There are eyes but no beads, and the ears are ignored, and the words are vague, and the mind is distracted and the human heart is dark.

Yue Jiangliu looked at the four levels of the God of Death that were forcibly hooked out, "Yiya" struggling, exuding an infinite dark aura, as if she wanted to drag the world into the hell of the infinite.

"The God of Death is really bad!" Looking at the strange face of the four levels, Yue Jiangliu twitched.

The power of the god of death has supreme authority in the world. When ordinary forces face it, they will be infected by it in a few rounds.

Although Yuejiang River has refined the unprecedented body of heavenly and human rituals, it is still a little worse than that when it failed to deduce it to the highest level.

Time, what you need is time. Every day, Yuejiang River can feel the growth of its power.

The opportunity is approaching, and the chaotic power that breaks the world is about to be completed. Before that, I must completely reach the state of three flowers gathering and five qi coming to the Yuan Dynasty. And all these take time.

Perhaps it was because of my own reasons that the Emperor Taixue was born early and had not truly died and stepped out of the swamp, which also broke his plan to a certain extent.

The true God of Death is in the upper reaches of fate. After experiencing death, He is able to break through life and death in a different way, and the road to the supreme position has become a smooth road.

The supreme road is called one and the whole. The Yuejiang River has a vague understanding of this realm through the sublimation of the demon body.

At this stage, you need to absorb your own existence, completely transcend everything, transcend cause and effect, and all spaces are free and unobstructed.

With destiny in his hand, He set up anchors after anchor in this world, and each one can become the coordinates of His reappearance.

The destiny of the Taixue Lord is just a game for the destiny. His existence is just an alarm clock.

After everything was clear, Yue Jiangliu had this action today. Turn off the alarm clock and let him sleep for another five minutes. The power of turning off the alarm clock is the four levels of the God of Death.

The magic sword was retracted, and Yue Jiangliu grabbed the four gates of the God of Death. The four gates immediately let out a scream, twisting and transforming, turning into four dark balls of light.

Yuejiangliu used a sword instead of writing, and wrote in the air: "Super the thief in a righteous heart!"

A stroke of dragons and snakes, shocking ghosts and gods. The winding strokes are like dragons and phoenix patterns. When the text is completed, thunder suddenly arose in the sky and earth, and infinite thunder appears out of thin air.

The words transform into five colors, attracting the energy of the five elements of heaven and earth.

"Go!" Yue Jiangliu shouted loudly, with a finger of a sword, and the words turned into an aurora and were burned into the black gas transformed from the four levels.

"Ah!..." The heart-stinging pain made the four gates roar.

The moon river flows unmoved at all, and the five-color spiritual light turns into it, sweeping back and forth in the dark spiritual light, accompanied by the mystery of the "Shen Confucian Secret Chapter" washing the dirty mind of the four levels.

Gradually, the dark spiritual light of the four gates changed, as if it was coated with a layer of dazzling light. At this time, Yuejiangliu was already sweating heavily on his face and his breath became rapid.

He was injured when he took the attack from the Emperor Taixue. At this moment, he played the mysterious sound of the gods and scholars, using his own origin to cleanse the evil thoughts of the four levels, which was even more costly.

In the sky, the age of the Death Kingdom is about to be interpreted. The infinite power of the God of Death is put into the main body of the Imperial Academy, and it seems that there is an extra black sun in the sky.

"I lost the mood of the game? Why...I am the god of death, why, but I can't continue to enjoy the power of being the god of death."

Yuejiangliu felt that as the power of the god of death awakened, the power of the four levels rose and the ship was rising. The evil thoughts that had been gradually subdued became fierce again, and there was a tendency to get rid of them.

"Does... really want this?" Yue Jiangliu sighed in her heart.

"Can my game continue?"

The god of death sighed, and the Master of the Imperial Academy had woken up, his eyes spit out three feet of light, and his every move brought endless divine power.

"The second half has begun?" The Imperial Academy was rebellious and violent.

Faced with the huge threat, Yue Jiangliu immediately made up his mind. He shook his body and two rays of inspiration appeared on the marks on his eyebrows.

The spiritual light grows in the wind. One is to absorb the clear air, lift the Gan Gang, float like an immortal, and whistle the dust and chant: "There is no virtue in heaven, which is a great virtue."

One is to swallow the turbid air, subdue the Kun evil spirit, and show all the madness, and walk and say, "The uselessness of the earth is for great use."

The two stood still, and the immortal bowed to Yue Jiangliu and said, "I have known all my thoughts, and I will accomplish everything, but it depends on the will of heaven?" After that, he burst into a light and awesome sound.

The energy pounced on the black gas transformed from the fourth level of the God of Death and a little spiritual light disappeared in the world.

One of the souls was suddenly gone, and Yue Jiangliu felt weak in all limbs, and staggered under his feet, almost falling to the ground.

Unlike the previous time when the three innate deceiving death and escaping, this is true and true nirvana. After the energy of a lifetime is gone, a little inspiration is combined into heaven and earth.

The five elements that encapsulate the fourth level of the Death God are subject to this skill, and they emit dazzling colorful light, which immediately traps the dark light that they want to break free.

"Hmph, how can you let me see it in front of the God of Death?" The Master of the Imperial Academy snorted coldly, and held his right hand from afar. The power of the God of Death turned into a shocking hand, trying to tear the five elements.

Ershi looked at the situation and was worried again and said, "This plan is only allowed to succeed, not fail." After saying that, he turned into a cloud of dim and turbid air and crashed into the four levels without hesitation.

After three minutes, my empty body could no longer hold on, and I swayed and sat on the ground.

At this moment, the clear and turbid encounter immediately turned into the yin and yang energy, and the five elements of spiritual light began to generate, resist and transform with the two energy as the center.

"It's this, it's this." Yue Jiangliu looked at the Imperial Academy and said loudly: "Death, this is your nemesis."

The Taixue Master suddenly made a big alarm, as if he had noticed the smell of natural enemies. He looked at the Tai Chi Yin-Yang Diagram and roared, turning into a knife with his palm: "The God of Death is against the will of heaven!"

This sword light transcends the boundary between life and death and is released from the Taixue master's palm. Its power is enough to reverse life and death, destroy yin and yang, and confuse the world.

The sound of "boom" is endless.

With a knife, the yin and yang and five elements transformed into the mysterious and mysterious aura was immediately broken.

Yuejiangliu's magic sword was pestle, holding up his body, watching his evolution at the cost of losing his body was interrupted, and his face was full of loss.

The Emperor of Imperial College realized that the crisis was gone and suddenly laughed wildly: "Son, is this your trump card?"

Yuejiangliu seemed to be stunned: "Impossible, impossible, how could it fail."

The Master of the Imperial Academy looked at Yue Jiangliu with compassion: "You are proud to be able to do this in front of the God of Death."

Yuejiangliu seemed to be unable to accept the blow and was already in a state of madness: "Impossible, Impossible, Impossible!"

The Master of Imperial College said, "You have tried your best!" After saying that, he grabbed it from afar, and a huge palm appeared out of thin air, lifting the Yuejiang River into the air like a duck.

Yue Jiangliu's face was flushed, like a gambler, muttering to himself: "I haven't lost yet, I can't lose."

In the last game, all the trump cards were released, and it seemed that there was no reservation. He prayed to the sky, praying for the darkness of the sky: "Three souls and seven spirits are regarded as sacrifices, and three lives and three lives will fall into the will of Yama forever!"

The sound echoed, and the heaven and earth suddenly felt, and the infinite clouds and auspicious light drooped down, reflecting the moon river like the gods of heaven and earth.

………

In the Temple of Doomsday, the picture in front of the God of Death was disturbed, "Beekk!" and there was a few light blasts, and it was gone.

Asking Jian Guming recognized him in the moment when he revealed his true face in Yuejiang. It was his guidance that gave him the power of protection.

Looking at Yue Jiangliu's efforts, struggle, and helplessness, Wen Jian Guming's heart was like a cap poking, and his mind seemed to be back at the night of that cave. In a sense, he was the one who truly led himself into the martial arts hall.

Death will pay you today.

The picture was broken, and Wen Jian Gu Ming felt that the power of being imprisoned as soon as he entered the Temple of Doomsday suddenly disappeared.

Wen Jian Guming gasped heavily.

The god of death seemed to have no concern at all about the situation on the main battlefield of the Taixue school. He asked: "Young man, what are your wishes when you blow the horn of hope?"

Wen Jian Guming looked at the God of Death with anger and said, "My wish is to die of the God of Death."

The god of death suddenly burst into laughter.

Asking Jian Guming was at a time of uneasiness, and the god of death stopped laughing: "The god of death is dead!"

"Who are you?"

"I'm just a magic left by the god of death!"

After the god of death said that, Wen Jian Gu Ming had been exiled from the Temple of Doomsday.

"Die is dead?" "Die is dead!

"The God of Death's answer made Wen Jian Gu Ming puzzled.

But at this time, it was not the time to think too much. He turned into a light of inspiration towards the direction he saw in the Temple of Doomsday, and he held the hope of the last moment in his heart.

...

As soon as the wind stopped, Wen Jian Guming had arrived at the battlefield.

In the air, a huge five-colored light egg hangs in the air, and the colorful giants above the light egg firmly hold the light.

As huge as a string of the piano, the sound of Yueer's piano rose with the wind. He heard the sound of Wen Jian Gu Ming and was confused.

Wen Jian Gu Ming was clever and quickly grabbed the Sword of Death behind him, then he returned to his mind. He pinched his fingers and the cold sweat suddenly flowed. It turned out that half an hour had passed when he was lost just now.

"Pu, pu." The sound of shocking pulsation came from the light egg, and Wen Jian Guming's chest seemed to be jumping as well.

"No, no, this sound is wrong..." Wen Jian Guming felt that his heartbeat was almost controlled by the pulsing sound in the light egg.

At first glance, he saw the earth's brilliance and dangers everywhere, and the moon river was gone. On the earth, there was only a dazzling magic sword that seemed to tell the tragic song of the past.

"Senior, senior!" Wen Jian Guming felt a heart attack.

The divine sword "all things are born" is the five elements that open the sky, and the other side is the shepherd and guarding the people. Wen Jian Gu Ming silently pulled up the divine sword and looked at the light eggs in the air: "Master of the Taixue, I will wait for you to come out for a day."
Chapter completed!