After thousands of reincarnations and thousands of catastrophes, she was constantly devoured in the flames of hell, and then reborn in Nirvana. Those who follow me will prosper, those who go against me will perish!
Yang Ting put down her silky black hair, raised her chin proudly, raised the long sword in her hand in a beautiful arc, and pressed the gleaming tip of the sword against the opponent's throat.
"Aren't you dead?"
"He is dead," chuckled. "However, the Lord of Hell thought my sins were too serious and refused to accept me, so I came to you from the end of the six paths of hell and reincarnation!"
In the past, she could only cry alone. In this life, she is destined to stand at the top of the Ninth Five-Year Plan. In the past, she could only endure silently. She is destined to become a myth!
Sing! My Elona! Come down! The night the goddess was born!