Yan Xin'er hummed softly, staring intently at Tianrong's closed eyes, and silently prayed in her heart: Wake up, please, wake up.

But can Bright Glory Dinethor really wake up again?

Guang Tianrong's spiritual realm had turned into an endless blood-red sky, like the brilliance torn by the sharp teeth of a fierce beast shattered between the eternal dark ashes. The messengers of the Grim Reaper continued to pull him into the abyss of the dead with chains, and the Priest of Judgment issued an ancient mystical magic, the Soul Binding Divine Decree, and ten thousand silver-white pillars of light pierced his flesh like sharp knives in an instant, burning and tormenting, making the screams even more hysterical. The crimson flame formed by the soul of life was gradually withdrawn from the body, and the moment it was completely withdrawn, this fragile and stubborn soul would be condemned to death.

What a magician fears most is the end of his life. Even if the demon is powerful, when the fate is declared to be over, the struggle is mostly useless.

However, I saw that the strata of the spiritual realm were like whales swimming on the surface of the sea, tumbling up, and in a few seconds, they actually raised a mountain peak as high as a thousand feet.

"Your fate will be to be buried among the mountains and rocks!"

The memory, which had long been forgotten somewhere, swept over the brain again, and the cells couldn't help but speed up the activation of this terrifying message. The magic was completely useless, and even the magic ring was destroyed by the finishing power of the "Death Eye", leaving only the remnants in the air.

"Mr. Garth!"

Guang Tianrong cried out in pain, his neck seemed to be clenched by the thick palm of a brute bear, his face was pale, his fingers were twisted, and his body trembled. Blood is like a leaking wine barrel, as if it is about to drain all the blood in the body.

I...... I...... I'm not reconciled!

The necromantic messengers used all their strength to drag Guang Tianrong into the bottomless abyss. The stench emitted from it was that of the undead who had been executed in the past. On the way to the realm of gods and demons, some spirits who have been sentenced to death will be executed first. However, there is also a strange person in the history of demons, after death, he was not sent to death, but disappeared into the world forever in an instant, and even the demon soul disappeared.

That's right, that person is none other than the king of the world, Xiang Santa Fidam, the legendary king of the second billion.

The breeze blew Yan Xin'er's thick long blue hair, and under the hair, the pair of deep eyes on her delicate face no longer shone as brightly as they did then, but became dim blue and silver eyes, which revealed the coldness and majesty, which made people dare not look directly.

Yanqu proposed, "Xin'er, let's go out first, shall we?"

But Yan Xin'er's body is like a green pine standing on the top of a mountain in the rain, firmly rooted in the crevices between the rocks.

Yanqu opened his hand, hugged Xin'er, and patted her back to comfort: "Xin'er, don't be sad anymore. Tianrong, if he was still alive, he would be very sad to see you like this. ”

Yan Xin'er seemed to take all her comfort as a deaf ear, silent, and her body did not move at all.

Yanqu's voice became weaker and weaker: "Xin'er?"

Yan Xin'er gathered the will magic energy, and the "insight" mystery of the sea system made the pupils dilated, but because of the loss of magic energy, it was obviously too difficult to use the remnants of this imperial energy from the past. Yan Xin'er's eyes looked firmly at the spiritual realm of Guang Tianrong, and saw that in the holy light blessed by the gods, the blood-red mist gradually dissipated, and the burly young man never woke up from the abyss as if he was asleep.

Yan Xin'er swayed her limbs, her gentle smile and the tears of sorrow seemed a little contradictory. Xin'er slowly knelt on the edge of the bed and lay her head on her side beside Guang Tianrong.

However, Guang Tianrong was still lying peacefully, with a look of seeing through the red dust, which completely cooled Xin'er's heart, her expectations, and her warm feelings.

Guang Tianrong's body exuded a cold aura, his bones were completely frozen, the blood no longer flowed, his face was completely pale, and there was no possibility of survival.

At the beginning, the prophet Garth had warned the crown prince Hugh: unless the blood of the imperial family and the power of eternity were poured into his body, he would still end up with only one death.

(The power of eternity is the magic power that the emperor is constantly smelting with his life, and it is a near-invincible magic energy that is enough to control the king's mysteries [Demon Martial Arts System].) ）

However, the people of the imperial family and the royal family have a common enmity. Emperor Wangfan died in the Broken Demon Cliff, and all his demonic energy was taken away by Bo Yan, but now that the soul sacrifice is over, Yan Xin'er has not yet become an emperor again, and he is powerless to save Guangtianrong.

And between these many planes, with the turn of the years, there are also a few other emperors, but most of them are unknown, how can they sacrifice their eternal power for the sake of heavenly glory and risk their lives?

The door was pushed open by the power of the dragon soul, and Yashu's eyes were shining with golden light, looking at Miro like two delicate gems: "What the hell is going on?"

Miro's fingertips sounded, and the white jade under his feet was crushed by Yan Energy: "The Three Masters of Darkness (Natasha, Fu Qiusheng, and Rin Rabbit) killed Tianrong with a trick. ”

Yashu's face showed a look of surprise and puzzlement: "Nonsense, with this king's palace, how can you let the people of the dark forces break in?"

"I'm afraid that the old scene will reappear, the same as when the Palace of the King of Light was invaded. ”

Yashu glared angrily and said, "You mean the secret technique of the demon thief [disappearing]? Isn't that the usual technique of your magicians, why do they too?"

Miro muttered and replied, "It is said that it was taught to the Empire when the master went to the Dark Empire to ask Lord Mo for marriage. Also, Natasha is a disciple that I have cultivated single-handedly. ”

Yashu sighed helplessly: "You are just like my father, you are an incurable idiot! Don't you know that being merciful to your enemies is cruel to yourself?"

Miro was so angry that his right fist magic energy overflowed, and he punched through the alloy wall, and said, "I really didn't expect Natasha to betray the forces of light, and I didn't expect Rin Rabbit to use such a despicable method. If I don't bloodied the Dark Empire with my own hands, how can I be worthy of my Ketcht family, how can I be worthy of me, a precious son under the Nine Springs, and how can I be worthy of Teacher Tai'a's entrustment. ”

Yashuqiang took his hand: "Hey, Miro, you are crazy, you are alone, you want to destroy the huge empire?"

Bang!

Miro's body seemed to soften, gradually bent, and his knees fell to the ground, splashing dust, flying casually, and he said slowly: "Yashu, I beg you this time." I have knelt for Qu'er in my life, and I have never given it to anyone else, including my tragic father. You know what I'm determined to do at the moment. ”

"But, didn't you drag me to the funeral?"

Miro's eyes projected a resolute brilliance, and said: "No, as long as we add the Lord, the three of us will be able to open the royal power of the Prophecy Child, and the empire of the mere ones is not to be afraid at all." ”

"However, in order to help Yin become the true king, didn't the Lord sacrifice all his earth pupils? ”

"The Lord went to the chaotic world with Lord Ling this time in order to regain the power of the Earth Pupil. ”

"What do you mean?"

Fu Qiusheng did what they did this time, Yin didn't know, and in order to show his shame, he returned the earth pupil. ”

Yashu shook his head and sneered: "Miro, Miro, you are so naïve, Yin has obtained the earth pupil, how powerful has become, how can you return it?"

Miro said coldly: "No, I understand Yin, he is like his father, he has always been above board, not like a light speech, eating inside and out." Moreover, it was the people of the empire who really killed his father. Moreover, he said that even if we killed his wife, Natasha, with our own hands, he would not feel the slightest pain. ”

Yashu exclaimed, "Is that kid's revenge already so deep?" (To be continued.) )