Black light flashed, and the twelve dark long swords broke through the defense line of Yu Ling Fei Dao. They seemed to be alive, as if they were absorbing Tan Ling's blood. The dark long sword bodies became more and more crystal clear, less primitive and more moist. , the lingering death aura is even stronger. However, the Wusen death energy flowing out was a bit strange, dark and faint, a bit like the fire of the netherworld. Finally, it made a few soft "swishing" sounds, flew back quickly, and submerged into the shriveled body of the god of death.
He walked forward with his hands behind his back, and came to Tan Ling. His eyes were deep and cold, and he said coldly: "So you came here, no wonder, this god, the Twelve Swords of the Netherworld, likes your blood so much, from now on. I’ll use you to feed the sword.”
Tan Ling half-knelt on the black mist, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the blue lines of the mecha flickered, and a vitality restored his injuries, and sneered: "Since my identity has been exposed, I won't hide it anymore." The technique was peeled off, revealing a childish face, a white T-shirt, and casual cropped pants. Everyone thought that Tan Ling was dressed very strangely.
Someone exclaimed: "Who is he? It's really not Qi Yixiao. Could it be that Qi Yixiao has been killed by him?"
Even Yu Shanggao, who has always been calm and calm, is no longer calm. No wonder Qi Yixiao's performance before was a little different from usual. Even the creature belongs to him, but the next scene makes the mirror earth world even more... The people were shocked.
A huge black and white mecha was enough to cover half of the black fog space. No one could see how tall the monster in front of them was. It was taller than the buildings of their sect, like a mountain towering in the clouds. Everyone quickly fled outside, Tan Ling had previously broken the transparent energy seal above the black mist, so everyone could get out without much problem.
But it seemed to be too late, because Tan Ling punched the head of the dark god of death, and the waves of fist force directly shocked them seriously. Some of the low-level people died on the spot, dripping with blood, and the green blood had a fishy smell. taste.
The Dark God of Death used his bird-claw-like palms to block Tan Ling's black and white mecha fist a hundred meters above his head, and then used the twelve flying swords here, "swishing" the twelve long black swords. The sword broke through the air and attacked Tan Ling's back at the fastest speed. At the same time, the black gold turbid spirit pool in Tan Ling's mecha terminal flowed along the terminal to the mecha's core defense system. The last twelve flying swords were originally one A layer of black gold energy shield blocked the outside, and the powerful magnetic levitation force quickly rolled up the twelve long swords. Tan Ling wanted to cut off the connection between the flying swords and the dark god of death. The dark long swords trembled and screamed, trying to break free from Tan Ling's restraints. .
The Dark God of Death sensed a vague connection between himself and the twelve flying swords. His turbid and depressed eyes suddenly opened, and the billowing black mist merged into his body. Upon seeing this, Tan Ling turned on the gravity thruster to the limit, and Accelerate the destruction of twelve flying swords.
Tan Ling had a feeling that if the mysterious old man in front of him regained his strength and overcontrolled the twelve flying swords, he would definitely explain it here. Tan Ling increased the magnetism, and finally the twelve flying swords became quiet. Tan Ling immediately Ling threw the twelve flying swords into a different dimension, "iFlytek tried to control these twelve flying swords. There must be sword spirits hidden in the swords, but they are still in a deep sleep state. Don't let them wake up."
"It's...Master!"
The Dark Death God completely lost contact with his twelve Netherworld Swords, chewed up his anger, and swallowed it.
"Oh, I was careless. My body, which is about to lose its vitality, is really difficult to suppress the powerful sword spirit. Whether I can break through depends on this battle." His words were faint and ghostly, even Tan Ling was stunned after hearing it. A little embarrassed, Tan Ling immediately regretted it. It was not a good thing to show his strength. The mysterious man before was just testing his own strength.
Then, he began to absorb the black mist with extraordinary means, without wasting a trace. Finally, he sucked all the black mist into his body, and it all disappeared in the blink of an eye. Even the dark clouds above the earth shrank back into the body of the dark death, and the huge black mist The pillars were also absorbed into the body of the Dark Death himself.
The alien forces in the Milky Way did not feel that the danger had disappeared. Instead, they felt extremely panicked. The controllers of the inner universe took the opportunity to establish a powerful defense system in the Milky Way. The empires of the outer universe applied to join, but they were all rejected. In desperation, They had no choice but to form an Imperial Alliance and accumulate all resources to build a defense system.
A middle-aged man in black robe stepped out of the black mist. He was as small as an ant in front of Tan Ling, but Tan Ling didn't think he was an ant and was still very nervous.
Tan Ling turned and looked at his feet. It was a black hole in the universe, and the upside-down sea of stars was so familiar.
"You guys are so bold, you actually ran here." He glanced at Yu Shanggao and others.
Several old people came out of the sky, wearing various lotus crowns on their heads and wearing different clothes. However, these old people were all peerless strong men who mirrored the earth. If the dark god of death had not been born, they would not be here.
However, the Dark God of Death does not care about these people. These people are too weak in front of him and have no interest at all. However, he looks gloomy at the moment. Instead of being angry, he is looking forward to it, because his words are very cold and he says: "I hope not to It’s such a disappointment to me, you are the third person to ask me to take action, no matter where you are from.”
"Senior, we know we were wrong." Yu Shanggao and others lowered their heads, not daring to make any excuses, as if they were very afraid of these old people. Luo Qianxue and Cao Xianhui also lowered their heads, not daring to look at the old man in front of them. One of the old men was Shuiyun Temple's master, Morning Star, and Cao Xianhui felt a lot more relaxed.
"Although you are extremely talented, you are too indulgent. But you have forgotten one thing. Many people with extraordinary talents die young. In this world, everything must be based on strength. If you do not reach absolute heights, even if you are extremely talented, you will not be able to do anything. It's of no use at all." At this point, Qixing's tone became slightly calmer, and he said: "With the advent of the Dark Death, even us old guys must be careful, otherwise our lives will be in danger. Okay, you guys leave now. Don’t come back.”
"yes!"
Although everyone agreed, they did not leave immediately. Their eyes glanced in the direction of the huge mecha in the distance and the middle-aged man in black walking out of the black mist. Fear had already entered their hearts, and their expressions were expressionless. cover up.
"Still not leaving yet!" Although one of the old men in white wore a white hair shawl and covered his face, two sharp rays of light shot out from his hair at this moment, making everyone feel an icy chill. They did not dare to stay any longer. Walk quickly out of the valley.
But Yu Shanggao and Wu Fan still stayed where they were, and the old man in white walked towards Yu Shanggao and Wu Fan. His body was as dry as a haggard tree, and his white robe seemed to be wrapped around a short bamboo pole. Coupled with his loose white hair, the whole person looked eerie. He made no sound like a ghost, his feet did not touch the ground, and he floated forward, exuding the smell of death.
Yu Shanggao and Wu Fan suddenly became nervous. This skinny old man was too eerie, and they felt their scalps were numb.
Yu Shanggao bowed his hands and said, "This junior is Yu Shanggao of Meteor Que Academy. If you want to stay here, if you escape from the fear before, I'm afraid I won't be able to progress any further, and this will give rise to inner demons." Wu Fan also agreed.
The old man in white clothes came closer without touching his feet, and the sneer from his mouth was like the cry of a night owl, which made people's whole body feel chilly. It was not like the sound made by a living person.
"It's good to be able to force the dark god of death to take action and transform into his original form!" He nodded repeatedly and stared at the tall black and white mecha in the distance. Two fierce rays shot out from his white hair. He kept looking at the black and white mecha. Although he didn't know the big guy in front of him. Who is he, but it can be seen that this person is extraordinary.
The two of them felt uncomfortable when they heard him praising the mysterious man like this. Especially when they heard him say the word "not bad", they felt like they were not praising his performance, but like they were examining the secrets in his body. Yu Shanggao and Wu Fan felt frightened in their hearts. The white-haired old man in front of them looked like an old ghost. His life was about to end and he was trying to find a way to rejuvenate his youth. Staring at the huge monster like this was terrifying.
The old man in white said calmly: "When did you discover that big guy?"
Yu Shanggao and Wu Fan stepped forward to greet him, "In the black mist space, this person can control ferocious beasts. Yu Shanggao roughly stated what he saw.
"You seem to be a little afraid of me. Don't be like this. In fact, I like young people very much, especially young people who are full of vitality and vitality." The old man in white had a low and hoarse voice. He took a few steps forward and looked at Yu Shanggao. Then his eyes fell on Tan Ling, his eyes were extremely hot, as if he was looking at his own belongings.
At this moment, Tan Ling swung his fist directly and hit the middle-aged man in front of him. A set of boxing skills quickly launched an offensive. But at this moment, the dark god of death suddenly changed. In an instant, he transformed into a black and white mecha similar to Tan Ling. A tall skeletal god of death, holding a thousand-meter black scythe.
The dark god of death is the son of the night god. He likes to wear a black cloak and hold a deadly sword.
Known as Death's Scythe.
Let the death energy wrap around the thousand-meter-long sickle! The sturdy sickle handle, made of unknown material, is almost as tall as a person, and is engraved with complex patterns. A long scimitar is attached to the top of the sickle handle. The scimitar was silver-gray in color, shining with a dazzling cold light under the reflection of green light. An unknown totem-like pattern is engraved on the top of the scimitar, which adds a bit of mystery.
The black sickle was filled with a terrifying aura. It was worthy of being a weapon of the God of Death. With one slash, the space was torn apart, revealing a deep crack.
Tan Ling's pupils shrank, and he raised his planet-like fist to break through the air with the Death Scythe. It was simple and crude, without any pretense. His fist was wrapped around Tenglong Wujin's turbid spirit, and he punched the dark green sky. The eerie... The Death Scythe was bounced back by the huge force of the fist.
The sound of electric arcs suddenly sounded in the void, and a large dark green hole could clearly see the stars and the sea.
Then Tan Ling raised his huge mecha palm and slapped it down. Suddenly, a gray lightning suddenly shot from the galaxy, accurately bombarding the dying sickle. The black sickle sword suddenly turned gray, and Under the injection of rich gray light, it gradually becomes larger and distorted. Transformed into a huge gray sickle filled with deathly silence.
This sickle is really too big. The length of the handle alone is more than three thousand meters, and the length of the 800-meter-wide blade is also more than one thousand meters long. On the blade, the gray crystal emits a soft halo like rippling water, and the gray light puffs out. The sharpness causes a large amount of black wind to appear around it.
It is conceivable that if such a murderous weapon makes a simple sweep on the battlefield, what a terrifying and bloody scene it will create!
The black robe turned sideways, and the black robe shook slightly. His frightening purple-black pupils stared at the huge black and white mecha in front of him. He raised the huge scythe expressionlessly and swept it down with force again. The sharp voice said: "Jie Jie Jie, it is stronger than I imagined!"
The silent mirror world of the earth accelerates its destruction, revealing the strange god of death, with a gray light emitting from the middle of the sickle.
Faced with the Death Scythe, Tan Ling jumped into the air, using his gravitational thrusters to rush high into the sky to avoid the huge Death Scythe that was sweeping across.
Then Tan Ling slapped his palm down, and the seemingly inconspicuous Tai Chi Divine Diagram in his palm could not be discovered even without an astronomical telescope.
But the silver sickle in the hand of the dark god of death slowly turned, and waves of air rolled up the earth. The old people on the ground rose into the air, and suppressed the landslide and ground cracks that came with their hands.
The giant mecha palm that fell from the sky, as the air waves surged, the black and white mecha giant palm rubbed against the air, forming a fiery red palm. In an instant, it was slapped on the head of the dark god of death. The huge sickle spun without a trace, and a streak of A giant pillar of death energy of unknown thickness rose into the sky and hit Tan Ling's giant palm.
"boom……"
Countless mountains crossed the river and soared into the sky. Tsunamis and mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, sweeping over half of the mirror Earth. Some sects were destroyed in an instant and corpses littered the fields.
Morning Star's face was solemn, and he said: "I'm afraid the mirror Earth cannot be saved. The strong ones are surrounded by ants."
The old man in white clothes said calmly, "This is normal. Who would care about how many ants they trample to death while walking?"
"What does the safety of our sect have to do with me? When I reach this age, will I still care about that?"
The sky sparkled with golden light, and the space was distorted, creating ripples. A white-haired middle-aged man wearing a silver lotus crown came out.
Everyone exclaimed, "It's... it's the saint from Meteor Que Academy. He's still alive." Several old men looked envious and surprised.
As he raised his hand, a majestic golden light burst out from his sleeves, briefly separating the black and white mecha from the Death Scythe.
Then a loud voice sounded, and he said: "You two, the Mirror Earth world has almost been destroyed by you two. Can you please stop?"
Then the middle-aged man from Meteor Que Academy looked up into the sky and said, "Since you are here, why don't you come out and see us."
Tan Ling raised his head and looked at the golden middle-aged man in front of him. This man was extremely powerful and must be the strongest person in this world.
The Dark Death God was not angry when he saw someone interrupting his offensive. Instead, he was extremely excited with the deadly sword standing behind him.
