"How dare you! What right do you have to say such a thing?"
Ming Huashang, who had been relatively calm, changed his expression instantly upon hearing these words.
You should know that such insolence is a way for a superior to reprimand a subordinate, but these gods don't take it seriously at all.
Come, my companion.
So he didn't waste any more words with the gods, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stretched out his hand.
"Swish swish..."
As his voice faded, the surrounding space began to distort, and swirling clouds and countless black lights flickered.
"Sizzle sizzle..."
Immediately afterwards, a black scythe slowly appeared in the sky amidst the black lightning.
"The Grim Reaper's Scythe!"
When the gods saw the scythe again, their faces turned very grim, for they were well aware of the weapon's power.
In the beginning, the demon god did not have his own weapon. That weapon was stolen by the demon god from the divine realm and originally belonged to the sea god.
Poseidon's weapon was a trident, but to make it easier to use, he modified it into the shape of a scythe and placed it in the Nine Netherworlds for tempering.
The reason why the Nine Netherworlds appeared was because the Demon God collected countless vengeful spirits in order to create this scythe, and filled them all into the abyss, offering tens of thousands of terrifying resentments as a sacrifice.
Although the Grim Reaper's scythe was successfully forged, the vengeful spirits within the Nine Netherworlds could no longer be dispersed, and because of the dark aura it carried, it would subconsciously attract vengeful spirits to it.
Over time, the Nine Netherworlds could no longer be suppressed, and they became a terrifying force in the world.
Although the Nine Netherworlds were created by the Demon God unintentionally, he was quite satisfied with that place and regarded it as the Demon Race's stronghold.
And the facts have proven that the Nine Netherworld is indeed a very suitable place for demons to live.
It was from that time that the Demon Race began to have ambitions to expand their territory. Centered on the Nine Netherworlds, they first expanded to the Endless Sea of Sin, and then to the Endless Wilderness. That land was completely controlled by the Demon Race.
If it weren't for the fact that humanity has been constantly growing stronger over the years, perhaps this world would have already been occupied by the demon race.
And that sickle was the culprit that caused all of this.
Therefore, it is not a simple weapon, but a crystallization of overwhelming evil energy and the resentment of the entire demon race.
Its power is such that even gods dare not easily confront it head-on.
Because it is a magical artifact, possessing the power to bewitch people.
If you are injured by that scythe, and you cannot immediately expel the demonic energy, it will soon erode your soul, causing you to suffer a qi deviation.
"Whoosh..."
The Grim Reaper's scythe appeared in this world little by little, inch by inch, carrying boundless darkness, in the eyes of the gods.
"Old buddy, long time no see."
Only after the Grim Reaper's scythe fully appeared did Ming Huashang reach out and grasp it, his eyes filled with longing, "All these years, only you have always been by my side and never left."
"Buzzing..."
Upon hearing the Demon God's words, the Death Scythe immediately trembled and emitted a buzzing sound, its blood lines radiating a cold red light, appearing quite excited.
As a magical artifact, its favorite thing is, of course, the smell of blood.
Having been sealed away for so many years, its previous appearances were only brief within the ruins, and it didn't kill anyone, so it wasn't satisfying at all.
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