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

The sword of the void, the sword of thousands of prophecies.The fusion of two broken swords made this sword lose its owner in our world.

No one is qualified to hold the hilt of a sword, not even Chunjun.

She could only untie the sword and hold the blade carefully.

Feeling the piercing sword intent, Yuhua woke up from a deep sleep, lifted the death mask, and looked at Chunjun with the eyes of the abyss.

With just one glance, Yan Hua's eyes were immediately attracted by the sword Chun Jun was holding.

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Chapter 8 Twelve Leaving the World

The sword body is beautiful, surging the evil of the devil, and telling the sadness of thousands of prophecies.

This is an unspeakable sword.

The Styx knife awakened from the bottom of the sea, the ice burst and the knife's aura soared to the sky.

Accompanied by a huge wave, the Styx knife flew out from the bottom of the sea, and slashed at the sword in Chunjun's hand from the air.

The sword is mighty, and Chun Jun's long hair is flying.

Facing such a knife attack, her hand is still very steady, and the sword in her hand is still as calm as water.

At the moment when the blade was about to hit the blade, Yan Hua stretched out her hand to hold the handle of the blade, and the blade trembled unwillingly in her hand, and quarreled.

At the bottom of the abyss, Yuhua didn't pay much attention to this sword. At that time, her mind was all on me. Later, this sword was recalled by the law of heaven and earth. She had a very shallow impression of this sword.

However, as mighty as she is, she can faintly recognize the sword from the evil carried by the blade.

The evil that belongs to the Lord of the Void is hard to see in the Void throughout the ages.

"Chun Jun, is this the Demon Sword of the Void Maharaja?" Yan Hua asked uncertainly.

"Yes, General Lin."

"Why is the sword in your hand?"

"This sword cannot be tolerated by heaven and earth, and it cannot be destroyed. The law of heaven and earth decided to exile it in the outer space. Before the exile, the law of heaven and earth asked me to take the sword and bid farewell to you, General Lin."

"This is the devil's sword, why did you bid farewell to me?" Yan Hua asked.

"Just because this sword has been stained with the blood of the Daoist ancestor."

Yan Hua's body shook, and then looked at the sword body, his eyes became complicated.

Hatred, sadness, memories, despair.

With all kinds of emotions intertwined, Yanhua reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

She wanted to take a closer look at the sword, the demonic sword that had killed her lover.

As soon as the sword was in his hand, it burned Yanhua's hand, and then the powerful sword intent followed her hand to attack her body, and then tried to attack her soul.

After holding the sword handle for a moment, Yan Hua's spirit was wounded by the sword intent.

Seeing this, the Styx sword became more and more clanging, wanting to compete with the sword.

Yanhua has a knife in one hand and a sword in the other.

One side is icy cold, and the other side is burning with flames.

Suddenly, Yanhua raised his eyebrows and exhaled, and he exerted strength with both hands at the same time, striking each other with swords.

There was a loud bang, and the sword qi erupted into a powerful energy shock wave, and Chun Jun was directly thrown backwards by the impact.

Then the ice peak shook, and the ice cracked instantly, like a jade pillar collapsing, blasting out snow particles all over the sky.

Yanhua was the most severely impacted, but she still held on to the hilt of the sword tightly.

The ice peak collapsed, and the throne collapsed and flew away. When the wind and snow subsided, Yuhua knelt down on one knee and landed on the ten thousand-foot ice field of the Dead Sea.

The Styx knife was inserted under the ice by her, absorbing the majestic soul energy in the Dead Sea to heal her wounds, and the devil sword was turned upside down by her, and the tip of the sword had already pierced into the heart.

"General Lin!" Chun Jun shouted and rushed over.

"It's okay, I can't die." Yuhua said.

"Why are you doing this?" Chunjun asked.

"Since I commit myself to him, I will enjoy the same joy when I am happy, and worry together when I am worried. I will share the same quilt when I am alive, and I will share the same acupuncture point when I die. This sword has been stained with his blood, so it should be accompanied by my blood."

"Perhaps, Daozu is not dead." Chunjun said hesitantly.

"I have traveled all over the ages, but I don't even have a trace of memory. The world is withering, but the way of heaven is not in place. However, even if I know that he is no longer there, I will continue to watch here. Our memories are preserved here. I will Wait until he reaches the end of the world."

Yan Hua spoke softly, hearing Chun Jun's tears flickering.

Her blood was absorbed by the sword, so I saw a touch of rouge through the sword prison.

The red mist rose before my eyes, and I heard the familiar heartbeat.

Sadness overwhelmed me all of a sudden. I guessed that Chunjun's meeting with Nanhua with a sword behind her back would definitely affect her heart, but I never thought that she would be so decisive.

I remembered her prophecy, that the blade kills the life, and the strength wounds the soul.

She pierced her heart with the sword, just to leave an indelible scar on her soul.

"Death's mercy is called forgetting. It's too lonely here. I'm afraid I'll forget him before the end of the world. I can forget everything, but I don't want to forget him..."

"No one will forget Daozu." Chunjun said with a sob.

"No, you will only remember Xie Moling, not him. No matter how many things he has done, people will still think of Xie Moling when they mention the Patriarch of the Demon Dao. I believe that it will not be long before the world will completely forget him. Just like Daozang didn't know how to write Xie Moling's name back then."

"Why do you forget him, he is the one who defeated the Heavenly Dao." Chunjun said.

"You don't understand. I only recently realized that Xie Lan must be forgotten."

"why?"

"Because he never belonged to our world. To our world, he is just a shooting star. It's just that this shooting star is too dazzling, leaving people with an indelible memory. However, a shooting star is a shooting star after all. , I don’t know where it came from, and I don’t know where it’s going.”

"Speaking like this, Daozu is too ruthless."

"Xie Moling is ruthless, but incarnation Xiyi returns with heaven and earth, he is still between heaven and earth, Xie Lan ruthless is thousands of times better than him!" Xie Hua said word by word.