The serrated teeth of this scimitar hooked the shattered internal organs of the Hell True Hades, and when the tip of the knife left his body, the Hell True Hades God roared angrily and punched the White Death.

The White Death reaper smiled and picked at his fingers, and the Hell True Hades felt a sharp pain in his heart, and this pain acted within the divine fire, causing his movements to stop involuntarily.

He was shocked to find that the small scythe in his body, at some point, had already invaded his soul.

Without the realm of the supreme god, the soul of the god and the godhead cannot be perfectly united. It can only be wrapped in divine fire, constantly fusing with each other.

At this moment, the small scythe took advantage of the situation, and the godhead of the Hell True Hades God was ripped out, and the White Death God pinched it in his hand and said with a smile: "Thank you, I've wanted this thing for a long time." ”

The Hell God could no longer maintain his human appearance, his body swelled uncontrollably, and another head grew rapidly on his neck, terrifying and terrifying, the size of a zhang. His body, at this time, also turned into more than seven feet tall.

The changes of the true god of hell were all expected by the White Death, and his fingers quickly changed the technique, and the small scythe slowly transformed into a virtual godhead. In the transparent crystal, a small blood-colored scythe floated inside, exuding a dark aura.

The newborn head of the Hell True Hades God turned around and bit the other head in one bite and devoured it.

His body also changed again, turning into a god with eighteen pairs of gray wings on his back. In his left hand is a dark gold chain with a reverse cross hanging from the bottom. The palm of his right hand is even larger, holding a Scythe of the Underworld.

"What have you done......" the Hell God asked weakly.

"Of course, it's controlling you. The White Death said, taking out a skin. Wrapped in the godhead of the Hell True Hades, the Hell True Hades God suddenly found that he could no longer perceive the Godhead. After the skin wrapped around the godhead, it rolled on the spot and turned into a clone of the White Death.

He said happily: "A broken godhead is good, and it is easy to absorb. Not so much trouble. ”

"You've been trying to kill me for a long time!" the Hell God yelled desperately.

"Nonsense, otherwise how could there be so many artifacts aimed at you?"

"Then why don't you do it sooner......"

"Because I sold you to someone else, and now the buyer shows up, and doesn't care about your godhead, then he is biased against me. "The White Death was in a good mood, so he said a lot of nonsense. Su Jing asked his clone to assist in the battle, so he created the most powerful clone to Su Jing's satisfaction.

This doppelganger already has the strength of a lower god. It is equivalent to the cultivation of a qi refiner to the realm of heavenly immortals. If it weren't for this divine skin, he would have created a clone, at most, it would be the combat power of a fake immortal. There's no way, fighting across planes has to hide his identity, if he can't give any support, this is already the limit.

With this powerful doppelganger to help him fight, he will become a descendant sooner or later under Su Jing. God skin. It was shedding after he devoured the fragments of the fairy world, and it was extremely precious.

This doppelganger. Being able to hide the breath of the gods is the same as a qi refiner, and at the same time, he can perform divine skills and practice on his own. Even if the main body is killed, this doppelganger can instantly gain everything about the main body. It's like having a second life.

The White Death had lived too long, and he knew how to show his loyalty. Although he can make the doppelganger turn into a woman, it is terrible to cause the unhappiness of the carefree princess. The appearance of this doppelganger has still been adjusted a little, and it looks like a heroic human man. The eyebrows are rough.

This doppelganger was handed over to Su Jing, the only problem was that there was no way to hide his divine kingdom anymore, and the coordinates were in Su Jing's eyes, just like the moon in the night, and he could see it when he looked up.

After making the clone, the White Death said to the Hell True Immortal God: "Go ahead, play your role as the last." ”

The Hell True God can't even speak now, and is all controlled by the White Death. The warriors of the Divine Kingdom under his command did not know what was happening around the Divine Throne, and they all closed their eyes and waited for his orders.

The last three hundred warriors of the Kingdom of God did not go to the fairyland to ambush. They are the most elite power in the hands of the Hell True Hades God, and each of them is second only to the False God.

The godhead of the Hell True Hades was replaced, and the breath on his body was still the same, and the appearance was transformed into the form of a thirty-six-winged Hades God, which looked as if it had evolved.

The three hundred warriors of the Kingdom of God opened their eyes and bowed down together, saying congratulations to our gods.

The true god of hell can't say that he has suffering, and his current divine fire seems to be vigorous, which is brought by burning all life. If it burns like this, it will be hundreds of years at most, and he will turn to ashes.

When fighting, this attrition is even more severe.

No one could see the problem except himself.

Su Jing's fleet stopped, waiting for the spatial rift to disappear. The interception means arranged by the other party cannot exist forever, and Wu San is definitely not running away, just letting Su Jing arrive a little later. These cracks will not be produced again for half an hour at most.

The trap set by the White Death is not a problem to drag the other party for half an hour. The White Death has not yet sent the clone, and the clone has swallowed the godhead of the Hell True Hades Godhead, but it has not been refined, but it is just using the breath in the godhead to stabilize this divine kingdom. Otherwise, the Hell True God will not be able to control the Kingdom of God now, and this Kingdom of God will experience a great war and is in danger of collapsing.

Under normal circumstances, if the gods die in battle, the kingdom of God will not collapse immediately, unless it is a newborn god, and the kingdom of God is unstable. In order to restore his strength, this Hell True God consumed a lot of resources of the Divine Kingdom, and the White Death God would have such concerns.

Eighteen pairs of gray wings, waving behind the true god of hell, his heart was extremely bitter. Such a powerful force, but he can't be controlled by himself, and his godhead has been deprived, and the pseudo-godhead in his body is an artifact, which can't help him at all.

All the movements are manipulated by the White Death, and this manipulation is so skillful. The White Death didn't know how long he had been studying the Dao. If you are yourself, it is impossible to manipulate a lower god.

"Come with me. "The voice of the Hell God was cold.

Three hundred warriors of the Kingdom of God rose up in response. Their bodies, which were originally flaxen-colored robes, turned into battle armor in the blink of an eye, and the weapons in their hands also appeared, which were giant spears with long rods.

These giant spears, which automatically condensed with the minds of the warriors of the Divine Kingdom, were far stronger than most weapons made of metal. The weapons of the elite troops in Su Jing's hands are not as good as those of these Divine Kingdom soldiers.

These weapons can directly hurt people's souls, and once they are hit, just the painful rules contained in them can make the enemy lose resistance, and there is no need to cause serious damage at all.

The White Death God looked at this last group of Divine Kingdom warriors and followed the Hell True God out of the temple, and he was also a little regretful. After he came into contact with the Immortal Dao, although he understood that the Immortal Dao also looked at mortals like ants, somehow, there was a trace of pity in his soul.

This was originally something that the gods did not have, and human beings thought that the gods would have mercy, which was self-inflicted.

No matter how much human beings suffer, the gods will not have mercy. The gods came to the rescue, and it was not equivalent to exchange. You give your soul, I will let you live a few more days, or a few more days, and when you come to the kingdom of God, there will be no more freedom.

The happiness of believers in the kingdom of God is hypocritical, and it is just an illusion created by the gods in order to save time and improve efficiency.

You don't even have your soul anymore, where does your happiness come from?

Emotions: Emotions are real if the soul is autonomous. These emotions can also be turned into nourishment and absorbed by the gods. It's just that this emotion is too complicated, too dangerous, and too cumbersome for the gods to absorb.

Yes, the gods take the souls of living beings for nourishment, because they are afraid of trouble.

Just like mechanized farming, if you don't count pesticides, the average income per mu is not as high as that of intensively cultivated farmland. However, for large farmers, mechanized farming is the most cost-effective, because intensive cultivation requires too much investment, while mechanized farming, as long as there is very little manpower input, thousands of acres of land can be planted.

"Human, it's really pitiful, hey......" After the White Death sighed, he turned into a cloud of black smoke and attached himself to a God Kingdom warrior, and his doppelganger withdrew from the temple and entered the core of the God Kingdom to collect this God Kingdom.

This kingdom of God is a trophy, and the god of white death has a godhead, but the kingdom of God wants to give Su Jing and let Su Jing merge in the world of fairyland.

Wu Sanjue rushed into the temple with his ten generals, and immediately found that something was wrong, this was not a temple, but a trap!

Wu San laughed three times, and the spear in his hand struck the ground, and the entire earth trembled, and then, the raging fire erupted, and the range of a radius of a hundred miles turned into a blazing magma hell.

The army of Wu Sanjue, in this magma hell, had no fear, and his gaze fell on a metal platform floating from the flames in the distance.

There was a headless horseman guarding hundreds of gray-winged angels of the underworld on the metal platform, and in the center of the platform, a strange-shaped metal machine was about to launch at the army of the Martial Arts.

Wu Sanjue broke through the illusion with one shot, which was very timely, otherwise, the attack launched by the metal machinery would make him suffer heavy losses.

"Kill!"

A general flew up, followed by five thousand divine soldiers, and in the magma, his speed was as fast as lightning, and the flames parted, and a black path appeared under his feet.

The general was armed with a war hammer, a hideous metal mask, and the divine soldiers behind him were almost the same dress.

The warhammer flew up, and circles of light flashed on the warhammer, covering five thousand divine soldiers in the blink of an eye. On the bodies of the five thousand divine soldiers, the battle ring echoed, and the halo of the war hammer instantly turned into an entity, like a small mountain, and smashed towards the metal platform.

The mountain shaking hammer, a very common skill of soldiers, is used in the hands of this general, as if it can really collapse a mountain. (To be continued......)