Chapter 1567: Underworld, Flower 43

Huarou made a heart-piercing sound
"what!!!!"
The gate of is here.
The door will not open until she is dead.
That day, she was left by the lake.
Inadvertently, he swallowed a black bead.
From then on, she, who was about to die, became a victim.
Since then, the gate of that should have been opened by the lake has become the energy to live.
It hurt when she swallowed the beads.
It hurts like being choked off.
Now it's dying.
It actually hurts more than that time.
While dying, she looked at Su Yan.
A tear ran across the corner of his eyes.
In the end, the soul flies annihilated.
Huarou disappeared without a trace.
Beside Huarou's grave, a dark gate appeared.
The inky black flower pattern, carved patterns, vines entwined.
A breath of coldness hits his face, and just one glance makes people shudder.
Originally, the bright sky gradually darkened.
The clouds were densely covered with darkness.
The cool breeze made people feel goose bumps.
When Sang Ming saw the gate.
The eyes lit up.
The throat rolled and laughed.
"Hahahahahaha, the gate of hell, I finally found it!"
With that, he stepped forward quickly.
A pitch-black scimitar appeared in his hand.
He did not push the door in.
Instead, his gaze fell on Su Yan.
The sharp blade reaches Su Yan.
Sang Ming smiled.
His eyes rolled, revealing a grayish white.
The skin is gradually turning blue.
He speaks
"Thank you Miss Su Yan for helping me open the door to hell."
As he said, he paused.
Said with a smile
"Does the girl want to go in and take a look?"
Su Yan stood up and placed the phalanx whistle in his sleeve.
"Go in."
Sang Ming's hair spread out and laughed
"The girl is my benefactor. I want to go to the underworld. Nanmou wants to take you there."
After speaking, the man began to look straight, his lips twitched, and he had a gentle sense of scum.
He was talking about Nan, not Sang Ming.
He speaks
"It's just a girl, that place only allows the souls of dead people to enter.
So as long as you kill you, you can let you in. "
He walked towards Su Yan and swung the scimitar down
"If your soul can survive, remember to find me in the underworld. My name is Nan Ming."
After talking, bang!
The two forces collided.
Su Yan resisted his knife.
Sang Ming, Ao, it should be called Nan Ming now.
Nan Ming was taken aback.
He knew that this woman was born with supernatural power.
But I don't know that this power can actually compete with him.
Nan Ming laughed loudly, the pattern of a flower from the other shore, faintly winding up from the neck, covering his face.
The pitch-black pattern does not seem to be faint and permeating.
"I suddenly didn't want to kill you."
Su Yan looked at him seriously
"I will kill you."
With that, she suddenly ran towards Nan Ming.
I don't know when the hairpin from the other side flower fell into her hand again.
With a flutter.
Nan Ming saw through Su Yan's intentions and tried to resist.
Just, bang!
He underestimated the power of Su Yan.
The two fell to the ground, Nan Ming lay there, the back of his hand was pierced, and the flower hairpin from the other bank directly pierced into the heart.
He clutched his heart and was dying.
However, this Nan Ming didn't seem anxious.
It seems that I don't care at all about this.
He just narrowed his eyes and looked at Su Yan.
Support the ground with one hand.
After a while, he laughed suddenly, then slowly
"Who am I?
It turned out to be the Lord God of the Nine Heavens. "