On the shore, everyone looked at the white "death" and the black "life" floating in the air, and their faces became solemn.

Sun Hao looked at the scene with a look of horror, with an extremely frightened look in his eyes.

"Xiao Hao, what's wrong?" Lin Yue asked in a deep voice when he noticed Sun Hao's expression.

Sun Hao looked at the word "life and death" in the air with panic expression, and murmured: "Life and death appear, the Demon Lord comes out, it's over, everything is over."

Hearing Sun Hao's words, Lin Yue's face changed: "What did you hide?"

"Hahahaha!" Sun Hao suddenly burst into laughter, "When he is coming out, we will all die, haha."

boom!

At this moment, the words "life and death" in the sky seemed to attract each other and began to spin rapidly directly above the pavilion.

Chiu!

The monster that had hit the boat before let out a scream of fear and instantly sank into the bottom of the Hu.

Immediately afterwards, a shocking scene appeared.

I saw that the skeleton that was originally pushed to the ground by the broken-handed monk before seemed to have come alive and suddenly stood up. At the same time, with the skeleton as the center, the surrounding spiritual energy rushed towards the skeleton.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, endless spiritual energy gathered on the human-shaped skeleton, and a trace of blood and flesh appeared from the skeleton, covering the entire body of the skeleton in an instant.

The spiritual energy dissipated, and a strong and majestic man appeared in everyone's sight.

The man has a strong face, black hair is like a waterfall, and his muscles are vigorous. The word "四" is engraved on the man's chest.

Everyone looked at this scene with horror. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, it would be hard for them to imagine that the man's body had been a skeleton before.

"Kill him quickly!" Sun Hao shouted in horror on the shore.

When the eighth level monk in the Yuanhua stage heard this, a sharp look appeared in his eyes and rushed towards the black-haired man with his eyes closed.

"Go to die!"

He punched the black-haired man hard on the head with one punch.

Everyone looked at this scene with a nervous look on their faces. If this punch was blown away, what was waiting for the black-haired man would have been the end of brain fracture.

But when the hand of the eighth-level monk in the Yuanhua stage was less than an inch away from the black-haired man's head, no matter how hard he tried, he could never move forward.

When the monk at the eighth level of Yuanhua stage looked at him, he was shocked to find that his fist was actually held in his hand by a black-haired man.

At the same time, the black-haired man's eyelids raised, and then he suddenly opened his eyes.

"You want to kill me?"

The cold and ruthless words were spoken out from the black-haired man.

"ah!"

Meeting the black-haired man's gaze, the eighth-level monk in Yuanhua stage let out a terrifying cry, and his body kept retreating.

He looked at the black-haired man, as if he was looking at an extremely terrifying ancient beast.

Just as the eighth-level monk in the Yuanhua stage was desperate, the black-haired man's next words made him widen his eyes.

"who I am?"

The black-haired man seemed to have forgotten his identity, with a deep look of doubt in his eyes.

The monk at the eighth level of Yuanhua stage seemed to be jealous. When he heard the black-haired man's words, he did not answer, but looked at the other party in a daze with horror.

His behavior aroused the dissatisfaction of the black-haired man. The black-haired man suddenly frowned and the cold voice sounded again.

"If you don't say it, then die."

As soon as the word "death" was released, a terrifying pressure emanated from the man in black, instantly pressing the eighth-level monk of the Yuanhua stage to kneel on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the black-haired man raised his right hand, turned his fist into a palm, and patted the monk at the eighth level of the Yuanhua stage.

Bang!

A dull sound rang out, and the majestic and majestic Yuanhua stage cultivator's body shattered and instantly burst into blood mist.

In the distance, when a group of monks saw this scene, they were afraid and even vomited from the side.

Zhang Yifengding looked at the black-haired man in Huxin Pavilion with a firm eyebrow frowned.

After a sudden change just now, although the black-haired man was flesh and blood and looked not much different from a normal person, he had a feeling in his heart that the black-haired man was not a human being.

Or, a black-haired man is not a living person!

From the black-haired man, he felt a strong sense of death. This kind of aura he had only seen in the dead and the undead.

But from the appearance of the black-haired man, he was neither a dead soul nor a skeleton, but there was a dead energy on his body, and the intensity of the dead energy made him very shocked.

At Huxin Pavilion, the black-haired man turned around and looked at the thin monk who was lying in front of the stone table. He said in a quiet voice: "Who am I?"

When the thin monk heard this, his face turned pale in an instant. He had no idea who the terrifying man in front of him was.

Suddenly, he saw the words on the black-haired man's chest, thoughts in his mind, and said loudly: "Youming, you are Youming!"

Hearing the word "后后", the black-haired man suddenly stopped and muttered to himself: "后后后后后后后..."

The word "Nether" seems to have endless magic, which makes the black-haired man fall into long-term contemplation.

After a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp edge shot out from his eyes.

"I... remembered, my name is Youming, I am Youming Demon Lord!"

As the black-haired man finished speaking, a momentum of looking down on the world burst out from him, and a hint of spirit appeared in the black-haired man's eyes.

"Where is Youruo?" asked the Demon Lord of the Netherworld, looking at the thin monk.

The thin monk was stunned for a moment and asked with a sad face: "Who is Youruo?"

Hearing the thin monk's words, the Netherworld Demon Lord suddenly fell into silence.

After a long time, he sighed and said softly: "She is my junior sister."

The thin monk pointed to a skeleton sitting at the stone table, swallowed his saliva, and whispered: "Big, sir, your junior sister, is it her?"

The Netherworld Demon Lord looked at him suddenly, and when he saw the bone sitting on the stone table, his whole body was shaking violently, and his eyes burst into indescribable sadness.

"Youruo!"

The Netherworld Demon Lord walked to the bones and hugged them in his arms. A line of blood and tears flowed out of his eyes.

"You killed her?"

The Netherworld Demon Lord turned around suddenly, staring at the thin cultivator with a cold look like Nine Netherworlds. He was so murderous.

The thin monk's face changed drastically, and he immediately shook his head: "No, it's not me...puff!"

However, as soon as he explained, his chest collapsed and spit out a mouthful of blood, without any brilliance in his eyes.

"Where is the Netherworld Guard?" The Netherworld Demon Lord's angrily voice rang.

As he finished speaking, seven black-armored warriors who were originally standing on the lake suddenly rose into the air and knelt down in the void towards the Netherworld Demon Lord.
Chapter completed!