If they are hit head-on, even they will be very uncomfortable, and they will not be much inferior to Oscar's thunderstorm. In other words, the average strong person can't resist at all, and the only way to get caught in the trick is to become ashes.

"Bangle!"

"Bangle!"

"Bangle

“……”

The second, third, fourth, and more black thunders followed, becoming more and more dense.

Soon, the entire Chang'an was under the bombardment of black thunder.

When the Grim Reaper enjoys his work, he harvests life with "soul eater"; When the Grim Reaper gets tired, he hunts life with the "Shura Illusion"; When the Grim Reaper was furious, he swept life with "Shura Hell". This is the origin of the Shura Hell - the wrath of the god of death

When the god of death is angry, then the human world falls into hell, and today's Chang'an is the best portrayal!

The black thunder was raging, the dead lightning danced wildly, and in the rumbling thunder, the wailing and screaming were endless, one after another, and countless people were directly burned into ashes by the black thunder, or directly buried under the building. Countless frightened and out-of-control pets scurried around the city, and people fled from their collapsed houses, only to find that the terrifying black thunder was everywhere, and finally it was still doomed.

Corpses are everywhere, mourning all over the ground!

Life has depreciated to the greatest extent at this moment, and it can't be cheaper!

The entire megacity trembled with unimaginably powerful skills. The loud sound of buildings collapsing could be heard from all directions of the city, countless shops and houses were destroyed, the ornate Magicians' Guild was razed to the ground, the thousand-year-old Prague Palace was destroyed, Loma Heroes' Square was devastated, and Sophira, the mother river that gave birth to countless powerful people, was filled in......

This is a doomsday-like night, glorious and prosperous for a while, and Chang'an, the pearl of the king's world, is full of holes and ruined.

The four saint-level powerhouses were completely stunned, and Oscar was the Nine Heavenly Thunder of the Magic Forbidden Spell that he considered himself proud. Compared to Chen Lin's world-destroying Shura Hell, it is still too far and too far.

This is the ultimate forbidden move of a god-level master, immeasurable power and destruction.

"Hahahahaha......"

Chen Lin looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. The thunder flashed his face black and white, and he looked extremely hideous.

In anger completely blinds reason. After his body was demonized by the Underworld, the only thought left in Chen Lin's heart was to kill.

Get rid of everyone you see!

Perhaps it was the nature of Shura's fighting spirit, as the number of corpses increased, Chen Lin found that the stronger his strength became, the stronger his desire to kill.

So Chen Lin only knows how to frantically eliminate people, and enjoy the pleasure of exploding strength while venting his anger. One by one, the seals hidden in the Death Scythe were opened. All kinds of powerful skills related to Shura's fighting spirit have been broken one after another, using "soul devouring" as a medium. It is clearly mapped in Chen Lin's mind.

When the number of people who died under his hands was uncountable, his strength had reached its peak, and he did not vomit or be unhappy. At this point, the Shura Hell, the Wrath of the Grim Reaper, was inevitably activated.

Listening to the helpless and desperate cries of people from all directions, Chen Lin's heart became more and more excited, endless power was stirring in his body, and demonic blood was burning and boiling.

Hurricane, do you see, this is your funeral, it's grand enough, isn't it?

With a move of his right hand in a wild laugh, the Death Scythe returned to his palm, and he ghostly swept towards the center of the city, continuing to enjoy the thrill of hunting life in the Shura Hell, which couldn't be more wonderful.

What's more, having a person's head is an indispensable burial item at the funeral of the wind.

"Ahh

A petite figure was shocked and flew sideways in an exclamation, rolled on the ground a few times, and just fell in front of Chen Lin.

The prey delivered to the door, of course, can't be missed!

Chen Lin swung his scythe as usual, but his hand stopped in the air.

It's not that the person in front of her has the strength to rival him, on the contrary, her strength is pitifully weak. Just move your finger a little, no, blow and you can make it die.

At a time when people are hiding in their houses, even if they are killed by black thunder, they can at least die with their families in their own warm little homes, but this little girl of the human race does not even have a basic home, so she can only huddle in a corner of the street, like a frightened bird, suffering in this apocalyptic night—because she is a jobless.

The little girl's eyes widened, and she looked at the man in front of her in a panic who looked like a demon, exuding a strong aura of death and pressure, her delicate body trembled like chaff, and her silver teeth rattled, obviously terrified.

The only god-level master on the continent, the strongest, facing one of the weakest groups on the continent, the sickle in Chen Lin's hand did not fall for a long time.

Because in the little girl in front of him, he seemed to see another familiar shadow, the same helpless eyes, the same frightened expression, the same former unemployed, not even a home, and was subjected to people's eyes and bullying.

That girl is what he needs to protect with his life.

The killing impulse in his heart had also reached the extreme, and the bloodthirsty temptation was so strong that it was difficult to resist, but Chen Lin was trembling with the soul devouring hand in his hand.

With a roar of rage, the Death Scythe was ruthlessly slashed down.

"Ahh The little girl screamed and closed her eyes in fright.

But the pain did not come as expected, and after a while, the little girl mustered up the courage to open her eyes again.

The Death Scythe passed by her until it was out of handle, but it didn't hurt her in the slightest.

Strangely, cries of pain came from underground.

When the Death Scythe was pulled out again, there was already a bloody severed arm on it, and at the same time, a faint light shock sounded from the ground, from near and far.

The person who can silently lurk beside Chen Lin in a god-level state must be extraordinary.

The underground man was none other than the saint-level assassin who had seriously injured the blade mist before. He is also the only saint-level assassin in Chang'an-Frans.

Saint-level powerhouses are widely respected by the world. Even the enemy is no exception, and in addition to being strong, they are usually broad-minded, upright, and possess good fighting qualities.

However, Frans is a notorious fellow, he has the strength of a saint-level powerhouse, but he always likes to fight with despicable means, in order to win, the old and weak women and children who have intimate relations with their opponents, even those who have no combat effectiveness, may become his tools. Bad conduct, despised. Including the people of Chang'an.

Since Chen Lin's demonization, France has been lurking deep underground. Waiting for the opportunity to start, he noticed that Chen Lin, who had been slaughtering, suddenly became abnormal, and it should be related to the little girl in front of him.

However, before he could succeed, Frans suffered a big loss under Chen Lin's soul devouring. If not a quick response. It may be as simple as losing more than an arm.