"I''m ling Yefeng here. See who dares to touch my master! Die!"


    In the heaven and earth, with the roar of anger, people saw a large silver sickle whirling and chopping towards the virtual shadow of the dragon''s claw.


    Immediately after, there was a sound of exclamation: "death sickle! It''s death sickle!"


    "Death sickle!"


    "Sickle of ancient death!"


    At this moment, all eyes focused on the silver sickle!


    This handle comes from a real artifact in ancient times.


    One face after another, in addition to surprise, there is greed that is difficult to hide!


    Who doesn''t want to own such a divine weapon.


    Then, under the gaze of the eyes, people saw that the sickle of the God of death had been chopped on the huge virtual shadow of the dragon''s claw that was frantically grasping at the stone maple.


    "Ow!" faintly, people seemed to hear the sound of painful dragon chanting, followed by the huge and powerful virtual shadow of dragon claws, which suddenly collapsed!


    A slash of death''s sickle broke the unique skill of the northern imperial dynasty and destroyed the dragon claw!


    "Er!" the unique skill was broken, and the body of the strong Emperor Wu of the northern Xinjiang imperial dynasty trembled and a dull hum came out of his mouth.


    Then he saw the handsome Emperor Wu in white, with a touch of blood on his mouth.


    It seems that the proud dragon claw of destruction has been broken, and he himself has suffered a reverse bite!


    However, he stretched out his hand and wiped the blood at the corners of his mouth, then slowly turned around and faced the huge black vortex entering the nether purgatory again!


    At this moment, the black figure in front of the black vortex soon became the focus of the world!


    Ling Yefeng, the great emperor of death, the great disciple of Jiuyou, one of the three giants of the dark camp, and the current owner of the artifact death sickle!


    After the death sickle killed the virtual shadow of the dragon''s claw, a silver light shone, and then disappeared.


    When it appeared again, it had appeared beside Ling Yefeng and was tightly held in his hand.


    Ling Yefeng, the great emperor of death, dressed in black, with long hair dancing in the wind and holding the sickle of death, suddenly became the only one in this world!


    The eyes originally gathered on Shi Feng suddenly gathered on his Ling Yefeng.


    "Ha ha! Ha ha!" seeing Ling Yefeng appear, the strong emperor of the northern Xinjiang imperial dynasty not only did not get angry, but made a "ha" laugh and said with a smile:


    "It''s good for you to come back. It''s wonderful to come back! Ling Yefeng, who shrank in the nether purgatory, finally agreed to come out. The death sickle is really extraordinary! I''m bound to get it!" when the destruction dragon''s claw was broken, he naturally attributed all this to the death sickle!


    "Hum!" Ling Yefeng uttered a cold hum in the face of the staring eyes. For a long time, the dense corpses floated out of him like locusts and suspended in all directions.


    Every corpse is floating with a black smell of death, emitting a strong smell of death!


    "Ten thousand corpses array!"


    "Ten thousand corpses array!"


    "Ten thousand corpses array!"


    ……


    As soon as ten thousand corpses came out, there were bursts of exclamations between heaven and earth!


    Ten thousand corpses array, the unique skill of Ling Yefeng, the great emperor of death, is famous all over the world!


    Ling Yefeng stood proudly among the corpses, his face became very solemn, followed by his body, and suddenly knelt down towards Shi Feng: "Yefeng, meet the master! Welcome the master back!"


    Although his face was solemn, Ling Yefeng was very excited at the moment.


    Master is not dead! Shifu is not dead!


    "Well, these secular rituals, wait until you kill these dregs, get up!" facing Ling Yefeng''s kneeling, Shi Feng said calmly.


    Calling these peerless Wudi scum scum, from his tone, it seems that killing them is like a very easy thing.


    Before he came to netherworld purgatory, he passed Zhongzhou and went to the dark camp. As a result, he saw that all the buildings of the dark camp were destroyed and no one was seen.


    At that time, Shi Feng was worried about this disciple in his heart. Now he was relieved to see him here.


    Hearing Shi Feng''s words, Ling Yefeng slowly stood up, then hung a cold smile around his mouth and looked at the people in front.


    "Ling Yefeng, as long as you hand over the sickle of the God of death to us now, we can spare you from dying!" at this time, the overseas monk, the old ancestor Hong Kun, with a look of excitement and greed on his face, shouted at Ling Yefeng.


    From just now until now, his eyes have been staring at the sickle of death and never left.


    Looking at his appearance at the moment, I can''t wait to fly over now and snatch the death sickle from Ling Yefeng''s hand.


    "Ling Yefeng, give it to me! Give me the sickle of death!"


    "Ling Yefeng, take out the sickle of death!"


    "Ling Yefeng, if you want to live, hand over the death sickle quickly!"


    "Ling Yefeng..."


    At this time, these peerless emperors shouted at Ling Yefeng.


    The legendary death sickle is right in front of them. They really want to hold it in their hands.


    At this moment, the great power rises from these peerless martial emperors, ready to attack and seize the sickle of death.


    Ling Yefeng, facing more than 30 peerless Emperor Wu, listened to their words. He was not afraid at all. He sneered and shouted, "the sickle of death is in Ling Yefeng''s hand. If you have the ability, come and take it!"


    With these words, Ling Yefeng''s power of death worked, and all the power of death and the power of death from thousands of Yin corpses gathered on the sickle of the God of death.


    Closely following, the sickle of death trembled violently in Ling Yefeng''s hand.


    At this moment, Ling Yefeng, the great emperor of death, suddenly changed his momentum, and his long hair kept dancing like death.


    At this moment, Ling Yefeng, standing in front of the huge black vortex, has the potential that one man can''t open the pass!


    "Why? Come and get it!" when he saw that no one had rushed over, Ling Yefeng shouted at these people again, louder than before.


    "Kill!"


    "Kill!"


    "Kill!"


    "Kill!"


    Just after Ling Yefeng''s cry fell, bursts of low voices of drinking and killing came out of the mouth of these peerless Emperor Wu.


    A powerful man of the peerless Emperor Wu began to move!


    However, at this time, another cold voice shouted: "I''m not carefree, here!"


    When the voice just fell, the cry kept ringing through: "I''m Luo Qingchuan here!"


    "I Xiao Tian is here!"


    "I''d rather be here!"


    "I''m here!"


    "I destroy the sky here!"


    "I wait for the eight ghosts to be here!"


    ……


    With the sound of drinking and shouting echoing around the world, powerful figures appeared before the huge black vortex!


    With the return of Shi Feng, these Jiuyou people who originally hid in the netherworld purgatory finally appeared at this moment!