The scrawny arm of the god of death is full of green tendons, and the terrifying death power contained in it is surging on his arm, as long as he has a thought, this power on the arm is strangled out, and the mandala's throat will be screwed off, and the fragrance will be lost!

Mandala's face was calm, and his blue eyes revealed a sense of calm, as if he had already prepared for the impending death.

However, the Grim Reaper let go of one finger at a time, and he said, "Do you want to use the Radical Technique to make me kill you? No, how can I let you die? My Death Reaper's body is not yet complete, and I still need the Netherworld Blood in your body! When my Reaper's body is successfully cultivated, I will wash you clean, spray you with your favorite perfume, and let you lie on the big bed covered with velvet. Then, I'm going to play you for seven days and seven nights! Then let the Death Messenger and the black-robed warrior take turns in battle, and I'm going to make you a's best!"

"Phew!"

The mandala coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm and spat it out to the Grim Reaper.

The god of death dodged slightly, and then avoided the past, he was not annoyed, but smiled smugly, and said: "What's the matter? I really didn't expect that there really existed the other side flower in this world, and the demon king really got the other side flower for you." You used the Flower to dissolve your own bloodline toxin, and from this point of view, I want to thank the Demon King. If it weren't for that, how would I dare to absorb your netherworld blood?But that's what I hate about him, I should have taken the flower for you, you should have been my woman! In my vision, you will be the mother of the Dead Realm, and I will be the king, you will be one man under ten thousand people, and you will be worshiped by countless people of the Dead Realm! But you have disappointed me so much!"

"Do you still want to establish a kingdom of death? I will only send people to attack me when I take the other side flower, my own toxin is depleted, and my body is weak. Even if you are on such a despicable and sinister path, you also want to become the lord of the land of death!" Mandala said coldly.

The Grim Reaper smiled, smiling whimsily, and he gladly accepted the mandala's invective.

It turned out that at the beginning of Isere, Xiao Yunlong participated in the 'core' operation, and after leaving the Black Gate Mountain, he contacted Mandala and captured him to the other side of the flower and handed it to Mandala.

Mandala left with the Flower of the Other Side, and she sought a place of privacy, which was her private residence in the territory of Eserel.

According to the method of taking the flower of the other side, the mandala uses the flower as a medicine, takes it into the body, and then urges the power of its own netherworld bloodline to expel the mandala toxin in the body. As the medicinal effect of the flower continues, the mandala's body will be in a state of extreme weakness, with fatigue, and the strength of the whole body will be used to remove toxins from the body.

It was also at this time that the right envoys of the two major death envoys in the Temple of Death broke in with ten black-robed warriors, easily surrendered the mandala, and returned to the Temple of Death with her.

At this point, Mandala realized that her whereabouts were clearly in the hands of the Grim Reaper, and even her private residence in Isereel was in the hands of the Grim Reaper.

After the mandala was brought back, he was imprisoned here by the god of death, and the mandala was fused with the medicinal effects of the flower of the other side, and the mandala toxin in the blood had been removed, which made the god of death overjoyed. Because Mandala's Netherworld bloodline is not threatened by toxins, he can absorb the Netherworld blood in Mandala's body, so that his own death blood can be transformed, and finally become the body of the god of death.

The Netherworld itself is the underworld, representing darkness and death.

Therefore, the Netherworld Blood in the Mandala is extremely compatible with the death blood of the Grim Reaper, and it is also the only bloodline in the world that can transform the bloodline in the Grim Reaper's body.

Therefore, in the past few days when Mandala was captured, every other moment in the world the god of death would come to absorb the nether blood in her body, and today is no exception.

The Grim Reaper was not worried that the mandala would be able to escape, and he gave the mandala a medicine that could suppress the power in the mandala's body, leaving the mandala in a state of exhaustion all the time. Take a step back, even if the mandala can get away with it, but there are many arrangements in the Temple of Death, and there are countless strong people pressing the formation, it is simply difficult to fly.

Death stared at Mandala's bewitching face, stared at her towering plump breasts, a trace of heat flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Mandala, I don't understand, why are you like this. Why help the Demon King. In the Temple of Death, you have special powers, and even I have never suppressed you with orders. But you, let me down so much!"

"Why? For freedom!In order not to have to absorb your death blood every once in a while to alleviate the toxins of the Nether Bloodline!For a true unfettered freedom!" Mandala spoke, she stared at the Grim Reaper, and said coldly, "Back then, you planted the Mandala Toxin in my body in order to stimulate my hidden Nether Bloodline. In order for you to be able to absorb the Netherworld bloodline in the future and achieve your Death Body! Everything you do is for your own consideration, you never care about the life and death of others, you have always been a selfish person!"

Death's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "But don't forget, your Netherworld bloodline has been stimulated, and your strength has also increased significantly. With the power of the Netherworld, you are the rapidly rising blood-colored mandala in the dark world!"

"No! I'd rather not have the title of Scarlet Mandala! I'd rather be truly free! You use the blood of death to restrain me, so that I can't leave you half a step, and every once in a while I have to use your blood of death to suppress the blood toxin in order to live! Even if you give me the highest status and rights, I don't care about it! Freedom is the most noble and precious right in this world! The Demon King was able to capture the Flower of the Other Shore for me, so that I could detoxify the toxins in my body, and I would no longer need to be attached to you and get real freedom, so why didn't I help him?" said Mandala angrily.

Death roared in anger and roared, "Isn't that bad? You are the Daughter of the Nether, I am the Child of Death! We should be together, we are all of the same of darkness, of the same origin. We should complement each other, support each other, and accomplish the great cause together. What's so bad about that? Stay by my side, you don't feel free? We should not be separated from each other, you should be my woman, we should be the ruler of the world! But because of you, you ruined all this, you deserve to die!"

Mandala smiled, her smile full of mixed feelings, and she said, "I'm just a woman, and I don't have much ambition in my heart. I just want to live freely and happily, instead of worrying about dying all the time about the blood toxins in my body. Instead of being in pain every time the blood toxin attacks, I need to beg you to reward a drop of your own essence blood to delay your life. Do you understand this?"

The eyes of the god of death were even more cold, and there was anger burning in his chest, and he said coldly: "I don't understand, and I don't need to understand! Mandala, everything today is your own choice! If you choose to stand on the side of the demon king, then this fate is already doomed! No one can betray me, and whoever betrays me, die!"

"I regret it now!" said Mandala, a glint of gloom in his eyes.

"Hmm, regret what, regret betraying me?" asked the Grim Reaper.

"No!" Mandala looked up, she looked at the Grim Reaper, and said coldly, "I have never been your subordinate, so there is no such thing as betrayal. What I regret is that I didn't tell the Demon King the exact location of the Temple of Death!"

"You—" Death sneered and said, "When I achieve the body of the Death Reaper, even if you tell the Demon King the exact location of the Temple of Death, it will be fine." When the time comes, as many Demon Kings and his Demon King mercenary groups as I come, how many will I kill! As long as I achieve the body of the Grim Reaper, I will have the strength of a peerless powerhouse! What is the Demon King? My goal is to let those peerless powerhouses be defeated at my hands and surrender to me, so as to realize my dream of a great kingdom of death!"

"Even if you achieve the body of death, you are not necessarily the opponent of the Demon King. Mandala said coldly.

"Ridiculous! Can the Demon King's strength still compete with the peerless powerhouse?" the Grim Reaper sneered.

"You haven't been in contact with the Demon King, you don't know, he's a man who can do miracles!" Mandala said.

"That's enough! In the face of absolute strength, there is no such thing as a miracle!" Death snorted coldly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said, "I should also absorb your Nether Blood." ”

As soon as the death myth was heard, Dr. Andrew walked in.

Andrew pushed a push frame to Mandala's side, and Death walked over and lay down on top of the push frame. Andrew moved over a device, and the needle at one end of the device pierced into the veins of the mandala's arm, and the blood was immediately seen flowing down the needle and into the storage bottle of the device.

The needle at the other end of the instrument pierced into the veins of one of Death's arms, and the blood drawn from the mandala in the storage bottle was slowly injected into Death's body.

The whole process lasted five or six minutes, and a lot of essence blood was extracted from the mandala's body.

And when these essence blood was injected into the body of the god of death, he suddenly saw bursts of rich evil qi constantly diffusing from his body, and the skin on his body seemed to be soaked in the blood, and it actually looked a little red, and there was a scorching heat from his body, and the most terrifying thing was the death qi on his body.

Originally, the aura of death on the god of death was already extremely gloomy and terrifying, but now this aura of death seemed to have condensed into an entity, becoming thicker and more viscous, as if the real god of death had descended into the world, extremely weird and terrifying.

In this process, Mandala's body trembled slightly, her already pale face became even paler, and bursts of stinging pain pierced her heart like a pinprick, and cold sweat continued to slide down her forehead and cheeks.

But she didn't say a word, gritted her teeth and endured, showing her own strong perseverance that is difficult for ordinary people.

Eventually, Andrew removed the syringe, and the Grim Reaper continued to lie on the pusher.

Andrew pushed the Grim Reaper out of the chamber and slammed the door shut as he walked out.

The moment the door of the secret room closed, Mandala raised her head suddenly, her hair was scattered, and a fierce look flashed in her blue eyes.

She knew to herself that this time the Grim Reaper would need a full day of dormancy to digest after absorbing the Nether Blood in her body. In other words, if she wanted to escape, she would have to do so within the next twenty-four hours. Otherwise, when the Grim Reaper fused with the Nether Blood she had absorbed, she would have no chance when she woke up.

Today is undoubtedly a great opportunity for Mandala.

In the Temple of Death, in addition to the god of death, there are two major death oracles that the man fears. But depending on the situation, the two Death Divine Envoys have already gone out on a mission. Otherwise, if they were in the Temple of Death, and the Grim Reaper had just come to absorb her bloodline, the two great envoys would have stood outside the door and waited as before.

The mandala took a deep breath slowly, and she slowly mobilized the netherworld blood in her body, and the netherworld power contained in the bloodline continued to surge out, making her originally extremely weak body gradually regain its strength.

"Death, you never dreamed that the medicine you poured into me couldn't suppress the power in my body at all!"

The mandala muttered.

In fact, a drug forcibly poured into Mandala by death can also be called a toxin, and its main effect is to weaken Mandala and suppress the power in her body. However, what other toxin in this world is more terrifying than the toxin of the Nether Bloodline?

When Mandala takes the other side flower to detoxify the mandala toxin in her body, her body also forms an antibody that is immune to the toxin.

With the passage of the world, the drug toxins that the god of death poured into Mandala's body have basically been broken down and digested by the toxin immune antibodies formed by Mandala's body, and now it has not affected her actions.

Mandala's hands and feet were tied to the cross with ropes, and she couldn't move, when the five fingers of her right hand slammed open, and in those slender fingers was a sharp but paper-thin blade.

Finger knife!

This is a finger knife hidden between the fingers, sharp and thin, which can invisibly put people to death!

The knife is hidden between the fingers, this is the secret of the mandala, and even the god of death does not know it. Otherwise, how could the Grim Reaper allow such a blade to be hidden between the mandala's fingers?

Mandala's right wrist was bent in reverse, and the blade between her fingers was approaching the rope that bound her arm.

The angle of the wrist bend was a little large, so it caused a tingling sensation, and the mandala endured it strongly, and finally the blade between her fingers touched the rope, and she began to slash the blade, cutting the rope bit by bit.

After a full minute or so-

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The rope that bound her right arm was successfully cut, and she did not hesitate to cut off the ropes on her left arm and both legs.

"Whew!"

After doing this, Mandala exhaled from her mouth, and after so many days, she was finally free from her restraints and regained her physical freedom.

But that's just the beginning.

……

Five more outbreaks!

This chapter is very long, more than 4,000 words, so that you can read it enough.