1900: C1900 dead race's Nether Slash

C1900 dead race's Nether Slash

The cultivation system of the dead race was to gather the spirits of the dead, and then convert them into a kind of rather evil energy. At this moment, they had poured all their energy into the black sickle in dead leader's hands, and naturally formed an extremely large energy aura.0

"What a strange weapon, it actually made such an ear-piercing sound!"

"Yeah, it sounds like the sound can get into your head."

At this moment, the people from both Temple Hall and Temple Hall could clearly feel that there were countless evil spirits screaming in their ears, and their voices contained an extremely strong penetrating power. Even if they were to immediately cover their ears with their True Essence, they would still be able to penetrate inside, and would be directly sent into the sea of souls.

In a short period of time, the weaker Disciples of the Divine Hall s and Beastman Warriors s had paled under the impact of the vengeful spirit's sound waves. Their heads started to hurt as they lost consciousness and fell from the sky.

"The sound alone is already so terrifying. If I were to be cut in half by a blade, I would be done for!"

Long Bufan said to himself in a low voice. He had already cultivated three Soul-Seal and his will was firm, so these ghostly wails were completely unable to affect him.

However, as the cold resentful aura continuously swept out from the sickle, he could clearly hear the sound of it colliding with his own domain and space.

Long Bufan could not guarantee that if the dead leader chopped down with his blade, the dual layered realm of law would not be able to hold on.

If it really was broken, then what would be facing them at that time would be the brutality of countless soul attacks!

"Tsk tsk, this scythe is an evil killing tool that I refined using countless vengeful spirits from the dead, and it now contains the endless grievances of all our Dead race member. If it were to be struck, no matter how strong one's will is, it would still be destroyed!"

dead leader revealed a sinister smile, his green eyes looked at Long Bufan and the rest, and in the end, his gaze landed on Wu Moying, he licked his lips, and his eyes flashed with a cold killing intent: "I just said, the person who killed my dead race, will definitely cause his soul to suffer the pain of being corroded, so I have decided ? ? I'll start with you! "

Just as he finished speaking, dead leader's body suddenly transformed into a ball of black mist, cutting through the horizon like a ghost, her speed was astonishing!

"Netherworld Cut!"

When the black mist spread to the dual domain that Long Bufan was using, a pitch black sickle suddenly extended out from the black mist. It was as if countless vengeful spirits were flying out from the sharp blades of the scythe, condensed into a substantial energy blade, and directly cut open Long Bufan's domain space. Then, it locked onto Wu Moying's body and quickly slashed down!

Wu Moying's heart suddenly sank as he felt the immense power of countless vengeful spirits instantly wrap around his body, preventing him from dodging at all, and even preventing him from using the true essence in his body to resist. Just like this, Wu Moying's body stiffened, unable to resist at all as the vengeful spirit energy rushed straight into his soul's sea of consciousness.

"Old Wu!"

"Mo Ying!"

Seeing this scene, the expressions of Dragon Fang, Liu Yunluo, Murong Yin, Qin Yuxuan, Lin Yan, Lu Zifeng, Ye Chen, Lei Meng, Long Yunfei, Hei Yan, Jiang Yu, Jiang Yu, Jiang Yu, Jiang Yu, and eleven others who were also from the twelve blood guards changed, and they couldn't help but cry out.

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