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"Huh?"

Seeing the thunder fluttering in the sky, the face of the god of death changed slightly.

His brows furrowed slightly above his handsome face, and the bright thunder light reflected in his gray pupils.

Then he put his eyes on Zhao Xuan, his face was calm, and he said in a flat tone: "Why bother so hard, you can't kill me, I just need to pay a little more to get rid of here, and you may not be better, why don't we just stop here, how about it?" ”

Looking at the fair-skinned and serious face of the God of Death, the corners of Zhao Xuan's mouth twitched, and he couldn't wait to poke a few holes in his face with his god-killing spear, and then pointed at his face loudly and told him, What did you do when you were Yin Laozi just now.

Bah!

Zhao Xuan sneered, then spat lightly, looking at the God of Death with cold eyes.

Is that your answer? Then I understand......"

The god of death sighed, and then he glanced at the sky, and a black mist gradually spread out from the soles of his feet, these black mist were extremely strange, it stands to reason that Zhao Xuan was the only master in this illusion, everything was under his control, but when this black fog appeared, he found that he had lost his sense of the area shrouded in the black fog.

Zhao Xuan's eyes froze, his heart moved at will, and the situation changed suddenly in the illusion.

The wild thunder in the sky suddenly became restless, hovering above the god of death, the endless thunder made the clouds a little dull, when they gathered to a certain size, a high-spirited dragon head suddenly gathered, and then poked out of the clouds and swooped towards the god of death.

"Trouble."

The god of death's gray eyes did not have any waves, he put his hand into the sleeve on his left, and the movement fell in Zhao Xuan's eyes, although it was very slow, but in fact it was extremely fast.

Under Zhao Xuan's gaze, the god of death slowly took out a glass lamp from his left sleeve, and on the glass lamp was a black handle, through the dim glass, he could see that there was a faint blue light flickering inside.

When Zhao Xuan's thunder fell, a faint blue torrent suddenly emerged from the glass lamp, and a piercing scream came out, accompanied by fear, pain, resentment, unwillingness, and anger.

"It's ......"

Zhao Xuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart was shocked.

Under the divine sense, the things inside were delicately revealed, and the faint blue torrent was actually composed of souls, and in Zhao Xuan's perception, each soul had different qualities.

When they came out, they surrounded the god of death, forming band of blue light.

The surging thunder dragon suddenly stopped, Zhao Xuan stared at the god of death with his eyes, and said coldly: "You actually desecrate the soul of the deceased. ”

The god of death also seemed to have an accident, he looked at Zhao Xuan quietly, and said flatly: "It turns out that you don't dare to do it just like this, I would have used other methods if I knew this, but ......"

His gaze looked at the dark blue light bands around him, and with a slight pull of his hand, dozens of souls fell into his palm, and then his slender pale fingers twisted slightly, and those souls suddenly turned into dark blue light and shadow and dissipated.

"It's just a mere soul, do you need to be so angry?"

Zhao Xuan's eyes were cold, and he didn't answer the words of the God of Death, the number of souls in those dark blue light bands was tens of thousands, but with his keen divine sense, he caught a lot of slightly familiar figures in that light belt, those were Tang Sect disciples who died in the war.

And other souls come from all over the place, so naturally there is no need to say more, this god of death is definitely one of the culprits in this war!

There is a reason why evil gods are regarded as representatives of evil.

Zhao Xuan took a heavy breath, only to see that the thunder dragon that had been stagnant in the sky was swooping down towards the God of Death again.

"It seems that you are not as kind as you just appeared."

The god of death said faintly, and the souls around him suddenly began to burn, and the painful sound was enough to tear people's eardrums.

A thin glimmer of light covered the head of the god of death, and the mighty thunder dragon could not break through its blockade.

"What kind of power is this?"

Zhao Xuan's heart was shocked, it was also the first time he had encountered this kind of thing, Zixiao Divine Thunder had always been invincible, and this was the first time he had met an opponent who was comparable to it.

After blocking the Zixiao Divine Thunder, the God of Death glanced at Zhao Xuan, and then his body slowly sank into the black mist under his feet.

Zhao Xuan didn't have time to think about it at the moment, looking at the god of death's gaze suddenly overturned, all kinds of violent rules in the illusion were presented, the earth, fire, wind and water were surging, with the benefit of killing the gods, and the magic of the eighth soul technique, Zhao Xuan's mastery of the illusion became stronger and stronger.

Under the riot of various elements, the sinking body of the god of death also stagnated a little, but it still failed to completely stop his movements.

The dark cloud of death pervades it, and death represents silence, and all attacks that enter it are invisible.

Whether it's thunder, storms, fire, ice, rocks, space, poison, darkness, spirit......

"You can't stop me."

The body sank slowly, and slowly the god of death only revealed the upper half of his body, and the rest of his body was still exposed, facing Zhao Xuan's heavy gaze, the god of death said with a flat face.

"Since these things don't help you, then...... Pure power! ”

Suddenly, Zhao Xuan's figure suddenly appeared in front of the God of Death, the God of Death's eyes were stunned, and in the same place, Zhao Xuan's figure was still here.

"Soul Skill!"

The god of death's heart sank, and the scythe of death quickly condensed above the cloud of death.

But it was too late, and the moment the Scythe of Death appeared, Zhao Xuan's fist had already slammed down.

Among the cultivation of a body, Zhao Xuan's strongest is strength!

At the moment when Zhao Xuan clenched his fist, the void trembled slightly, and the entire illusion began to shatter, and when it swung down, the space also screamed.

"Bang!"

An inaudible sound sounded, and the space shattered like glass, and the iron fist covered with a glimmer of light fell on top of the god of death's head.

"Boom!"

A huge wave of qi dissipated towards the surroundings, and the cloud of death shattered.

"Whew!"

Zhao Xuan stood above the void, a long breath came out of his mouth and nose, and he was about to look around, but he heard Tang San's anxious call.

"Be careful!"

Zhao Xuan had a strong sense of crisis in his heart, as if he was in the cold, he looked back a little stiffly, but he heard a muffled snort, and then a bright red blood sprinkled on his face, making him fall into a stupor in an instant...... I want to talk about "Douluo's Strange Number" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~