The Demon King was dazzled by the seal of his hands, and then suddenly pointed at me and threw the Grim Reaper's scythe at me.

The momentum was incomparable, and wherever it passed, even cracks appeared in the void, and the space-time turbulence inside rushed out wildly, and the terrifying suction power came out, and the surrounding sea water, around the White Jade Island, slowly rotated, forming a huge whirlpool.

In the whirlpool, there is a column of water rising into the sky!

Fly straight into the crack.

The dragon sucks water!

It turned out to be a scene where a dragon sucks water.

Terrifying!

The Demonless King was pleased with the effect, and he stood in mid-air, pinching his waist and laughing.

However, what happened in the next moment made its laughter stop abruptly, and it suffocated back into its stomach, almost choking to death.

Embarrassed!

It's really embarrassing!

Death's scythe, stabbing at me...... No, it was coming at me quickly.

Originally, it was supposed to split me in half with a single sword, but the scythe of death was like a child who saw his father, and pounced excitedly, and then circled around me, did he rub my body with authority.

Paralyzed, I originally planned to let this scythe split me in half, and try my recovery power after becoming an immortal.

Now it seems that even if the Demonless King is tired of becoming a dog, he will not be able to control the scythe of death.

He stared wide-eyed, confused, and dumbfounded, with a big head on his bamboo-like body, which looked a little cute.

For a full ten seconds, the Demonless King burst out in anger and said foully: "Paralyzed, what is the situation?" ”

Demonless Ghost King: "This scythe of the god of death, when it fell from the Western Heavenly Court, it has already touched the original master's divine sense imprint, I have been in retreat and cultivation, refining for a full hundred years, this treasure, I hid it on my body, it is more precious than my own head, and now, in a hundred years, I have finally succeeded in cultivating." I planted 100,000 sigils on it, and I was finally able to barely control it and use it, but now, what the hell is going on? Paralyzed, can anyone tell me, what the hell is going on? Heaven, earth, are you playing with me? ”

Me: "Hehe, Devilless King, I want to thank you for sending my natal magic weapon back. It's just a fragment, but right now, for me, it's like a charcoal in the snow. In return, I'll let you die a happy death! ”

"What?! Is this a fragment of your natal magic weapon? I see! I see! But, God is really cheating on me! Hmph, I will spare your life today, turn back, and wait for our Nine Shadows Lord to merge with the evil gods and come out of retreat, which is your death date. ”

If there is no evil king, he will run away.

It's really fast!

After all, he is a ghost king of the 1,500-year-old Tao, and this speed is much faster than that of a rabbit.

In just an instant, the Demonless King had already hid in the void and disappeared.

However, before I could make a move, I just had a thought in my mind, and the scythe, suddenly, like a meteor, flew forward.

One stroke!

Just one stroke!

Cold, cruel, without the slightest bit of mud and water, the meaning of its existence seems to be to harvest life. In the void, the figure of the Devilless King was suddenly revealed.

His three souls and seven souls have been cut to pieces.

Above the scythe, a breath of death permeated the Demonless King, and his soul was annihilated on the spot, turning into nothingness.

The scythe flew back to me.

It swirls and dances around me, as if to ask for credit, as if to curry favor.

I grabbed the scythe.

In an instant, a familiar imprint flashed above the soul. Above the scythe, suddenly there was a black light!

The light is like a sun in the sky. It's just that this sun is black.

In the soul, a wisp of life and death is established, a deep and deep connection.

Puff puff......

A series of clear sounds, which were the marks that the Innocent Demon King had spent a hundred years on it, all exploded automatically.

Good!

It's just great!

With this magic weapon, my strength has been greatly improved.

A month ago, when I faced Tian Longxiang, I didn't even have the strength to fight back.

But now, I have become a member of the Immortal Sect, and I have recovered the fragment of my natal magic weapon, and now, an elder of the Immortal Sect, I am confident that even if I don't kill him, I can be beaten to half death.

Seven days!

For the next seven days, I went from island to island.

With the scythe of death, harvesting souls and ghosts is like tailor-made.

One hundred and fifty islands, plus the previous forty-six, for a total of one hundred and ninety-six islands. 70,000 ghosts, 100 ghost kings......

If slaying demons and demons is considered merit, then my merit is already immeasurable.

It's a pity that I haven't met the Immortal Master of the Lunatic Cult.

Even the powerful ghosts have only encountered a few fifteen-hundred-year-old Daoists, and even more powerful ones have not come out.

The army of powerful ghosts can't kill at all, kill this batch, and come again.

Jiuyou, what are you going to do?

Knowing that these terrible ghosts can't threaten us at all, why do you send them over like cannon fodder?

Hum!

No matter what bad intentions they have, I'll just kill. Come as much as you want, kill as much as you want.

Now, unless it is a powerful ghost who has practiced Taoism for 2,000 years, no matter how many comes, he will die under my sickle.

I looked up at the island in front of me.

That island, the name does not return.

It's a very strange place. In the deep underground sea, there are also creatures, which do not see the light of day all year round, once, I saw a whale, metamorphosed eyes, but even larger, as big as a 10,000-ton ship.

However, no matter what kind of creature goes to the island of no return, it will die on it.

At this moment, in the sky above the island of no return, there were golden light giant swords condensed by the Forty-Nine Heaven and Earth Destroying Formation shooting down one after another, rumbling like a helicopter bombing.

It's clear that there must be powerful ghosts destroying the barrier.

The four hundred and ninety islands, each of which is not independent, are connected to each other, forming a killing array with each other, destroying any of them, although it is not enough to destroy the entire formation, but it will definitely weaken the power of the formation.

They have to be stopped.

I held the fairy sword in my right hand, the sickle in my left, and the immortal qi blessed my body, and I flew to the island of no return.

The island is deserted.

Not even a single grass grows.

At first glance, it was bare, except for stones, and still stones.

As soon as I got to the island of no return, my brows couldn't help but wrinkle.

On the island, there are no ghosts.

However, on the edge of the cliff near the sea on the island, stood a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

The young man was dressed in sackcloth and linen, carrying a black broken sword, and his face was expressionless, like a stubborn stone, standing in the wind and rain, as if he wanted to be eternal.

In the sky, the golden sword shot down, but it was still ten meters above his head before it was drawn away by an invisible force and flew into the sea.

"I'm waiting for you."

He looked at me and spoke, his tone flat.

(End of chapter)