"When the stars go to war, not a blade of grass grows", "In the world of Death, everything is extinct". The thunderous sound is paired with the ghostly roar of Death, and the three-kilometer-long eerie Black Scythe of Death seems to be alive, reacting according to the will of the Dark Death. The whole scene is as weird as it is.
Tan Ling is holding a star sword that is more than 2,000 meters long. The original star is particularly dazzling. The stars on the star sword emit blue light. There is a small world in the groove of the star sword. If this star alone was not placed in another dimension of the sword, no one would be able to pick up the sword named Star.
The white blade is sharp, and a bright and moist light flows between the knife, illuminating the dark world of black mist.
The dark god of death stared at the sword held in the black and white mecha's hand. The black mist of death in his eyes became thicker and richer, and his expression became more excited. His thousand-meter-high body rose into the air and raised a three-kilometer-long scythe. Sweeping towards the black and white mecha two thousand meters high.
Tan Ling also quickly injected the Wujin Zhuoling next to the mecha terminal into the acupuncture point space. His spiritual mind transferred the power of all things evolved in the acupoint space and injected it into the star sword along the veins of the mecha. The power of the stars absorbed the power of all things and circulated in the star sword. The sword energy makes this large or small sword more than double the size.
"Split the stars and cut the moon, turn the world upside down, the first sword of the star sword is unprecedented...!" Tan Ling roared, and the gravitational thruster sprayed out streams of blue flames.
"Bang bang bang..."
The collision between the tail flames emitted by the gravity thrusters and gravity acceleration engines and the air resounded through the sky.
The Star Saber was more than 2,000 meters long and 700 to 800 meters wide. Even with all his strength, Tan Ling could not lift it above his head. He could only drag the Star Saber and slash it. The Wujin Zhuoling in the mecha was almost hit by this. It can be extracted cleanly with one strike, and its power cannot be described as terrifying.
Tan Ling secretly complained, if he had known that using the Star Saber to perform the "Star" combat skill was so energy-consuming, it would be better not to use it. If this sword is not enough to defeat the Dark Death, he will not even have the energy to run away.
Meng Zikun lay on the broken ground, staring at the mecha in the black mist, and exclaimed: "This is too powerful, I'm afraid the entire mirror world will cease to exist if this knife is used."
"Yes! But it seems that the Dark Death God plans to take this trick head-on."
Ye Chen pointed at the Black Scythe of Death and said, "Look, the dense black mist of death energy seems to be more powerful than the black and white mechas."
The death energy of the fierce black mist instantly made the Black Scythe of Death grow a generation larger here. The Dark Death's large body was almost as tall as the sky and the earth. Its feet were the earth and its head was the sky. Tan Ling was also a little smaller in front of him. Circle, power is injected into the Star Saber. It is already very difficult to cast the Star Saber for the first time. Now there is no extra power to make the mecha larger.
Facing the dark god of death who was twice as tall as himself, Tan Ling showed no fear on his face, but the murderous intent in his eyes was even stronger, and the "unprecedented" he used still struck at the waist of the dark god of death.
Tan Ling is always at a disadvantage. This is not because Tan Ling is not strong enough, but because the God of Death is too powerful. Especially in the world of the God of Death, it is normal to be suppressed.
"Bi Tianhuang collided with the dead energy of the netherworld. After the roar, a metallic trembling sound rolled out. The ripples of the collision were like sharp knives. Meng Zikun, Xun Zitao, Ye Chen, Ru Yazhen and others used almost all their wealth. They barely managed to withstand this wave of residual power. You can imagine how much impact Tan Ling and the God of Death, who were closest, had to bear.
The acupuncture points of the mecha are constantly circulating, and the power is endless. The power of all things is flowing into the star sword. On the other hand, the death energy and black mist are also pouring crazily into the more than 6,000-meter-long scythe.
There was a stalemate for a short time, the weapons collided, sparks shot out, and thunder continued.
However, in this battle between gods and men, the "black thread of death" on the edge of the abyss and the world of Yingtian was suddenly caused to move. The dark, rickety old man from the Intelligence Department of the world of Yingtian had deep eyes and wrinkled skin. Stirring, like a dry ancient tree, he said calmly: "Check it, there is a strange movement from the black line of death, and a strong man appears in the abyss."
"The legal network is wide and open in every corner of the world. It is sparse and not leaking out. The black line of death is set up by aliens to monitor the abyss."
Behind the rickety old man, there is a man with fair skin, a curvy figure, and big eyes. Not only does he have outstanding appearance, but he also has a perfect figure. He is tall and slender, with clear collarbones and a graceful swan neck, giving people the impression that "everything from the neck down" It's the legs.
She frowned slightly, leaned forward and said, "Director, do you need to notify the Demon-Conquering Hall?"
The woman did not leave in a hurry and asked the questions clearly at once.
The wrinkled skin of the rickety old man wrinkled slightly. After a moment, he said: "This time you go for it yourself! It's time to go out for a walk and get some experience."
The woman bowed, bowed and stepped out, showing extreme respect to the old man.
"It seems that the alien race has been alarmed and is coming here." The universe management monitor said calmly.
At this moment, the sky has turned dark, and there are stars in the sky. The people from the Space Management Bureau are still watching the movements on the other side of the Black Line of Death.
The battle between the Dark Death God of Mirror Earth and Tan Ling was not over yet, and it unknowingly attracted the attention of the alien race.
The earth in the mirror image has collapsed. I am afraid that no grass will grow in a hundred years. Now it is completely a piece of scorched earth, with cracked mountains, broken rocks, and thick black mist of death. It is not an exaggeration to call this place the Nine Nether Hell.
In the dark night, there is a strange atmosphere here, and there is a gloomy black mist.
"It's been several days. In the stalemate competition of strength, the energy burst out showed signs of fusion. It's really weird. I don't know if it's the unprecedented energy fused with the dead energy and the netherworld, or the death energy and the netherworld merged with the unprecedented energy offensive. ." Tan Ling muttered in surprise. At this moment, he felt the ancient forbidden clock floating quietly in his mind move. Tan Ling was helpless. Could it be that it was about to rush out of his mind unreasonably and hit the inside of his forehead? The previous pain was still vivid in his mind, and Tan Ling didn't want to experience the nightmare pain that penetrated deep into his soul again. Although he couldn't kill anyone, it really hurt so damn much.
As soon as he finished speaking these words, he was suddenly hit by the death scythe with great force on his body. He staggered and fell into the black mist with a thump. Tan Ling was stunned and could hardly believe his eyes.
Tan Ling jumped up with a loud sound and looked back. His scalp suddenly felt numb and he quickly backed away.
Right in front, a cold and deathly man in black robes lay quietly there. The black robe wrapped the skull, just like the skeletons lit by the king of hell. The true body of the dark god of death turned out to be a body covered in black robes. The skeleton holding a scythe, withered bones, black and moist, flowing with splendor, braved the gloomy black mist of death, and used a move of death's ghost power to carry the stars with unprecedented combat skills.
The skeleton said in a cold tone: "You are very powerful, but unfortunately you met me and are destined to die under my deadly sword. My deadly sword will not kill nameless people. You are qualified to die under my sword. This is your honor." .”
When Tan Ling heard what the skeleton said, ten thousand mud horses galloped past, and he thought to himself: "Whoever wants the honor like you must have a big head, or be a fool." Of course, Tan Ling would not say that.
Although his strength is not as good as that of Dark Death, Tan Ling was seriously injured by the blow just now. The mecha is being repaired. Tan Ling wants to delay some time. Tan Ling cheers himself up. He cannot lose his momentum and lets Dark Death see the clues. I'm afraid He was really going to die, and the God of Death was still willing to talk to him, which meant that the God of Death began to feel that Tan Ling was a threat to him. At this moment, he wanted to forcefully hold up the body of the mecha, which was already at the end of its strength, waiting for the mecha to regain its strength.
Tan Ling suppressed the fear in his heart and said: "Senior God of Death, I am just a nobody. I don't have the honor to die under your sword. You should put away your precious sword and sickle!"
The black mist in the eyes of the Dark God of Death suddenly surged, and he said coldly and doubtfully: "Sickle? This god is a deadly sword, not a sickle."
Then he stopped talking and prepared to kill Tan Ling. The dark god of death had an expressionless face. In fact, he had no expression at all. However, he did not take Tan Ling's rebuttal seriously and felt that Tan Ling was more real.
Everyone in the world is afraid of death, including himself, but for some things, even if he knows that he will die, he still disregards his own safety, and there are countless allusions about sacrificing his own life for righteousness.
"What...is going on? Has he been defeated?" Xun Zitao felt a little scared, because the terrifying black and white mecha was no match for the Dark Death, especially Tan Ling's last move, he was still defeated. , everyone will feel uneasy.
Meng Zikun was also surprised and confused. He didn't see Tan Ling's embarrassed look just now.
They kept looking around. This scorched land was originally a land of high mountains and peaks, but now it was empty, with nothing but huge rocks on the ground. But the more this happens, the more people feel uneasy. They have lost this battle. Maybe the people in the mirror world will really be destroyed by death.
The sky is getting darker and darker, the stars and swords are dimming, the mirror world is dark, and a faint mist can be vaguely felt rising.
"Why is it so gloomy? It's getting colder and colder..." Meng Zikun felt a little guilty and felt cold all over, saying, "Is this the end of this battle..." He was so desperate that he didn't even want to adjust his breath. Death, why waste energy.
"Let's get out of here quickly." Xun Zitao felt that something was not good and he should not stay here for a long time.
"Leave here? Where can you go? The entire mirror world has been refined by the God of Death, and it will be the same wherever you go..." Ru Yazhen said in a low voice, with a chill on his back, and his face was pale, filled with helplessness and despair.
"boom"
At this moment, Tan Ling was knocked over again and stood up. He rolled up and got up with a splitting headache. His restless heart drove him into madness, and the ancient forbidden clock began to hit the wall of his golden mind again.
"Bang bang bang..."
It seems to have a sense of rhythm, like thunder drums charging into the battle in ancient times, with violent collisions again and again.
, Tan Ling almost fainted, and his huge fist violently hit the ground. Debris flew across the sky, and yellow sand confused the sky.
Blocking everyone's sight, everyone looked at the back of the black and white mecha in surprise. Even if the huge mecha didn't release energy, just with the huge force of the mecha's fist, a huge pit was smashed into the ground.
The dense death energy in the eyes of the Dark God of Death gradually softened, and he muttered: "What's going on with this monster? Is he suffering from masochistic delirium?" Especially when Tan Ling raised his huge fist and hit him violently. His head is not fake at all.
"What...what happened to this friend? How can he hit himself? Could it be that the Dark Death has used magical powers to control him." This joke is not funny at all. Only now did everyone know how powerful the Dark Death is, and how terrifying the black and white is. The mechas are no match. The God of Death didn't kill them just now. If they know that they are not even qualified to die under his sword, they will be angry to death because of this. They are not as afraid of death as Tan Ling, who cares about their reputation. Worse than death, of course they had no way of knowing this. Everyone felt chills and goosebumps all over their bodies, constantly glancing at the tall mecha and injuring itself.
The Dark God of Death did not take action or speak. He looked at Tan Ling doubtfully, trying to find out the problem, but found nothing. "I secretly guess that the other party is not willing to die under his sword and wants to commit suicide?"
Just when everyone was speculating about Tan Ling's situation, a golden light shot out from the black and white mecha's forehead, and the ancient forbidden clock finally touched the wall of his mind, turning into golden powder, and his miserable mind made an exception again.
As Tan Ling's roar of pain reached everyone's ears, the golden light directly hit the dark god of death's chest. Of course, this was Tan Ling's deliberate move. When the thing was about to rush out, Tan Ling hit him He adjusted the angle of his forehead, and just as he expected, the unsuspecting Dark Death was struck.
The huge skeleton's hind legs were hundreds of meters away. The more than 6,000-meter-long scythe slammed into the depths of the earth before it stabilized its figure. The black robe swayed in a graceful curve dance, and its feet were in a lunge shape. Both hands are holding a black scythe, which is more than a thousand meters thick. It is comparable to the huge feet of an interstellar battle armor. Black mist swirls around and submerges the sand and gravel on the mountain. The dust is filled. The waves of air are similar to the atomic fusion of a certain country. The air wave destruction caused by the bombing was several times greater.
Wu Sensen's Bone Claw is not much smaller than the Tathagata Divine Palm of the Western Buddha, and is even a bit larger than that.
Only the black robe looked a little tattered, but it was not damaged in the slightest, and it was still the same.
"Who are you, and what is this sudden golden light?" The Dark God of Death was a little scared. In his own world, he could be slightly injured. I have to say that this is an opponent worthy of his face. He was also the only alien in millions of years who could injure him. Although he was a little excited, he felt vaguely uneasy in his heart. The death energy in his body was restless, and he had an urge to rush out of his body.
"boom……"
The wall of the mind that turned into powder was completely knocked over by the ancient forbidden clock. A black hole with golden light oozed out golden liquid. This was the brain fluid and the source of power that supported the divine thoughts. But then the mecha terminal transmitted A force came and repaired the golden hole in his mind. Tan Ling was helpless about this, and after a while he still broke through it.
Tan Ling secretly cursed: "Damn it, look at me, Tan, I'm easy to bully!" Tan Ling was helpless and a little angry at the same time. Who the hell can stand this? This completely unreasonable thing, if you can If he lost it, Tan Ling would never let such a domineering and ignorant guy exist in his body. "
Tan Ling sighed softly and comforted himself: "You'll be fine once you get used to it."
The dark god of death was not far away. Although it was seven or eight hundred meters away from Tan Ling, it was only a matter of steps. In the skull filled with black mist, the black mist suddenly gathered, and he said: "What the hell is this thing, come out quickly!" The dark god of death shouted.
"boom"
As he wished, an ancient breath flew out from Tan Ling's forehead, and a dark and moist ancient bell gradually grew larger. Suddenly, a big earthquake occurred, destroying the lives of Meng Zikun, Ye Chen, Ru Yazhen, Xun Zitao and others on the ground. Sheng Li flew out, and the Dark God of Death was also in a panic, rolling far away.
"Bang", "bang", "bang"...
The ancient forbidden clock suddenly grew larger, and golden runes rotated around the ancient clock. The ancient forbidden clock was absorbing the black fog and death energy of the mirror world.
The Dark God of Death stabilized his figure. He actually panicked. When death came to him, he realized that he was also afraid of death. This was a feeling he had not seen for a long time. The last time he felt despair, the person who died was a foreign race.
Everyone could see the panic look of the God of Death clearly. Meng Zikun spoke in a deep tone and sighed: "It turns out that the God of Death is also afraid of death..."
"This friend is not simple, especially the big bell covered with runes." Ye Chen pointed at the big bell and said.
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