Vol 2 Chapter 1190: Netherworld, Masked Man

"Okay, the farce should end like this," the voice of the end of the Thousand Plagues came again.
"If there is nothing wrong, then all go back.
For the sake of the former demon master, this Ghost God Realm rule was bad for you last time. "
"One day, this gate will eventually be unable to stop me," Xu Zimo said calmly.
"When you reach my height, we will naturally have equal opportunities for dialogue," said Doomsday.
"But now, I look forward to the limits of your growth."
As his words came to an end, the black mist around him continued to dissipate.
The door disappeared at the end of Xu Zimo's sight.
Xu Zimo raised his head and looked at the sky like stagnant water.
"It's... it's bright, but it's still dark."
"Lord," asked the people of Baimeng who came over.
"I'm okay," Xu Zimo waved his hand, letting the people of Bymeng return to the mainland of China.
They are not suitable to show up at the moment.
Lan Canyin cautiously walked out of the room when the spots were shiny.
He kept a distance from Xu Zimo and asked vigilantly: "You, are you okay?"
Xu Zimo turned his head and glanced at her, then calmly replied, "Go and prepare the map."
"Are you really okay?" Lan Canyin said in shock.
"For so many years, someone has come out of the night alive."
"Do you think I look like something is going on?" Xu Zimo asked rhetorically.
"What did you see in the gray mist?" Lan Canyin asked curiously.
"Are you sure you want to know?" Xu Zimo asked.
Lan Canyin was silent for a while, and said silently, "I'll help you prepare a map."
She also understood in her heart that Xu Zimo didn't say it, it should be for her good.
It's better not to know this kind of thing.
After all, there are too many big horrors and big secrets that are taboos.
Seeing Lan Canyin's leaving figure, Xie Changliu also walked out from the side.
"Long stay," Xu Zimo said.
"It seems that this Nether Realm, I am going to walk with you."
"What's the matter?" Xie Changliu said in surprise.
"It's all for women," Xu Zimo patted him on the shoulder and chuckled lightly.
Xie Changliu was a little confused, but still followed Xu Zimo.
The darkness of the invisible night has gradually become clear.
The two walked out of the courtyard where this hall was located.
As soon as he stepped outside, Xu Zimo felt something was wrong.
A bleak murderous aura struck without warning.
Stepping on the ground, the withered leaves of the ghost tree were blowing in the wind, spinning in the void.
A leaf withered and flew, flying across the void, and then born.
Xu Zimo turned his body slightly and avoided the leaf.
The leaf flew over the next big tree, and an old tree was smoothly cut in half.
"I don't know which friend it is, don't hide the head and the tail," Xie Changliu said softly.
"It's the formation," Xu Zimo reminded.
"Damn you," a voice came from all around.
The voice was erratic, and a figure with a white mask appeared in the sight of the two.
He held a sword in his left hand, and the tip of the sword swept across the ground. The ground was cracked, and endless sword intent was floating.
As for himself, there is a stronger Emperor Wei constantly circulating.
The mighty force shattered the entire void.
"Since I came to kill us, with a mask, this behavior reminded me of that turtle with its head shrunk," Xu Zimo smiled.
"Xuanwu, Xuanming, right?"
When his words fell, he saw the masked man on the opposite side exuding a stronger killing intent.
Almost condensed into substance.
His sword intent is vertical and horizontal, although not necessarily better than Xie Changliu, but because his realm is higher.
So it looks even more vast.
"What's your relationship with Xuanming?" Xu Zimo asked.
The masked man did not answer, but dragged the sword faster and faster, until finally he even ran.
His figure flickered in front of Xu Zimo's eyes, and the blade of the long sword faced upwards, making a half circle.
There was a cold light on the tip of the sword.
Xu Zimo took a step back, avoided the blow, and kicked his right foot upward.
He kicked heavily on the man's sword.
Xie Changliu beside him drew his sword in an instant, and Jian Yi Ling Ran killed the masked man.
The two swords collided, and only a "bang" sound was heard, sparks splashed, and endless void cracks appeared.
But the masked man is better.
Xie Changliu stepped back a few steps, the masked man refused to forgive and deceived him again.
With one sword slicing through several heavens, Xie Changliu was already struggling to resist.
The masked man stretched his foot and kicked him out.
His goal was not Xie Changliu, who slowly turned his head to look at Xu Zimo.
An extremely powerful force condensed overhead.
In the end it formed the shape of a basalt, but this basalt was a bit special, because it was pure white all over, with thin snowflakes floating around.
This is an ice basalt.
The masked male sword pointed to Xuanwu, and the power on it kept pouring into his blade.
As he wielded his sword, the snowflakes continued to wither.
"Nine days of chaos, Shuangxuehan," the masked man yelled softly.
The blade was frozen for thousands of miles, and he came straight towards Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo's hands were enveloped in flames, the flames filled the shadows, and the blade of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com was red.
The blend of ice and fire is in the void.
The swords crossed, the two looked around, only to see a bolt of lightning flying out of the eyes in the mask.
Xu Zimo dodged sideways, only to hear the shout of the masked man again.
"Jiang Tianxue Yiyun confused,
Thousands of snow and thousands of mountains do not stay,
At sunset, the sky is cold and the sword is snowy. "
Countless sword intent mixed with ice and snow condensed in the whole body.
As soon as he raised his head, the endless north wind and heavy snow fell.
This move seems to have the ability to affect the season.
For a moment, autumn turned to winter, and a thick layer of snow spread on the ground.
Throughout the snow, the masked man became the only scenery.
He swung his sword in the wind and snow, and the world was vast.
"Xueluo shocked the sky."
The profound meaning of the wind and snow became stronger and stronger, filling half of the sky, tearing apart the light of dawn, and falling from the top of Xu Zimo's head.
This sword light occupies half of the sky, and there is no possibility for Xu Zimo to dodge.
Xu Zimo made a seal on both hands, and the Ayesha seal formed quickly in front of him, and a powerful momentum burst out.
Feixue and 卍yin exploded quickly.
The aftermath of the explosion completely separated the two, and the mask broke apart in the explosion.
Under the mask, there is a slightly immature baby face.
The figure seemed to panic because of the shattering of the mask. He stretched out his right hand, and his wide sleeves covered his face.
"Don't look at me, don't look at me," he yelled in panic.
"You still care about your own flesh and blood so much," Xu Zimo said with a light smile.
The masked man didn't dare to look directly at Xu Zimo. With a wave of his hand, the surrounding scenes changed.
The heavy snow dissipated, the formation was lifted, and he hurriedly ran away.
"What? Come as you want, leave as you want," Xu Zimo's eyes condensed, and the intent of the knife in his hand slashed across.