From that day on, there was a breath of light in the mass grave that was left unattended.

Unwillingness, resentment, anger, and all kinds of emotions are intertwined, and they are getting heavier and heavier...

The grave began to grow and grow bigger, and when the internal power accumulated to the extreme, it finally broke out completely that day.

A bone claw poked out from the grave, opened the grave, and a snow-white skeleton rushed out, and the soul fire in his eyes was faint.

That is the remains of the god of death.

At the most desperate moment in his life, no one saved him, no god responded to him, and only death was to welcome him.

But after his death, he met a fool, and in the extreme unwillingness, he finally received a response from the devil.

He embraced death and became the god who controlled life and death. When the flame of revenge was ignited, only blood could extinguish it.

The god of death stepped out of the tomb, with a loud roar, and all the demon corpses stood up.

We are born in death, arise from the dark world, and come for life!

In the tomb, his remaining flesh and blood combined with the broken burial monument grew wildly and turned into an immortal demon tree.

The sea of ​​undead was born.

The god of death, with anger, led his endless army of undead to break into Daxia, found the bloody mercenary group that had committed violence, and used the most cruel means to kill them one by one, even killing all their relatives.

,Friends, kills...Nine clans!

Even the two adventurers who ran away back then were not spared.

The right and wrong of going to the horse.

No matter how evil I am, have the demons ever been to those mercenaries?

I only do what I want to do.

And what I want to do most is to give them ultimate death!

The war between the dead is still recorded in Daxia.

After that war, he also became the god of death loyal to the fool.

But the person I miss and the person I am ashamed can never come back...

Yan Shiba kept hiding, and in his mind, the memories of the god of death kept passing by...

And he finally saw the black monument.

It is nine meters high and three meters long and wide. The body of the monument is broken, defective, cracked, and severe weathering marks on the surface.

The body of the stele is engraved with dense inscriptions. I don’t know what it means, but it looks like a name, or more like a record and a wish.

As time goes by, these inscriptions are blurred due to the wear and tear of time.

And this burial monument is the product of the mass grave, and its source cannot be traced back.

It is precisely because of this monument that the God of Death has achieved today. It is the core of the Immortal Demon Tree. The chains that lock the endless undead also come from this monument.

Without any hesitation, Yan Shiba rushed straight to the burial monument and pressed his hands heavily on the burial monument.

But how could the God of Death let him succeed?

The soul came to the back of the burial monument and pressed it on it. The two wrestled with each other and collided wildly!

The eyes of Death were full of madness: "Don't think about it! Don't take this opportunity away from me!"

"This world is awful. If possible, I want death to spread throughout every corner of this world!"

"Hope? Change? Reshape? Go and step on the horse! I deeply hate this world, it's better if all die!"

"But I can't, because Lord Fool said no to me, and he still hopes that the world will change and work hard for it."

"He can seal the tyranny and hatred in his heart with a mirror, so can I."

"My life has been a fool since the day I climbed out of the grave. I will do whatever he asked me to do. Even if I let me die for him again, I will be willing!"

"Win me? Why do you win me? Have you experienced all the pain I have experienced?"

But Yan Shiba gritted his teeth and pushed forward desperately. His forehead was full of blue veins and he roared in a low voice:

"You are not the only one in this world who has experienced suffering!"

"People who have experienced it always want to hold an umbrella for later generations, and do not want later generations to experience everything they have experienced!"

"This has never changed whether it is when the fool is in the Hell God or when he is in the Demon Realm!"

"Destruction is just escape, change is the only one. We are all looking for a way out for this era, but the way is different. You may not understand this principle!"

"But... you have completed your revenge, my journey has just begun. This burial monument is too wasteful in your hands, and this ability should not be used like this!"

"Take it to you!"

The god of death stared: "I'm gonna have a lot of faces, you?"

"This burial monument is my burial object. You have robbed you of the burial objects? Have you ever thought I was your boss?"

Yan Shiba shook his head: "No! After all, I came to rebel."

"You said this burial monument is your burial object? Is your name written on it?"

"Of course I wrote it! Haven't you read so many words on it? There's always a name for me, right?"

"Take 78 and you, this is the first time I have seen a guy with a thicker face than Ren Jie!"

"Hey? Do you dare to say that? Believe it or not, I will tell Ren Jie if I turn around?"

The two of them squirted and fought against each other, and neither of them allowed anyone to let go.

At this moment, Dingdang, Tongque and the others were all a little anxious when they were fighting wildly outside.

Is Yan Shiba OK? Why haven’t he moved for so long? Could it be that he really died?

But at this moment, the tomb under the Immortal Demon Tree began to shake wildly.

The tomb was cracking, and thick white smoke emerged from the winding cracks, like rolling wolf smoke.

Justice and temperance saw this scene and their eyes were straightened.

"I'm thrown~ OK? There's smoke coming from the grave? It seems that the God of Death not only won the boy this time, but also gained something?"

"Not right? Isn't it usually the ancestral tombs that are emitting green smoke? This is the tomb of the God of Death, not his ancestral tomb. Is there a character under his command? Damn... Could it be Yan Shiba?"

The golden-winged big roll beside him leaned on his chin and said seriously: "Do you think there is a possibility that the god of death is smoking in his own grave?"

For a moment, everyone's eyes were all focused on the Golden-winged Roc.

"Smoking your sister's cigarette? There is no such possibility!"

Golden-winged Dapeng: "That's just perming the head! It's because it's so hot..."

Everyone:...

Is this stupid bird no more helpful?

In the blood-colored sea of ​​undead, the god of death was furiously wrestling. Yan Shiba was shocked to find that the cracks on the burial monument continued to grow under this pressure, and all the inscriptions on it burst out with rich blood.

The next second, with a "boom", the burial monument exploded and turned into endless fragments, with blood-colored inscriptions flying all over the sky.

The two men who suddenly lost their strength directly hit each other with each other, almost kissing each other with each other.

grim Reaper:!!!

"You are trampling on the horse, and I have broken all my funeral belongings? You pay me! I pay me!"

But then, the blood-colored inscriptions and fragments of the burial monument rushed towards Yan Shiba's soul.

All of them were injected into his body, and the flashing inscriptions also floated on the surface of his skin, as if at this moment, Yan Shiba became the burial monument itself.

Death was full of question marks, and he jumped straight into an anxious way:

"No...why? Why?"
Chapter completed!