He is the master of this world. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Whoever does not obey him will be destroyed in a thought.

He is an emotion, but he is not an emotion. He is a symbol of the killing of the gods, and it can be regarded as a symbol of emotions.

He has been a god for hundreds of millions of years.

He is the oldest of the gods, and even among the gods, there are few who can oppose him.

Today, as he cruises the Nether, another massacre is coming.

It's his job, and in order to have enough space in the Nether, he has to deal with the garbage on a regular basis.

He sat on a dark golden throne, and a dark demon dragon carried the throne underneath him. On both sides of the road, many people fenced off. Most of them are just demigods and void gods. Of course, there are some true gods among them, but there is no one in the middle of the road.

They wanted to catch a glimpse of the King of Emotions, who only paraded once every 10,000 years.

He went out the door, surrounded by demigods and void spirits, and he enjoyed the feeling.

Begin to enter the Nether.

He is about to bring a wonderful slaughter.

On this path, a black dot is coming.

Others can't see clearly, but he can see clearly.

His hair was long, the hair in front of him covered his eyes, and he wore a scarf that fluttered in this powerless world, and a peaked cap pressed against his head. It seems to want to hide everything into nothingness. I don't know when he has another sword behind his back, and the sword is as lonely as a person.

His mind moved, and Lonely raised his head, the touch of two emotions.

And how can emotions be effective for emotions.

Him: "The god of emotions?" Something interesting."

With a move in his right hand, a Heavenly War Halberd appeared.

Lone held the hilt of his sword in his right hand and slowly drew it.

Emotions intertwined, swords and halberds intersected, everything was fast, unimaginably fast.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them have passed no less than a hundred moves.

He sat back on his throne, alone with his sword in his right hand, his right hand shaking.

Lonely with a sword in both hands, a stream of white light rose from the sword. A feeling of isolation rose in the hearts of the demigods.

Him: "It's kind of interesting. His right hand shook, and the black light on the halberd was released.

Swords and halberds intersect. A storm of emotions dispersed around.

There was an indescribable loneliness in the hearts of all the gods, and then a powerful emotion erupted in their hearts, annihilating their own spirits and disappearing into this endless void.

In an instant, the three worlds of the Nether Realm collapsed, and nearly a thousand demigods and souls dispersed. And this little bit of blood qi was condensed on the halberd, and instantly black, red, and white were intertwined.

The light dissipated, and I saw him sitting on the throne, his lonely scarf and hat had been reduced to pieces, and the long hair on his forehead had been cut off. He turned his head and walked into the endless void, as he had been alone, and loneliness was in his nature.

He looked at the lonely departing back. Looking at the black halberd-shaped lines on his hand again, he couldn't help but laugh dryly, and gently stroked the lines on his right hand with his left hand.

Who will win and who will lose this war, I'm afraid only they know.

He continued to embark on the cruise.

He sat on the throne, his eyes closed, as if he didn't want to see the world again. It was as if he was thinking about something.

What the two of them couldn't see was that the same rune appeared on their heads.

The emotions of the two are seeping through. But both of them hid the runes in their hair, deep in their hearts.

Maybe at the end of the void, the lonely half-world, is calling them.

When we meet again, we will definitely win and lose

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