Coreless bells don't ring. There was no head, and one arm was missing, and the remaining arm of the sword demon shook the ancient bell gently, but no sound came out.

This scene, although very hideous, makes people feel sad to watch.

Five hundred years ago, Miyagawa Akira and Peach made an unswerving affection by this bell, with the loss of long years, the original beauty has long since disappeared, and the first day of human beings has become so miserable, but a love word in the underworld is still hidden in his demonized ghost, which even the god of death who is proficient in soul art cannot be completely erased.

Tens of thousands of feet deep under the lava abyss, fierce battles still broke out. The battle above was stopped by a bell.

Hua Jingshi struggled to pull out the rusty ancient sword from his chest, and looked at the sword demon in disbelief.

The sword demon was still ringing the bell, and the bell never made a sound.

The peach is no longer there, and the person he misses with his soul also died five hundred years ago, and in his hands, the acacia bell will never ring.

"It's all the old man's sin!" said Hua Shi, muttering desolately. Five hundred years ago, it was he who killed Miyagawa Akira, who was at the top of Emperor Wu's strength, under the control of the god of death. Although he couldn't help himself, and he couldn't control his soul and body at that time, he was also heartbroken when he saw this.

Eventually, the Sword Demon shook the Coreless Bell slowly, and from its broken body, the black Yin Soul smoke that flew out gradually turned white, and then dissipated into the air like a fine dust.

"Sizzle!" At this moment, a piercing voice sounded, and a green shadow with golden spots suddenly flew out from behind Ye Qingcheng. The left scale vine rushed out, trying to devour the remnant soul of the sword demon before it could disperse.

"Stop!" Ye Qingcheng suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the body of the left scale vine, and shouted, "You can't do this!"

The left scale vine is a sacred object of soul devouring, but the soul of Akira Miyagawa, it cannot be eaten. Even though he knew that Miyagawa Ming's demonized soul had no chance of reincarnation, he still didn't allow it to do so.

"Huh?" Zuo Scaly Vine turned its tadpole-like head and looked at Ye Qingcheng with the one eye on its forehead. Such a powerful remnant soul, if it is devoured, it may have another chance to improve.

"No, I can't. Ye Qingcheng said angrily.

Zuo Scaly Vine had no choice but to retract his head stupidly, and then contracted his body aggrievedly, returning to Ye Qingcheng's soul.

was controlled for five hundred years, and finally at the time of its demise, the ghost of Akira Miyagawa unexpectedly broke the shackles because of a bell. However, it was too late, and as wisps of white soul smoke flew out and dissipated, dissolving into the air, he completely disappeared. The sword demon's body, which gradually lost its remnant soul, finally stopped shaking its arm, let go of the coreless bell in its hand, and then fell lonely and miserable.

Ye Qingcheng hurriedly caught the bell, and then watched helplessly as its tragic body fell. Five hundred years ago, Akira Miyagawa was an unsurpassable horror of mankind, and his amazing legend has been praised by the world to this day. He was the closest human being to a hero this thousand years ago, was the heir to the greatest expectations from the Yun clan, and even established the Miyagawa clan among the dragon clan, his perseverance and talent, cheerfulness, wisdom, and loyalty to his companion Momo, have always been an example for future generations to praise.

Under the pressure of the turbulent waters of history, most of the things in his business have disappeared, but his legend can only be sealed in the dust but cannot be erased by time. From now on, the burden and dream he carried at the beginning have been handed over to the new heir, and this person is none other than Ye Qingcheng.

At this time, Ye Qingcheng, in addition to lacking a little in reputation, is comparable to the peak of Miyagawa Ming in terms of strength!

Even so, Ye Qingcheng was here, and he still couldn't use his fists and feet, because the two behemoths below could still kill him once they had a gap.

The remnant soul smoke on the sword demon's body had already dissipated, and its body was like ashes, turning into powder with the slow fall.

Ye Qingcheng carefully looked at Hua Jingshi's body and said, "Hua Lao, let's leave." ”

Although Hua Jingshi's old body was harder than Yanyan, it still suffered heavy damage, and he glanced down and said, "If it weren't for me—"

"It's not your fault, you don't have to blame yourself. Ye Qingcheng said rationally. No matter how many people are killed by a sword, the sword cannot be blamed, it is only controlled, and all the blame should be borne by the sword bearer, she is the god of death.

"I just think it's too much. Hua Jingshi said: "If Miyagawa Ming can live until now, I am afraid that his cultivation will not be lower than the Yongmen Gushou, and he may even defeat the Grim Reaper before the Yongmen Gushou." ”

There is no if in the world, only the past, and today's Ye Qingcheng can only become a more powerful "Miyagawa Ming" by avoiding the mistakes of Miyagawa Ming.

Subsequently, they chose one of the countless lava caves and quickly evacuated from the terrifying scourge here.

............

Beneath the vast lava abyss, blood-red magma turbulent like a raging wave.

Just one careless move, the Yongmen Gushou suffered a crazy attack.

"Whoosh!!" On the ground, two bloody soul snakes, entwined with each other, the thickness of a bucket, were extremely fast, and flew out like lightning.

The Yongmen Ancient Guard held the cyan ancient sword in one hand and retreated quickly on the magma. And the pair of soul blood snakes slammed into his chest fiercely, spinning extremely fast, hitting the black inner armor on his chest, knocking him hundreds of feet away, before he was shattered by his huge force. However, just as he shattered the Twin Souls Blood Snake, the hideous-looking Thousand Bird Xuan in the distance released terrifying blood-colored claw shadows one after another.

"Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!......Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!T

Hundreds of blood-colored claw shadows densely converged into a terrifying blood web. The figure of the Yongmen Gu Shou was like a shark on a blood net, and it was so embarrassed that it flew out, until dozens of miles away, before it hit the rock wall of the lava abyss.

Thundered!

The majestic underground space shook violently again. On the lava wall near the lower end of the magma, there was a dent with a diameter of hundreds of zhang under the depression, and the figure of the ancient guard of Yongmen who was less than a zhang tall was like a bean grain in the dentation, but his impact was terrifying.

Under this terrible attack, no matter how tough his body was, he withstood unimaginable blows. However, the series of attacks of the Grim Reaper is not over yet!

As soon as the body of the Yongmen Gu Shou hit the rock wall, a miserable white and strange white bone figure, the Death Demon Appearance, rushed over like lightning. It clenched its bone claws, aimed at the chest of the Yongmen Gu Shou, and directly hit an extremely ferocious punch!

"Bang!!"

"Bang !!!"

"Bang !!!!!"

A punch blasted out, and the sky fell apart. Three circles of terrifying cracks exploded on the rock wall in a row, each circle became bigger and bigger, and the last circle even exceeded 3,000 zhang in diameter!