Kowloon pull coffin

Chapter 802 Facing the Void
I stepped on the vain black ground, as if I would fall into another abyss at any time.

The black mist has the penetrating power of bone erosion and ecstasy, directly corroding people's souls, flesh and blood.I had to hold my breath and squint my eyes.

The heart of the sword was beating like a drum, and the eardrums were buzzing. Even though he couldn't hear any sound, it was deafening.

Through the endless darkness, I saw a gigantic demon body with sharp metal horns on its head and an armor burning with black flames.

This battle armor shines with the luster of metal, and it also carries the power of burning flames.

His hair was like burning fire, and his beard was like a sharp knife that hadn't been quenched.I couldn't see his real face clearly, because his face was shrouded in endless divine power.

Just like an ant can't see a person's face clearly.

This demon is terrifying and perfect at the same time.

Seeing him, I finally understood that we do not belong to the same world.

In front of him, not only me is small, but also the world I live in becomes thin and fragile.

The space around him was distorted, not only light and shadow, but also dimensions.

Now, I understand why he can't come to our world with his own body, but wants to cast down a projection.

Because he came from a high-dimensional space, this is a high-level creature, and his descent across dimensions caused great damage to himself. I saw his chest split open, exposing scarlet burning internal organs.

He frowned tightly, as if he was enduring great pain.

Coming into this thin and fragile world hurt his perfect body, and at the same time completely desecrated his dignity.

It is a kind of blasphemy for him to destroy billions of stars with his hands and destroy countless universes in his life, the Lord of the Void.

This kind of blasphemy made him extremely angry. He was glaring at me with ruthless mockery and bloodthirsty look in his eyes.

His weapon was a sword, a broken sword like mine.

The evil spirit is awe-inspiring, the upper half of the blade has been broken, and the remaining half still carries the might of tearing the sky.

I am very curious about who cut off his sword, because I can't imagine anyone else who can be the opponent of this demon in front of me.

The perfect demon, unrivaled.

I have seen the time and space lord, and the time and space lord is as weak as a baby in front of him, which is ridiculous.

I have seen Nanhua before, and it is even more difficult to imagine how Nanhua escaped from death again and again under his pursuit. This is simply impossible.

At this moment, I felt a strong sense of frustration. Could it be that only chaos and emptiness are the real eternity?
If Wuji is the final form, why is there Taiji in this world?
I remembered, it was the power of dreams.

With the help of the power of dreams, Nanhua was able to escape by chance again and again.

However, dreams are also a kind of nothingness.

Yanhua once said that what exists will eventually be disillusioned, and that which is eternal will eventually perish. All the colorful things in the world are just to confuse people's hearts.

It can be seen that she also agrees with nothingness, but the nothingness she thinks is definitely not as terrifying as it is in front of her eyes.

The nightmare finally woke up, and I saw my fragility and the fragility of the world.

The Lord of the Void didn't need to make a move, just showing his perfect body gave me a clear and profound understanding of the Void.

Some people exist because they are alive, for preservation, for seeking common ground while reserving differences, and for the unity of nature and man.

And some people exist for destruction, only endless destruction and killing can make them feel their own existence.

Similarly, only by creating one side after another void can their empty hearts be filled.

Because when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

The saddest thing is that the void is likely to be the destination of all existence, and this is the greatest tragedy.

"It's a pity that such a superb swordsmanship is used to defend an insignificant and broken world..."

The devil opened his mouth, and every word was like thunder, beating on my heart, and blood flowed out from my seven orifices.

"Join me, you will taste the sweetest pleasure in the world, the pleasure of destruction. And I can guarantee that you can realize yourself more clearly, and you will never be tempted by absurd dreams."

"I've been really alive..." I responded weakly.

"In your world, death is the only reality, and death is not the end, but just the beginning of another."

"In your eyes, death may be praiseworthy, but I still want to use the sword in my hand to defend the dignity of the righteous."

"Countless people have said this in front of me, do you know their ending?"

I am silent.

Secretly accumulating strength, ready to launch an attack.

In front of his divine power, both my vitality and my will are rapidly decaying and drying up.

Although I am dominated by fear, the heart of the sword still retains the last remaining warmth of life.

Because I still have a sword in my hand, and there are ten thousand prophecies carved on the sword that belong to the living.

I noticed that the wound on the devil's chest was getting worse, and the blood was falling like a waterfall, flowing on the abyss.

"A thief once stole a precious Seed of the World from me. Someone used this Seed of the World to weave a perfect dream, trying to make it eternal. Unfortunately, as long as it is a dream, someone will wake up day."

"The thief you're talking about is Xie Moling, the patriarch of the Demon Dao? Since you know that he stole your World Seed, why didn't you kill him?" I asked.

I want to delay as much as possible.

It is impossible for the Lord of the Void to stay in our world for a long time. I want to strike him deadly while he is at his weakest.

"I didn't kill him because he wasn't worthy of me traveling through many universes to come to your world. I only need one projection to wipe him out."

"You don't kill him, but ask the deity to kill me, you think too highly of me." I said.

"It seems that you still don't know what you are."

"What am I?"

"You are……"

The devil's words were only half spoken, and his brows were deeply frowned.

It was obvious that what he was about to say had caused him confusion, or he had suddenly forgotten what he was about to say.

However, this confusion didn't last long, and soon he stretched his brows again, and a mocking grin appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I remember, you are..."

At the moment when the nightmare was about to tell the truth, I chose to attack.

All I was waiting for was this moment, the perfect moment to attack.

What Nightmare was about to say was very important to me, even more important than my life, he thought I would listen patiently.

He even thought that as long as he had ears, he should listen to the truth he was about to tell.

Unfortunately, I have to do the opposite.

The sword of thousands of prophecies is no longer enough to release the sword energy, and my attack is so weak that it is almost ridiculous.

And because my body has been corroded by the darkness, I can't even move a lot, so close at hand, far away in the world.

In the end, I chose to throw the broken sword in my hand.

The sword of thousands of prophecies is like a feather, light and without any attack power, but it is inserted straight into the demon's chest at a perfect and tricky angle...

(End of this chapter)