"Boy, my father-in-law gave you a chance to commit suicide, a little-known person like you, my father-in-law would kill you with dirty hands......" The desperate father-in-law squinted his steel needle-like eyes, and shot extremely disdainful eyes from his pupils, and his voice was even more contemptuous to the extreme, and he didn't take the enemy in front of him in his eyes at all......

Although this person is a eunuch, he has been famous for a long time, in the army of eunuchs in the Hundred Flowers Temple, his eyelids are flexible, he is very powerful, and he is very trusted by Murong Junxiu.

However, his words of disdain and contempt could not be said here.

Because one of his human heads was suddenly slashed by Qin Shuang's sickle, and flew into the air, neck blood sprayed wildly like spring water, and his human head flew into the air, but the words "I still think my hands are dirty" came out of his mouth.

How did Qin Shuang make a move, how did he swing the sickle, except for Murong Junxiu, who saw it clearly, the others at the scene were not mentally prepared at all, and they didn't see what was going on, so they suddenly saw that the ruthless father-in-law, who was speaking out to shock the enemy in front of him, had a big head and flew up from his neck......

"Be careful...... Murong Junxiu's heart trembled, and the sound of warning only sounded at this moment, but it was too late, as soon as the word "careful" came out, one of the heads of the heartless father-in-law had been cut off and shocked into the void!

"Click, crackle......" The sickle flashed violently, Qin Shuang held the death scythe in his hand, like the god of death who harvested life, wherever he went, there were eunuch masters whose heads were cut off and rushed into the void, under his rapid harvesting of life, those eunuch masters who were surrounded by themselves and could force the land in front of them to kill themselves, no one had the strength to resist, and they didn't even have time to dodge......

All they felt was a flash of black light in front of them. Before he came back to his senses, the head was cut off from the neck and flew away, originally, for the first monk of the gods, cutting off the head of the person, as long as the godhead was not broken. Don't be afraid at all, don't be afraid, because the godhead can shatter the skull at any time, break the brain and escape, as long as the godhead is kept, you can urge the natal essence at any time and condense a new innate godhead.

But the death scythe was so terrible, its horror was exposed at this moment. The moment the scythe slashed the flying head, the sickle body had already burst out to absorb power, instantly absorbing the natal godheads in the brain cavity into a stream of origin essence, inhaling into the sickle body, and shining up one after another new blood-colored veins......

In other words, a scythe to cut off the head of a flying person is equivalent to the godhead being sucked up to the point that there is not a drop left, and it is completely under the sickle. Then the body and soul will be destroyed, and the dead cannot die again!

Qin Shuang took a step. Several human heads slashed and shook on both sides of him, and under the human heads, several fountain of neck blood splattered out......

That scene, as mad as it was, as terrifying as it was. How terrifying, Qin Shuang walked around at will step by step, the sickle flashed between his palms, he was like a terrible god who dominated death, walking on the earthly earth. mowing the grass like harvesting the lives of eunuch masters.

There is no one enemy under the sickle, and no one under the sickle has a chance to escape!

"......" Those flower messengers who listened to Murong Junxiu's arrogant and rampant words, their eyes almost burst out, and they didn't even seem to have the strength to breathe, the two eyes became wider and wider, and the mouth opened wider and wider, like a fish with its tail out of the water and dried up and thirsty, and inhaled vigorously, almost suffocating and suffocating himself.

The hundred eunuch masters who jumped onto Huapengtai were cut through the chaos by Qin Shuang with a quick knife before it was their turn to make a move, and they all died.

His speed, strength, ruthlessness, and ferocity were terrifying, so that the dozen or so flower messengers were almost frightened crazy by him......

They sensed Qin Shuang's power, only the god initial cultivation of the triple mid-stage realm, and any on-site flower protection messenger was the power of the quadruple early stage, Murong Junxiu was even more of the quadruple late realm, those eunuch masters also had good strength to cultivate, the ruthless father-in-law was a eunuch chief of the quadruple mid-stage realm, and the other eunuch masters, or the triple late realm, or the quadruple early realm, it can be said that none of them were mediocre.

But none of the flower messengers expected that such a powerful lineup of masters would be trapped in that young enemy with the momentum of encirclement, and according to common sense, it should be that kid who was so frightened that he kowtowed like pounding garlic, and begged to spare his life, which was in line with the truth in their hearts.

But I didn't expect that the kid was dancing like the lightning of death, cutting off human heads like cutting watermelons and chopping cabbage, and that crisp and neat energy could almost scare people crazy.

The flower messengers obviously sensed that something was wrong in their hearts, a big thing, but their spirit, will, and psychology were all intimidated by Qin Shuang's terrifying sound of beheading, as if their souls were hypnotized, hypnotized, and absorbed, and they were so shocked that they lost their souls and even forgot to flee for their lives.

"Click......" was another trilling sound that slashed the neck, and a human head that was very familiar to the flower messengers suddenly flew up from the neck......

It turned out to be the head of a flower protector, no wonder the flower messengers all felt that the human head was very familiar, and the huge shock scared them all over, and suddenly came back to their senses from the state of lost soul, only to find that the hundred and ten eunuch masters were all slashed and killed by Qin Shuang like a watermelon, and the terrible magic sickle had already slashed the demon blade on the neck of a flower protector, and the head flew up with a sickle, and the blood gushed out like a spring......

"You, you...... How dare you slash and kill the Flower Protector of the Temple......" Under the huge horror and shock of a Flower Protector, he raised a hand tremblingly, and pointed at Qin Shuang tremblingly, and the soul screamed......

Before he could finish his sentence, his trembling arm pointing at Qin Shuang, along with one of his human heads, was violently cut off by a sickle, and flew into the void with a whirl.

"Escape......" The rest of the flower messengers were simply frightened, and they didn't know who was desperate and roared, everyone didn't have the courage to face Qin Shuang's battle, they were all frightened by his killing and ferocity, and cold sweat beads broke out all over their spines, and one by one, regardless of their image, they turned their bodies and scattered as birds and beasts......

Under the impact of the general trend, even Murong Junxiu, who was in the late stage of the Quadruple Realm, couldn't help but turn around and jump off Huapengtai......

More than a dozen flower messengers fled desperately at the same time, and behind them, there were three unlucky eggs, who were cut off by the flying sickle and three bloody human heads, rushing into the void of the sea of fog!

Their screams were earth-shattering, and they were so frightened that none of the dashing and beautiful flower messengers dared to look back, as if they had blown up a group of chaotic beasts, and each one fled faster than the other.

"Hmph, a group of cowards who toast and don't eat and want to eat punishment wine......" On Hua Pengtai, Qin Shuang held the demon sickle in his hand, and looked indifferently at the figures who fled for their lives from time to time in the sea of fog, he killed him, I believe that he has shattered their liver and gallbladder, and killed everyone cold, there is no need to catch up and kill them all, besides, he is still worried that he will go, if Hua Pengtai suddenly hides again, wouldn't it be because of a small loss?

That Huapeng platform, as long as he is on the stage, he will not take the initiative to hide, after all, it is just a treasure god platform, not a natal artifact of higher wisdom!

"This Death Scythe ......" Qin Shuang glanced at the blade of the sickle on the hand, and saw that on the broad sickle blade, more than 100 new blood lines were grown, this sickle just now was like a glutton, crazy chopping momentum, absorbing the energy of the godhead, and actually sucked up more than 100 godheads' natal essence in one go, when he swung the sickle, he felt that every time this sickle absorbed a godhead energy, the slashing power increased by one point, the more godheads were absorbed, the more handy it was to wield and slash, so that he had a sense of scythe flying, slashing and slashing without stopping......

Qin Shuang's mind penetrated the body of the sickle, and he suddenly saw that on the broad body of the sickle, there was a devouring demon array, as soon as his mind approached the demon array, a fierce and monstrous ferocious aura rushed to his face, and that evil aura was full of death, murder, devouring, growth, strengthening, and murderous madness......

The blood-colored magic lines on the sickle's body are the lines of the magic array, in addition, there are hundreds of thousands of array lines that have not yet been brightened, if you want to absorb the godhead and fill the entire demon array line, I am afraid that the godhead of hundreds of thousands of monks will be able to do it?

This is just a core array eye of the central magic array of the sickle body, in addition to it, the tip of the sickle, the blade, the scythe spine, the sides of the sickle, the handle of the sickle, and so on, there are many more other formation eyes, countless lines, which need to be filled with the energy of the Rolling Godhead. I wonder how many monks' lives are needed for this death scythe to completely burst out with all its power?

"Could it be that this fierce scythe is really a guardian artifact left over from the God of Death himself?" Qin Shuang retracted that thought, and he was so shocked by the huge and complex death demon array that his scalp tingled.

However, even if it was really a Protector Scythe left over from the Grim Reaper, Qin Shuang would not kill on a large scale in order to activate the power of the stronger scythe earlier, he only killed the people who deserved to die, the people who should be killed! Although the Death Scythe was powerful and had infinite potential, it was just an auxiliary weapon for him, and his real magic power was the "Hand of the Kings", and he did not use the Scythe as the foundation of cultivation!

As soon as his mind moved, the scythe turned into a shadow of light and disappeared into his arm, like a small black scythe piercing the blue, it looked very inconspicuous, but who knew that it had just burst out with infinite ferocity, and it was a surging murder weapon that cut people's heads like mowing grass?

Qin Shuang strode towards the altar, at this moment he was the only one left on the Huapeng platform, he had plenty of time to check the altar, and when he looked closely, he found that on the altar, there were complex lines depicted, forming a sealing ancient array, maybe it was too long, and the sealing artifact under the altar faintly revealed a trace of powerful aura, which made people only get close and feel the powerful aura, and they knew that under the altar, there was definitely a divine artifact sealed. (To be continued......)