Waved the scythe in his hand and felt that it was not very easy but it was almost the same, after all, it was not a skilled weapon but it was just something that was taken out of interest, as for the ability, it seems that there are many abilities in this state that are not easy to show, but in the face of those undead skeletons, it is like this.

These believers didn't express any doubts because of Lin Feng's strange movements or even because he was able to turn into a blood spirit dragon, as if they were mechanical puppets without thoughts.

However, it seems unlikely that this NPC would have thought too much about the NPC that was originally made by the system, after all, the system didn't have any blood money at the time of manufacturing.

It's just a casual existence, which is naturally a random situation, and Lin Feng doesn't care about the believers who manage his Death God Temple, at least he doesn't betray him and doesn't get some moths out.

It was obvious that these believers had achieved the goal he hoped for perfectly, and they were even able to accomplish some things by themselves that Lin Feng hadn't thought of but were really useful without him having to pay attention to them.

Shaking the black robe, it was a little wide but it was able to hide people inside, and there was a black mist around the mask on his face, which made Lin Feng's face look even more blurred, revealing the palm of the hand that grabbed the scythe of death and put on a pair of black gloves.

There is no need to walk with his feet, directly suspended on the ground and a certain distance from the ground, the black gas permeates his feet, and the whole person looks a little mysterious, and in this dark city, there are only some oil lamps to emit the faint light, which adds a lot of horror to Lin Feng's appearance.

The two oil lamps were lifted by black air and suspended in the air, illuminating the surroundings, and out of this Death God Temple, darkness shrouded the surroundings, and in this darkness, only Lin Feng had a light here.

A player appeared in the alley and saw Lin Feng unconsciously retreating, and even the bloody dagger in his hand was thrown to the ground, turned his head and ran up.

"I judge, and you are guilty." The eyes hidden under the mask were extraordinarily scarlet, as if they were set off by this darkness, and Lin Feng's words were also deliberately pretending to be hoarse.

Rushing directly towards the player, the raised scythe was put down instantly, and a head fell to the ground, and the so-called white light did not appear to let him go back to the resurrection point, but a black gas appeared in the air.

And this black qi was directly crushed by Lin Feng, and it was wiped out, which is the portrayal of this player now, of course, Lin Feng also consumed a lot of energy to use this ability.

The system seemed to be very kind and didn't bother with the killing of such a player's soul, and didn't say anything, as if he was busy with his own business, and didn't come out to talk Lin Feng was also happy.

There is a extinguished oil lamp in this alley, and there is a footprint on it, which is obviously the player's handiwork, and a middle-aged NPC who fell to the ground next to the oil lamp is dead and cannot die again.

A puncture mark was found in the heart of the middle-aged NPC, and there were traces of rummaging on his body, a shriveled money bag was set aside at random, and it was stained with a lot of blood.

This middle-aged NPC Lin Feng didn't know, but that player dared to kill people in front of his door, this was a provocation, provoking the majesty of a god, even if it was just an impostor, it was not so simple to be bypassed, as for the final result, he was naturally sent to see Marx.

Walking through this alley, the little tail that was hiding behind Lin Feng also planned to turn a blind eye, and the black flames shrouded the corpses of these two people, and of course those relics.

It burned without leaving a trace, and if no one remembered these two men, then it could be said that they were really dead, and that they died without knowing that there was not even a tombstone.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Lin Feng, after all, he is not a saint and has the leisure time to resurrect a dead person, even if he has this ability, but this thankless practice is not his favorite practice, so collecting corpses is an exception.

The black flames did not release light, but made the surrounding light even more dim, although the flames were constantly emitting darkness and coldness, which was not the same as normal flames.

The scythe in his hand fell to the ground, making a long mark, and making a lot of noise, blood flowed down from it, and I don't know whose blood it was, and I don't know how much blood there is.

At least along the way, there was a lot of blood oozing from the scythe, as if it didn't need money, and it could be consumed and used casually.

This long trace of nature will not make people have any good image, not to mention that the god of death is not close to the living, and this kind of realm-like ability will unconsciously make many people leave the surroundings.

It's as if there is a kind of longing in the face of this area in my heart, and it is actually the rune of 'expulsion' that is constantly exerting its ability, and even the so-called living people are an illusion created by runes, after all, 'expulsion' can indeed only be used on living beings.

But it's not that no one can come in, as long as the thoughts in their hearts break through the limit of 'expulsion', then they will not be disturbed by this rune, and face Lin Feng, the fake god of death.

As for the little tail that followed behind him, it was like this, he was not disturbed by the 'expulsion' at all, and he didn't keep following closely, but he didn't know what the reason was, he didn't really run and stood in front of Lin Feng, and there was no threat to him, so Lin Feng ignored it.

If those people with murderous intent towards Lin Feng appeared near here, this would not be the result, and it was more likely that they would inexplicably disappear in place and be harvested by the sickle.

Walking out of the city gate, there was no one around, of course, it was not that no one found Lin Feng, but he only found that he was only in single digits, and when he saw the situation around him, he didn't just make a noise.

The closed gate of the city was particularly huge, and it was gently placed on it with his hand, but it was shrouded in black gas and opened on its own, and walked out, and this little tail followed, as if there was nowhere to hide.

The little tail walked out and seemed to find that there was no place for him to hide, and he was still looking around to find a place, of course, he was quickly interrupted by Lin Feng, and said in a hoarse voice: "Follow me all the way, aren't you tired." ”

Turning around to look at this little tail who was a little flustered, he couldn't see anything on his dirty face and clothes, he touched his chin and put down the sickle and said, "Give your soul, I will give you everything you want." (To be continued.) )