Chapter Seventy-Three: What is Good and What Is Evil

The Grim Reaper Liquid Scythe of the Demon Night extended away with a slow speed, and with that extension, the scythe formed by the liquid became even more huge, faintly in that piece of heaven and earth, there seemed to be a huge scythe, across the sky, and a speechless momentum swept out.

"Roar!"

The night roared, the dry throat made a roar almost like a beast, and the crimson eyes shone with bloody light, and then the eyes sank suddenly, and the terrifying momentum came out domineeringly.

Woohoo!

The liquid scythe seemed to have a super power in it, and it spread in the sky, and the power shock wave swept through, and the heavens and the earth were like a hurricane of power, and countless boulders were lifted away and crushed into powder in the air.

The two powers almost obscured half of the sky, and the raging power shook the world and the world were buzzing, the space was torn, and all the qiē, as if under these two forces, were almost in a state of collapse.

In the end, the ten thousand fire rainbows finally brought up an arc of flames, and collided with the light of death in the pupils of the night darkness, without any sound, but felt that the heaven and the earth seemed to be quiet at this moment, and even in the place where they collided, there was no trace of energy diffusion.

In the sky above the Flame Lake, the two powers were like fierce tigers, and in that crazy bite, the endless fire rainbows seemed to evaporate under that bite, and the silky white mist rose up, and finally spread out directly.

The strength of the two Daos was extremely domineering, and the liquid scythe was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, and between the blades, black rays surged, and a terrifying aura swept out.

The two of them fell into a stalemate, one red and one black, two forces frantically biting in the heavens and the earth, and everyone in that state was eyelids jumping wildly.

"Well, yes, it's the Grim Reaper's Light, but it's still too weak relatively speaking. The old man turned his white eyes slightly, and looked softly at the strange liquid sickle above his head, and gently spat out a dry voice in his throat.

Phew!

And at the moment when the old man's voice fell, the pitch-white pupils seemed to be circulating at this moment, like a milky light, exuding the light of lotion.

The red rays shrank suddenly, as if they were like a giant heart, with a sense of demon night, but as the fire rainbow shrank, a more domineering force slowly spread out, and the space was shattered inch by inch at this moment.

The fire rainbow containing terrifying flames rushed into the liquid scythe with a bang in the blink of an eye, and suddenly fell into a dead silence in the scythe, and even the surrounding magic power did not fluctuate at all.

However, not far away, when the night darkness saw this, the red eyes suddenly turned white, and at the corners of the mouth, blood overflowed out, and the chest was also violently rising and falling at this moment, and the whole body was violently tightened, and a trace of green tendons surged out.

And just after a breath, the scythe of liquid, which had been quiet, trembled violently, and then a dull sound, as if resounding among all the creatures of heaven and earth, the power of the dead silence, the wind howled.

Bang!

As soon as the low sound sounded, the strange scythe was churning violently, and the colorful fire rainbow loomed, and then a thick fire rainbow, with a bang, swept out of the dark scythe, and in the spread of the fire rainbow, the strange streamer was actually scattered away, without resistance.

A huge colorful fire rainbow swept the heavens and the earth, and some of the surrounding rocks and trees were all destroyed and evaporated into nothingness under the heat, and there was not even a trace of ashes.

The flames that spread out, in the blink of an eye, drowned the liquid scythe, faintly, only in the flames, I could see a faint black streamer, desperately resisting, but to no effect, under the blow of the old man, a qiē and a qiē were on the verge of destruction.

The colorful fiery rainbow broke through the scythe, like a huge pillar of light soaring straight into the sky, and the power emanating from the whole body made people's souls tremble.

The pillar of light emerged, and then gradually shrunk away, and suddenly a dazzling fireball there, like a huge sun, released a terrifying temperature, and the destructive power contained in it, the heavens and the earth were humming.

The red sun shrank and rose, exuding an astonishing power in the air, and one after another the power formed a terrifying hurricane swept away, and the momentum seemed to usher in the end of the world, and the whole space presented a solemn atmosphere.

Ye Ming raised his head slightly to look at the extremely empty sun in the sky, his bloody eyes slowly faded, and his whole body was trembling violently, and his hands holding iron pins were full of blood.

The previous blow was a fatal blow to the situation, and even for that kind of power, he still couldn't fully grasp it, and he used it at will, and the load on himself was very huge, but even so, he still couldn't block the old man's move, how terrifying this old man was.

There was a slight bitterness in the pupils of his eyes, and there was an indescribable sense of depression in the eyes of the night night, looking at the sun in the sky that was extremely bright, and sighed softly.

"One move, still can't be stopped?"

However, just as Ye Ying sighed softly, the red sun in the air rotated slightly, and the domineering power suddenly rippled out, and under that power, Ye Ming's entire body was subjected to a huge sense of oppression.

The old man's gaze turned slightly, and his withered palm was lifted lightly, and then swept across the air, and suddenly the red sun was weirdly erased, and with the disappearance of the red sun, the pressure in the heaven and earth was also instantly relaxed.

With the disappearance there, Night Nether's mind and body suddenly relaxed, and then at the head, there was a terrifying feeling of vertigo, and the body slowly descended, but the gaze was firmly fixed on the latter.

The old man's gaze remained unchanged, looking at the vertically descending figure, his lips squirmed slightly, and then a voice was gently spit out.

"Pangu essence blood, the mystery of Chiyou!"

The faint voice fell, and the old man closed his eyes again, and the night was finally broken by the vertigo in his head, and his blood-covered body slammed into the ground.

Creak!

Not far away, a squeaky sound spit out, and then I saw a fiery red shadow burst out, landing on the chest of the night shadow, and gradually reflected its figure, which was the Di Fire Mouse.

The fire rat stood on the chest of the night night, its little mouth squeaking, and its purring eyes occasionally looked at the old man there.

"Don't worry, this kid's body is extremely strong, and this injury is not a big problem for him. The old man looked at the fire rat with some helplessness and sighed softly.

Creak!

Hearing this, Di Huo's little eyes rolled, as if he understood something, and he didn't call, just stood quietly on the body of the night night, motionless.

The old man smiled slightly, looking at the appearance of Di Huo Mouse, he also shook his head helplessly, and then frowned slightly, and his white pupils looked at the surrounding void.

"It's too much!"

A hoarse voice suddenly came out of the void, and then in the space next to the old man, it suddenly twisted, and then a figure slowly walked out of the distorted space.

The figure gradually solidified, an old man with gray hair, occasionally mixed with a faint trace of black hair in the pale hair, as soon as the old man walked out of the space, his cloudy eyes first looked at this devastated land, and then slowly looked at the unconscious night not far away, his expression changed slightly.

"Hehe, don't worry, the old man has sealed this area, and you can't see it outside. The old man sitting in the cross-legged seemed to know him, but he didn't get up, but the pupil turned slightly, flashing a different light.

"How is he... ”

The old man who was standing glanced at the sitting figure, and then locked his gaze on the fainting figure, a little hesitant, but finally it came out softly.

"Huolin, if it weren't for the accident ten years ago, maybe you would be the most suitable for this position. The old man with white pupils did not reply, but looked at the pale-haired old man, and said with some regret in his tone.

"Hehe, there is always someone who needs to be sacrificed!" Hearing this, Huolin's eyes flashed slightly, but in the end, he sighed and said.

The old man looked at the fire lin who waved his hand, and sighed softly, and then he didn't say anything, his eyes looked at the night not far away, and the solemnity in his eyes slowly emerged, and the slightly stern voice was gently spit out.

"Well, the guess is good, the power on this little guy's body seems to be the bloodline of the ancient Chiyou, and the light of death is indeed the exclusive product of Chiyou, but there seems to be something else in his body, and the old man can't try it out for the time being. ”

The old man looked at the night and said softly, the look on his face was unusually solemn. "But at the moment he is not familiar with the use of that power, otherwise it may be a great help for us, but fortunately there is still time for him to dig into. ”

"But is this really possible? Death's power is not something that can be controlled casually, and that power is just too evil. Huolin frowned slightly and said.

"Hehe, isn't this exactly what you think? aren't you just going to let that young man with the blood of the Grim Reaper Chiyou go on the right path?" the old man shook his head slightly.

"Well, that kid is living too hard, because the power is being treated differently, and maybe that's the best. There was a look of pity in Huolin's eyes, and he said softly.

"What is good and what is evil, this can't be distinguished, although Chiyou was known as the god of death in the ancient times, but what does it have to do with that power. ”

"If a person is good, strength is good, and if a person is evil, strength is evil. This little guy has a good heart, I believe he can do it, and we really don't have much time, we must be as prepared as possible. The old man said slightly, but the voice was becoming more and more strict, his eyes looked at the void, and the white pupils flashed with a complicated color.

"It's a mess!"

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