"Okay, this is how the farce should end," the voice of Thousand Disasters and Doomsday came again.
“If nothing happens, please leave.
For the sake of the previous Demon Lord, the rules of this ghost realm will be broken for you once."
“One day, this gate will no longer be able to stop me,” Xu Zimo said calmly.
“When you reach my level, we will naturally have the opportunity to talk on an equal footing,” said Qian Calamity Doomsday.
 “But now, I look forward to the limit of your growth.”
 As his words came to an end, the surrounding black mist continued to dissipate.
 The gate disappeared at the end of Xu Zimo's sight.
Xu Zimo raised his head and looked at the sky like stagnant water.
 “The sky...is bright, but still dark.”
"Sir," several people from Baimen came over and asked.
 “I’m fine,” Xu Zimo waved his hand and asked Bai Meng and others to return to the mainland of China.
 It is not suitable for them to show up for the time being.
The spotted stones shone brightly, and Lan Canyin cautiously walked out of the room.
 He kept a distance from Xu Zimo and asked warily: "Are you okay?"
Xu Zimo turned to look at her and replied calmly: "Go and prepare the map."
“Are you really okay?” Lan Canyin said in shock.
“After all these years, someone has come out alive from the dark night.”
 “Do you think I’m in trouble?” Xu Zimo asked.
“What did you see in the gray mist?” Lan Canyin asked curiously.
 “Are you sure you want to know?” Xu Zimo asked.
Lan Canyin was silent for a moment and said silently: "I'll help you prepare the map."
She also understood in her heart that Xu Zimo's silence should be for her own good.
 It’s better not to know about this kind of thing.
 After all, there are many great horrors and great secrets that are taboo.
 Looking at Lan Canyin's leaving figure, Xie Changliu also walked out from the side.
 “Long stay,” Xu Zimo said.
"It seems that I am going to walk with you in this netherworld."
 “What’s wrong?” Xie Changliu said in surprise.
“It’s all for women,” Xu Zimo patted his shoulder and smiled lightly.
 Xie Changliu was a little confused, but he still followed Xu Zimo.
  The dark night that was so dark that I couldn't even see anything has gradually become clearer.
 The two of them walked out of the courtyard where the hall is located.
As soon as he stepped out of the door, Xu Zimo felt something was wrong.
 A desolate murderous aura struck without warning.
With my feet on the ground, the withered leaves of the ghost tree were blowing in the wind, spinning in the void.
 A leaf withered and flew over, passing through the void, and emerged from the sky.
 Xu Zimo turned slightly to avoid the leaf.
The leaves flew over the big tree next to it, and an old big tree was smoothly cut in half.
 “I don’t know which friend you are, don’t always hide your head and hide your tail,” Xie Changliu shouted softly.
 “It’s a formation,” Xu Zimo reminded.
“You deserve to die,” voices came from all around.
The voice was erratic, and a figure wearing a white mask appeared in the sight of the two people.
 He ​​held the sword in his left hand, and the tip of the sword passed over the ground. The ground cracked, and endless sword intent was floating away.
 And he himself has a stronger imperial power that is constantly circulating.
 The powerful force shattered the void around him.
“Since he is here to kill us, he is also wearing a mask. This behavior reminds me of that turtle with its shrunken head,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.
“Xuanwu, Xuanming, right?”
 As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the masked man opposite him exuding even stronger murderous intent.
Almost condensed into substance.
His sword intention is not necessarily stronger than Xie Changliu's, but it is because his level is higher.
 So it looks more vast.
“What’s your relationship with Xuan Ming?” Xu Zimo asked.
The masked man did not answer, but dragged his sword faster and faster, until finally he even started running.
His figure flashed in front of Xu Zimo's eyes, the blade of the long sword pointed upward and turned into a half circle.
 There was a cold light on the tip of the sword.
Xu Zimo took a step back, dodged the blow, and kicked his right foot upwards.
 Hit the man's sword-holding hand with a heavy kick.
Xie Changliu, who was standing next to him, instantly drew his sword and struck towards the masked man with his sword intent.
 When the two swords collided, there was only a "bang" sound, sparks flew everywhere, and endless cracks in the void appeared.
 But the masked man is still better.
　　Xie Changliu took several steps back, but the masked man refused to let him go and stepped forward again.
 His sword cut through several layers of the sky, and it was already difficult for Xie Changliu to resist.
The masked man stretched out his foot and kicked him away.
 His target was not Xie Changliu. He slowly turned his head to look at Xu Zimo.
 A very strong power gathered above the head.
It finally formed the shape of a basalt, but this basalt is a bit special because it is pure white with thin snowflakes floating around it.
 This is an ice basalt.
 The masked man pointed his sword at Xuanwu, and the power from it continued to surge toward his blade.
 As he waved his sword, pieces of snowflakes continued to wither and fall.
 “Insult Jiutian Shuangxuehan,” the masked man shouted softly.
The sword's blade was frozen for thousands of miles, and it went straight towards Xu Zimo.
 Xu Zimo's hands were shrouded in flames, the flames filled Ba Ying, and the blade turned red.
 The blending of ice and fire in the void.
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Swords crossed, the two looked around, and saw a bolt of lightning shooting out of the eyes in the mask.
Xu Zimo dodged sideways and heard the masked man's shout coming again.
“The river sky is filled with snow and clouds, and the sky is full of snow and clouds.
Thousands of snows and mountains leave no trace behind,
 At dusk, the sky is cold and thousands of swords are covered with snow.”
To be continued...