Coiling Dragon, I am different and detached

However, occasionally, a picture would flash through the mind of the Lord of Death.

This made the Lord of Death feel that something seemed to be wrong with him.

After leaving the Palace of the Lord God, the Lord of Death looked at everything in the Nether Mountain, and felt that it was somewhat different from the Nether Mountain in his memory.

The Lord of Death had long been accustomed to such a situation.

After all, even the rules of death in this world are not so clear, so what else is impossible?

Walking in the Nether Mountain, the Lord of Death came to the water mansion shrouded in thick fog without knowing it.

"Huh? When did a mansion appear here?"

The Lord of Death frowned.

In her memory, the Nether Mountain was her territory.

But she had no memory of this area.

"Huh, I want to see what tricks you are playing!"

With a sneer in her heart, the Lord of Death soon knew that this mansion must be related to the guy who broke into her Palace of the Lord God before.

Stepping into the fog, to the Lord of Death's surprise, the thick fog and the powerful soul attack she sensed in the fog did not attack her, but revealed a passage as she moved forward.

Following this passage, the Lord of Death soon saw this water palace.

"This, what a wonderful law..."

When he saw this water palace for the first time, the Lord of Death was deeply attracted by it.

This is the most essential attraction of the Great Perfection Law to the soul of living beings.

In an instant, the Lord of Death instantly changed his clone and replaced his water god clone with the main god's true body.

Slowly stepping onto the floating bridge, the Lord of Death's water god clone squatted on the floating bridge, stretched out his hand to touch the floating bridge, and came into close contact with the harmonious Great Perfection Law.

However, when the Lord of Death's hand touched the floating bridge, he suddenly felt that this scene seemed very familiar.

It was as if something like this had happened before.

"Boom!"

With this incident as a trigger, in an instant, all the memories that the Lord of Death had blocked before by Locke suddenly came to the Lord of Death's mind.

The surprise of meeting at the beginning, the hypothesis of great perfection...

The acquaintance and understanding for tens of millions of years, the wedding announced to the world...

The determination to give birth to a child for Locke, and the absolute trust she said to Locke in the main palace that day...

"Locke, Locke..."

The Lord of Death suddenly stood up from the floating bridge and called Locke's name.

But after calling a few times, the Lord of Death suddenly remembered that he seemed to have chased Locke away when he just opened his eyes.

"Huh..."

With a light breath of relief, the Lord of Death felt relieved.

As Locke's only confidant, how could the Lord of Death not know what Locke's original body meant to Locke?

She dared to be sure that if she really killed Locke's original body, she and Locke would never be able to go back to the past.

Now...

Looking up, the Lord of Death seemed to see through the space turbulence and looked at the water god plane.

Obviously, after recovering his memory, the Lord of Death also understood that his consciousness had not found Locke in the space turbulence before.

Locke's soul power was so strong that he could construct such a real illusion for himself, allowing him to re-understand the rules of death and eliminate the influence of the power of faith on himself. It was easy to block his consciousness.

Although Locke did not say it, how could the Lord of Death not know why Locke did this?

"Locke..."

"Since you have done this for me, if I still can't break through the great perfection, how can I have the face to see you in the future?"

After showing a smile at the corner of her mouth, the Lord of Death immediately returned to the main god palace to retreat.

She had to adjust her state thoroughly, and then, when she felt the most likely to break through, she would attract a large amount of faith power to assist herself, grasp the aura of the great perfection rule, and achieve the great perfection of the death rule!

Before that, she would not meet Locke first to avoid being distracted.

In this way, Locke didn't know that the memory of the Lord of Death had been restored, and the Lord of Death had returned to seclusion for cultivation. Locke and the Lord of Death separated and began their own cultivation.

...

Outside the Nether Mountain Range, Dennington looked up at the thunder chain that enveloped the entire Nether Mountain.

After knowing that Teacher Locke was the Lord God, Dennington didn't spend any energy at all, and he had already found out where Teacher Locke lived.

Nether Mountain!

And the magic battle formations trained by the Lord God's Legion in the Nether Mountain Range made Dennington confirm this.

After hesitating for a while, Dennington stepped into the Nether Mountain.

"Boom boom boom..."

After Dennington stepped into the barrier of the thunder chain, countless lightning struck Dennington.

But under the powerful willpower of Dennington, these thunders and lightnings were not even qualified to hurt him.

"Oh?"

The movement of the thunder chain outside the Nether Mountain could not be hidden from the Lord of Death.

Although the Lord of Death's true body is in seclusion to adjust her state, her water-based god clone is still in Locke's water palace.

"Someone can actually break through the attack of the thunder chain. Is he a great master, or a Lord God messenger with a material defense artifact?"

Lilia's consciousness radiated, and soon she found Dennington.

"Death rules, and will power..."

"Is this the Dennington that Locke told me about before?"

Lilia had seen Dennington before.

But that meeting was when the Lord of Death and Locke went to the Undead Realm to restore Dennington's memory.

At that time, Dennington was still a very weak undead creature.

In just a few hundred thousand years, Dennington has grown into the Great Perfection of Death Rules.

This talent, even with the token of the Supreme God of Death, the Black Magic Shirt, is worthy of Lilia's attention.

She and Dennington had no intersection. Now that Dennington came to the Netherworld Mountain, it was very likely to come to Locke, so she would meet Dennington in Locke's main god's residence.

At this moment, Lilia's consciousness radiated, and told Dennington the location of the Water Palace.

Following the guidance of the consciousness, Dennington came to the outside of the Water Palace shrouded in fog.

As soon as he stepped into the mist, Dennington discovered the soul attack in the mist.

Although such an attack was considered powerful for other gods, it was insignificant to Dennington.

However, what shocked Dennington was that the closer he got to the mansion, the more confusing the mist became.

If there was no willpower, it would probably take a lot of effort for Dennington to walk through the hundreds of meters of mist.

After stepping onto the floating bridge, Dennington was even more shocked.

Even with the protection of willpower, Dennington could still sense the pain coming from his soul.

It was as if this was directly connected to the soul, and even the willpower could not block it, and it was a pain bursting from the depths of the soul.

In addition, Dennington also felt that his perception of time seemed to be distorted, which aggravated the pain in his soul.

Dennington could feel that the closer he got to the mansion, the stronger the soul attack he suffered.

Just as Dennington was hesitating whether to continue forward, a cold voice sounded in Dennington's ears.

"Sorry, because Locke is not here, the fog in this water palace will attack the creatures that enter the water palace."

"However, this attack should not be a big deal for you who have the power of will."

Looking up, Dennington saw a red-haired girl in a green dress approaching with a fish basket and a fishing rod.

"Dennington meets the Lord God."

Seeing the red-haired girl, Dennington bowed slightly.

"Oh?"

Lilia raised her eyebrows: "How do you know I'm the Lord God?"

"Lord Lord God, you've said before that this is the residence of Teacher Locke."

"Although I wasn't born that early, I was able to find out that Teacher Locke married the Lord God of Death tens of millions of years ago, and the marriage certificate was hung in the sky of the underworld for a hundred years."

"The only person who can move freely in Teacher Locke's residence and call Teacher Locke by his name is probably Teacher Locke's wife."

"Hahaha, you little guy, you're quite interesting."

"From now on, just call me Master's Wife."

The Lord of Death chuckled and recognized Dennington, Locke's disciple.

"Are you here to find your teacher? Is there anything?"

"Your teacher is not here now, but as your Master's Wife, I think I can still provide you with some help on behalf of your teacher."

"No need."

Dennington shook his head.

This time, Dennington came to the Netherworld Mountain for two purposes.

First, the last time they met, Dennington hadn't thanked Teacher Locke properly.

His achievements today have a lot to do with the teachings of Mr. Locke before he came to the Holy Land.

He didn't understand many things at that time, but as his knowledge grew, he naturally knew how valuable the experience was.

In addition, after he was killed and the Black Magic Shirt was taken away, Mr. Locke asked the Lord of Death to restore his memory and gave him the Black Magic Shirt, a Supreme God token that was very valuable to the Lord God, so that he almost encountered no bottlenecks when practicing the rules of death.

At the same time, if it weren't for that death experience, Dennington also knew that his hope of achieving great perfection was almost zero.

As for the second purpose...

Dennington knew that there was no room for maneuver in this matter between him and Figueroa.

The majesty of the Lord God cannot be desecrated.

Even if he was a great perfection, it would not work.

"I came here not only to formally thank Mr. Locke, but also to tell Mr. Locke that I'm going to hell."

"The next time we meet, Figueroa and I will draw our swords against each other."

"So I came here to confess my sins to the teacher first."