Chapter 1576: Nether Demon Lord

On the shore, everyone looked at the white "Death" and the black "Life" floating in the air, and their faces became solemn.
Sun Hao looked at this scene with horror, his eyes showed extreme horror.
"Xiaohao, what's the matter?" Lin Yue asked in a deep voice when he noticed Sun Hao's expression.
Sun Hao looked at the word life and death in the air with a panic expression, and muttered: "Life and death are here, the devil comes out, it's over, everything is over."
Hearing Sun Hao's words, Lin Yue's expression changed: "What are you hiding?"
"Hahahaha!" Sun Hao burst into laughter suddenly, "he is coming out, we will all die, haha."
boom!
At this moment, the two characters of life and death in the air seemed to attract each other, and they began to spin rapidly above the pavilion.
Tweeted!
The monster that had hit the boat before, let out a scream of fear, and instantly sank into the bottom of the Hu.
Then, a shocking scene appeared.
I saw the skeleton that had been pushed to the ground by the previous broken hand cultivator seemed to come alive, and suddenly stood up. At the same time, with the skeleton as the center, the surrounding auras are pouring toward the skeleton.
In the horrified eyes of everyone, endless auras gathered on the human skeleton, and only a trace of flesh and blood emerged from the skeleton, covering the whole body of the skeleton in an instant.
The aura dissipated, and a resolute man with a dignified face appeared in the sight of everyone.
The man's face was firm, his black hair was like a waterfall, and his body was full of muscles. On the man's chest, the word "Nether" was engraved.
Everyone looked at this scene with horror. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes just now, it would be hard for them to imagine that this man's body was actually a skeleton before.
"Kill him!" Sun Hao shouted with a horrified expression on the bank.
The eighth-floor monk of Yuanhua Period heard the words, a sharp look appeared in his eyes, and rushed towards the black-haired man who closed his eyes.
"go to hell!"
He made a fist with his right hand and blasted the black-haired man's head with a punch.
Everyone looked at this scene nervously. If this punch is real, waiting for the black-haired man, it must be the end of brain cracking.
But when the hands of the eighth-floor cultivator in the Yuanhua Period were less than an inch from the black-haired man's head, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move forward any more.
Looking at the eighth-floor monk of Yuanhua Period, he was shocked to find that his fist was actually held in the hand by the black-haired man.
At the same time, the black-haired man's eyelids moved up, and then he opened his eyes sharply.
"You want to kill me?"
Cold words came out of the black-haired man's mouth.
"what!"
Meeting the gaze of the black-haired man, the eighth-floor monk of Yuanhua Period let out a horrified cry, and his stature continued to recede.
He looked at the black-haired man's gaze as if he was looking at a terrifying ancient beast.
Just as the eighth-floor monk of Yuanhua Period was desperate, the black-haired man's next words made his eyes widened.
"who am I?"
The black-haired man seemed to have forgotten his identity, and his eyes were filled with doubts.
The cultivator on the eighth floor of the Yuanhua Period seemed to be embarrassed. Hearing the words of the black-haired man, he did not answer, but looked at him in a daze with horror.
His behavior caused dissatisfaction from the black-haired man, and the black-haired man suddenly frowned, and his cold voice rang again.
"If you don't say it, then die."
As soon as the word "death" was uttered, a terrifying coercion radiated from the black-clothed man, instantly pressing the eighth-layer cultivator of Yuanhua Period to kneel on the ground.
Then the black-haired man raised his right hand, turned his fist into a palm, and patted it towards the eighth-layer monk in Yuanhua Period.
boom!
A dull voice sounded, and the mighty and majestic Yuanhua stage eight-layer monk's body shattered, and instantly burst into a blood mist.
In the distance, a group of cultivators saw this scene, and at the same time they were terrified, some of them even vomited.
Zhang Yifeng fixedly looked at the black-haired man in Huxinting, frowning.
After the sudden change just now, although the black-haired man is flesh and blood, it looks like a normal person, but he has a feeling in his heart that the black-haired man is not human.
Or, the black-haired man is not a living person!
From the black-haired man, he felt a thick breath of death, this kind of breath, he has only seen the dead and the undead.
But from the outside, the black-haired man looked like he was neither a dead soul nor a skeleton, but there was real lifelessness on his body, and the richness of lifelessness made him very scared.
At Huxin Pavilion, the black-haired man turned around and looked at the thin monk who had fallen on the stone table. He said indifferently, "Who am I?"
Hearing this, the skinny monk turned pale in an instant, and he didn't even know who this terrifying man was.
Suddenly, he saw the words on the chest of the black-haired man, his mind turned around, and he said loudly, "Nether, you are Nether!"
Hearing the word "Nether", the black-haired man suddenly stopped, muttering to himself: "Nether, Nether..."
The word Nether seemed to have endless magic power, causing the black-haired man to fall into a long period of contemplation.
After a long time, he opened his eyes suddenly, and a striking sharp burst shot out from his eyes.
"I...remembered, my name is Netherworld, I'm Netherworld Demon Lord!"
As the black-haired man's voice fell, a look of the world burst out from him, and there was a hint of expression in the black-haired man's eyes.
"Where is Youruo?" Netherworld Demon Lord looked at the thin monk and asked.
The skinny monk froze for a moment, and asked with a sad face, "Who is Youruo?"
Hearing the words of the thin monk, Nether Demon Lord suddenly fell into silence.
After a long time, he sighed and said softly: "She is my junior sister."
The skinny monk pointed to a skeleton sitting at the stone table, swallowed, and whispered, "My lord, my lord, your sister, isn't it her?"
The Netherworld Demon Lord looked at him abruptly. When he saw the bone sitting on the stone table, his whole body was shaken, and there was indescribable sadness in his eyes.
"Youruo!"
The Netherworld Demon Lord walked to the bones and held the bones in his arms, and a line of blood and tears flowed from his eyes.
"You killed her?"
Nether Demon Lord turned around abruptly, staring at the thin monk with icy eyes like Jiuyou. Killing awe-inspiring.
The skinny monk's face changed drastically, and he shook his head suddenly: "No, it's not me...puff!"
It's just that, just as he explained, his chest collapsed and he vomited a mouthful of blood, his eyes lost his expression.
"Where is the Nether Guard?" The Nether Demon Lord's angry voice rang.
As his voice fell, the seven black-armored warriors who had been standing on the lake suddenly rose into the air and knelt down toward the Nether Demon Lord in the void.