The Spider King Of Douluo Arrives

Chapter 123-Fallen Angel

After eating in the restaurant, it was already late at night. The surrounding black atmosphere filled the whole town, and he couldn’t see his fingers.

Qin Wei’s eyes turned purple, and he could barely see the road ahead.

Indeed, as the two old men said, this place has long been deserted. It was empty from house to house, and everyone moved out.

Qin Wei looked at the empty houses around him, and then at the place where the black breath spread.

It was a mountain, a mountain filled with black air.

The closer Qin Wei got closer, the more excited Death Scythe was, and the trembling frequency became more intense.

After walking not far, Qin Wei came to the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, one acre of farmland was deserted, and even the creek became black.

Qin Wei found that there was a road leading directly up the mountain under the mountain. Black light suddenly appeared in his hand, and the Death Scythe appeared in his hand.

The top of the mountain faintly exudes the same light as the holy sickle in his hand. Following the mountain road, Qin Wei walked forward quickly.

The scenes along the way can only be summed up in two words, desolate. The trees that were usually green were all dead. There are still some bones on the ground that do not know what kind of creatures they are. The bones are already full of cracks, and it has not been known for many years.

When I came to the top of the mountain, in front of me was a black iron rod half-done into the soil. There is also a sharp object like a spear above the iron rod, and I can clearly feel the energy on it, and the power of the death god on my body, like the origin.

Looking at the black stick in front of me, it seemed that I had guessed right. The black object in front of me was the last part of Death Scythe.

When the god of death came last time, it was said that it was more difficult to find? Here, isn’t it right in front of you? It’s hard to find, own luck is really good.

Just as Qin Wei was about to step forward, a figure struck Shattering Void. Qin Wei felt the breath of the figure, placed his right hand in front of him, and a black shield appeared in front of him, resisting the figure’s attack.

When the black breath disappeared, Qin Wei couldn’t believe his own eyes.

In front of him was a person, a man, with an angelic face, and two pairs of six-winged wings behind him. The wings were black. The Death breath throughout the body is very strong, as if he just came out of The Underworld.

A black holy sword appeared in the man’s right hand, pointing to Qin Wei who was holding a dead Sacred sickle, and said, “Who are you and why are you here.”

As soon as the man’s voice fell, a huge dark aura came towards him.

Qin Wei was almost swept to the ground inadvertently, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and the man in front of him had a breath far greater than Qian Daoliu, and even higher than him. Is it a “god”?

Qin Wei stood up with difficulty, placed the half-dead Sacred sickle on his chest, and said respectfully: “I’m here to get the back half of the sickle in my hand. Please do it for your convenience.”

After seeing the death of Sacred sickle in Qin Wei’s hands, the man was stunned for a while, then he laughed at the sky.

Seeing the man in front of him laughing at the sky, Qin Wei was a little dazed. He was still pointing his sword to each other a second, but now it’s like this again?

After the man calmed down, the black holy sword in his hand disappeared. Then, walking slowly to Qin Wei’s face, Qin Wei was about to back up, and the man waved his hand and said, “Don’t be afraid. I have been waiting for you for years.”

Qin Wei was a little surprised when he heard what the man said. It was the first time I met a man. Why would the other party wait for me for so many years?

The man smiled and said: “I know you are confused, I ask you, you are the heir to death.”

Qin Wei nodded and showed the sickle mark on his forehead.

Seeing the sign on Qin Wei’s forehead, the man could no longer control his excitement. He came to Qin Wei, shook Qin Wei’s arm, and said happily, “You are now in the nine trials of Death, which one has you been to?”

Perhaps the man’s strength was too great, and Qin Wei was turned upside down.

There are hallucinations in my eyes, and one person has changed four or five.

After the man calmed down, he put his hand on Qin Wei’s shoulder away. Qin Wei stayed in place for a while, and said, “Please, you should pay attention next time, OK? I haven’t tested it yet, so I’ll be killed by you first.”

The man touched his head embarrassedly, “I’m sorry, it won’t be anymore. Wait a moment, you just said that your nine exams have not yet taken place!”

Qin Wei nodded, and the man instantly lost his voice and said, “I thought you had already taken the fourth or fifth test, but I didn’t expect you to not even take the first test.”

Qin Wei puzzled: “Is there any problem?”

“This question is big, it marks whether I can return to the realm of the gods. You can’t complete the assessment, even I have to be implicated.” The man said excitedly.

After listening to the man’s words, Qin Wei could confirm that the person in front of him was a “god.”

But why did the “God” come to Douluo Continent?

Seeing that Qin Wei didn’t speak, the man sat on a big rock everywhere and looked up at the hazy sky.

Qin Wei sat down opposite the man, “Can you tell me what’s going on?”

The man looking at the sky sighed and said: “I am a fallen angel in the gods, and the messenger of the god of death sitting down. My name is Jels, and I have to talk about this matter from the gods.”

“Back then, I was a follower of the God of Death in the God Realm. The God of Death was a first-level god, and his status was extremely lofty. Suddenly one day, somehow, there was a small conflict between the God of Death and the Angel God. They were husband and wife, and they often quarreled, but One day the two of them fought a big fight. The realm of the fight was a mess, and the two gods spoke to each other, but it was useless.”

“In the end, the angel god cut off the death Sacred sickle of the god of death with a sword, which is also the sickle in your hand. As the sickle broke, the sickle fell into two halves and fell from the gods into the mortal world. It was a coincidence that at that time I don’t know what’s going on either. Reaper’s half sickle hit me on the head, so I’m here.”

“When I woke up again, I was on the Douluo Continent. When I woke up, my body was severely injured by the dead Sacred sickle, and my soul power was only at level ninety. Later, I relied on my own efforts, I finally reached the ninety ninth-level. When I was about to reach the hundredth level, I could become a god again, and then I could return to the god realm. When I was happy, I found my own breath and the half-death left behind. The Sacred sickles are connected together. But it keeps me unable to break through the 100th level, and can only stop at the ninety ninth-level. This is the reason why I can’t return to the God Realm.”

“One day the god of death contacted me. He said that only when the next successor of the god of death appeared and the Sacred sickle was taken away, I could return. So, I waited and waited. Here comes Pan.”

After hearing what Jels said, it’s no wonder that Death made himself become a god quickly. It turned out that all of Own’s subordinates were left behind.

“Then after I take away the dead Sacred sickle, can’t you repeat the God Realm?” Qin Wei said, looking at Yers with lost eyes.

Jels shook his head and said: “It’s not that simple. My breath and Sacred sickle have long been merged. If I want to go back, there is still one necessary condition.”

“What conditions?”

Jels got up, pointed at Qin Wei and said, “That is to make you the next god of death.”