Although the God of Death didn't know how Ye Feng did it, he was certain that Ye Feng escaped through the origin of hell, and it was very likely that there was help from experts.
He still underestimated this human being. He thought he was sure to win over Ye Feng. Who would have thought that Ye Feng is so mysterious and has endless methods, each one more extraordinary than the other. Now, it is not that easy for him to find Ye Feng.
"Its aura is indeed here!"
Just when he looked unwilling, a vicissitudes of voice suddenly resounded and filled the void.
Upon hearing this sound, Death's expression changed.
This voice contained a powerful coercion and aura, causing the entire void to shatter at the moment it appeared. A deep and terrifying will came here, and the space with a radius of thousands of miles was imprisoned at this moment, and all life
The whole body was frozen at this moment, unable to move even an inch.
Even the God of Death cannot avoid it and is imprisoned there.
"who is it!"
Although he was the god of death in hell, he still trembled under this will. He wanted to resist this will, but he felt so small, which gave him an extremely uneasy feeling of death.
This scene was too sudden.
Where did the strong man come from? Before anyone arrived, his aura and will were so strong that he didn't even have the strength to resist.
Boom! Just as he was struggling, a big withered hand tore from above his head.
That big hand, like the hand of God, exudes a terrifying feeling of immortality and majesty.
The moment it appeared, it pressed directly on the top of his head. In an instant, everything in his body was in a state of silence. As long as the old big hand had a thought, his body would instantly be wiped out.
"A little God of Death actually dares to attack the Lord Qilin. Hmm, it's really pitiful. Of course, the majestic Lord Qilin actually fell to the end of being bullied at will by a God of Death. We need to let them know. I don't know.
How should I feel..." That old, withered hand seemed to have all-knowing abilities.
The moment he came here, he knew what had just happened. He sometimes sneered, sometimes sighed, and talked to himself, with a myriad of emotions.
"Senior...Senior, I don't know that this human being has anything to do with you. If I knew, I wouldn't dare to do this even if I had the guts. You...let me go..." The God of Death stood in front of the old man's big hand.
He suddenly became honest and honest, which was in sharp contrast to the cold-blooded and cruel scene just now.
He felt that he was too weak, and kept begging for mercy tremblingly. He never thought that a human being would provoke such a terrifying strong man from hell.
No! I just heard what Kulao Dashou said, it was because of that Venerable Qilin.
But he had never met Lord Qilin at all, and there was only Ye Feng from the beginning to the end.
Wait... He suddenly thought of the trace of the origin of hell that he captured after Ye Feng escaped.
At that time, he suspected that the origin of hell did not belong to Ye Feng at all, and there must be some helper helping this human being.
Now he can be sure that this helper is the Qilin Master mentioned by Mr. Ku.
"What kind of existence is this Qilin? According to his words, it seems that he is also a peerless strongman in hell..." The God of Death felt quite unlucky.
He originally thought that he could seize Ye Feng's body, achieve supreme inheritance, and soar to the top. Who would have thought that Ye Feng escaped in the end, and that was all, but he actually provoked such a terrifying powerful man from hell.
The true body of this powerful man seems not to be in this space. This big hand is only transformed by his will, but even so, it is so terrifying, so what about its true body... Could this be a king of hell, in hell?
The Hermit Power?
"Let you go?
You, a little God of Death, have what qualifications you have to talk to the old man. The Lord Qilin belongs to the old man, and no one can get involved. You wanted to suppress that human being before. Although it has nothing to do with the old man, that human being is the one the Lord Qilin wants to protect.
It should be hidden in the body of that human being. When you deal with that human being, aren't you also indirectly dealing with Lord Qilin? If you dare to get your hands on old things, go to hell!"
Click...Ku Lao's big hands are extremely powerful and overbearing.
Even though the God of Death kept begging for mercy, there was still no room for negotiation.
After he finished speaking, he squeezed the old man's big hand fiercely, and suddenly, the terrifying power, devastating and devastating, entered the body directly along the top of the God of Death's head.
"No... no, senior, let me go, let me go. I am willing to be your slave forever and ever. I will put all my soul and will into your hands, and I am willing to perish for you..." At this moment, the God of Death made a shrill cry.
Screaming, he didn't want to die. He had finally practiced to this point, and he was unwilling to die inexplicably like this.
But the old man's big hand didn't look down upon him at all. The terrifying power did not weaken at all, destroying everything in his body. His huge body suddenly opened cracks and spread all over his body.
At this moment, he regretted taking action against Ye Feng. If he had known that there was such a terrifying person, he would never have shown up and lost his wife and soldiers.
Wow! In less than five seconds, his body suddenly collapsed. The god of death transformed by the majestic god Zhuan was actually unable to withstand a single move in front of the withered old hand. He was so humble and insignificant.
"It's a pity that the old man came a little late... However, Lord Qilin, no matter how you escape or hide your breath, you can't escape the old man's induction. As long as you are still in hell, the old man will definitely find you before them and get you.
“His” inheritance!”
The old man disappeared, seemingly sensing the aura of the black unicorn, and chased him all the way.
..."How many levels of hell is this?"
At this moment, Ye Feng, who had escaped from the sixteenth level of hell, appeared at this moment.
Just now, when he attacked the God of Death, the black unicorn had already established the passage to hell.
He disappeared silently before the eyes of death.
Then the black unicorn took him through a dark passage. This passage is the unique magical power of the black unicorn, which is equivalent to the essence of the plane, but it is much more wonderful than the essence of the plane.
After about ten minutes, he emerged from the dark passage.
At this moment, he was no longer under the control of the God of Death and was no longer in the sixteenth level of hell, because he could clearly feel that the oppressive power of hell had weakened a lot.
"Grandpa Hei originally wanted to transport you to the third level of hell, but due to the fact that your strength has not been restored, the hell passage established did not extend very far and can only take you to the sixth level of hell."
Black Qilin's voice appeared in his mind, but his voice became serious and dignified, as if he sensed something.