Looking at the old man who stretched out his head to slap, the god of death was a little confused. He had never seen anyone with such demands. But now, there was no time to delay. He raised his hand and waved it, and the rich black air was like iron.
The hammer hit the old man in front of him on the side of his head, and he flew out like a cannonball. He rolled several times under the snow, stuck out his buttocks and pushed forward half a foot before stopping.
The corners of Death's mouth cracked open, black energy filled the air, and he couldn't help but feel ridiculous for what he had just thought.
"I thought something would change, but it turned out to be a stupid old guy."
He withdrew his gaze and then fell on Chen Yuan, who was motionless in front of him. He was also good at summoning the bones of dead people. With just one glance, he could tell that this young oriental man used himself as the center of the magic circle to maintain the existence of all gods and men.
Once they are attacked and the maintenance of the magic circle is interrupted, these fierce Eastern gods will cut off their supply and disappear.
"No wonder you gather these people around you. It turns out they are taking care of your safety when casting spells."
Probably seeing the true nature of the other party, his death smile became even brighter, he took out a triangular lantern with green ghost fire and shook it towards Chen Yuan.
"Young Easterner, you should not have come here. Your soul will soon leave your young body and return to the embrace of darkness and death. That is your destination."
The softly spoken words carried divine power and reached Chen Yuan's ears. It was a murmuring voice. He couldn't tell whether he was a man or a woman, old or young. There was a buzzing sound in his ears, and his focused gaze was on
This moment became a little blurry, and his consciousness gradually wavered, and the hands holding the spell were slowly lowered.
A shout of "Ah!" resounded nearby, which immediately pulled Chen Yuan out of his dazed state. He shook his head violently, and his consciousness became clear again.
Over there in the snow, I saw a crazy old man sitting on the ground, his messy hair stained with blood, looking at the god covered in black robes with a ferocious face, shaking his head and making a ferocious look of filial piety.
Death was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the sound of seduction would be broken by an old man, and even after being hit by his magic, he only shed a little blood.
‘It’s really not that simple!’
He thought, turned around, faced the crazy old man over there, and lowered his voice: "What do you want to do? Come here, I will give you the glory of death."
Seeing the serious look of the man in black robe, the crazy old man was also stunned. He retracted his grip and got up from the ground. His ferocious expression just now calmed down and said, "I'm just scaring you, just wait a moment."
As he spoke, the crazy old man suddenly raised his hand and slapped Chen Yuan on the head in front of him.
"Change!"
The crazy old man made a ferocious look again, but then he took it back and frowned: "Why hasn't it changed?"
"enough!"
Death was stunned by what he did. Qingqing was really an idiot. He simply didn't want to pay attention to him and walked towards Chen Yuan. However, the crazy old man was very fast. He rushed a few steps in front of him and slapped his face again.
A few slaps.
"Change!"
"Change again!"
"One last change!"
Death was completely angered by this fly-like old man. A sickle appeared in his right hand, and black flames burst out from the blade. He swung it away, and the black fire flames made a semicircle in the air.
"Master, go away!"
Chen Yuan turned her head, stepped hard with one foot, and the sword sheath hanging on her waist fell to the ground, "Go!"
The cold light of the sword came out of the scabbard, and there was a "clang" sound, and it flew straight in front of the old man. The hazy light of the moon surged, and it hit the black light that came down. The former divine sword had lost its luster, but
As a slightly stronger magical weapon, I could withstand this divine power, but still couldn't stop it from attacking the crazy old man.
The old man, who was still twirling his fingers in confusion, had his head knocked away by the approaching sword. His hair flew away, and he fell to the ground without saying a word.
"wasting my time."
Looking at the old Dongfang who was finally quiet, Death held a sickle and swayed a lantern across the body on the ground, as well as the dull Oriental long sword.
"It's your turn."
The sickle was raised in Death's hand. Suddenly, his ankles suddenly tightened, and he lowered his eyes. He saw the old man lying on the ground behind him in the snow, reaching out a hand to grab him.
A cold voice came.
"You beat me, and you want to beat my disciples?"
The hand holding Death's ankle suddenly grabbed and twitched. The former's body was uncontrollably lifted into the air, and then floated and slowly descended. The old man on the ground also stood up straight, and the snowflakes on his body turned into
Steam is filling the air.
"Good disciple, you should maintain your magic skills well, and this Western God will be handed over to your master!"
Looking into Chen Yuan's eyes, the old man's indifferent expression contained a hint of a smile. He put his hands back on his temples and combed his scattered hair neatly. As he spoke, he turned around and looked at the descending man.
Death, the tattered robes on his body also instantly turned into a purple-based high-collared robe with gold as the edge and auspicious clouds in the sky.
"God of the West, I haven't asked for advice yet, hehe, please!"
Yin Xuanling stretched out his hand, but Death seemed not to understand the meaning of the gesture and did not move. The old man lowered his hand and put it behind his back, shaking his head.
"Western barbarians don't know etiquette. It doesn't matter, I will take action first."
The gold-rimmed auspicious clouds lifted up his steps and walked forward. The snow on the ground suddenly melted, and electric snakes swam close to the ground. Yin Xuanling was the sixth generation founder of the Tianshi Mansion. In addition to the thunder method, he also
He has also practiced Taoism from various sects of the Celestial Master's Mansion. With his cultivation level, he no longer needs to use magic skills to guide him.
He raised his hand and put two fingers together, causing the heat wave to set off, the air condensed into a ball of fire, and his wings instantly spread out, turning into a firebird that flapped its fire wings and flew towards it with a high-pitched cry.
Everyone, please go and try it soon.]
The scythe in Death's hand was violently hooked with black fire on the firebird. The force on his arm made his body tilt backwards. He frowned and pulled the firebird in half, then hooked the firebird in half.
"You are the only one who has it!"
Death threw away the lantern, opened the lampshade, and a few wisps of ghostly fire flew out, turning into a crow with red eyes, emitting an ominous cry. There was also movement under his robe, and a black dog with three heads rushed out violently, opening three bloody mouths.
He vomited black fire and bit the old man over there. Yin Xuanling suddenly held his mouth and nose with one hand and lifted it up. With the other hand, he dragged his wide sleeve and waved it horizontally. Mixed with countless electric sparks, he directly shot the crows into pieces.
Black smoke dissipated into the air.
"A weird-looking vicious dog!"
The old man snorted coldly, raised his foot and kicked the black dog away. It hit a big tree in the nearby snow and let out a 'whimper', spitting out a large amount of black smoke and falling to the ground.
At this moment, the death over there was floating on the snow, swinging the black fire sickle in his hand like lightning to attack. Yin Xuanling held one hand with his toes hanging on the ground, also flying backwards, holding the sword in his other hand.
Colliding with the sickle, one person and one person disappeared into the forest behind, and what was heard was a series of terrifying roars.
…
at the same time.
The fat Taoist struggled to get out of the snowdrift. He saw the Western goddess lying headfirst in the snow. He hugged her legs and pulled her out like a carrot.
"A good girl should learn how to fight like others..."
Before he could finish his words, Yin Sidra, who was pulled out, suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed Sun Zhengde's neck like lightning. The opponent was a god after all, and the power was so great that Sun Zhengde couldn't bear it at all.
Unable to breathe, his fat face turned red and his voice became hoarse through his teeth.
"Girl, I...I kindly save...you come out...I don't want...to fight with you..."
Chen Yuan over there heard the commotion, turned his eyes, gritted his teeth and cursed, "I want you to be kind!" After saying that, he recited the formula and touched the snow with his left foot.
A ray of Dharma light was pulled out from the Wugu Pillar and flew towards the fat Taoist.
Yinsdra looked at the fat oriental man with funny blue eyes, shaking her head to tell him to stop talking and prepare to die.
But the next second.
A gloomy aura filled the air behind her, and in the sunlight behind her, a shadow on the ground gradually grew higher and higher, covering up the figures of her and the Eastern wizard in her hands.
The woman quickly tilted her head and her eyes suddenly shrank.
A bull-headed monster wearing iron armor and holding a steel fork, breathing thick white breath, was looking at her gloomily.
"Finally it's my turn!"
Under the bull nose ring, he opened and closed his mouth slightly and said this with an excited tone.