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Death walked by her side, stepping on the rich black clouds.

He walked very slowly, but he was like the wind. He saw it in front of him, but he instantly reached his face.

Seeing that he was about to walk to the car, Yang Zimei didn't care about anything anymore, so he held up the small iron tower and hit him.

No matter how powerful the Moye Sword is, it is just a human refining weapon.

But the small iron tower is different. Since getting it, Yang Zimei always feels that it is not a thing in the world, but a real magical tool.

The god of death did not turn around, but suddenly bent his elbow and cut his sickle towards the small iron tower.

Clash!

A sharp metal impact sounded, and a red and black light surged out between the sickle and the small iron tower, tearing the black sky...

Yang Zimei's mouth was slightly shaking, and was frightened by the sudden light and took a step back.

The god of death seemed to be surprised, and hummed a "Huh" from his nose, and turned around...

As he turned around, the hair that had originally covered his other half of his face also raised up...

Seeing that half of the face, Yang Zimei was shocked again.

The half of the face before was exactly the same as Xuehu, so handsome that it was without any flaws.

However, the other half of the face was like Shura. In addition to being ink black, it was also rotten, and you could even vaguely see disgusting insects crawling on it.

The eyes here are different from the one just now, with no pupils, only red.

It is as if all the blood in the world is gathered in it, which is shocking.

Isn't it really snow lake?

Yang Zimei stared at the half-angel and half-demon face of the God of Death...

Her heart was a little panicked.

This panic does not come from the horror of the face of the God of Death, but the fear that the God of Death is the heavenly disaster of Xuehu.

The god of death ignored her shock, picked up the sickle in her hand again, and picked it on the small iron tower in her hand...

The red light of the small iron tower suddenly appeared, and the entire volume quickly grew larger, so large that it was almost the same size as Yang Zimei, as if it was spiritual, facing the challenge of the sickle.

Another black and red light surged into the sky, and then it exploded on the sky like fireworks. The tiny fire lights scattered everywhere, looking beautiful and dazzling, but also thrilling.

Of course, the eight bodyguards following behind could not see Yang Zimei coming on the black clouds. They only saw the small iron tower in her hand getting bigger, and finally a strange light shot into the sky.

Of course, they also felt that the atmosphere around them was very different, as if they were standing on the slaughter field...

They would not frown in front of strong enemies, and they unconsciously hugged their arms, causing the sudden bulge of goose bumps to fade away.

They really don't know what happened.

Huo Wenhua once told them that the girl was not an ordinary person, and she had to obey her instructions and ignore her.

However, Huo Wenhua, who is surrounded by Yin Qi and has similar magnetic field channels to ghosts and gods, can see ghosts and gods, and can also see the battle between Yang Zimei and the God of Death.

The battle seemed to be just a few times, but he was frightened and sweated heavily.

However, he could not see the appearance of Death clearly, and could only roughly see a man with black air all over his body. The feeling was very depressing and shocking.

Thinking of Yang Zimei's first order, he also guessed that it might be the god of death.

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[A weak question, did you forget to vote for Xixi's rookie light because Xixi has less? It's so frustrating that you have more than 300 votes from the first place~~~~(_)~~~~ 】
Chapter completed!