The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1333 Abyss of Death
Misfortune was continuously poured into the blood-colored sickle from between his hands, and with the injection, the blood-colored sickle began to gradually turn black, getting blacker and blacker.

In the end, it was as black as ink, and his pupils also turned black, not even the whites of the eyes.

"Boy, you will die this time!"

"Abyss of death!"

He raised the sickle blade in his hand, and the black sickle blade exuded an icy cold light. The moment he raised the sickle blade, the originally dark underground world darkened instantly at a speed visible to the naked eye. .

Just like the thick ink, even the light from the surrounding fluorites was swallowed up, and everyone couldn't see each other for a while.

Even the darkness seemed to isolate each of them, isolating them in another world, and they couldn't even feel the breathing of the people around them, as if they were the only ones in the whole world.

"what happened?"

Facing the sudden change, the people from the Poison Sect asked nervously one by one.

Living in the pitch-black world, all Leng Wuyou could see was darkness, and this darkness was very similar to the darkness he experienced in the blood vessel space before.

It's just that the breath is different.

If the two are compared, it can be said that they are insignificant.

At this moment, there are many negative emotions in the darkness impacting Leng Wuyou's Shenhai, and even impacting her state of mind.

Leng Wuyou was suspended in the air quietly, the Divine Phoenix Sword in her hand hummed, her gaze seemed a little blank, as if she was a little lost in the impact of those negative emotions at the moment.

He just stood there blankly, motionless.

And at this moment, a crescent moon fell from the sky, just like a comet hitting the earth, it directly smashed down towards the Leng Wuyou Tianling.

The speed of the crescent moon was very fast, as fast as a bolt of lightning.

It just fell straight on Leng Wuyou's Tianling, as if there was a silent explosion spreading around.

Waves of strong winds formed, blowing the black world in front of him into waves, like the black sea, constantly tumbling.

And the moment Leng Wuyou's figure was hit by the crescent moon, it exploded instantly.

It directly turned into pieces.

Even the fragments are still slightly shining, like the flying fireflies, gorgeous and eye-catching, mysterious and charming.

"Huh?" In the darkness, Shi asked a low question.

He frowned tightly together.

In fact, he has a sense of proportion. When he goes down all at once, this young man will not die, he will only lose half his life. But now he is not only dead, but also broken into scum, isn't that impossible?
What's the use of all this if he's a scumbag?Didn’t he have everything he wanted?

He didn't look very good.

It's just that if Leng Wuyou really died, and was really blown to pieces, what about the smell of blood? Where's the blood?How not?

Leng Wuyou is still just a human being who can't reach the Spirit Emperor. His body is only a mortal body, and he is not a god. After death, he will naturally have flesh and blood.

He obviously ignored this problem. In fact, the reason why he didn't think there was a problem with Leng Wuyou's death was because when their Holy Spirit died, it just dissipated into the world.

At this moment, his complexion was very bad, and he was very annoyed. If he had known that this young man was so weak, he should have put in some effort. Now, he has been busy for so long, but in the end he got nothing.

As long as he thinks that such a great opportunity slipped away from under his nose and was buried by himself, his heart will throb with pain.

He thought, why did God let him encounter such an unfair thing? He had just escaped from the seal when he encountered a big opportunity. He was buried by himself, which made him feel that he might as well be sealed.

(End of this chapter)