Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

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

Sun Hao looked at this scene with a horrified expression, a look of extreme horror in his eyes.

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

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

Hearing Sun Hao's words, Lin Yue's expression changed: "What are you hiding?"

"Hahahaha!" Sun Hao suddenly laughed loudly, "He is coming out, and we will all die, haha."

boom!

At this moment, the two words life and death in the air seemed to be attracted to each other and began to spin rapidly right above the pavilion.

Chirp!

The monster that hit the boat before let out a scream of fear and instantly sank to the bottom of the beard.

Immediately afterwards, a horrifying scene appeared.

I saw that the skeleton that had been pushed to the ground by the monk with the severed hand seemed to come to life and suddenly stood up. At the same time, with the skeleton as the center, the spiritual energy all around surged towards the skeleton.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, endless spiritual energy gathered on the humanoid skeleton, and only traces of flesh and blood emerged from the skeleton, covering the entire body of the skeleton in an instant.

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

The man has a resolute face, black hair like a waterfall, and strong muscles. On the man's chest, the word "Netherworld" is engraved.

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

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

Upon hearing this, the eighth-level Yuan Hua Stage monk had a stern look in his eyes and rushed towards the black-haired man who had his eyes tightly closed.

"go to hell!"

He made a fist with his right hand and punched the black-haired man hard on the head.

Everyone looked at this scene with nervous expressions. If this punch was effective, what awaited the black-haired man would be the end of his brain being shattered.

But just when the eighth-level Yuanhua Stage monk's hand was less than an inch away from the black-haired man's head, no matter how hard he tried, he could not move any further.

The eighth-level Yuan Hua Stage monk looked over and was horrified to find that his fist was actually held in the hand of the black-haired man.

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

"You want to kill me?"

Cold and ruthless words came out of the black-haired man's mouth.

"ah!"

Meeting the black-haired man's gaze, the eighth-level Yuanhua Stage monk let out a cry of terror and kept retreating.

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

Just as the eighth-level monk in the Yuan Hua Stage was despairing, the black-haired man's next words made him suddenly widen his eyes.

"who I am?"

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

The monk on the eighth floor of the Yuan Hua Period seemed to be frightened. Hearing the black-haired man's words, he did not answer, but looked at him in a daze with a horrified look on his face.

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

"If you don't tell me, then you will die."

As soon as the word "death" was spoken, a terrifying coercion emanated from the man in black, instantly forcing the eighth-level Yuan Hua Stage monk to his knees.

Then the black-haired man raised his right hand, turned his fist into a palm, and slapped the eighth-level Yuanhua Stage monk.

boom!

A dull sound sounded, and the body of the mighty Yuanhua Stage eighth-level monk was shattered into pieces, instantly exploding into a mist of blood.

In the distance, a group of monks saw this scene. They were frightened and some of them even vomited on the side.

Zhang Yifeng looked intently at the black-haired man in Huxin Pavilion, frowning.

After the sudden change just now, although the black-haired man had flesh and blood and looked no different from a normal person, he had a feeling in his heart that the black-haired man was not a human being.

In other words, the black-haired man is not a living person!

From the black-haired man, he felt a strong aura of death. He had only seen this aura on the dead and undead skeletons.

But from the appearance of the black-haired man, he was neither an undead nor a skeleton, but there was real death energy on his body, and the intensity of the death energy made him feel very frightened.

In the pavilion in the center of the lake, the black-haired man turned around, looked at the thin monk lying in front of the stone table, and said in an indifferent voice: "Who am I?"

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

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

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

The word Nether seemed to have endless magic power, causing the black-haired man to fall into deep contemplation for a long time.

After a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a captivating edge burst out from his eyes.

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

As the black-haired man finished speaking, a scornful aura burst out from him, and there was a glint in the black-haired man's eyes.

"Where is Youruo?" The Netherworld Demon Lord looked at the thin monk and asked.

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

Hearing the words of the thin monk, the Nether 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 in front of the stone table, swallowed his saliva, and whispered: "S-Sir, is your junior sister her?"

The Nether Demon Lord suddenly looked around. When he saw the skeleton sitting on the stone table, his whole body was shaken, and indescribable sadness burst out from his eyes.

"You Ruo!"

The Nether Demon Lord walked to the skeleton and held the skeleton in his arms. A line of blood and tears flowed from his eyes.

"Did you kill her?"

The Nether Demon Lord suddenly turned around and stared at the thin monk with his cold eyes like the Nine Netherworld. The murderous intention is awe-inspiring.

The skinny monk's expression changed drastically, and he immediately shook his head: "No, it's not me... Poof!"

However, as soon as he explained, his chest collapsed, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes lost their sparkle.

"Where are the Netherworld Guards?" The Netherworld Demon King's furious voice rang out.

As his words fell, the seven black-armored warriors who were originally standing on the lake suddenly rose into the air and knelt down towards the Netherworld Demon Lord in the void.