Kowloon pull coffin

Chapter 248 Reentry Entrance
When I held the hilt of the sword with both hands, I immediately felt a sense of being connected by blood, and then a magnificent torrent of emotion flowed into my heart.

These emotions are all telling me their needs and desires for me, as if I am their savior, and they have been waiting for me for many years.

It's like a lost lamb calling to the shepherd, like a child who lost his homeland standing on the ruins looking for traces of his relatives, like a lone boat losing its direction on the vast sea, looking for the guidance of a lighthouse.

This emotional craving initially intoxicated me, because the greatest human achievement in life is to be needed and recognized.

But soon, this feeling of intoxication receded from the bottom of my heart, and I began to become anxious, and then my whole body trembled.

I am afraid that I cannot bear such a heavy mission, and I am afraid that they will disappoint me.

"Xie Lan, what's wrong?" Yan Hua asked with concern.

"I can't pull out this sword," I said.

"Xie Lan, I understand what you mean. When I carried the dragon soul flag on my back, I was also anxious. After awakening the mission of the death god of the ancient underworld, I was even more afraid that I would not be able to bear the grief of the soul. Later, I gradually thought I understand, some things have to be done by someone, and another person may not be able to do better than you." He said seriously.

"I'm afraid of living up to their expectations of me," I said.

"If you are destined to bear it, even if you give up the hero's sword, you still have to bear this mission. Think about it, why did the Patriarch of the Demon Dao come to Guixu? He didn't come for Jinao Island. There is no class, the ancestor of the Demon Dao came here to preach."

"But I'm not him, I'm too far away from him."

"Weakness now does not mean that it will be the same in the future. Even if you have no confidence in yourself, you must draw the sword of heroes for the sake of the devil. Xie Lan, if you pull out the sword of heroes, then our ancestors of the devil will not only be golden. Ao Island."

"what do you mean……"

"The entire Guixu is my ancestral home of the Demon Dao!"

As soon as Yanhua's words came out, the whole body exuded a kind of supreme pride and ambition. Infected by her, the pores of my whole body were trembling.

After I closed the porch, I never went to the porch to look at the soul-calling flag again, but at this moment I clearly heard the sound of the soul-calling flag being automatic again without wind.

After all, I am an ordinary person, and my instinctive reaction in the face of fear is to escape. I dare not even look at the fragments of Jiang Xueyang's divine sense, but in the face of the hero's sword, I know that I can no longer escape.

Avoiding is not necessarily easy to avoid, and facing is not necessarily the saddest.

The end of the Dharma Age is over, and the will of the gods descended into the world will come to the world. Even if the magic way is reopened, Jin'ao Island will hardly survive.

The magic way needs to return to the ruins!
Guixu can reverse the chaos of yin and yang, and even the way of heaven can be drawn into catastrophe. If Guixu can be turned into the ancestral home of my demonic way, no one in the three realms can shake the foundation of my demonic way.

Of course, it is extremely difficult to conquer Guixu.

Because until now we don't know what Guixu is, we only know that it is a world independent of the Three Realms and not under the Dao of Heaven.

Since it is the world, it has its own world will.

It is too early to talk about conquest, and drawing the sword of a hero is the first step on the road to conquest.

……

I closed my eyes and started drawing the sword with all my strength.

The hero's sword didn't move at all, no matter how hard I tried, it didn't move a single bit.

Under the hilt of the sword, it seems to have completely merged with the entire death highland.

And when I drew my sword, I felt that the entire oven abyss was projecting an unknown amount of divine thoughts towards me, full of malice.

The millions of fierce souls buried in the entire oven abyss seem to exist to protect the hero's sword, and they do not allow a foreigner to pull out the sword.

Yes, I know why I can't pull it out, because I can't overcome their will to obstruct.

At this moment, Xie Liuyun and Murong Yuanrui also set foot on the summit of Death Heights, walking towards the hero's sword step by step.

The human immortals suffered heavy casualties. The total number of masters of the human immortals who came up with them was less than 50, and half of them died in the hands of the vicious souls on the death plateau.

Xie Liuyun was covered in blood all over his body, while the bronze mask on Murong Yuanrui's face had cracks, which showed how cruel the battle they encountered.

Seeing Xie Liuyun and Murong Yuanrui walking towards the hero's sword, the Xingtian Clan female warriors stepped up to stop them and not let them come up.

"Xie Lan, I advise you not to do this. You can't suppress the fierce will of the entire ancient battlefield of thousands of races by yourself. Once you draw your sword, you will be killed." Xie Liuyun stood on the spot and said to me.

His words made me shake again, but I was not reconciled.

"If Shapolang's fate is still there, you still have a chance to try it with the irreversible power of three directions and four upright fates, but you have no chance with only seven kills and Pojun." Murong Yuanrui also began to persuade me.

I really want to refute, but I have to admit that she is right.

Not only can I not suppress the ferocious will of the entire Ancient Battlefield of Beasts, but neither can Yanhua, the god of death in the ancient underworld.

And if you provoke them, we will all die here.

It would be great if Xue Yang was still there, killing the wolf in three directions and four uprights might not mean that there would be no chance.

It's a pity that she fell in the Yinshan ancestral court ahead of time.

Perhaps even her death was calculated by the Dao of Heaven, the purpose is to prevent the Dao of Demon from pulling out the sword of heroes!

I bent down and knelt down on one knee, still holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, even though my whole body was trembling like rain.

As long as I don't give up, the Xingtian Clan female warrior will stand on my side, and she will not attack me unless I leave my hands from the hilt.

Gradually, more and more fierce wills were condensed on my body.At the same time, all the vicious souls in the ancient battlefield of ten thousand beasts began to recover.

I don't know how many powerful evil spirits have begun to awaken, and the number is several times or even dozens of times greater than all the evil spirits we have encountered before.

Xie Liuyun's face became tense, and he said again: "Xie Lan, let go of the hilt of the sword, or we will all die. Not only us, but the hundreds of thousands of human and immortal troops may be wiped out."

"Let go, Xie Lan. Unless Jiang Xueyang comes back to life, you won't be able to pull out the hero sword." Murong Yuanrui also persuaded again.

I looked up at Yanhua, she was silent, but her eyes revealed from the depths of the blue flame clearly told me that I must not give up.

But I really can't resist, the will of the fierce soul has all been turned into the power of the curse, and the spirit of consciousness has already felt the threat of death, and desperately wants to escape into the entrance, but I have already sealed the entrance, and the spirit of consciousness cannot enter.

"Yuhua, I can't do it, even if I fully recover from my injuries." I said.

"let me help you."

After she finished speaking, she walked up to me and pressed her cold hands on mine.

A powerful soul power came from her hand, wandering around my limbs, helping me share the curse from the evil spirit.

However, as the power of the curse became stronger and stronger, Yuhua's body also began to tremble.

Roar!Roar!Roar!
The low roars of ferocious beasts came from all directions. In addition to the ferocious beasts, the ferocious souls of the strong human race also let out low-pitched curses and venomous roars.

Fierce spirits came from all directions towards the Death Heights, staring at me with eyes full of curse and hatred.

The original Sword of Heroes was a prop used by Tiandao to deceive. Now, the Sword of Heroes has become a sword of hope after condensing the will of the creatures in the prehistoric world of Guixu.

But the fierce souls cannot be freed and are accompanied by despair and pain, so their instinct of will is to destroy all hope.

There are countless evil spirits around the Death Heights, and they are climbing upwards. Once they come up, we will all die.

"Your time is running out." The Xingtian Clan female warrior said coldly.

I don't need her to remind me.

I looked at her and she nodded to me.

With her approval, I opened the porch.

To draw the hero's sword, one must muster the power to destroy the wolf's fate.

After Xueyang fell, I didn't take a look at the entrance again.And now, I have to face her, although my heart is heavier than before.

I didn't dare to face it before, but I just couldn't bear her to leave.And now I have added the future of the Demonic Dao, if I can't pull out the hero's sword, then the Demonic Dao I lead will have no future.

(End of this chapter)