Seeing the thunder dancing in the sky, the face of the God of Death changed slightly.
The brows on his handsome face were slightly frowned, and the bright lightning reflected in his gray pupils.
Then he turned his attention to Zhao Xuan and said with a calm face: "Why bother trying so hard? You can't kill me. I think I only need to pay a little more to get out of here, and it's not necessarily easy for you. How about you?"
How about we just give it up?"
Looking at the fair, handsome and serious face of the God of Death, Zhao Xuan twitched the corner of his mouth, wishing he could poke a few holes in his face with his god-killing gun, then pointed at his face loudly and told him, you just cheated.
What were you doing when I was here?
Pooh!
Zhao Xuan sneered, then spat lightly and looked at the God of Death with cold eyes.
"Is this your answer? Then I understand..."
The God of Death sighed, and then he glanced at the sky, and a black mist gradually spread out from the soles of his feet. This black mist was extremely weird. Logically speaking, Zhao Xuan was the unique master in this illusion, and everything was
It was under his control, but when the black mist appeared, he found that he had lost his sense of the area covered by the black mist.
Zhao Xuan's eyes were focused, his mind moved at will, and the situation in the illusion suddenly changed.
The wild thunder in the sky suddenly became restless, hovering in the sky where the God of Death was. The endless thunder light made the dark clouds somewhat eclipse. When they gathered to a certain size, a high-spirited dragon head suddenly formed, and then poked out from the dark clouds towards
The God of Death swooped over.
"trouble."
There was no wave in the dark eyes of the God of Death. He put his hand into his left sleeve. Although the movement was very slow in Zhao Xuan's eyes, it was actually very fast.
Under Zhao Xuan's gaze, the God of Death slowly pulled out a glazed lamp from his left sleeve. There was a black handle on the glazed lamp, and a faint blue light could be seen shining through the dim colored glaze.
When Zhao Xuan's thunder fell, a blue torrent suddenly emerged from the glazed lamp, and a harsh scream came out, accompanied by various emotions such as fear, pain, resentment, unwillingness, and anger.
"This is……"
Zhao Xuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart was shocked.
Under the consciousness, everything inside was revealed. The blue torrent was actually composed of souls, and in Zhao Xuan's perception, each soul had different characteristics.
After they came out, they surrounded the God of Death, forming strips of faint blue light.
The thunder dragon rushing down suddenly stopped. Zhao Xuan stared at the God of Death and said in a cold voice: "You actually blasphemed the soul of the deceased."
The God of Death also seemed to have an accident. He looked at Zhao Xuan quietly and said calmly: "It turns out that you didn't dare to do this. If I had known this, I would have used other methods, but..."
He looked at the faint blue light band surrounding him. He gently pulled his hand, and dozens of souls fell into his palm. Then he gently twisted his slender pale fingers, and those souls suddenly turned into faint blue light.
The light and shadow dissipate.
"It's just a soul. Do you need to be so angry?"
Zhao Xuan's eyes were cold and he did not answer the God of Death's words. The number of souls in those faint blue light bands was tens of thousands, but with his keen sense, he captured many slightly familiar souls in the light bands.
The figures, those are all Tang Sect disciples who died in the war.
And other souls come from all over the place. Needless to say, this God of Death is definitely one of the culprits of this war!
There is indeed a reason why evil gods are regarded as representatives of evil.
Zhao Xuan took a deep breath and saw that the thunder dragon that had been stagnant in the sky dived towards the God of Death again.
"It seems that you are not as kind-hearted as you showed just now."
The God of Death spoke faintly, and the surrounding souls suddenly began to burn. The painful sound was enough to tear a person's eardrums.
A thin shimmer of light covered the top of the God of Death's head, and the extremely powerful Thunder Dragon was unable to break through its blockade.
"What power is this?"
Zhao Xuan was shocked. This was the first time he had encountered such a thing. The Purple Sky Divine Thunder had always been invincible, and this was the first time he had encountered an opponent that could match it.
After blocking the Zixiao Divine Thunder, the God of Death glanced at Zhao Xuan, and then his body slowly sank into the black mist at his feet.
Zhao Xuan didn't have time to think about it carefully at this moment. He looked at the God of Death with a sudden glance. All kinds of violent rules appeared in the illusion. The earth, fire, wind and water were turbulent. He had the power of the God-killing Spear and the wonder of the eighth soul skill.
, Zhao Xuan's control over the illusion has become stronger and stronger.
Under the riot of various elements, the sinking body of the God of Death also stagnated, but it still could not completely stop his movements.
The dark cloud of death fills the air. Death represents annihilation, and all attacks that enter it will disappear into the invisible.
Whether it is thunder, storm, fire, ice, rock, space, poison, darkness, spirit...
"You can't stop me."
The body slowly sank, and slowly the God of Death only revealed the upper half of his body. Facing Zhao Xuan's heavy gaze, the God of Death said calmly.
"Since these things can't do anything to you, then... pure power!"
Suddenly, Zhao Xuan's figure suddenly appeared in front of the God of Death. There was a look of astonishment in the God of Death's eyes. In the same place, Zhao Xuan's figure was still here.
"Soul skills!"
The God of Death's heart sank, and the Death Scythe quickly condensed on the cloud of death.
But it was too late. The moment the Death Scythe appeared, Zhao Xuan's fist had already struck down.
Among all the cultivation abilities, Zhao Xuan’s strongest one is his strength!
The moment Zhao Xuan clenched his fist, the void trembled slightly, and the entire illusion began to fragment. When it was swung down, the space also mourned.
"boom!"
An inaudible sound rang out, the space shattered like glass, and the iron fist covered with glimmer of light fell hard on the head of the God of Death.
"boom!"
The huge air wave dissipated towards the surroundings, and the death cloud was fragmented.
"call!"
Zhao Xuan stood in the void, a long breath came from his mouth and nose, and when he was about to look around, he heard Tang San's anxious call.
"careful!"
Zhao Xuan felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart, and his whole body seemed to be in the cold. He turned around stiffly and looked around, but he heard a muffled groan, and then a bright red blood sprinkled on his face.