Douluo: The God of Death returns, shocking Ning Rongrong at the beginning

"This vast energy fluctuation..." The expression of the God of Death gradually changed, and he became more convinced that if he could not kill Chenchuan, then only death would be waiting for them.

Thinking of this, the God of Death took out his artifact, the Death Umbrella. With the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling, the Death Umbrella opened instantly. Countless black undead continued to gather, and then ran under him under his control. The Shura God rushed away.

They are just divine thoughts in this world. It is undoubtedly not a dream to resist their own attacks.

Boom!

Huge explosions swept away the ups and downs, and the surging soul power spread crazily to the surroundings, and the air became distorted wherever it passed.

The god of death suddenly waved his big hand, and thousands of innocent souls bitten the soldiers beneath him frantically. Screams and cries continued to sound.

However, in the eyes of the God of Death, these people are nothing more than ants, and they can be wiped out in a flash of their sleeves.

"Shura, Poseidon, I say it again, it's not too late to leave now, otherwise you will become my prey today!"

This is also the last advice from the God of Death. If the two of them are still unwilling to leave, then he will directly destroy their spiritual thoughts. By that time, Shura and Poseidon will no longer exist in this world.

Poseidon laughed and said: "Death, you really underestimate us. Although it is difficult to win today's battle, you can give it a try. As long as we delay time for this little guy, you will definitely die."

Seeing that the two of them were so stubborn, the God of Death was too lazy to continue talking nonsense. He arrived here in an instant, his right fist pressed hard on the ground, and a surging energy surged crazily.

Pfft!

Golden blood spurted out from the mouths of the two people, and the bodies of the two god-level experts hit the ground directly, leaving a hundred-meter deep pit on the entire ground.

"His power is too strong. If the main body can be here, it can certainly destroy him!"

Poseidon, the god of the sea, stood up from the ground with difficulty and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. At the same time, his bones crackled, and he was obviously in a state of exhaustion.

Looking back at God Shura, I found that his body had shown signs of being broken. It was obvious that God Shura had reached an irresistible level.

If this continues, something might happen.

"Shura, are you okay?"

"Can't die."

God Shura climbed up from the ground with difficulty, and his mind was broken, as if he might completely disappear from this world at any time.

Poseidon reminded hurriedly: "Shura, I'm here to stop him. You should stabilize your spiritual thoughts immediately. Once your spiritual thoughts are broken, there will be no Shura god in Douluo Continent from now on."

"No need, since I promised that little guy, I will not leave here for even half a step. Even if my mind is broken, I will not take a step back!"

God Shura strengthened his determination. He could feel that the other party was not only for Chenchuan, but also for the entire continent and even the God Realm.

So no matter what, he couldn't let them harm Chenchuan. Only he could protect the people of this continent, and only he could help the God Realm avoid the pain of war.

"Since you are looking for death, I will send you to three different places as souls. In this case, your journey through this world will not be in vain."

With that said, the God of Death raised his right hand again...

Within the artistic conception.

Chenchuan's eyes were filled with darkness, he couldn't see his fingers and couldn't see where he was.

Just when he was at a loss, a white light suddenly lit up in front of his eyes, and then the scenery in front of him changed from black to a special open space. "Didn't I die and this is hell?"

Chenchuan looked around, somewhat confused as to where he was.

Before his memory faded, he clearly felt that his body was penetrated by the Rakshasa Demon Scythe. The stinging pain was the same as the illusion of tens of millions of years, making him feel unable to breathe.

Chenchuan touched his chest and walked forward at a loss. The land beneath him was like water, with ripples rising with every step he took.

"You finally came."

Suddenly, a clear and powerful voice sounded next to Chenchuan's ears.

Chenchuan immediately turned around, looked at the illusion around him, frowned and asked: "I don't know which senior is here, so don't joke with me."

"Hehehe, the mighty God of Killing, could he be frightened by invisible people?"

The old man was dressed in dark robes, and there was nothing special about his face. If you ignored his white hair, he was almost no different from ordinary old men.

At this moment, the old man was sitting cross-legged among the flower buds, his old face staring at Chenchuan with an inexplicable smile.

Chenchuan looked at the old man in front of him with some confusion. He didn't understand who he was and why he was waiting for him here.

The old man spoke slowly: "My name is Long Zhentian, you can call me Tiandao."

"You are the way of heaven?!" Chenchuan suppressed the shock in his heart and respectfully gave a junior salute to the old man sitting cross-legged among the flame buds.

"Hehehe, boy, maybe we have met once, but maybe we have never met."

Hearing this, Chenchuan looked puzzled.

I've never seen him before.

And there is no information about him in the memory.

Long Zhentian stroked his pale beard and said with a smile: "Do you still remember the person who took you to the killing city?"

Of course Chenchuan remembered that if it hadn't been for that guy, he would never have become what he is today, let alone kill countless people and become a demon.

"That person is my clone. After taking you to the Killing City, he completely dissipated and completed today's duty."

Hearing these words, Chenchuan did not show any shock. Instead, he smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that you have guessed my life a long time ago. Otherwise, how could you possibly know my specific situation?" Hehehe.”

"The path of spiritual practice is elusive and unpredictable. The road will last for thousands of years, and you must eventually cross it yourself."

Although Tiandao's voice is dull, every word is full of the power of the avenue, making people feel as if their bodies have been shattered after hearing it.

"Do you know why I want you to come here and at the same time add so many difficulties to your path to inheriting the gods?"

"Junior doesn't know."

Long Batian said softly: "Because your fate is different from others, I can't see any future scenery in you. I can only see the white mist behind you, as vast as the stars, unimaginable."

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