The first thousand one hundred and sixty-seven chapters death recovery
In that world, a lot of people died, and with the prosperity of the demon clan, the people were in dire straits, and even the sky was not the embodiment of justice.
After Pan defeated You Tian, he established a new "Heaven".
This is a very ancient secret. There were also legends on the mainland, but they were too vague and few people believed it.
His eyes were dripping with blood, and it was shocking to speak out.
It is also the incarnation of the way of heaven. It is connected with the origin of the eyes of other worlds, and even has a special connection, so the words are naturally true.
Wang Teng was speechless. This incident was too subversive of people's imagination. The vast black ocean that he was looking forward to was actually the eyes before him. It was too shocking.
Next, Wang Teng spent two days flying all the way over the Dead Sea, looking for the whereabouts of the demons.
Within the Dead Sea, there is no life, it is desolate and lifeless, and death is everywhere. The sky is dark, and there is a faint sunset hanging there. It is like a bloody dusk, paying homage to the sky.
In the air, a breeze blew, and occasionally there was the sound of crying creatures, which was shrill and cold, making people shudder.
"There is a mountain ahead, and there seems to be some problem." Qinglu said.
A majestic mountain stands at the end of the sea level. It is completely black and looks like it is made of ink jade. It shines with a cold metallic luster under the setting sun and flows with a faint dark golden light. It is very eye-catching.
After Wang Teng and Qing Lu approached, they were both shocked. On this mountain peak, they noticed a very strong evil spirit sweeping over them, making people's skin feel chilly.
The majestic mountain peaks are covered with ribbons of mist, hazy and a bit ominous. There is also a statue on the top of the mountain.
The statue is of a strange creature with a human body but no head. It wears a mask. Two rays of blood shine through the mask, which seems to be able to shatter the universe and see through eternity.
The most important thing is that he still holds a scythe in his hands, which is black, as if he has harvested the lives of countless creatures. The scythe blade is bright and white, shining with a dazzling white light, which is breathtaking, and there is a vague trembling of the heavenly sword.
The sound emanates from it, making people's soul throb.
Death Scythe!
The Death Scythe in this Chaos Arcana.
"Is this man the legendary God of Death?" Qing Donkey asked in surprise.
The God of Death was an extremely terrifying figure in the prehistoric era, causing many great powers to change their color after hearing about it.
He symbolizes death. No one has seen his true appearance. He is like a taboo god and demon in the world. Every time he appears, he will do something to the mainland. "It is said that before the prehistoric period, the god of death specialized in killing strong people in the main realm. His strength
It's unfathomable, and I've even fought against you." said the Blood-Drying Sky Eyes. The Heavenly Dao of the alien continent also know a little about the deeds of the Endless Continent before the prehistoric times, and when they reach their realm, they can see through all the world at their peak.
God, learn some of the secrets of other continents.
Wang Teng regrets, has he ever played against the opponent?
This God of Death is truly a terrifying and scary existence.
Rumble!
At this moment, the statue of the God of Death suddenly began to tremble, shaking off bursts of dust and stone fragments.
Inside the originally lifeless statue, the eyes actually became more blazing, like two blue suns, emitting a terrifying light. In an instant, the heaven and earth resonated, the sea boiled, and the entire peaceful sea stirred up huge waves.
, the stars outside the territory trembled, as if they were about to sink.
An indescribably powerful aura resurrected from the statue. The statue seemed to have a soul and was staring at Wang Teng, the uninvited guest. It was terrifying.
"It's not like the legendary God of Death is about to resurrect, right?" The green donkey's hair suddenly stood up.
In recent times, the great powers on the mainland and the South China Sea have revived, and everyone knows that if the God of Death were to revive now, they would be doomed.
Boom!
Shockingly, the statue walked out from the stone wall. An ancient and vicissitudes of energy swept through the world. The avenue continued to shake, the sky roared, the void boiled, and black lotuses bloomed on his body. It was shocking.
Regret for the world.
The God of Death, an unparalleled master from before the prehistoric era, resurrected with such force, his aura was so terrifying that it made the three worlds and six realms tremble.
The whole world, at this moment, countless experts are all paying attention to this place.
Rumble!
The sky shook and the earth shook, the blood of the God of Death surged into the sky. Behind him, black light stretched directly into the sky for nine days, and the mist surged like a black ocean. There were actually scenes of stars rotating and galaxies falling.
He stood on the top of the black mountain, and it was as if he was the only one in the entire world.
The most horrifying thing was that those blue eyes were staring at Wang Teng with a cold killing light.
"The God of Death has really revived, run away." The green donkey shouted, turning around and running away without saying a word, which was very unloyal.
This momentum makes people have no desire to fight.
Wang Teng also realized what he was doing. He quickly stepped on Tai Chi and caught up with him in the blink of an eye. This was an eternal giant that was really unmatchable. Killing Wang Teng was like stepping on an ant.
Rumble!
However, the God of Death stretched out a big hand, like a piece of netherworld, and pressed towards Wang Teng.
The palm of the hand was as big as ten thousand feet, covering the sky and the sun. It was pitch black and dotted with stars, as if it contained a vast galaxy. It was suppressed like this. A random breath made the entire South China Sea shake. The nearby
Hundreds of thousands of miles away, countless islands have collapsed, causing countless casualties.
For a time, many extraordinary figures flew up to the sky, including the recently resurrected Living Fossil of Immortal Island, and even Priest Qinglian, Colorful Goddess, and Emperor Haotian.
"It is indeed the God of Death. During the prehistoric years, he did not die under Pan's hands." The colorful goddess has a slim figure, long black hair and beautiful eyes, her eyes are like those made of autumn water, and her voice is soft.
"In the prehistoric era, there were few people who could compete with each other. Back then, Youtian was almost overwhelmed by him." Emperor Haotian also sighed. He looked majestic and carried a divine ring on his back, as if he were a god bathing in the rays of light, shining brightly.
Heavens.
"This person is very strong. He is not as weak as he was back then. He is even stronger than before." Taoist Master Qinglian's whole body was blurry and hazy, with wisps of Taoist rhyme spreading in his body, as if he was in his own mysterious world.
These three extraordinary figures all praised the God of Death, which shows how terrifying the God of Death is.
"Lord God of Death, don't hurt brother Wang Teng." Just when the giant palm that covered the sky was about to hit Wang Teng, a sweet voice suddenly came from deep in the black mountain.
A girl about twenty years old, with snow-white skin, sweet and moving, flew over. She was very young, with jade bones and divine skin, and she was a peerless beauty.
Qiangwei came, still holding the death scythe in her hand, flashing with terrifying black light, which was slightly inconsistent with her sweet and charming temperament. As expected, the death god stopped attacking and stood there silently without saying a word.
