Chapter 1822

"I see..."

Su Xueer stretched out her hand and was about to take over the scythe from the red swan's hand, but suddenly stopped.

She simply put her arms around the red Swan and the sickle in the other.

"Red Swan With the power of my time and space, we will give him the sickle together

"Why?" Red Swan holding a sickle, puzzled.

Su xue'er said: "I happen to use the sickle of death to pass all the power of death to him; in addition, when we hand out the sickle together, you can see him in a moment."

Red Swan became nervous.

"Come on Don't be afraid. "

Su xue'er holds the scythe of death and hands it to the void together with red swan.

There was an infinite flame of death rising from her, and she was completely submerged in the scythe.

What she inherited was the power of death from the Lord of glory, which was completely transmitted.

Su Xueer quickly recites the mantra.

Gradually, there are layers of time, the shadow of the river quietly came, constantly around her body, forming a gulf stream.

The turbulent water of time flows back into a translucent waterfall wall.

On this side of the wall are su Xueer and Chihu.

On the other side of the wall, the shadow of Gu Qingshan appeared.

"See?" Su Xueer asked.

Red Swan nodded and couldn't help saying, "can we talk to him?"

Su xue'er said: "no way, across time and space, unable to communicate, can only see him."

Red Swan slightly lost.

At this time, Su Xueer seemed to be aware of something, and whispered: "open!"

she grasped the red swan's hand and put the sickle of death into the water wall of backward time.

This moment.

All the water was no longer muddy, and the figure of the man opposite the water wall became clear.

Gu Qingshan.

At such a rare moment, he mobilized all living beings to align with the mystery and change back to his original appearance.

He smiles and looks at the two girls gently.

Su Xueer's eyes were red and she wanted to say something, but she held back.

She pinched the hand of red swan, and made a slight gesture.

It's time to let go.

-- release your hand, and the sickle of death will arrive at Gu Qingshan.

This is the end of it.

Red Swan eyes do not blink at Gu Qingshan, do not give up several times, or helpless.

She bit her teeth and was ready to let go of her hand --

GU Qingshan suddenly took a step forward and looked down at her.

He was close to the current, compared with the mouth, silently said a word.

Red Hu stares at Gu Qingshan.

Although she couldn't hear what he said, she could see what he was trying to say.

She wiped the tears off her face and burst into a smile.

"I believe it!"

She spoke in silence, pushing the sickle of death forward --

boom!

The wall collapsed, and all the time, the water was roaring away.

The scythe of death disappeared with Gu Qingshan, as if it had never appeared.

……

The light and shadow of the past era dissipated.

The demarcation sword was suspended on Gu Qingshan's side and said, "you have a link with the past times, and you also brought something here, so the time flow here has been completely disordered, and you can't see what happened in the past."

Gu Qingshan was silent for a moment and said, "it doesn't matter. I have no regrets."

He reached out his hand and gently grasped the long handled dark sickle, which radiated the flame of endless death.

All the dark flames ran down his hands and into his body.

At this moment, Gu Qingshan hesitated.

If you take back the power of death, you will return to the position of God of death, which will shake the whole world.

So in the end, do you want to hide your identity and plot everything secretly, or become a God directly?

He was lost in thought.

In a moment.

He shook his head and said with a smile, "it's the time to see the real chapter clearly. Why do you have to play tricks?"

The huge corpse's gone.

Those who look down on the world are also helping themselves.

None of our enemies can be easily defeated.

At this time, if we don't gain powerful strength to fight, do we still want to wait for the future?

An invisible momentum rose from Gu Qingshan.

Listen to him recite the mantra in a low voice: "death is a dream, and when you fall into it, you fall into eternal sleep. The servants of the Lord of the law of death should return to the source of the law again, and be the messenger of me and the river of death."

Hoo -

the sickle once again ignited a huge flame, and finally condensed into a dark bird.

In ancient times, it was called out by red swan, and because of rod's fighting needs, it became a sickle of death.Now it's time to return to the river of death.

The dark bird saluted Gu Qingshan slightly, turned into a black light and flashed away, and quickly came to the top of the river of death.

It turned into a thick dark fog and gradually sank into the river of death.

It's quiet all around.

The whole world gradually fell into a strange silence.

Gu Qingshan stood still, but saw dozens of lights flying from the direction of the reincarnation hall.

Those gods in the hall of merit!

They fell around Gu Qingshan, quickly took out all kinds of magic tools, and began to set up the dojo.

The ghost official who was in charge of his promotion came up and said with a complex complexion: "I can't imagine that you were originally the God of the river of death. Now the yellow spring and the river of death are about to resonate. We will do our best to help you enhance this resonance, so that your promotion can proceed smoothly."

Gu Qingshan slightly nodded his head and said, "thank you for your hard work."

"You're welcome. This is our priesthood. We should have done these things for the ghost people. I'll tell you something to pay attention to."

The official repeated what he said last time. It was nothing more than that the magic skill of huangquan would be born at the time of the interaction between heaven and man. He must communicate with the origin of huangquan with his own will.

Gu Qingshan listened carefully, and suddenly he felt a wonderful feeling gradually generated around him.

It was as if the whole world was watching him and breathing with him.

The official whispered, "it's about to start! Finally, I will tell you that there is only one forgetting River in the yellow spring. The gods who forget the river are also wary and covetous of the river of death. You can see what to do. "

Then he backed away.

Gu Qingshan was thoughtful.

The next moment, lines of scarlet letters appear:

"you have the power of death from the light of darkness, and you have the protection of the river of death."

"You get the common bonus of the yellow spring and the river of death."

"From ancient times, you have been the guide to the end of all beings, the guide to the world of sleep, and the master of the river of death."

"You are death!"

"You naturally have countless merits and virtues. From this moment on, you will be promoted to the God of the dead river."

When Gu Qingshan looked up, he saw that the merit calculator on his head flashed for a moment, turning into a dark light tens of meters high, like a dark sun falling quietly behind him.

"Why not show the numbers?" Asked Gu Qingshan.

"Your honor is of great merit." The merit calculator responded.

"Hide it. You're too easy for me." Gu Qingshan road.

"Yes."

A dark sun gradually disappeared into the void.

Gu Qingshan felt something and looked in the direction of the river of death.

I saw the river of death surging, water surging, and gradually formed a confrontation with forgetting the river.

In forgetting the river, many deities flew out one after another and gathered around to check the situation.

Gu Qingshan's heart moved and he said:

"forgetting Sichuan is the place of reincarnation, and the dead river is the place of sleeping, which should not be blended."

The voice dropped and the river of death began to vibrate violently, as if there was life.

"Go, I belong to hell, so you go to hell and re manifest as a river at the bottom of the eighteen hells."

"Those who have redeemed their sins and are unwilling to reincarnate can fall into eternal sleep in the river of death."

The dark river suddenly goes against the current, shuttling through the river like a river dragon, and finally comes to the intersection of forgetting River and tieweishan mountain.

It's gone.

It is no longer the same as the great river in the yellow spring.

After that, the river of death will belong only to hell.

Gu Qingshan stood in the same place, only to feel that there was a dim yellow light around him.

A line of scarlet letters appeared before his eyes:

"you have become the God of the netherworld."

"The world of netherworld will generate a magic skill of the netherworld because of your induction."

"Start now!"

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