The primeval underworld, the Frozen Throne.

In the past, the concubine has stayed here, flying snowmen like ice.

After the fall of the Heavenly Dao, the Primordial God of Death was the most powerful god in the universe, even surpassing Dao Ancestor Xie Moling.

The Demon Dao Patriarch certainly has the means to reach the sky. However, the single shot he fired at the Void Lord had almost exhausted all of his power. The most important thing is that the energy of the Thile Star was also depleted with that shot, and it can never be regenerated.

The current Dao Ancestor's combat power is not even as good as a peak supreme.

The dimming of the Celestial Thief Star marked the end of the era that belonged to the Demon Dao Patriarch Xie Moling.

From chaos to the end of the law. Xie Moling has incarnated Xiyi for 3,000 years, but these 3,000 years are still the three thousand years that belong to him.

After the end of the end of the Dharma era. I'm in charge of the Demon Dao Soul Banner.

Lead the Demon Dao disciples back to the peak, pursue the path of the Dao Ancestor, and constantly surpass him.

The battle of the Kingdom of Heaven should have been the pinnacle of my life.

After the end of the Xie Moling era, it was supposed to be up to me to start a new era of Daozang.

Unfortunately, I'm saying goodbye to this world.

I thought I was the master, carrying the fate of all living beings, desperate to fight against the Heavenly Dao.

By the time the battle was over, I had given my body and soul, only to find out that I was just a guest from afar.

Now, I want to say goodbye to this world as a guest.

The snow flew endlessly, falling on the Grim Reaper's armor and turning into mist and rising.

The mist turned into frost and ice again.

In the past time. She walked through the eternal void, counting the stars in the sky, but she didn't notice the news of my existence, she successively visited Guixu Xie Moling, the Empress of Yin Si, the two places are vast, and the sound is cut off.

In the end, she returned to the underworld with sadness and despair.

After the loss of the underworld, the throne that originally belonged to the god of death was also destroyed. Now she is frozen in the Dead Sea of the underworld, and the ice peaks rise in the sea with the cold of death.

She carved the throne into the top of the Ice Peak, and sank the Styx Knife to the bottom of the sea.

The underworld has long since become a place of death, there are no walking corpses, no dead souls, and those who have been forgotten have been completely forgotten.

Click. Click.

The sound of snow being trampled by combat boots, someone came to the Dead Sea ice.

The concubine was indifferent, and let the people approach step by step.

The Dead Sea is the forbidden realm of the god of death, and those who can set foot in it are at least supreme cultivators.

And the closer you get to the ice, the more powerful the god of death becomes, and looking at the eternal void, there are very few people who can go under the ice.

It is even rarer to be able to climb from the bottom of the front to the top.

Chun Jun wore a wide fur cloak, ice-blue gemstone combat boots, and carried a heavy sword wrapped in layers.

The once immature cheeks have long been stained with wind and frost, and the eyes are deep and bottomless.

The sword is a soldier of slaughter. And in the realm of death, she had to put away her sword qi, as if she was afraid of waking up the Styx knife sleeping at the bottom of the sea.

The purity of the origin of the sword. Not a match for the Styx Knife.

It's just that this knife has been enshrined as a god with the concubine, and it has long been beyond the scope of the machine spirit.

The Heavenly Dao will fall, the Celestial Thief Star will be dimmed, and only the Primordial Death will show its power in the withered world.

A burly body. Yin and Yang are extinguished.

If the world withers, all living beings will be affected, but death will not.

She will grow stronger and stronger until the world can no longer tolerate her.

When the time comes, she will have to leave, or all beings will be extinct because of her.

Heavenly Lord Birth. The Grim Reaper is dead.

Now that the life is gone, who else is there to curb the power of the Grim Reaper.

Simply, our Grim Reaper, is a kind and indifferent Grim Reaper, who has no intention of killing all things or dominating all beings.

Chunjun had already come to the ice, dragging a long fur cloak and stepping on gem boots to climb up step by step.

The wind ruffled her long hair, and the snow blurred her eyes.

The road to the summit is a winding mountain road.

Layer after layer, layer after layer, layer after layer of coercion.

At this time, the concubine fell into a deep sleep, and did not distinguish the breath from Chunjun. So I didn't have any affection for her.

The cold wind cut like a knife, cutting through Chunjun's uniform, cutting her sword body.

Tingling in both eyes. Tears flowed down his face and wiped them with his hands, all of which were ice cubes.

Step by step. Finally, Chunjun climbed to the top of the ice and came to the throne of his concubine.

If it was before. Chunjun saw that her concubine was determined to perform a big bow.

However, today's Chunjun did not do so.

Because she didn't come alone, she still had a heavy sword on her back.

The concubine was still asleep, as if she had not yet woken up.

Chunjun didn't bother her, untied the heavy sword on his back, and unwrapped the package on the sword body layer by layer.

Her hands were shaking, and she took a deep breath to calm herself.

The sword was unraveled, and the cold light was like water.

Even if the slightest killing intent was not visible, the sword qi still caused a strong spatial fluctuation.

As soon as the sword was exposed to the air, it immediately alerted the Styx Knife. At the bottom of the Dead Sea, the Styx Knife began to awaken, and as the sword intent bloomed, cracks exploded in the Dead Sea ice.

The sword is the demonic sword left by the Void Lord, and it cannot be tolerated by heaven and earth.

Wherever this sword appears, it is a curse for living beings.

The sword of the void, the sword of thousands of prophecies. The merger of two broken swords has deprived this sword of its owner in our world.

No one is qualified to hold the hilt of a sword, and neither can Chunjun.

She could only untie the sword and hold it carefully.

Feeling the piercing sword intent, she woke up from her slumber, lifted the Grim Reaper's mask, and looked at Chunjun with the eyes of the abyss.

Just one glance, the eyes of the concubine were immediately attracted by the sword held by Chunjun.

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