Shi Jiu's warning seemed to be a passing cloud, and it did not cause Sikong Xingxing's worry and fear at all, and Sikong Xingxing's gaze even revealed a faint sense of pride.

Sikong Xingxing was still staring at the Scythe of Death tightly, he didn't even look at Shi Jiu out of the corner of his eye, after experiencing Shi Jiu's repeated killings, Sikong Xingxing had suffered from all aspects, but he was more confident that he had reunited and restored his life, he was extremely satisfied that he had an immortal and immortal life, and if he could take the Scythe of Death as his own, it would be a perfect victory.

The more Sikong picked up the star, the more excited and arrogant he became, he craned his neck and said arrogantly: "No one in the world can kill the old man, of course, you are no exception!"

"Hmph~!I want to be the first person to kill God!" Shi Jiu looked at Sikong Xingxing's greedy demeanor and tone, and he said contemptuously: "I did this not only for my family, but also for the thousands of unfortunate people who were mutilated and died innocently in your hands, as well as their unjust souls!"

Sikong Xingxing turned a deaf ear to Shi Jiu's words, and his attention was on the Scythe of Death. Sikong Xingxing urged the remaining little divine power, and worked hard to move the Law Seal Enchantment, and in his mind he already regarded the Death Scythe as his own bag.

Shi Jiu looked at the embarrassed and embarrassed Sikong Xingxing and couldn't help but sneer, Shi Jiu suddenly made a move that made Sikong Xingxing frightened and surprised, Shi Jiu was exactly like Sikong Xingxing, he reached out and slowly stretched out his hand towards the scythe of death.

"You, so you also want to get the Scythe of Death?" Sikong picked up the stars for a moment and then asked: "Shi Jiu, Shi Jiu, I said that guys like you are all righteous men and gentlemen, and I didn't expect to be such a greedy villain!"

Shi Jiu looked at the Scythe of Death suspended in mid-air, his fingertips could already feel a dark murderous aura slowly wandering in the space, Shi Jiu turned his head and glanced at Sikong Xingxing, who also poked out his hand, and said, "You will understand how ridiculous and ignorant your thoughts are!"

Shi Jiu didn't stop stretching out his hand as he spoke, but the divine power released by the Scythe of Death stirred the air, and the faint murderous aura condensed the air into a thick colloid, deeply delaying Shi Jiu's hand that reached out, not only making it difficult for Sikong to pick up the star to get close directly, but even Shi Jiu, who was closer to the Scythe of Death, couldn't help but slow down.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Sikong Xingxing couldn't help but be a little nervous when he looked at Shi Jiu's appearance of preparing to snatch the Scythe of Death, and he warned in a low voice: "The old man gave you a kind reminder, as long as your power touches the body of the Scythe of Death, it will be eaten back and die, do you really want to risk your life to fight for the Scythe of Death with me?"

Shi Jiu couldn't help but laugh and said, "Compete with you for the Scythe of Death? The Scythe of Death does not belong to you, and naturally it will not belong to me." Your ideas now seem to be more than whimsical, they're simply insane!"

"You, why do you want to take the Death Scythe since you don't want to have it?" Sikong Xingxing couldn't tolerate an ancient divine weapon like the Death Scythe falling into Shi Jiu's hands, and he couldn't even tolerate Shi Jiu touching any part of the Death Scythe.

Shi Jiu's face gradually turned cold, and he said in a low voice: "I can say it bluntly at this point, because I don't know what method to use to kill you, maybe the Scythe of Death can help me accomplish such a feat~!"

"God-killing?" The Death Scythe desperately stretched out his hand to the Death Scythe, "The crime of killing the God is enough for you to die thousands of times, even if you have the power of the Death Scythe, you can't help the old man!"

Shi Jiu shifted his gaze from Sikong Xingxing's body to the top of the Death Scythe little by little, and he whispered: "As long as I can kill you, even if I die thousands of times, I will never flinch!" Shi Jiu had already stretched out his hand in front of Sikong Xingxing as he spoke, and the Death Scythe trembled violently from the sickle head to the long handle, and it actually drifted to Shi Jiu's hand.

Shi Jiu's right hand had just touched the Scythe of Death, and the black Scythe of Death let out a low, distant lament.

"What do you want to say?" Shi Jiu retracted his right hand, stared at the Scythe of Death and asked, "Can't I use the Scythe of Death to kill Sikong Picking Star?"

The Scythe of Death swayed slightly, and its blade glowed with light and sighed again, this time flying directly into Shi Jiu's hands.

Shi Jiu's five fingers together firmly grasped the long handle of the Scythe of Death, and the endless murderous aura frantically poured into Shi Jiu's limbs, Shi Jiu tried his best to maintain the strength of his arm, but Shi Jiu's arm trembled, and the Scythe of Death also lost its initial balance in his hand.

With a muffled sound, the scythe of the Grim Reaper's scythe fell heavily to the ground, and Shi Jiu, who was pressed by the heavy force of the Grim Reaper's scythe, almost fell.

Sikong Xingxing frowned tightly and roared angrily: "The Scythe of Death is an ancient divine weapon, how can he casually follow a mortal, can the Scythe of Death be yours?"

Shi Jiu struggled to lift the Death Scythe that was hanging low on the ground, but unfortunately his strength only lasted less than three seconds, just like the scene just now, with a dull loud bang, the pitch-black scythe of the Death Scythe fell to the ground again.

"What a heavy force!" Shi Jiu couldn't help but be horrified in his heart, he once lifted the thousand-pound heavy stone that was covered in the Hanhai Desert, but the scythe of death in front of him made Shi Jiu almost unable to hold it, obviously the scythe of death was even heavier!

Sikong Xingxing roared: "Shi Jiu, warn you that it is better to be aware of the times, and now let go of my Death Scythe!"

Shi Jiu stabilized his gradually impetuous qi and blood, the sea of divine consciousness rolled violently for a while, and the nine battle stars rushed out from the deep seabed, they circled rapidly in the depths of Shi Jiu's consciousness, and the secret power of divine consciousness continued to nourish Shi Jiu's blood, until the nine battle stars released all the secret power of divine consciousness and poured into his limbs and bones, Shi Jiu tried again, and finally he lifted the scythe of death steadily.

"The Ancient Divine Soldier is really extraordinary~!" Shi Jiu couldn't help but sigh in admiration, and at this point, the scythe of death was finally tightly stabilized in Shi Jiu's hands.

Looking at Shi Jiu holding the Scythe of Death in his hand, Sikong Xing showed a look of obvious disappointment. He looked at Shi Jiu's every move, and said uneasily: "I warn you again, I am a god, an immortal god, even if you use the scythe of death, you can't kill me, the scythe of death is still the old man's after all!"

Shi Jiu took a deep breath, and Hongmeng's mana surged from his heart to his arm and the Scythe of Death.

Ding~!Hum~!

The blade of the Death Scythe sang softly, and countless cold chills stirred around with this buzz.

The Scythe of Death seemed to sense the presence of Hongmeng's mana, and his body peeled away from the darkness of darkness, and then bloomed with dazzling colorful light.

At the same time, the dual power of Hongmeng's law decree and divine consciousness secret power flowed rapidly in Shi Jiu's bloodline, and the death scythe in his hand was no longer heavy and abnormal, and even began to become relaxed under the blessing of Hongmeng's mana.

Shi Jiu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, he raised his hand and slowly flattened the Scythe of Death to his chest, the fierce murderous aura rolled and stirred from the blade, and the rubble and messy magma scattered around him flew in all directions, and as a ping-pong explosion spread from the space of the lava core, the mist shrouded between Shi Jiu and Sikong Xingxing also disappeared.

The unique dark light of the Death Scythe was all around, and now Shi Jiu could clearly see every tiny move of Sikong Picking Star, and even every pore of Sikong Picking Star was extremely clear in front of Shi Jiu's eyes!

Under the dark light of the Scythe of Death, Sikong Xingxing's complexion changed rapidly, from horror to surprise, and from surprise to bewilderment, and now Sikong Xingxing's eyes are flooded with endless ** again.

Sikong Xingxing grinned, inhaled cool air and roared in a low voice: "Obediently dedicate the Scythe of Death, otherwise, Hugh blames the old man for waiting for the killing!"

"Haven't you forgotten to brag about dying?are you still delusional about having the Scythe of Death?" Shi Jiu snorted coldly, his wrist bent, and the Scythe of Death in Shi Jiu's hand drew a black brilliance in mid-air, carrying a layer of strange colorful divine light in the dark glow, and there was no complete existence where the Scythe of Death blade swept, even the air, Shi Jiu noticed that the ethereal air was torn and shattered by the Scythe of Death.

Sikong Xingxing desperately pounded the Fayin Enchantment, and he shouted hoarsely: "The Scythe of Death is mine, Shi Jiu, you must hand over the Scythe of Death to me!"

"Pitiful, lamentable, hateful!" Shi Jiu roared, the world-destroying red pupil was still nowhere to be seen, but Shi Jiu was no longer ready to continue to delay, he raised his left hand and sent out a full blow of the power word.

Sikong Xingxing stared at the Scythe of Death in Shi Jiu's hand and attacked regardless of the powerful word that had fallen from the sky, he stared at him and shouted, "The Scythe of Death belongs to the old man!"

"The last words you left for this world are still so greedy and shameless!" Shi Jiu no longer had any hesitation, one of his hands was waving the Scythe of Death, and the other hand had already slammed out the Ten Percent Power Momentum Technique.

The dying and struggling Sikong Xingxing fell to the ground with a bang under Shi Jiu's all-out force attack, and the finely chopped flesh and residual red blood spread all over the ground, and Sikong Xingxing's soul once again fluttered out!

Sikong Xingxing endured the severe pain and roared in a low voice: "Hmph~! It's just to let the old man suffer a little pain of flesh and skin, and it's really a pipe dream to let the old man die! The old man is a god, how can a waste like you kill him!"