Reborn Night Rise

Chapter 1062 Death of Death Song
"It's really getting stronger and stronger." In a dark corner, with a group of extremely hidden energy squirming, Puryl Death Song gradually condensed into a place that was thousands of miles away, and became active. Taking a look at the new body, Pryor Death Song let out a faint sigh.

"In the last era, my Requiem state could force the other party to almost die. In this era, is it so difficult to even injure the other party? Or am I too addicted to art and slack in cultivation?"

"Really, I was just being lazy. I just want to sing quietly. Why do I always get troubled by people?"

"Perhaps it's because you sing so badly." An immature voice rang out, which made Prior, who was originally happy, froze. Then she turned her head and looked over, only to see a girl in black sitting next to her. On a huge rock, he was gnawing a fruit of an unknown plant in his hand, with an expression of relish.

"It turns out to be His Excellency Deathwing." Puryl Death Song bowed gracefully, and said hoarsely, "Such a chance encounter is really fate."

Guo Xiaoyun took a sip, spit out the fruit core, and then looked at the other party with a strange face: "This fourth layer of space is larger than the three D planets, the space concentration is so high, and it takes a lot of effort to run. Why do you think this is What about a chance encounter? Isn’t the chance too small?”

"Fate is beautiful because it is rare, isn't it?" Pryor's voice was hoarse, and his words were still so literary.

"Oh..." Guo Xiaoyun walked towards the other party slowly: "Then you just think that your fate is over."

Prior took two steps back and said in a deep voice, "I don't seem to have any enmity with Your Excellency."

"Huh?" Guo Xiaoyun was stunned for a moment, and asked curiously, "Didn't you hear that the dead song clan killed people for art? Why did they ask the reason when they were killed?"

After a pause, he continued: "I'm not as high-end as you, I just owe someone a favor and have to pay it back."

"William? What kind of favor can I give you?"

"Well, he doesn't owe me anything, but we owe Jiang Liuying a lot of favors. Jiang Liuying opened his mouth, and I have to help this kid. I also expect Jiang Liuying to make retractable wings for my wings."

"So the reason for inviting Lord Deathwing is so ridiculous?" Pryor asked quietly.

"How ridiculous?" Guo Xiaoyun tilted his head: "You think it's ridiculous because you think your life shouldn't be worth just a set of wings, right?" When she said this, Xiaoyun's voice slowly changed. It was as sharp and piercing as metal friction.

"It seems that there is no difference between you. When you are killed by others, you always don't agree with the value others regard you as, but when you kill others, do you ask others? You always feel that others kill you. Your own reasons are ridiculous, is your reason justified when you kill others?"

"Of course." Pryor's eyes blurred: "It's for sublimation, for art."

"But I think it's shit." Xiaoyun yawned, and slowly approached the other party step by step: "You can force those souls to be tortured for thousands or thousands of years under your shit-like art, I feel that you Is this piece of shit worth less than a pair of my wings, which is a matter of course for immortality?"

"I am stronger than you, of course I have the final say!"

"Master Deathwing is really confident!" Puryl's voice was gloomy, his body was broken instantly, and his whole body was surrounded by a green light. A beautiful melody came from the ground, from the sky, and from all directions.

Apparently, Puryl forcibly destroyed his new body and started the requiem once again.

This move consumes a lot of soul power, but Puryl had to do it. The Void Tower is a closed space, and souls in the void world cannot enter the dead world. To contact the phylactery outside, a huge amount of mental power is required. The medium is not necessarily successful.

In such a situation, the other party will definitely not give him a chance. Only when the state of requiem is turned on, can he have a chance to succeed.

As for fighting?
Pryor Death Song has no confidence at all. Maybe he was not very optimistic about this Lord Black Dragon King whose strength has recovered to less than one ten thousandth, but when he is face to face, he can feel the opponent's strength, which is as deep as endless The sea of ​​stars is bottomless!
Has this lord really not stepped into the hero level yet?
"En?" At this moment, Puryl saw that the opponent's footsteps did not stop because of his requiem state, but still approached him slowly, slowly stretched out his hand, and grabbed him.

what is she doing?
Doesn't she know that my current state is immune to all powers?
Just in doubt.
boom!
The barrier that had never been broken suddenly shattered like glass and became extremely fragile in front of the opponent.
"Amount" was horrified when the other party grabbed its throat: "Why?"

"Ah, you don't know." Guo Xiaoyun tilted his head: "I have a good relationship with the first Lord of Death, so I had its strongest blessing in the past, so I am called Deathwing. With my blessing, of course it will end like this.”

Pryor Death Song's face was dull when he heard the words. According to the ancient history records: Master Death Song of the first generation used the most beautiful song created by him for countless years to move the will of the first generation of Death Lord. Attracted by the beautiful singing voice, he signed a contract with the first generation of Death Song, and will use the most powerful power in the death world to protect this beautiful music, so Death Song is a person who can move the gods with singing!

But the strongest power in ancient history is now called a low-level buff by the other party.

"What? The strongest power? Who said it? Did it say it by itself?" Guo Xiaoyun had a bun-like expression on his face: "Do you also believe what the old Yin B said? Oh, no, all you come into contact with are after he dissipated. Sealed the will? By the way, how did it dissipate?"

Guo Xiaoyun lowered his head, as if he was recalling something, but the more he recalled, the more confused his eyes became, and finally shook his head: "Forget it, I don't want to, let it be like this, ah"

"Wait!!"

Prior wanted to struggle, but he panicked at the last second. He originally thought he would have no fear of death, because the undead themselves are dead people, just a group of dead people struggling in the living world.

For them, death means being forced to leave the living world.

But until the last moment, it finally understood that he didn't want to leave, he couldn't bear this world, he... didn't want to enter that cold world of death!
Although I have never entered it, the instinct deep in my soul is strongly resisting.
boom!
Xiaoyun obviously didn't intend to continue listening to him. With a little force on his palm, Puryl's whole body was destroyed by such a powerful force that it turned into dust and drifted away!

I don't want to go to the world of death
In the scattered dust, Purui's last voice echoed. At this moment, it realized that when it faced the last moment, it turned out that it was the same as those ordinary people!

"Are you SB?" Xiaoyun waved his hand, his face puzzled: "You want to go back to the dead world after dying in the void world? What a beautiful idea!"

"Eh?" The powder was shocked when he heard the words, and then hissed violently, his voice was full of despair, but Xiaoyun waved it impatiently, and finally disappeared.

"Well, this is it." Xiaoyun reduced from the place where Prior disappeared to a green lantern, and there were hundreds of millions of souls crying in despair inside!
"Oh?" Xiaoyun looked for his fiancée in his soul through the things William gave her, and then saw, among hundreds of millions of souls, a white figure floating quietly among the many wailing, with a rotten face on his face. smile!

"Eh, this is troublesome." Xiaoyun's face was wrinkled into a bun.

(End of this chapter)