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Chapter 637 Slaying the God of Death

Territory of All Souls.

This is a huge conference hall, decorated with stars, sun and moon, etc. on it regularly.

In the conference hall, the patriarch and ten elders of the Myriad Spirits lined up on both sides, bowing slightly, and the god of death sat on the throne.The Wanling clan is not strong. There is only one god in the clan, and it is only a junior god.

Therefore, when the god of death comes, they can only assume the posture of the weak. Otherwise, the god of death can completely wipe out this race by himself.

The God of Death sits on a high platform and forcefully gives the Wanlings two choices: one is to submit and promise benefits, and the other is to completely erase them.The patriarchs and elders of the Wanling clan listened patiently, not daring to cum in the slightest.

Suddenly, the face of the God of Death changed drastically, and the breath in his body became unstable. At first, the power of death in his body was like a stream, slowly flowing and lost.But as time went by, this terrible passing was like a big river, passing swiftly and violently.

The god of death shut his mouth, he tried his best to control the power of death in his body, but it was out of his control.

who is it?Who is targeting him?Is it human race?

The god of death wants to follow the flow of power to find out who is messing with him.In the next second, his consciousness followed Shiwan Dashan, as if the secrets of heaven were confused, as if a ghost hit a wall, and he couldn't accurately determine who it was.

The God of Death was scared, really scared, but he couldn't show it, he could only show anger on his cheeks, like a precursor to a volcanic eruption, at this moment, the patriarchs and elders of the Wanling Clan were all shivering , Shrinking his head, for fear of being affected by the fish in the pond.

The God of Death just wanted to communicate with the Heavenly Emperor and ask the Heavenly Emperor for help. The next moment, the feeling of drawing power suddenly disappeared.

The God of Death stopped what he was doing, feeling that all this was an illusion.Eh, one five percent of the power in his body was extracted?What is this for?

"God? Are you?"

The old patriarch of Wanling Tribe boldly asked softly.

The God of Death glanced at him indifferently and did not speak.

[Ding, forging failed. 】

[Ding, congratulations on getting a thousand-fold return. 】

[Ding, congratulations on getting the Death Artifact: Eternal Night Sleeping Gauntlet*1000]

Qin Fang quietly looked at the Death Artifact in the backpack, feeling very satisfied in his heart.

Hehe, the situation of God of Death must be very uncomfortable at the moment.

Indeed, the God of Death thought it would be fine, but he never thought that an inexplicable beast suddenly awakened in the void, staring at him firmly, making even the God of Death feel afraid.In the end, with one illusory bite, all the divine power in the God of Death's body was swallowed up, and then transformed into an illusion, swallowing one-third of the abyss of the God of Death again.

This is also the deep background of the God of Death, otherwise, he will definitely be seriously injured.

Even so, the God of Death couldn't help spitting out a big mouthful of blood, only feeling the blackness in front of his eyes, and the feeling of weakness took advantage of it, trying to make him fall into a deep sleep.

At this moment, he can be said to be extremely weak.

If it is in the abyss of death, the god of death will definitely fall into a deep sleep and repair his injuries.

However, at this moment, it is in the race of all spirits. Although this race is not strong, which race does not have any backhands? With disdain, with disgust.

"Will the All Spirits return to the ancient gods? I need the answer now."

The god of death sacrificed his natal artifact, and his power soared to the extreme in the blink of an eye, which brought great oppression to the patriarch of all spirits.

To be honest, Patriarch Wanling also has his own little thoughts.

The god of death in this state was obviously severely injured?Want to kill the god of death?It doesn't seem to be difficult. If you kill the God of Death, it will definitely be regarded as a tribute to the Plague God, and you will definitely be able to get the protection of the Plague God.

If you go to the ancient gods, you might still be cannon fodder.How to choose?The Patriarch of All Spirits was silent for a while.

Even if it was the threat of the God of Death, he pretended not to hear it. He was thinking and weighing the pros and cons.

"Wan Ling, do you want to die?"

The dark arrogance around the God of Death soared again, and the coercion made the patriarch of all spirits feel the threat of death.

"We need to discuss, and please give God some time."

The patriarch of all spirits still wants to delay.

"I think you want to court death."

The god of death condensed the strongest blow, wanting to kill the patriarch of all spirits in an instant.However, this blow collided with the shield of Patriarch Wanling, boom, the sound of vibration continued to resound.

The patriarch of all spirits suddenly had a bottom in his heart, but the god of death suddenly felt bad.

This blow was the strongest blow of the God of Death in his current state, and it was blocked by the patriarch of all spirits lightly, which meant that the patriarch of all spirits was hiding a deep strength.

Seeing the God of Death in such a state, the Patriarch of Wanling immediately made up his mind and winked at the elders.

Now, the ten elders of the Wanling clan immediately understood what the patriarch was thinking.

Hum, these ten elders no longer suppressed their own realms. Impressively, all of them are gods, and the lowest level is also a middle-level god, and the highest is a peak god.

The god of death knows that something is wrong.

The next moment, the patriarch of all spirits also let go of the restraint on strength, and the strength of the peak gods can be seen at a glance.

"God of Death, this era is no longer the era of ancient gods."

After so many years, even a pig can travel far on the level of a god.The race of all spirits you thought was no longer the race of all spirits in ancient times.

Wan Ling: Do you have strength?Why not give it a go?

"seal."

The patriarchs of the Wanling clan, including eleven elders, immediately formed a 11*11 god-level phalanx to seal, preventing the death god from escaping.

"Wan Ling, it seems that I have underestimated you, but do you think that you can fight me like this? It's just funny, the heart of death is beating."

Desperately, the god of death mobilized the power of death to fight with these eleven gods and spirits, and the two sides were evenly matched.

The patriarch of all spirits sacrificed a divine weapon to suppress the god of death, but if he didn't cut off the bonus of the god of death to the god of death, he really couldn't kill him in a short time.

It doesn't matter, since the patriarch of Wanling dared to do it, he is 100% sure.

This hall of all spirits is not a vegetarian either, it can provide god-level power to all spirits and gods, and it is not a problem to fight against the god of death for a year.Moreover, the race of all spirits has asked for help from the Plague God, hoping that the Plague God can come sooner.

The god of death is not worried at all, asking for help?won't he?
At that moment, the god of death felt uncomfortable again, and the power in his body began to slowly flow away again.

This time, the God of Death's heart fell to the bottom, don't, if it happens again, he will definitely die here today.

Qin Fang: Hey, I just want to kill you.

Such a powerful god as Zulong, after being forged with an artifact, became weak and became like a dog. What about the god of death?Mad, I don't know if he can bear the second time.No matter, even if he can't bear it, Qin Fang will forge it; at worst, he will be beaten to death directly.

30.00%.

40.00%.

50.00% Three.

[Ding, congratulations on your forging failure. 】

[Ding, congratulations on getting a thousand-fold return. 】

[Ding, congratulations on getting the Death Artifact: Uneasy Death Stare (Sickle)*1000]

Qin Fang felt so relieved, the God of Death is really strong, not bad.

In the Hall of All Souls, the God of Death, who had been struggling to fight, was suddenly reduced to skin and bones. There was no longer any divine power in his body, and the whole person seemed to have aged for thousands of years.

This is not over yet, his death spring has been drained by [-]% directly, and it can be regarded as dry. Even the backhands arranged by the god of death in the spring are also drained of power and die.

Boom, the eleven gods of the All-spirit clan joined forces and seemed to be able to break through the sky, and the god of death died.

For a moment, the entire destiny began to cry.

Above the abyss of the God of Death, inexplicably, scarlet raindrops appeared and fell continuously. First it was a drizzle, and then it became a torrential rain. The sky seemed to have a crack.

This is the scene of the death of ancient gods.

This time, the entire destiny was shaken.

God of death, is he dead?

[My family of all spirits, I killed the god of death today, and take this as a lesson, and I am willing to advance and retreat with the human race. 】

This is the voice of the patriarch of all spirits. At this moment, it must be a sign of his heart.Moreover, this is a great opportunity to become famous.

Although I don't know what happened to the God of Death, his death can be blamed on the Wanling Clan.

At this moment, the Emperor of Heaven ordered the pot to explode.

"what happened?"

"Why do I feel that something is wrong?"

"The God of Death, so powerful, how could he be beheaded by the Myriad Spirits?"

"The Wanling tribe, I remember it is a small tribe, how could they kill gods."

"Emperor of Heaven, call for Emperor of Heaven."

One hundred thousand gods all woke up from their deep sleep, called the emperor of heaven, and asked the emperor of heaven to investigate, what is going on.

To be honest, the Emperor of Heaven was also very confused.

The Heavenly Emperor did receive the God of Death's call for help, and his avatar was dispatched immediately, but who would have thought that the avatar of the Plague God would also be dispatched to stop him.

The Emperor of Heaven had no choice but to deal with the plague god first.Hope God of Death can last a little longer.Who would have thought that this kid couldn't even last for three hours.

Isn't this bullshit?There's definitely something tricky about it.

No matter how weak the God of Death is, it cannot be wiped out by the Clan of All Souls in three hours.

"The God of Prediction, can you go back to the situation before the death of the God of Death?"

The Emperor of Heaven ordered that the God of Foreknowledge go back in time.

The God of Foresight got the order and wanted to go back, but he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Reporting to the Emperor of Heaven, the power of time has been blocked by a terrifying existence and cannot be traced back."

The Emperor of Heaven and the gods present were all worried. This kind of unknown crisis was the most worrying thing.

"Under the crown of the Emperor of Heaven, how is the situation of the God of Death?"

The Star God half bowed and asked about the situation of the God of Death, Abyss.

"There is still [-]% of the area in the abyss of death that has not been broken. It will take at least a million years to conceive the god of death again, and this time the god of death's thoughts have completely collapsed. Even if it is conceived again, it is not death. God."

In one sentence, the entire Heavenly Emperor Order was silent.

Especially Star God, his face was the ugliest, and his anger was almost overflowing.

From ancient times, the god of death was like a big brother to him, but now he suddenly told him that the god of death is dead.
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