Ling Han almost exhausted all his strength to be able to block the second attack of the god of death, the scythe of the god of death had already touched his head, and he could harvest his life at any time, Ling Han did not dare to relax in the slightest, the mighty yuan force was like a long river flowing, continuously replenishing the soul bell, inspiring a more solid cyan light curtain.

In fact, Ling Han's actual cultivation had already been able to break through to the Jindan stage, but in order to avoid the backlash of the demons in his heart, he deliberately stalled his cultivation, but the accumulation of Yuan Force had already been abundant, which was something that the Grim Reaper could not predict, and sure enough, after the sharpest blow, the invincible scythe of the Grim Reaper could no longer advance a single inch.

Although the cultivation was suppressed in the Shi Dan stage, the insight of the god of death was not affected, and he knew that if he continued to continue, it would only consume the yuan power, and it would not have any effect, so he decisively drew his sword and retreated.

The blood-soaked Ling Han and the god of death hidden in a black robe confronted each other quietly, Ling Han stood upright, the dripping blood did not let him suffer the slightest damage, but inspired him to be more high-spirited, under the protection of the blue and white light curtain, Ling Han was like a high-spirited god of war, awe-inspiring, and the god of death three zhang away in front of him, leaning forward, the demonic red light shone in the dark night, Sen Han's sword shone on his withered but indifferent face, he was like a blood-devouring demon in the night, brewing the strongest blow to harvest Ling Han's life。

"You didn't disappoint me, such a strong defense is indeed rare in the world, but are you going to stand there all the time? You must know that you can only pass this life-and-death threshold if you kill me, if I stop and tear this space away, you will never have a chance again. The Grim Reaper looked at Ling Han, who was immovable, and asked coldly.

"You won't go this way, you haven't defeated me yet, and you're definitely not going to stop there. Ling Han said very calmly.

"I'll give you a fair chance to fight, but you don't even dare to make a move, but retreat into the magic weapon defense, since you don't dare to fight me, why should I take the initiative to attack, let you wait for your work, sit and reap the profits, do you really think I'm old and confused?" Death asked, he didn't know that Ling Han's defense was an attack, which wore out the sharpness of his attack, and once he still couldn't break through Ling Han's defense at his peak, he would start to go downhill.

The most powerful thing about the god of death is not the attack power, but when he fights with the monk, he seizes all kinds of fleeting opportunities to give others a fatal blow, his most powerful thing is the weird body and the elusive knife technique, such a tough battle is not his strong point, Ling Han takes defense as an attack, in fact, he takes a big advantage, once he fights with the god of death, the whole body will be exposed, no matter how powerful the soul bell is, the scythe of the god of death can easily break through Ling Han's defense from any angle, but now Ling Han can concentrate the defense of the soul bell at one point, and the god of death cannot easily break it。

"Because you're the Grim Reaper. Ling Han said slowly.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, well, well, I didn't expect that you, a young monk, turned out to be my confidant, you are really an outlier, an outlier between heaven and earth, but since you have met me, this outlier will be eliminated by my own hands, because between this heaven and earth, only I am the real outlier, I will not allow the second outlier to appear, you are dead. Death laughed.

It is precisely because he is the god of death, he is the god of death who harvests the living beings in the world, it is impossible for him to bow his head to a little monk like Ling Han, of course he can realize that Ling Han has a great advantage at the moment, but he is very confident, even so, he can also kill Ling Han, all this must be done by the god of death himself, any means and scheming, he has disdained to use it, he wants to use the strongest force to convince Ling Han's dead heart, didn't Ling Han keep saying that it was unfair? Since the Grim Reaper had given him a chance to fight fairly, he would definitely not give up halfway, Ling Han had calculated and taken advantage of him, he was not angry at all, but instead aroused his stronger fighting intent.

How sharp the blade of the Death Scythe washer, Ling Han's forehead was still bleeding at this moment, but Ling Han didn't care about this, but prepared with all his strength to meet the third attack of the Grim Reaper, after this attack was accepted, Ling Han's opportunity to counterattack would come, one blow, then decline, three and exhaustion, he exhausted himself, this was his only opportunity He must grasp it well, he tried his best to calm down his excitement, and hid the increasingly high-spirited battle spirit deep in his heart, waiting for that excellent opportunity to counterattack.

Death approached again, this time he walked more slowly, the bright scythe wrapped around his neck with a strange momentum, completely turned into a bloody blade, the whole body was blood red, exuding a monstrous bloody aura, the low whimpering voice gradually became louder, and finally resounded through this space, the ghost cried wolf, the blood shadow was heavy, and the originally peaceful space suddenly turned into a ghostly ghost, bloody and terrifying.

The blood-colored scimitar drove straight in, breaking through the white light curtain unusually smoothly, the god of death was overjoyed, and the scimitar swept obliquely, aiming at Ling Han's neck, only to hear "dang," The bell rang, the blood-colored sickle hit the soul bell hard, the strange bell instantly broke through the defense of the god of death, and wreaked havoc on the ocean of his divine consciousness, the god of death thought that Ling Han would take his third knife hard, and he didn't dare to break away from the defense of the soul bell, but he didn't expect Ling Han to abandon the soul bell, the god of death's body was slightly stunned, and the strange sonic attack was dissolved, and then waved his hand to forcibly incorporate the soul bell into his body, without the soul bell, Ling Han would definitely die.

The Grim Reaper received the Soul Attracting Bell, his heart was settled, he jumped up, and chased Ling Han in mid-air, he seemed to have forgotten that Ling Han still had the Reincarnation Wheel in his hand, Ling Han was not substantially harmed, he was too confident, thinking that Ling Han knew that he couldn't dodge his strongest third knife, so he could only abandon the Soul Attracting Bell and run for his life.

Suddenly, there was a sound of chanting in the sky, although the sound was low, but it contained a peculiar rhythm, like an ancient song of the wilderness, simple and heavy, suppressing the sound of ghosts crying in the sky, and a wave of ancient power of the Buddha was gradually awakening, and that powerful and ancient power gradually filled the space.

Huo Ran, the god of death, raised his head, Ling Han's figure in the sky flickered left and right, and this extremely strange rhythm, the void stepped forward, the blood-colored yuan power became more and more intense, Ling Han's momentum was also rising, the god of death did not know what was happening, but he keenly smelled the threat of death, and the blood-colored sword skyrocketed, chasing Ling Han in the sky.

And at this moment, at the last moment of Ling Han's Heaven Swallowing Nine Turns, he couldn't make the slightest mistake, he bit his steel teeth, did not dodge or dodge, gathered the Yuan Force of his whole body on his back, and resisted the fatal blow of the Death Scythe, Ling Han only felt a shock in his heart, the meridians of his body were broken inch by inch, the Yuan Force in his body was rampant, and the pain entered the bone marrow, Ling Han let out a terrible roar, his throat was sweet, and he opened his mouth to spew out a large mouthful of blood, and not a drop of this essence blood was left into the reincarnation wheel, and suddenly the silver-white light turned blood red.

"Death, today I, Ling Han, will use this strongest blow to slash your remnant soul. Ling Han burst into a shout, his body turned upside down, the reincarnation wheel spun rapidly, the blood-colored light skyrocketed, a terrifying Yuanli vortex took shape in an instant, Ling Han's Nine Revolutions of Heaven Devouring had been completed, and at this moment, it exploded nine times the combat power, and in the operation of the eighth level**, an extremely powerful devouring vortex was formed, and in this blood-colored vortex, there was also a thick black evil qi, it was Ling Han who inspired the hidden inheritance soul in his body, and this black evil qi quickly made the blood-colored Yuan Force vortex turn into a rich black, devouring the sky and the earth, and nothing could be dissolved.

For the first time, the Grim Reaper felt the threat of death, and this feeling had been given to others by him for thirty-five thousand years, but at this moment, Ling Han, a little monk whom he regarded as an ant, actually made him feel the threat of death very clearly, and the Grim Reaper suddenly incorporated the blood-colored scythe into his body, and the blood-colored light all over his body skyrocketed, turning into a thick red cloud.

If he broke the rules he had set at this moment and restored his full strength, then Ling Han would still be like an ant in his eyes, but he was a god, it was impossible for him to break his promise, when the Yuan Force Vortex appeared, he already knew that he had lost, so he was ready to destroy himself by himself, of course, he wanted to pull Ling Han to destroy together, but he was wrong again, he didn't know what the Divine Soul Inheritance was, that rich red cloud did not have the slightest effect, and was quickly swallowed up by Ling Han's Yuan Force Vortex.

The strongest blow can destroy the Grim Reaper!

Chapter 140: Entering the Demon Realm for the First Time

Finally waited until the demonic red cloud over there completely disappeared, Ling Han hurriedly withdrew the Yuan Force Vortex, and under the protection and help of the Meditation Divine Jade, he barely suppressed the boiling bloody evil qi and the escaping Divine Soul in his body, this was not a very simple process, Ling Han almost exhausted all the Yuan Force before he could barely regain his blood-red eyes to clarity, although this inexplicable Divine Soul Inheritance was extremely powerful, it was really difficult to control, if Ling Han had not obtained the Meditation Divine Jade, he would have been out of control at this moment.

The space that was broken by the Grim Reaper's finger disappeared, the vast space also disappeared, and the dense black clouds returned to all around, Ling Han was floating in the air at the moment, quietly levitating the scythe that had become rusty again in front of him.

Ling Han devoured the wisp of distraction left by the god of death, but failed to melt this incomparably powerful scythe, he reached out and scooped this scythe into his hand, and suddenly a divine sense transmission sounded in his mind, "Boy, you are crazy enough, proud enough, and strong enough, I like it very much, this death scythe should be temporarily stored here for you, if there is really that day, you and I can meet again, you will return it to me, I hope that by then, you can be qualified to compete with the real god of death." ”

At the same time, a set of wonderful mental methods were introduced into Ling Han's divine sense, Ling Han took a cursory glance, it was the unpredictable body method and the elusive sword technique of the god of death, Ling Han was overjoyed in his heart, what he lacked the most was the sharp means of attack, although he had two magic weapons, the soul induction bell and the reincarnation wheel, almost all of them were the main defense, if others were looking for trouble with him, he had the ability to fight, but if he really wanted to hunt down others, except for the cloud boots, he had almost no other means.

Although the Yuanli Vortex is strong, but if others hide far away, he has no way at all, now he has the Death Scythe, with that mysterious body, under the blessing of the Nine Turns of Devouring Heaven, the average Yuan Infant Stage monk can not escape his pursuit, and this scythe is the same as the Reincarnation Wheel and the Soul Attracting Bell, it has endless development potential, with the rise of his cultivation, he can exert more terrifying power, if Ling Han really cultivates to the Void Stage, as long as he has this sickle in hand, he will dare to fight with the Condensing Void Tianzun head-on.

Unexpectedly, he played a clever trick and killed a wisp of the soul of the god of death, but the god of death not only did not blame him, but instead taught himself such a precious magic weapon and mental method without reservation, this open mind and bearing, made Ling Han have more respect for this god of death who killed people like numb and talked about it.

He cupped his fists in the void and said: "Thank you for the magic weapon and mental method given by the seniors, the younger generations will definitely live up to the expectations of the seniors, and I hope that the next time I meet the seniors, I can really be qualified to fight a fair battle with the seniors." "These words are for the god of death in the void, and they are also for themselves, the son of heavenly fortune, the Chaos Holy Ancestor, and the god of death, these super powers will definitely not fall so easily, where did they go? How shocking has their cultivation become? These mysterious and unpredictable questions must be reached to the peak of the Cloud Desolate Cultivation Realm before they can be qualified to explore, which makes Ling Han's heart of seeking immortals even more urgent and firm.

Ling Han played with the rusty Death Scythe in his hand, rehearsing the mental formula left to him by the Death Reaper in his mind, and suddenly his body was like the Grim Reaper, gradually disappearing, and began to shuttle rapidly among the black clouds, these strange Yuan Force operation rules, Ling Han was like a treasure, and his body method became faster and faster, and at the same time, he tried to inject a trace of Yuan Force into the Death Scythe, and suddenly the rusty scythe suddenly transmitted a blood-colored light.

This blood-colored light was uncontrollable, and began to soar wildly, the blood-colored yuan power in Ling Han's body and the bloody breath in the death sickle fused, and suddenly aroused the blood-colored red light that was more than three zhang high, and the blood-colored sickle Buddha resurrected itself, and began to frantically devour the blood-colored yuan power in Ling Han's body, bursts of cold ghost crying and roaring resounded through the sky, terrifying, Ling Han couldn't help himself, and began to wield the sickle to frantically send out bursts of fierce attacks into the void air, his body was like a vague afterimage, practicing the mysterious knife technique of the god of death by himself。

Although Ling Han's body was out of control, his divine sense was still clear, although he was a little confused at the moment, he was not panicked, he thought calmly: "Could it be that this is a trap deliberately set by the god of death, and if he destroys himself, he will also carry me, and he intends to leave this scythe of death to lure me into being fooled?"

However, this idea was quickly denied by Ling Han, with the identity and cultivation of the god of death, it was impossible to leave such a back hand, which was too inconsistent with his identity, if he wanted to do this, it was impossible to let Ling Han's Yuan Force Vortex devour, since it was not the back hand left by the god of death, it could be that the bloody aura in his body inspired the bloody aura hidden in the scythe of death.

When Ling Han was separated from the White-eyed Eagle King and Feng Sanniang, he had heard them mention that on top of the Extreme Dao magic weapons, there were more powerful taboo magic weapons, and those forbidden magic weapons could also absorb the aura of heaven and earth on their own, and some could even cultivate instrument spirits, of course, this is very rare, this Death Scythe has existed in the world for I don't know how many years, and I don't know how many living beings have drunk the blood, even if they haven't cultivated a weapon spirit, it is very likely that they have a vague consciousness, and they can devour the bloody breath on their own and increase their own attack power.

Soon the blood-colored yuan power in the dantian was devoured cleanly, Ling Han has always devoured others since he stepped into the cultivation realm, this time he tried the taste of being devoured, the death scythe was like growing on his arm, how could he break free, after the yuan power was exhausted, the death scythe actually began to fight the meditation divine jade in the middle of Ling Han's dantian, and soon a milky white breath flowed along Ling Han's bloodline into the death scythe, the breath emitted by this meditation divine jade could have restrained the bloody evil qi, Ling Han was suffering from not being able to stimulate the meditation divine jade, but at this moment it did him a favorSure enough, the blood-colored evil qi surging wildly was covered by milky white light, and it could no longer be murderous, obediently breaking away from Ling Han's arm and quietly suspended in the void.

Ling Han stood panting in mid-air, looking at the rusty scythe in front of him with palpitations, this is really a peerless murderer, but Ling Han is also sure that he holds the Death Scythe in his hand, which can exert his attack power to the extreme, of course, if it is not controlled well, it is very likely to kill him, so before dissolving the bloody evil qi in his body, Ling Han didn't even dare to touch it again, Ling Han's heart moved, and the Qiankun Ring emitted a soft light, and put the quietly suspended Death Scythe into the Qiankun Ring, and then sat cross-legged in the void, took a few pills to restore Yuan Force, and restored his cultivation with all his might。

The last blow of the god of death, Ling Han took it hard, although there were no scars on the body, but the meridians in the body were very damaged, and then strongly urged the eight poles**, devouring the god of death and distraction, and finally was ravaged by the bloody breath contained in the scythe of death, Ling Han was empty in the dantian at the moment, and the meridians were miserable, he was recovering his cultivation, while carefully thinking about the gains and losses of the battle with the god of death.

Through this battle, Ling Han not only successfully passed the most difficult third level of life and death, but also obtained the gift of death, the death sickle and the mysterious mind method are the treasures that the monk dreams of, and the most important thing is that through this battle, Ling Han's mind is more mature and stable, and he has firmer courage and confidence to win in the face of strong opponents, for the future road, and the "way" he will pursue With a deeper and clearer understanding, all this is of great significance to his future advancement, although Ling Han can't realize it yet, but he has carefully thought about his understanding and feelings, and deeply imprinted those vague feelings in his mind, and his experience against the enemy has also been greatly improved, which can be said to be very rewarding.

After about six hours, Ling Han finally woke up from his contemplation, he stood up, his eyes were bright and firm, his expression was calm and persistent, his mind moved, the soul bell slowly flew out, the misty cyan aura enveloped Ling Han's whole body, and the dense black clouds around him were forced to be three feet away from his side, he slowly landed, and at this moment, under his feet, it was the Demon Realm, one of the three realms of cloud desolation that he had finally reached after a lot of hardships.