Chapter 238 Scythe of Death (Second update, please subscribe!)
The gray waves flashed, as if calling out to the entire City of Slaughter.
In an instant, the gray mist rose straight up, and the deathly energy gathered in the entire Killing City was gathered together to form a sea of clouds.
It was then shattered and purified into the purest power of death, and merged into the wave of death.
The King of Slaughter looked at the changes before his eyes with a serious expression.
The only thing to be thankful for is that the power of death did not spread, otherwise no one would survive in the City of Slaughter.
But he is not a human, but a soul beast.
Instructing the law enforcement team to disperse everyone, he stared silently at the changes before his eyes.
"Great king, the death power of Death Shura has completely covered the forbidden area he set up." A cold female voice sounded in his ears.
"I was watching." The King of Killing responded.
The woman standing next to him felt the deathly silence and couldn't help but want to kneel down and mourn for this death.
The closer you get to the death wave, the more dangerous thoughts of throwing yourself into it and sacrificing yourself as a sacrifice leap into your mind, which makes you shudder.
Her voice trembled as she asked in panic, "Great King, what should we do?"
"Are you going to kill him?"
The King of Slaughter paused and said coldly: "Behind him is one of the only two killing gods in the world. He cannot be killed."
Even though he had made an agreement with Bibi Dong beforehand, he had to admit that he did have some murderous thoughts in his heart.
It's just that he has the threat of the God of Death outside and the careful protection of the power of death inside. No matter how you look at it, he can't be killed.
As Tang Chen was parasitized, no one knew the power of God better than the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King.
He was nearly killed by Shura's divine power several times during the parasitic process, and he was scared more than once.
And this is the result of the balance between Shura and Rakshasa.
Now with only the power of death, are you going to rush forward and die? "Watch quietly, don't move." The King of Slaughter said in a deep voice.
That's all he could say.
Whoever touches it will die!
Fang Ling experienced the feeling of being infinitely close to death in the repeated waves of death.
The evolution of his martial soul gave him this long-lost experience.
It seemed like something was about to break out of the body, but was firmly controlled by the panel.
There was no consumption of soul power at all, as it was the elemental power of heaven and earth that supplied the loss. The derived power was constantly integrated into Fang Ling's martial soul while his body was being tempered.
Amid the extreme physical and mental pain, Fang Ling gradually gained some enlightenment.
If development had been normal, this power of death should have erupted suddenly when he became a god, instead of being awakened prematurely because of his conjecture.
Only when the body has transformed into a divine body, the soul has leapt into a divine soul, and the soul power has transformed into divine power, will one be qualified to bear this power.
The high-level death energy is hidden and not released, and the evolution of the martial soul should not be mixed with the power of death.
If this is the case, the death feat is not obvious, and the solidification of the feat does not require so many points.
However, this may introduce another variable.
Without the gradually improving power of death as a foundation, the risks of carrying this divine power of death that is not related to the throne of God should not be underestimated.
Moreover, if the throne of God is not the most suitable one for him, his future development will inevitably be constrained by many obstacles.
Fang Ling felt that it would be better to spend more points now to ensure that he would stay firmly on the path of death.
The future kingdom of God already exists, and fanatical believers carry it with them. Isn't it much better than those miserable gods without any faith?
Enduring the squeezing and severe pain, Fang Ling thought intermittently, and half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
The King of Slaughter stood here for half a month.
The gray wave absorbed all the dead air in the entire Killing City. It reached its peak ten days ago, and then gradually receded, becoming more peaceful, quiet and profound.
But it still wrapped Fang Ling like a cocoon, and its power was still diffused in this forbidden area, making it impossible to get close.
Two more days passed before the cocoon gradually became thinner and then dissipated like smoke.
Fang Ling appeared again, wearing a robe of death and holding a deathly grey sickle of annihilation. His appearance became even more flawless and his skin became a little paler.
He slowly landed on the roof from his floating state.
"This looks like the best chance. Do you want to kill him?"
Fangs grew out of the King of Slaughter's mouth, and this thought flashed through his mind.
But when he thought of the scene of the death wave retreating and being completely accepted by his body, he did not put it into action.
The little brat in front of me is a big bomb with the power of death.
If it exploded, the City of Slaughter might be completely destroyed, and then there would be no point in playing.
Although Tang Chen's body is good, he definitely can't bear it! The King of Slaughter did not move, and Fang Ling slowly opened his eyes.
In his spatial perception, there was only one person within the forbidden area he set up.
The moment he opened his eyes, he was affected by his cultivation level and his gaze swept over.
He looked like a middle-aged man with a pale face and blood-red hair and eyes.
He was wearing a blood-red robe and his entire body was wrapped in a huge scarlet cloak with a stand-up collar. From a distance, he looked like a blood shadow.
This image is the stereotype of a typical vampire in the movie. Combined with the unfathomable cultivation level, it must be the big bat, the blood-red nine-headed bat king.
"What are you doing here, King of Slaughter?" Fang Ling, whose skin was equally pale, looked at his big bat without fear.
He got an extra trump card in this evolution, so he is confident.
Circles of light red halos were released from the King of Killing. A flash of anger flashed in his eyes, and he wanted this kid to be more respectful.
But looking at those dark red-gold pupils with a hint of gray light, and this fearless look, the King of Slaughter frowned slightly.
Thinking of the power of death he had just seen, and the possible existence of a god behind this kid, his expression stiffened.
So he just glanced around, with a cold face, and said in a low and sharp voice: "You... will stay in the City of Slaughter?"
"No, as long as I win every time, I will enter the road to hell. I will not stay here." Fang Ling said with a strange look on his face.
"That's good." The King of Killing breathed a sigh of relief, nodded with satisfaction, and left.
Fang Ling looked at the bloody figure that suddenly disappeared and chuckled.
His three lovely wives are still waiting for him, his teacher is also looking forward to his return, and the Road of Death also relies on the supply of countless soul beasts in the ocean. How could he be stranded in this broken place full of blood?
It's just pointless worry.
After the big bat, the King of Killing, left, the surroundings became quiet again.
No one came to disturb him anymore, and Fang Ling finally had time to examine the changes in his martial soul.
The general shape, weight, etc. have not changed, but the patterns on the martial spirit handle are more complex and three-dimensional.
The originally silver-black handle has now turned gray.
It is still grey, but one can clearly distinguish between light and dark, giving a sense of transcendence.
As the soul power was activated, an aura of death and ruin lingered, and a grey light flowed endlessly, as if a starry sky was being nurtured in it, or like countless shining chips were gently swaying.
After the expertise was solidified, the originally ordinary power of death finally reached its peak.
Martial Soul: Scythe of Death (Lv7, 0%) (+)
Second update, please subscribe!
Thank you for your support through monthly tickets and recommendation tickets.
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
