Chapter 204 Life is thinner than paper

The chariot is full of dust, galloping in the depths of the turbulent Beiming Sea. Eight heavenly horses seem to never be tireless, like white lightning turning over the river and cutting the waves.

Ni Tiangao sat opposite Lin Yinxue in a bloody bath. The chariot was so stable that he could hardly feel it flying.

His body is getting colder and colder, like a frozen stone. The blood in his body seems to condense into a sharp ice knife, slowly and carefully cutting the meridians, internal organs, bones and even every inch of skin.

A strong mist of light emanated from his body, with a deep cold. He kept coughing, tearing his heart and lungs every time, and occasionally there was a low roar in his throat, as if a snake was swimming and biting.

His mind gradually became blurred, and he faintly saw a girl in white with bright eyes and teeth slowly walking towards him. He couldn't help hugging the cool and soft body with open arms and asked gently, "Is it really you?"

I woke up from a dream, and my arms were empty. I don't know where the girl in white has gone. Instead, it was a cold mask shining with silver in front of him, and the hatred and ridiculing hidden behind this mask.

"The spring silkworm is dying... When I planted this prohibition, I once told you that if one day you dare to defeat me, you will die under the spring silk!" The hostess of the silver mask looked at him indifferently, with a little resentment, a little pleasure, and a trace of pain that could hardly be tasted.

"I came here today to see with my own eyes how you were slowly swallowed up by silk and finally turned into flying ash?"

Ni Tiangao's eyes flashed sharply, as if he had regained a little look at the world, and his voice was hoarse, "So what? B bitch!"

"B bitch? This is my real position in your mind, right? In those years, you coaxed me into losing myself to you. In fact, it was just for a secret picture of the treasure of the Northern Underworld.

Ni Tian snorted, "You and I are each other. Now, no one has to put on the face of a victim to talk to each other. The so-called simple feelings really have nothing to do with you and me. When you approached me back then, didn't you just want to grasp the secret of Youyuan Hall?

Lin Yinxue didn't say anything and slowly raised her hand to take off the silver mask on her face. The mottled and terrible nightmare-like face gradually emerged from behind the silver mask.

"What are you?" Ni Tiangao frowned in disgust, and the pain in his body was in full swing. The silver-red blood steamed and quickly condensed into silk in the air and wrapped around him.

He secretly tried to refine the silver wire, but the faster the power was stimulated, the more blood in his body was lost. Gradually, a layer of gorgeous silver cocoon formed on the surface of his body, which made people shudder.

"The difference between me and yours is that I at least thought I could live a simple life, but in Orion Village in Daya Mountain, all my fantasy and innocence no longer exist--" Lin Yinxue put her face close to Ni Tiangao and looked at him word by word: "For so many years, you can figure out why I asked you to meet there. Noodles?

"You, what do you mean? How much have you hidden from me?" Ni Tiangao's body finally couldn't help trembling, like a beast ho ho ho ho, "What does that boy have to do with Beiming Treasure?"

"In the Youtian War 3,000 years ago, the Nether Emperor was defeated by the Northern Underworld Sea. Before being sealed by the heavenly world, he used the plate of fate to put his wisp of magic knowledge into reincarnation, so as to successfully avoid the pursuit and pass it down secretly through the mortal fetus."

Lin Yinxue said, "Each generation of people who carry the demonic knowledge of the Nether Emperor are called 'sleepers'. This is because the magic knowledge of the Nether Emperor can't sleep in the deep sea in their bodies, and even I don't feel it. But every six hundred years, the magic will awaken once, convey the will and memory of the underworld emperor before he was sealed, and then re-enter the state of sleep. Therefore, the generation who is lucky enough to accept the inheritance of magic knowledge is called 'the illusionist' - for example, the sword demon is cold, and he is the latest generation of consciousness.

Ni Tian said hoarsely, "Is Chu Tian the next generation of ghosts?"

Lin Yinxue shook her head and said, "No, he is not a ghost. Six hundred years and one cycle, three thousand years and one cycle. Now it is the time for the complete recovery of the magic knowledge left by the Underworld Emperor in the world. It is about to wake up the prison magic sword and the plate of fate, reopen the Beiming Sea to kill back to the two realms of the sky, and smash the seal of the yuan god. Chu Tian will become the one who breaks the fate and searches for and rescues the Nether Emperor, who was crowned as the yuan god. In the arrangement of the Nether Emperor, he can be called the 'Avenger' or 'The Nether Prince'!"

At this point, Lin Yinxue showed a mocking smile on her face and looked sideways at Ni Tiangao and said, "If I tell you that everything is actually under the control of others, even before you are born, everything has been arranged. Will you feel a little better about your failure today? The Beiming treasure that you have been obsessed with and want to get by any means does exist, but you can't open it. You are just making wedding clothes for others.

"What about you? What are you doing this for?" Ni Tiangao sneered and said, "I don't believe that you will be willing to hand over the Beiming Treasure to others. Even if that person is the so-called prince of the underworld!"

Lin Yinxue sat up straight and said solemnly for a moment of silence, "You're right. I won't let anyone get the treasure of Beiming!" I'm going to destroy it with my own hands and end all this completely.

"Destroy the Northern Underworld Treasure?" Ni Tiangao was stunned and immediately laughed and said, "It's really Lin Yinxue's style - if you can't get it, and others can't touch it!"

"The day when the road to the underworld reopens is the time when the disaster of the three worlds rises again." Lin Yinxue said coldly, "I don't want to be a victim of the ambition to resurrect the Nether Emperor. Shenlu should not become the slaughterhouse of the Youtian War again!"

Ni Tiangao slowly smiled and said, "No wonder I went to the ruins of Orion Village many times after the event, but I couldn't find a clue. It turned out that when you went to the Orion Village of Daya Mountain, you went for Chu Tian? Since you had known that he was the so-called Prince of the Underworld, why didn't you commit suicide to get out of the future?

Lin Yinxue said, "The container is broken, and the water in it still needs to flow out."

Ni Tian snorted, "Do you think Chu Tian will obediently obey you?"

Lin Yinxue didn't answer, and looked ahead and said, "It's almost there--"

"Rumble--" The sea suddenly turbulent and rolled, condensed into countless huge and rapid whirlpools, making a thunderous roar.

The Netherworld chariot involuntarily bumped, struggled through the whirlpool, crossed one eye after another, and kept advancing to the bottom of the sea.

If Chu Tian or Youao Mountain is also in this chariot, you will be surprised to find that the whirlpools in front of you seem to be chaotic, but the trend of the water flow is almost the same as the graphics on the drawing paper that Lin Yinxue graffiti.

In this endless whirlpool, there are the fallen remnants of the yuan gods and the lost and damaged fairy soldiers and magic treasures, and even the limbs of immortals and demon gods.

The surging underworld energy surged out of the eyes of the vortex, making the chariot more and more dazzling, like a comet across the dark sky, dragging the golden tail of light.

This is the exit of the road of the underworld opened by the underworld emperor 3,000 years ago, and the connection with the divine land was cut off again by the seal of the heavenly world.

Suddenly, the underworld chariot was turned over by an irresistible wave. Just as Ni Tian's high man lost his balance and was about to throw out of the chariot, the overwhelming whirlpool disappeared without a trace. The underworld chariot stopped steadily in a desolate and lonely wilderness.

In front of the position of the chariot is the only mountain in the wilderness, like a sleeping magic dragon, which is thousands of miles long. The blood-red sky at the top of the mountain is turbulent, and the turbulent waves of the North Underworld can be faintly seen. A round of red sun hung high in the sky, emitting a deep chill.

"This mountain was originally transformed by the bones in the body of the Nether Emperor. As for the red sun above my head, I don't need to say, you should be able to guess its origin."

Lin Yinxue sat in the chariot and stared at it. With a wisp of excitement on her face, she said, "Aren't you always looking for the treasure of Beiming? That's it--"

"The plate of fate!" Ni Tiangao's eyes emitted a blazing light, and suddenly ejected. The silver wire on his body melted, and his left hand pierced Lin Yinxue's heart with the magic sword.

Lin Yinxue sat motionless in the car and looked fixedly at the man who came to him with a ferocious face and waved his sword. With hatred and resentment, he said gently, "Six years ago, I had died once. And you even want to kill me again..."

Although she lost her skills, her heart was still there, and there was a sudden crisp sound in Ni Tiangao's throat, as if something was bursting.

Ni Tian shouted loudly, and his body twisted and struggled in pain in the air. A large amount of hot blood spewed out of his back. The skin of his whole body was cracked, and tens of thousands of slender blood filaments oozed out and tightly wrapped in layers. His left hand was weakly slanted by the heavenly magic sword.

He didn't want to stare at Lin Yinxue, intending to sacrifice the primordial spirit. Unexpectedly, he was imprisoned in the body by the spring silkworm silk and could not escape from the body. With the condensation of blood in his body, his body fell heavily into the chariot. He couldn't help but say in despair, "I didn't expect that my Ni Tiangao hero died in the hands of a woman!"

Lin Yinxue stared at Ni Tiangao's face carefully, and finally sighed, "I gave you a chance, but you only want what you will never get!" To borrow a sentence: You can't kill anyone except yourself!"

Ni Tiangao's body seemed to have frozen. He rose up his last power and shrilled, "There is another explanation for this sentence - no one can kill Ni except myself!" Yingtian's magic sword suddenly inserted into his body, and the Dan Rishen died.

Lin Yinxue stared at Ni Tiangao's body lying at his feet, and his expression on his face was suddenly happy and sad, and there was a faint tear in his eyes.

Sixteen years ago, when he first met her, it was the era of youth and blood. At that time, there were countless possibilities for life, but they withered one by one in the years and ambitions. The happiness that I once had for a short time is more fragile than crystal.

Looking back, there has always been no wind, rain or sunshine.

A cold wind blew, and Ni Tiangao's body seemed to be weathered and peeled off like sand and dust, floating in the wilderness, leaving no trace.

"Hung--" The Yingtian demon sword, which lost its owner, cracked into three sections, and the aura dissipated and dim, turning into a lifeless waste iron.

Lin Yinxue lowered her head silently and put the silver mask on her face again. Hearing the roar of the wind behind the chariot, Chu Tian, Luojia, Qinger, King An Tian and a group of surviving heads of the Northern Underworld also came here through the vortex.

Everyone is looking around, but the scene in front of them shocked everyone!