Elven History Song

"What did you do to Sarah, my family?"

"Just a necessary inquiry."

"Oh? Then let me make some necessary inquiries to you. Evening bell!"

The bell of the evening bell rang under Ling Aohan's will. This was the first time that Ling Aohan took the initiative to control the evening bell. It wasn't that he couldn't do it before, but he didn't know that he could do it until he did it not long ago. It was only when I was researching my abilities that I discovered I could do this.

"Appear, my black one!"

Ling Aohan's black clothes were draped on Sarah, and Ling Aohan whispered to her

"Sarah, hide behind me and never come out."

Sarah obeyed Ling Aohan's words and hid behind him. Ling Aohan looked at the Ghost King, with no emotion on his cold face. The bells of the evening bell rang one after another, and each sound seemed to ring in the ghost king's heart, making him feel frightened.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation and the Universe!

What roared in the distance was the thunder from hell, one after another, as if urging the souls heading to hell to hurry up. Ling Aohan's figure suddenly rushed to the ghost king's side, and in an instant he changed his position again, again, again, again, and again. The six positions correspond to the six paths of reincarnation, and the six different sword energies converge into a disk that marks reincarnation and is engraved in the space.

The first sword, the hell realm. The ghost hands in the blood-red hell tore the ghost king's body in half, and the space around him was also torn apart.

The second sword is the path of hungry ghosts. The purple-black hungry ghost opened its bloody mouth and ate half of the ghost king's body, and the space there was swallowed up and disappeared.

The third sword is the beast way. Countless overlapping brown animal phantoms penetrated all parts of the Ghost King's body, as if they were like countless needles and cones, scarring the remaining half of the Ghost King's body into riddled with holes, and then gathered together to tear off part of his body and then tear apart the space. Take his torn body away.

The fourth sword, Shura Dao. The simple black and white sword shadow slashed from both sides of the ghost king's remaining body. There were no gorgeous special effects, but the damage was immediate. The ghost king's remaining body was completely destroyed, and the sword shadow tore apart the space and completely destroyed it. Annihilated in the abyss of fragmented space.

The fifth sword, the way of the world. The shadow of the sword, as dense as a needle threading through, penetrated the Ghost King's lost soul from all directions and nailed it to the ground unable to move. Ling Aohan had always wondered why the Ghost King could always be resurrected. Only then did he know the reason, because the Ghost King put his soul away. In the space created by oneself, the swordsmanship of Human World Dao can penetrate any restrictions and reach the target. People who are penetrated by the swordsmanship of Human World Dao can only wait in place, waiting for Ling Aohan to come and kill him.

The last sword, the sixth sword, the way of heaven. The golden light condensed from the sky into a huge sword with a unique and majestic shape, pointing vertically at the ghost king's hidden soul on the ground. There was nowhere to hide. The blade fell vertically with the slightest hesitation. In the short time, there was no time to think about the ghost king. His soul was hit by this sword and dissipated in any world.

Everything was over. The Ghost King was killed by Ling Aohan himself without leaving any chance. This time the Ghost King was completely dead. Ling Aohan turned around and looked at Sarah behind him. The latter looked at Ling Aohan with admiration and wanted to rush up to him immediately and give him an encouraging kiss.

"Sarah, welcome home."

"I'm back, the boss."

Ling Aohan walked slowly towards Sarah, who stood there, waiting expectantly for Ling Aohan to come up, hold her in his arms and take her home. Ling Aohan felt relieved, everything was over, and Ling Aohan's hand holding the sword gradually dropped.

Before the outstretched hand reached his chest, his eyes were already filled with blood red, mixed with some black flowers.

Jia Xieshi protected Sarah in front of her. Two bone awls with a strong will to die flew from nowhere and tried to stab Sarah. Jia Xieshi blocked them with his body, but unfortunately the bone awls came from nowhere. The place where it hit was the heart, and the fire of life was ignited, but it was of no use at all. Once again, Ling Aohan lost an important person because of his carelessness.

The bone awl turned into ashes little by little, and the same thing happened with Jiaxieshi's body. The two gradually turned into ashes and disappeared. Jiaxieshi held Sarah's face and looked at it carefully, with that evil look on her face. Smile

"That's great. Little handsome guy is willing to go against the world for a girl like this. You are so happy."

The two lines of tears that had not yet been shed turned into ashes and dissipated together. Jiaxie turned into ashes and disappeared into the powerful turbulence around him. Sarah, who was at a loss, looked at Ling Aohan, but the latter just lowered his head and said nothing. She couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but she could clearly feel an extremely familiar yet unfamiliar force gradually spreading around him. began to spread.

"Be... in charge, from the back!"

Ling Aohan had naturally noticed that the Ghost King was resurrected again.

The roar filled with anger and hatred soared into the sky, even wanting to shatter the glass. Ling Aohan didn't know why this happened, as if everything just now was fake, Jia Xie had never been here at all, and it was just a phantom.

But after all, people can't deceive themselves. Jia Xieshi is already dead. Because of his own negligence, Jia Xieshi is dead.

The evening bell rang, just like before, as irregularly and solemnly as a naughty child rang it randomly, but with a strong sense of death. Sarah didn't know what happened, she just felt that her vision went dark and she could no longer see, feel or hear anything. She wanted to try to move, but it was impossible. When she opened her eyes again, she was already lying on her bed at home, and it was already the morning of the next day.

Ling Aohan sat on the bedside and looked at her with a smile. Sarah asked eagerly about her experience last night. Ling Aohan just told her that Jiaxie had sacrificed his life to save her, and then the God of Death came, and then he successfully killed the ghost king.

"Everyone has returned. The God of Death is now the Emperor of the North Sea. We have a powerful person in the world of light."

"But, Master, that Miss Jiaxieshi..."

Ling Aohan waved his hand and said

"I have buried her on the grassland of her home. There is no need to feel guilty. I think Jia Xie sacrificed himself voluntarily to save you. I can only hate my own incompetence. I can't immediately remove the bone awl." Deal with it, Fire of Life doesn't work on it, and when I think of using other skills, it's already over."

Ling Aohan lowered his head and looked remorseful, but then he put on the warm smile just now.

"Don't think about these sad things. Come with me to Jia Xieshi's home when you have time. I think she would really like to see you."

"Well, I also want to express my gratitude to Miss Jiaxieshi."