In the previous life, Wei Shengsheng tried to kill the gods, and finally died together with Rong Yingshuang.
The demon king who was resurrected from the dead gained the power of sacrifice and returned to time and space.
At this time, the villain who summoned him to the mortal world gently stroked his face: "Weisheng Shi, you are my most perfect creation."
Wei Shengshang drained his soul on the spot.
The gods in snow-haired and white clothes were entrusted by Zhengdao and came to kill evil with their swords.
But he saw the beauty in red clothes elegantly wipe away the blood, and cut out Rong Yingshuang's hair with a sword: "Long time no see."
Within the world-destroying barrier, the Demon King's sword was still dripping blood.
He walked towards the gods step by step, with one sword shaking the ages, and one thought shaking life and death.
The weak blade cut away the laws of the gods.
The demon king who successfully killed the gods did not bring about a new world order. He stole the last power of the gods and became anonymous in the mortal world where his enemies were everywhere. He was ready to do one more big thing and run away.
The escape plan went smoothly, and so did the sacrifice.
The Demon Lord plays the elegy that has not changed for thousands of years, and his soul is getting weaker and weaker, appeasing the resentment of the undead.
The desolate home and country are reborn, and spring comes to the dead.
As the elegy comes to an end, there is a faint halo of light that shines brightly in the eternal night.
The god with snow hair and white clothes came on the moon and gently wiped the blood from the devil's face.
Intention: No one can be relied on unless you are useful. No matter how hard it is, you can only overcome it by yourself.
