Tang San looked at the white-clothed figure in surprise, his tense face instantly burst into joy, while the people in Tiandou in the distance also breathed a sigh of relief, cold sweat flowed down their foreheads, and their hearts dropped in their throats.
Come down.
On the contrary, the joy that had just risen on the face of the titled Douluo who was left behind after the Wuhun Palace was robbed disappeared in an instant, and he became extremely depressed.
Zhao Xuan, who was standing in the void, had a cold face, and the lightning in his eyes was bright, containing rolling anger, like a suppressed volcano.
He was staring at the God of Death, wishing to eat its flesh alive. If he hadn't had the sixth soul skill to save his life, he might have really perished just now.
"not dead?"
There was some surprise on the handsome face of the God of Death, and then he let out a slight breath.
"There's some trouble."
Zhao Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the next moment his figure turned into a bolt of thunder, holding the God-killing Spear and quickly killing the God of Death.
The purple-gold thunder contains brilliant righteousness and divine power, like the first ray of sunshine when the sun rises, able to penetrate all darkness.
"This feeling is really uncomfortable."
He stared straight at the lightning on Zhao Xuan's body and murmured softly.
The next moment, he threw the Death Scythe in his hand, and the chain connected to the end of the Death Scythe made a rustling sound. One end of the chain poked out from the deep long sleeves of the God of Death, and was caught in his hand, as if
It stretches out without end.
Although this hand seemed to be done lightly, it was actually extremely skillful, because the death sickle that was thrown out at will struck straight at Zhao Xuan.
The blade of the Death Scythe flashes with snow-white light, reflecting each other's black body, as if the sword cuts it off and separates Yin and Yang, dividing life and death forever.
At this moment, the boundary between life and death seemed to become obvious in front of Zhao Xuan's eyes, making him a little distracted.
"wrong!"
Suddenly, Zhao Xuan's spirit perked up, and clarity returned to his slightly confused eyes. He held the God-killing Spear and flew away the death scythe that was about to fall on him, and he took dozens of steps back.
"Soso!"
The slender black chains penetrated into the deep sleeves of the God of Death.
He still stood there, without moving at all, and the death sickle on the other end of the chain fell steadily into his slightly pale hands. There seemed to be only two colors on his body, black and white, like a partition
of yin and yang.
"Can he actually send out spiritual means that affect me? How far has his power returned to?"
Zhao Xuan's eyes suddenly became filled with uncertainty. He looked deeply at the God of Death, and suddenly felt that he could not see through this resurrected evil god.
He still remembers that in the beginning, when he was still at Canghui Academy, the God of Death had just revived and would only avoid him when he met him, but now he has become his enemy!
These evil gods are gods who have lived for countless years. Even if they are temporarily defeated, their background is ultimately beyond what he can contend with.
"But...if he is allowed to rest for a while, there will really be nothing he can do by then."
Zhao Xuan took a deep breath, and then launched another attack on the God of Death.
"Still not giving up?"
The God of Death frowned slightly, feeling a little troubled. His current strength has not yet returned to the level of a god, and he is also wary of Zhao Xuan.
and……
He glanced at Tang San who was not far away, and his heart sank slightly. Now the chaos in Douluo Continent has fallen out, and even the heirs of the gods have appeared one after another. He doesn't believe that the guys in the God Realm haven't noticed such chaos, but they
Why we didn’t take action is worth pondering...
Zhao Xuan noticed the God of Death's brief distraction, which made his eyes light up, and a vague wave instantly enveloped the God of Death.
"Illusion, condense!"
Zhao Xuan suddenly spoke softly, awakening the God of Death who was distracted.
Before he could react, he felt as if his eyes were blurred and the world around him had undergone earth-shaking changes.
White clouds floated leisurely above the blue sky, and he didn't know when he was standing on an endless prairie. The breeze was blowing, the grass blades were flying, and the smell of soil and green grass was extremely clear.
The God of Death's eyes were focused, and he stretched out his pale left hand and waved it gently, and a piece of green grass flew onto his hand. He twisted his fingers slightly, and the green and cool grass liquid slowly seeped out.
He couldn't help but be moved and murmured: "This illusion actually feels so real."
Suddenly, he raised his head and his eyes fell into the mid-air a hundred feet away, where a figure in white was looking at him quietly.
"The ground cracks!"
Zhao Xuan looked at the God of Death and spoke softly. As soon as he said it, if he followed the words, the world began to change instantly, the earth began to shake, and huge cracks suddenly appeared on the grassland, destroying the beautiful harmony in front of him.
picture scroll.
The body of the God of Death was also trembling, which made him frown. This real illusion reminded him of a certain fallen god.
"Soul, Xuanwei construction method... No, to reach this level, there may be the starry sky construction method of the Lord of Illusion and Annihilation."
Thinking of those two people, not only did the God of Death's face not loosen up, but it became even more serious. The more you get to know those two people, the more you will notice the horror of those two people. The two people's spiritual attainments are so high that they have evolved.
The world has reached a point where fake things are mistaken for real things, affecting reality.
The trembling of the earth became more and more violent, which forced him to break away from the earth and fly higher into the sky.
However, as soon as he stood up, Zhao Xuan, who was staring at him, spoke again.
"Forbidden air!"
The pressure on his body suddenly increased to an unimaginable level, as if the sky was rising on his shoulders, and the heavy pressure instantly caused the body of the God of Death to fall down.
The earth collapsed, and the place where he stood gradually turned into an isolated island, with red magma surging under the surrounding abyss.
"The wind is coming!"
From the depths of the distant grassland, a tangible and intangible transparent colored wind struck, instantly surrounding the God of Death.
"Soso!!"
The exposed black chains trembled crazily, and the sound of clanging and clanking sounds was heard from time to time.
The figure of the God of Death began to flutter, and only then did Zhao Xuan realize that the God of Death now had no physical body, and his body was actually somewhere between reality and reality.
This discovery made Zhao Xuan's heart move slightly. In this way, physical attacks may be useless against him. Thinking of some details just now, Zhao Xuan suddenly waved to the sky and said coldly: "Thunder!"
The originally blue sky suddenly became covered with clouds, lightning flashed, and thunder snakes scurried randomly in the clouds.