Reaper's Wings

"Everyone's hands are held together, the rattan is tied a little tighter, and all the sticks are inserted into the cracks. Don't be sucked away by the suction!"

Zhang Ye's order was spread in the first team. Even without his order, everyone was doing the same. They wanted to climb over this valley, but now they can't even stand. The roar of death, everyone is desperately resisting. (..)

Wang Dong never mentioned the words of asking Zhang Ye to go to Song Dong, now there is only one dead end in the past.

If they are like this, then what will happen to the West Qin people.

In the valley with the greatest suction, there were no longer any soldiers. On the mountainside where the suction was halved, all the Xiqin people were desperately resisting this suction, grabbing everything they could, cracks in rocks, and using weapons. Inserted into the mountain, they can only resist in despair, and under the huge suction, they can't even open their mouths to speak.

And at the top of the valley where the first team is located, its suction is halved again, not to mention the rattan and wooden sticks they had prepared long ago, and the sword that Zhang Ye had already inserted deeply into the mountain, all of this is for the sake of This group of South Koreans provided a guarantee. In their hearts, they thought that Wang Tou's order was really correct. If not, they would have been like the West Qin people.

But manpower is limited after all. On the mountainside, the physical strength of those soldiers from the Western Qin Dynasty continued to decline, but the suction force of the bloody giant mouth still refused to weaken, and as more and more people were sucked in, its The suction seems to become more powerful.

"what!"

"do not want!"

There were screams, and the Xiqin soldiers coming out of the mountainside were sucked away one by one like a ball, rolled on the mountain, and then disappeared after sinking into the blood.

There are fewer and fewer people.

"No, I'm not reconciled, why is this happening!"

Fang La, who is already a great martial artist, was the last one from the Western Qin Dynasty to be sucked in. He was full of unwillingness and despair. He thought that this hunting mission was a brilliant stroke in his life, but he did not expect it to end like this.

"No, our suction is getting stronger and stronger."

Zhang Ye's expression changed. The death of all the West Qin people did not make him the slightest bit excited. In the face of this unknown general trend of the world, human beings seem so insignificant, and the continuous increase of the great suction makes their wooden sticks There was a chirping sound, as if it was about to break in the next moment.

The people in the first team could only stick together, waiting for the last hope.

"East!"

At this moment, everyone suddenly heard Wang Dong's mournful cry. Looking around, they saw a bloody skull slowly rising from the blood-red giant mouth. The sea of ​​blood and its mouth formed a line. directly below the east.

The head of the blood-e skull had gathered enough strength, and at this moment, it could no longer suppress the greed in its heart and flew towards Song Dongfei, or in other words, towards the death scythe on Song Dong's chest.

And Song Dong still sat cross-legged, as if he was unaware of everything that happened in the valley.

In fact, how could Song Dong not know that under such a big fluctuation, not to mention entering meditation, even the fetal breath has already woken up, but he didn't make the slightest movement, because now his whole body is dominated by the death sickle with.

"Listen to me, boy. I was seriously injured. In order to help you come to this world, I broke the barrier of the universe and exhausted the last bit of strength. I fell into a deep sleep." A voice without any emotion came from Song Dong Thinking of it in his heart, Song Dong knew it was the death scythe.

"In this place, I felt a similar power. Although it is not from the same source, it can still restore a little vitality, so I used the little power I recovered in the past ten years to wake up, but it also Thinking of devouring me."

Song Dong also knew that now is not the time to ask questions, and the most important thing is to solve the current crisis: "What should I do!"

"Although my level is much higher than it, this place has been in business for many years, and I have no extra energy to waste, so I can only pull him to my home field to fight!"

"Your home court?"

"It's inside your body!"

Song Dong was stunned when he heard the words, the home field of the death scythe turned out to be in his body, and then he was relieved, the death scythe was in his body, and his body was indeed its home field.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you……"

……

The blood-e skull is a little closer to Song Dong's chest. It looks straight at the death scythe tattoo on his chest in a very humane manner. There is no trace of Song Dong in his eyes. In his opinion, this weak person In the future, it was just a puppet controlled by the god of death, and there was no threat to him.

It just greedily looked at the Death Scythe.

From the death sickle, it feels the original power that can advance itself, and what makes it even more exciting is that this original power seems to have suffered some damage, and the power that can be used is very weak.

But even so, it was extremely cautious and never made a move. When more than 1 people rushed in from the whole valley, it couldn't wait any longer, so he started his own eating in advance, and the replenishment of blood filled his whole body with strength.

At this time, the blood-e skull had come to Song Dong. It greedily looked at the death sickle tattoo on Song Dong's chest, and the skull's mouth opened.

Suddenly, the death scythe tattoo came out of Song Dong's body as if he had come to life. The half-moon arc of the knife was icy sharp, and the blood-e skull was immediately enveloped in the arc of the knife. The iron chain behind the handle is still connected to Song Dong's chest.

At this moment, the blood-e skull, which had been in a line with the blood sea, was disconnected, and the blood-e skull was restrained by something, and fear replaced greed as the emotion of the blood-e skull.

"It's now!"

The sound of the death scythe sounded in Song Dong's heart. Almost at the moment when the sound sounded, Song Dong, who had been keeping his eyes closed, opened his eyes, and then immediately embraced the bloody skull with both hands, and hugged him into his arms , swarming towards the place where the death scythe tattoo was.

"what!"

Song Dong suddenly let out a shrill scream, and his eyes were round and round, as if they were about to protrude. He was suffering from severe pain at this time, but his movements did not stop at all. Under the combined effect of the death sickle, it began to melt into Song Dong's chest.

"East!"

At the moment when the line between the blood-e skull and the blood sea broke, the suction of the entire valley suddenly disappeared. Hearing Song Dong's screams, Wang Dong could no longer restrain his emotions and rushed down from the Horn Pass. Zhe also followed closely, and Zhang Ye also galloped away after ordering the team to continue climbing up and across the valley.

Song Dong, who was only ten years old, was out of proportion to the size of the skull at this time, but the bloody skull blended into his body strangely little by little.

Just when Wang Dong and others reached the edge of the huge mouth of the blood sea, the entire blood-e skull was completely integrated into his chest, and the death sickle disappeared. On the tattoo on his chest, there was a weird extra shape next to the sickle tattoo. The phantom of a bloody skull doesn't look so solid at this moment.

Now is the most important moment!

But Song Dong couldn't help anymore, he waved his hands to stop Wang Dong and others from approaching, Song Dong sat cross-legged in the air again, and practiced meditation, this is the only thing he can do now!

……

At this time, in the different space that merged with Song Dong, it was pitch black and there was no light to be seen. The death sickle and the blood-e skull were devouring each other, but this was the home field of the death sickle.

The Death Scythe was originally several levels higher than the Blood E Skull, occupying an absolute upper hand. At this time, something like a soul was being pulled out of the Blood E Skull little by little.

Originally, the blood-e skull connected to the sea of ​​blood still had the power to resist, and even the ability to resist devouring, but now it is a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and there is no room for resistance.

The gap between it and the Death Scythe is too great.

Finally, an hour later, a soul-like blood-e skull was protruded by the death sickle. This is the origin of the blood-e skull, the source of all its power, and now it has become the death sickle.

Of course it's Death's Scythe, it's Song Dong's.

On Song Dong's chest, the bloody skull, which was still somewhat illusory, has become solid, like a tattoo just embroidered, vivid, and this is Song Dong opened his eyes again.

For a moment his eyes turned completely blood red, but it was gone.

The blood-e skull that was suddenly absorbed into his body leaked half of Song Dong's body, and its mouth was once again in line with the sea of ​​blood, but now it has become the younger brother of the Death Scythe.

"Suck me!"

The order of the death sickle sounded in Song Dong's heart. He knew that he was commanding the blood-e skull, and then the whole sea of ​​blood rushed into it like a big river entering the sea.

This kind of absorption lasted for an entire hour, and the entire sea of ​​blood was completely absorbed.

The sea of ​​blood dried up, and the contents inside appeared. At this time, whether it was ghost bats or all human corpses, they had already lost their blood, and they all turned into mummy-like corpses. They looked extremely terrifying inside the huge mouth of blood.

"What the hell happened here!"

Suddenly a clear and bright voice of a young man resounded in the valley. At the entrance of the cave in the valley, a red-haired young man with a spear was standing in the front. man.

"Sun Fangfang!"

Wang Dong's unbelievable voice came out. Originally, he thought something had happened to Sun Fangfang when he heard Mu Lin's report, but he didn't expect to see him at this time.

"It's Captain Wang!"

As if calling Wang Dong, and also reporting to the red-haired boy, Sun Fangfang's surprised voice came out,

This boy is naturally the grandson of Zhao Gang, Zhao Yanting!

Unexpectedly, at this time, the South Korean support troops actually wiped out the enemies at the entrance to the depths of Gui Jianshou who dared to come over, and then they saw this scene.

"Hey, why is there blood of the blood god here!"

The death scythe who had just had a full meal recovered a little bit of spirit, and his speech was no longer so cold and ruthless. At this moment, seeing Zhao Yanting rushing into the valley, he seemed to be interested.

"I just learned about the bloodline from this blood-e skull, and now let me see one, and it is the blood of the blood god that is most suitable for the blood-e skull. Is this God's will!"

Before Song Dong realized what the death scythe was saying, he saw the bloody skull on his chest, flashing a red light and flying into Zhao Yanting's body.

"Boy, I found you a good subordinate, don't thank me!"

The faintly triumphant voice of Death Scythe rose in Song Dong's heart, and then a burst of memory blasted in his mind. Song Dong understood why Death Scythe did this just now.