The black death wrapped around Tang Tian tightly, and Tang Tian could clearly feel the power coming from the dead line, as well as the creepy feeling of erosion, as if countless bugs were desperately rushing into his body. drill.
The power of the dead line is so great that Tang Tian's bones feel like they are about to be strangled.
The scythe condensed from the extremely strong death energy exudes a strong breath of death, as if it is a death sickle specially designed to harvest life. Wang Ou's strength is far inferior to the God of Death. In order to swing this knife, he needs to sacrifice an arm.
The lifeless aura of the broken-armed Wang Ou quickly faded away, dimmed and disappeared like smoke.
Desperate blow
Tang Tian's ice-cold mind remained calm, his eyes were like red-hot irons, exuding a palpitating aura.
Time seemed to stand still.
The turbulent red light continuously radiated from the demon, like a hot flame. The flesh and blood in Tang Tian's body was burning silently, the red light was like a steel-making furnace, and the flesh and blood were like furnace materials, constantly burning and reorganizing.
Wonderful changes took place within Tang Tian's body at an astonishing speed.
The death energy that had penetrated into Tang Tian's body dissipated invisible as soon as it was washed by the red light.
An indescribable power quietly took shape in the flesh and blood that had been reconstructed from itself. The source force is formed by burning and sublimating the power of flesh and blood. Tang Tian's power is also formed through layers of transmission and superposition between flesh and blood. This speed is as fast as lightning, but it still needs a process of gathering and forming.
But now it's different, Tang Tian feels like there is a majestic sea in his body, and he can hear the majestic sea-like power silently neighing in his body by waving it at will.
It is like the sea is surging, no, it is a burning sea, majestic and restless, a small movement can trigger a tsunami.
Is this the true meaning of the Fist of Rage
Tang Tian's icy mind finally showed a wave of fluctuation. Suddenly, a gleam of understanding rose in his heart. Could it be that the Six Seals of the Heavenly Demon are not a martial skill for fighting at all, but for tempering the body
This thought flashed through his mind, but this was not the time to think about it.
There was no gesture, the ocean of power in his body roared loudly, Tang Tian's eyes lit up with a dazzling red light, his outstretched arms did not move, but the power in his waist and abdomen suddenly exploded, and his body spun violently.
The tight dead line was extremely tough, and amazing power came from the dead line, and the body of the death puppet was immediately brought out of balance by this huge force.
They only felt their bodies lighten up, and they subconsciously clung to the dead line.
The four dead Wang puppets were directly kicked up by Tang Tian.
boom!
A death puppet that was swung flying, like a swinging hammer, hit the puppet's sickle.
hiss!
This incomparably tough death puppet was easily cut in half. The death puppet that was cut in half did not shed a single drop of blood. The black sickle seemed to have had a full meal and became thicker and darker as it continued to fly towards Tang Tian.
Tang Tian's heart trembled, his spinning figure didn't stop at all, but his toes tapped lightly on the ground.
boom!
The ground under his feet shattered suddenly, and the spinning Tang Tian, as if sliding on the ice, slid a few feet to the side strangely.
hiss!
Another death puppet was photographed on the puppet's sickle, and the death puppet was cut in half like paper paste. The Wang Puppet's sickle continuously sucked the dead energy of the two Wang Puppets, and became as thick as ink, with a strange metallic luster.
It turned a strange arc in the air, and with a shrill scream, it continued to shoot towards Tang Tian.
Tang Tian did not expect that this scythe was so weird.
Almost without thinking, he tapped his toes again, spinning at a high speed, and his figure slipped again.
In mid-air, his hands suddenly reached forward, his palms were like lightning, grabbing the throats of the two Death Puppets, and with a click, the necks of the Death Puppets were shattered. But the Death Wang Puppet was like two immortal xiaoqiangs. Although their necks were broken, they still attacked Tang Tian with hands and feet.
A warning sign suddenly appeared in Tang Tian's heart.
Without even thinking about it, he grabbed the palms of the two death dolls and shook them violently, and the two dolls flew outward.
Boom!
They exploded into two groups of black mist in the air. The strange thing is that the two groups of mist condensed and did not disperse, wriggling like living creatures, which was indescribably terrifying.
Phew, the sickle rushed towards it like a shark smelling fishy, passing through the two clouds of black mist. The two clouds of black mist disappeared in an instant, leaving nothing behind. The black sickle stopped at this moment, it quietly floated in mid-air, and completely changed its appearance, with a broad blade and twisted and hideous human faces, arranged from small to large. The blade of the sickle is even more frightening, it is a row of sharp teeth, and there are still bloodshots on it. What does not match the wide blade at all is its slender handle, which makes one suspect that it will break with a little force.
In the dark, He Xin's vision was bright red, and two lines of bright red blood snaked down from his eyes. Big streams of blood gushed out from his mouth, nose and ears.
A weird smile appeared on his face.
[Scythe of Death God]!
I didn't expect to be able to use this trick before I died.
He Xin laughed loudly, at this point, it was impossible for him to survive. But his heart was full of fanaticism, his expression was crazy, all the dead energy of five death king puppets in a row, and four-fifths of their mature and complete law planes were burned, and finally created this move. The law of death puppet is the undisputed ultimate ultimate move, and it is also one of the strongest killing moves in the entire law of death system.
It's perfect.
You can die in peace, you ants...
It's really lucky to be able to die under this trick.
How lucky I was to be able to die in front of this move.
Ha ha ha ha…
Laughing crazily, he doesn't hide his figure at all, his whole life of hard work and exploration, his whole life of darkness, his whole life of stubbornness and extremes, he treats human life like nothing. At this moment, he has finally stepped out of a life that he has never thought clearly about. Dare to take a step.
All things return to death, the ants in his eyes are like this, so is he, he is just a particle in the world, his heart is towards the eternal darkness, that is his way back, that is the source of life.
Burn my remnant body and return to the lonely land.
With the blood constantly oozing out from his body, suddenly small black flames rose from the blood beads, and his mad face returned to calm. At this moment, he was indescribably peaceful.
He wants to embrace death, the greatest and eternal destination in the world.
The black fire devoured his body.
This scene happened extremely fast, so fast that everyone just heard the crazy laughter, and before they had time to react, He Xin was already engulfed in flames. He Xin's body melted like ice in the black flames, and he always had a calm and peaceful smile on his face.
Such a weird scene made everyone's hair stand on end.
The black fire ball quietly suspended in the air, wriggling like a living thing, suddenly, it turned into a black flame, and plunged into the death sickle.
The scythe remained motionless.
At this moment, on the slender long rod, a palm grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and when it reached the elbow joint, it stopped.
In mid-air, a solitary arm was holding the death scythe.
The severed arm was not thick, on the contrary, it was a little thin, with pale skin, and its slender five fingers firmly grasped the long handle of the sickle.
hiss!
There was a neat sound of air-conditioning around, and everyone looked at this scene with pale faces.
The solitary broken arm was holding a sickle, as if it had just been cut off from a person, and there was still sticky blood flowing from the cut. The face of the soul on the knife was distorted, and there were faint wailings, no matter how tightly the ears were blocked, there was no way to stop these sounds. Rows of sharp teeth on the edge of the blade are slowly sliding, like a hungry beast, a little impatient.
Tang Tian's expression finally changed.
He could feel that when the severed arm grew, the death breath of the sickle, which was so strong that it almost choked his nose, suddenly disappeared without a trace.
If he hadn't seen the severed arm and sickle with his own eyes, he wouldn't have noticed anything here.
In his mind, the heavenly demon, who had always been majestic and indifferent, also felt a huge threat at this moment.
Xu Xiangdong, who was in the distance, watched silently, chewing the bitter fruit in his mouth, and the bitter juice like ink became more and more bitter.
Uncle He...
He was silent, just now he could make a move, but he didn't. Uncle He has become the public enemy of everyone, the mortal enemy of the entire East Immortal City. If he stands up, the entire Xu family will become the enemy of everyone.
He can't do that.
Watching Uncle He burn the face of the law, watching Uncle He burn himself, and watching Death hold the sickle in his hand.
He knew what it was, it was the arm of the god of death, Uncle He finally burned himself, and finally got a glimpse of the figure behind the gate of [Hell]. Although it is only an arm, the arm of the god of death, although incomplete, still represents a higher level of power.
Ghostface is dead.
He didn't have much hatred in his heart, and he felt that it was meaningless to hate a dying person.
But…
A blurry picture of many years ago flashed before his eyes, the toddler shouting to Uncle He with a milky voice, and in the light and shadow of his youth, there was always the smiling figure who was always hugging him.
When he was twelve years old, Uncle He left.
Twenty years later, Uncle He, who had killed countless people, returned with countless blood and wronged souls, and came back with a vicious name of treating human life like nothing, hiding his name and becoming the smiling Uncle He again.
His devil, my angel.
I can't make a move...
Xu Xiangdong raised his face, two lines of hot tears rolled down his cheeks, mixing with the dark bitter juice.
After a while, he wiped away his tears, ignoring the fact that his face was stained with black bitter juice, his gaze became fierce and ruthless, and his expression returned to calm and calm. He didn't even glance at the grimacing figure below, it was already a dead person.
Can't let Uncle He's sacrifice be meaningless.
Zicuckoo City!
He wants to take Zijuan City before everyone else.
Taking Zijuan City and a large number of prisoners will bring the Xu family to a higher level. In his eyes, the Zicuckoo City without grimaces is like an undefended beauty, so alluring.
His eyes suddenly became hot.