bring the sword back to the holy mountain, he is absolutely qualified to be forgiven by the gods.This sword is so powerful that it can cut through darkness and bring dawn.

Unfortunately, he couldn't hold the hilt, so he couldn't bring the sword back to the holy mountain.

The exiled god stood by the sword, touching the sword body with divine thoughts day after day, trying to establish a connection with the soul imprisoned in the sword body.

However, this sword is indestructible and cuts off everything.

The gods can't get help from the man in the sword, so they can only find a way by themselves.

In the end, the god really thought of a way. The sword is too strong, noble and unparalleled, and no one can be the master of the sword.

He knows that he is not qualified to hold a sword forever, but he is qualified to be the enemy of this sword.

Thus, the exiled god pierced the sword into his heart with his body facing the tip of the sword.

In this way, the gods took away the sword and walked towards the holy mountain step by step.

Wherever he passed, the blood of the gods turned into golden lotuses and bloomed.

Finally, the exiled god came to the foot of the holy mountain with a sword and looked up at the World Tree.

Other gods found him and came to stop him.

However, when the gods saw the sword on his body, they instantly understood his purpose and opened a passage for him.

The exiled gods climbed the holy mountain, under the eyes of the gods.

From the edge of God's Domain to God's Domain's Holy Mountain, with a sword on his body and bleeding, his vitality has long been lost.

In fact, he had already died under the holy mountain, and it was his will and soul that supported him to walk up the holy mountain.

When the exiled god finally ascended to the top, his will was all but worn out.

He knelt devoutly under the World Tree, exhausted his last soul energy to pull out the perfect sword stuck in his chest, and stuck it on the ground.

The vitality is exhausted, the will is exhausted, and the soul energy is exhausted.

Just when the gods thought he was about to fall, a crystal green light suddenly shot down from the World Tree.

The green glow enveloped the god, quickly repairing his traumatized soul and body.

It didn't take long for the exiled deity to regain its peak power.The gods were amazed by this, and so was the exiled god.

He came here only to wash away his sins and redeem his soul, but he did not expect to be blessed by the World Tree.

"Are you guilty?" A voice sounded from the World Tree.

The gods looked up and saw a fairy in green gauze floating down from the tree.

The fairy has a pair of shining eyes, and the light overflows from the eye sockets.She has delicate and white skin, engraved with the texture of runes by nature.

Her ears are pointed and long, and she can listen to the world with her ears.

The gods recognized her identity and knew that she was an elf messenger growing on the World Tree, and her words represented the will of the World Tree.

"Ask for the forgiveness of the World Tree." The exiled god knelt on the ground and said devoutly.

"You and your God Race are unforgivably guilty, because you failed to protect the sword soul born from the World Tree, shamed the World Tree, and plunged the entire Eternal God Realm into a war that cannot be escaped. However, you now There is a chance for redemption." The elf messenger said.

"Also ask the messenger to guide."

"Pull up the perfect sword on the ground and cut through the seed of this eternal world. If you can do it, you and your gods will regain the glory in the holy mountain, and you will be crowned as the king of the gods. "

"What if I fail?" asked the exiled god again.

"If you fail, the Holy Mountain will not hold your bones, and your soul will not be able to rest on the World Tree."

"why?"

"Because if you fail, the World Tree will also be destroyed by the Lord of the Void, and God's Domain will become a paradise for demons from then on."

Hearing the elf messenger's words, the exiled god was shocked.

He didn't expect that the elf messenger would put all the burden of guarding the World Tree on him.

At this time, he had already guessed that the seed of the eternal world that the elf envoy wanted him to cut was hope, and only by breaking its shell could it bring real hope to God's Domain.

"I am not qualified to be the master of this sword, why do you entrust this matter to me?" asked the exiled god.

"No one else can do it except you, because this is your karma. He died because of you, and he will be born because of you!"

The elf messenger's words were like a thunderbolt, instantly illuminating the god's sea of ​​consciousness.

He finally understood who the imprisoned spirit in the sword body belonged to, it was the sword spirit from back then!

Thinking of this, the exiled deity didn't hesitate any longer, grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, pulled it out, exhausted all his strength, and slashed at the seed of the eternal world!
There was a huge earthquake, and the sky fell apart.

The holy mountain trembled, and countless leaves fell from the tree of the world.

The brilliant light produced by the fierce collision between the perfect sword and the seed of the eternal world burned the eyes of the gods and lit up the entire God Realm.

After a momentary eruption, the holy mountain fell into dead silence again.

It was quiet without any sound, only the boundless fallen leaves falling.

This kind of silence lasted for a long time, until a light click came from the sword body, like a shackle being broken.

Immediately afterwards, there was another crisp sound, and a crack appeared in the indestructible shell of the Seed of Eternal World.

As soon as the crack was formed, a swift soul poured from the sword body into the Seed of the World, taking all the vitality and good fortune of the Seed of the World for its own use.

The gods stared dumbfounded at what happened in front of them. They didn't know who the soul belonged to, but they only knew that the elf messenger didn't stop them, so they kept silent.

Another green glow projected from the World Tree, covering the World Seed.

Then, the Seed of the World has taken root and germinated at a speed visible to the naked eye, giving birth to a bud.

Listen, it's the sound of flowers blooming.

There is a man sitting cross-legged among the stamens.

The appearance is the same as the sword soul back then, but a handsome man who has experienced many vicissitudes.

The man is sleeping, as if he will sleep for another 1 years.

However, the moment the darkness of the evil place gathered into a vortex, the man opened his eyes.

He stood up, stretched out his hand, and he held the perfect sword in his hand.

Then, he took the sword and went to the place of evil.

At the same time, there is also a woman in the dark vortex of the evil place, walking towards the holy mountain.

The woman had black hair and black eyes, was dressed in black, and was dragging a long knife that was extremely disproportionate to her figure.

Whether it is the gods on the holy mountain or the Void Lord on Alcatraz Island, they all lock their spiritual thoughts on men and women.

They all wanted to know what would happen once the two met, and what would it bring to God's Domain.

Both men and women walk slowly, but no matter how far the road is, it will end.

Finally, the two saw each other and walked to each other.

The woman's face was indifferent, but there was unconcealable joy in her eyes.

In the end, this joy still flowed down, converging into a pear dimple and smiling.

Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said.

Hold your hand and grow old together.

(End of this chapter)