Vol 2 Chapter 1451: God of Death

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The world was quiet, only the sea breeze was blowing, and the waves of the waves were whizzing.
The tenth round of the moon appeared for a long time without any attacks.
"Doesn't the robbery end here?" Some people couldn't help but express their doubts.
"No." Dashou Tombman's expression was particularly solemn. He turned to look at the boundless sea behind him, and his pupils shrank violently.
I don't know when, the sea is full of dead fish floating.
Some of them also rolled their white belly and struggled for the last time.
Moreover, more and more dead fish surfaced from the sea floor and spread towards the beach.
It seemed to be death, and it was like landing on Linlang Island from a distance.
"All! Ministry! Flash! Open!" Dashou Tombman trembled all over, and there was an indescribable sense of fear deep in his heart.
What made him even more sweaty was when large dead fish began to appear on the beach.
On the soft white sand beach, a pair of extremely dark footprints suddenly appeared.
There is a shadowless invisible existence, set foot on Linlang Island.
Footprints one after another, heading towards Xia Qingchen.
Passing along the way, all footprints are dark, and there are black smoke.
On the way, the flowers wilted, the plants burned, the snakes, insects, rats and ants were killed.
Looking at the flesh, Linlang Island was shrouded in a looming darkness.
Those who are inadequate in the star realm feel nausea, vomiting and dizziness.
Those who are less than the moon horizon will be panicked and short of breath, with a pale complexion.
Those who are above the moon horizon also have an inexplicable heartbeat.
The footprints went straight all the way until they reached the deep pit.
Xia Qingchen lay at the bottom of the deep pit, unable to move, silently waiting for death.
"No wonder the sacrifice to the moon turned out to be a breakout of the old king of the past." The sound of hoarseness, coldness, and a slight cough sounded slowly.
Xia Qingchen looked away.
Ordinary people can't see it, but Xia Qingchen's eyes can see an old man in an old black robe holding a half-roll of broken books and a chain of chains around his waist.
His skin was pale and paperless, without blood, like a dead body.
But both palms and feet are dark.
At this moment, his feet stomped on the ground, emitting black smoke.
"It turned out to be the of death." Xia Qingchen was hard to speak, and forced his voice with his mental strength.
Not bad.
The tenth round of the moon was not a projection of a boy.
It is a living true god! !
The of death made an ancient hoarse voice: "There is a record of King Lao Shen, and I still remember the little gods."
In the gods of the heavens, the of death is not a great god.
But it's not small.
He, who is in charge of death, sent fears from the soul to mortals and Jiu Tiansheng.
"Can take away the old king, the little has no regrets in this life." The of death was filled with emotion.
He used to be dust-free, standing high above him, and exuded the divine power that made him afraid to look directly.
I never thought that one day, it would be him who completely ended the life of the dustless king.
Xia Qingchen's mental power forced a line: "You betrayed me."
Undoubtedly, the of death is descended by the order of nine days, then, it means that he turned to the new god, Ningshuang.
"Shen Wang, even if I never betrayed, can you survive?" The of death slowly walked down the pit.
Step by step toward Xia Qingchen.
"I don't kill you, but the news that you are still alive has reached nine days, will King Frost God let you go?"
The of death is full of helplessness: "I am also ordered to do it, don't blame me."
"Can you use the orders of Ningshen God to quibble for yourself?" Xia Qingchen was surprisingly calm: "Without the orders of Ningshuang, you also want to kill me."
Who is most afraid of the return of the dustless king?
Is it frost?
No, she killed the dustless king once, and had the confidence to fear the king.
Those who are afraid of dust are the gods who betrayed him.
Because the dustless king returned, they were the first to be destroyed.
The eyes of the of death were rippling, and his mouth grinned: "Since the king knows, then, the little will not hide."
"The dead king of dustless is the best king."
He is about to start.
Xia Qingchen is not arrogant and impetuous: "The sad little will only be worthy of being a dog all his life."
"When you are a dog, it depends on who you are, and Ningshuang, I am willing." The of death said lightly.
Xia Qingchen said: "So, you can only be a dog, you can't be a god, because you don't even have a dream of being a god."
It is said that the footsteps of the of death stagnate.
He turned a deep light in his eyes: "God, do you want to do business with me?"
Xia Qingchen said lightly: "I will use it from today on, and I will help you become a god."
The of death was thrilled.
For thousands of years, he has been a of the world, and he has never been able to take a step forward to cover its reasons, and no one has given directions.
The king was misty, and he did not bother to point him at all.
Shangshen is even more cherished by the broom, and refuses to instruct Zhongshen.
Although Xia Qingchen is a declining king, his experience is still there. If he is willing to give directions, it may not be impossible for God to achieve it.
"Yes!" The of death did not think too much.
Because this is a very cost-effective transaction.
"I will hide the news that you are alive. As a price, you will help me become a god." The of death said slowly.
Xia Qingchen said: "Deal."
The two reached an agreement on this silently.
Benefits not only exist in the world, but also apply to the gods.
"You are badly hurt." The of death crouched down and pointed his finger at Xia Qingchen's body.
A voluminous force poured in, healing Xia Qingchen's broken bones and eroded lungs in a magical instant.
After all, he is a god.
However, Xia Qingchen also fell on the body together with a black chain around the waist of the of death, locking Xia Qingchen's wrists firmly.
"You repented?" Xia Qingchen stared at the of death.
The latter took the other end of the chain and shook his head: "No! I keep my promise."
His promise is to conceal Xia Qingchen's existence.
However, there is no promise not to capture Xia Qingchen.
"No dust, you are no longer a king." The of death said lightly: "I can hold you, why should I use it for you?"
He can imprison Xia Qingchen and let him direct.
Why do you want to grieve yourself and supply Xia Qingchen who has become a mortal?
"You are not qualified to talk to me about the conditions." Shinto of death.
He will not kill Xia Qingchen, nor will he reveal his existence. He will only imprison him for a long time, draining his value little by little.
"Actually, I don't bother to deal with a Zhongshen." Xia Qingchen was surprisingly quiet.
The of death was a little surprised: "You have nothing but want to break free from a god?"
He shook his head, feeling that Xia Qingchen was a bluff.
If Xia Qingchen threatened him, why did he fall into the present?
Until Xia Qingchen's fingers, three broken pieces flew out.
The debris exudes a gentle, peaceful light, which makes people feel calm under the bath.