Death Protector

The more the phantom ghost listened, the more frightened he was. He had already doubted why the human being was suddenly so brave, and the God of death who protected her everywhere was not there. Did he really fall into their trap again?!

Little by little, the change of the expression of the phantom ghost is closely watched by Lin Xiaoxi. When the time comes, if you delay it, the phantom ghost will find out his own strategy!

"Death Lord, is the border cloth ready?" Lin Xiaoxi's eyes crossed the phantom ghost and looked lazily at its back.

The phantom was shocked and turned back. This gap, Lin Xiaoxi's face transiently changed, ran forward with the fastest speed, the target mobile phone, picked up, pressed the send button!

"You dare to cheat me!" The phantom ghost was very angry. The huge tail rolled up the Forest Creek and hit the rockery. Lin Xiaoxi vomited blood and fell to the ground powerlessly.

Now, it's true that I'm in a poor position and I'm resigned to fate I just hope that the God of death can see his own SMS, just hope that he can care about his life and death.

The angry phantom ghost rolled up again and fell to the ground fiercely. Lin Xiaoxi, who constantly vomited blood, thought sadly that the God of death, perhaps, did not care whether he was dead or alive. Was he too naive?

"Man! I must suck your blood today

The phantom ghost was so angry that it was played three times by a weak human, and said that he would not be laughed to death by other demons! Today, we must eat her, and then kill the Dead God, and completely occupy the whole world!

Thinking of it, the phantom ghost walked to the Lin Creek, which had been tortured by it, half dead, lying on the ground and unable to move. The suspenders and hot pants were broken and broken, revealing the girl's large white skin. However, this is a beautiful skin, stained with a large amount of blood color.

"Go to hell!" The ghost opened his mouth, and his sharp teeth stabbed Lin Xiaoxi's arm in an instant. A big mouthful of blood flowed into the ghost's mouth along the body of Lin Xiaoxi. Every time he drank the blood from Lin Xiaoxi, the ghost gas around the phantom ghost body doubled more than twice, and his body gradually changed.

Blood loss, let Lin Xiaoxi consciousness gradually blurred, she tried to open her eyes, not blink at the distance, as if waiting for someone's arrival. But the blood in the body is losing rapidly, and I can even feel my heart beat weaker and weaker.

Lin Xiaoxi can no longer support, in front of a black, fell into the endless darkness.

Lord death, can I see you again when I die and become a soul?

The spirit of ghosts and demons is growing from the demons and ghosts, which blocks the bright sky!

At this time, the word Mo Han, who expended his spiritual power and moved in a twinkling, finally arrived. Everything in front of him made his heart suddenly colic and couldn't breathe!

Under the dense wind of ghost, the huge phantom ghost lies beside the girl, with sharp teeth embedded in her arm, constantly sucking the girl's blood, while the girl on the ground is still, and Yanmo Han can't feel her anger at all!

"Death?" After sucking the blood of Lin Xiaoxi, the phantom ghost changed into another horrible appearance. Every word he said gave out a strong and strong ghost gas.

The phantom ghost left the arm of the Forest Creek, stood up, crooked his neck, grinned grimly and said, "Lord death, you are late, she is dead."

"Blood sickle day rush!" Yan Mo Han looks up to the sky and roars. The red light of the blood sickle in the sky reflects his anger to the extreme at the moment. Yan Mo Han wants to cut himself off!

Damn it! Why do you want to get angry and not answer her phone!

God knows how anxious Yan Mo Han's heart is when he sees the word "save" on the text message. At that moment, he would like to fly to her side in a second!

I never knew that I should be so worried and afraid of a little human accident!

The light of the blood sickle forms a huge crescent shaped blade, with the powerful spiritual power of Yanmo cold and the sound of breaking the sky, it fiercely rushes to the magic ghost!

"Ga!" The phantom ghost gave out a ghost smile, opened his mouth and bit the blood blade. As soon as he shook his head, he easily broke the powerful blow of Yanmo cold!

"Death, don't be angry." The ghost said with a gloomy smile, "I'll send you to meet her right away." As soon as the voice fell, the ghost's hands gathered a steady stream of ghost gas, forming a terrible whirlpool, covering its body. The phantom ghost suddenly disappeared in the air!

The word Mo cold vigilantly increased the perception, staring around, but lying on the ground of the Forest Creek do not know life and death, Yan Mo Han how can not concentrate.

Concern and anxiety weakened the fighting power of the God of death. The phantom took this opportunity and suddenly flashed in front of Yan Mo Han, and his huge tail hit Yan Mo Han's chest accurately!

Yan Mo cold throat a sweet, spit out a mouthful of blood, by the phantom ghost tail vigorously hit fly, the body constantly retreat.

All of a sudden, who supported his body after falling behind him. The ghost air was like being torn apart. The three figures broke through the ghost gas and jumped down from the air, standing beside Yan Mo Han one after another.

They were all dressed in black robes of death, holding sickles of various sizes.

The familiar white spiritual power appears in the hand of the God of death who supports Yanmo Han's body. Beigong Hao is treating the viscera damaged by the phantom ghost for yanmohan.

"It's too bad! Even the boss was hurt On the right side of Yan Mo Han, a young god of death, with short yellow hair and red and naked upper body, looks at the opposite demon ghost and marvels, but his tone is indifferent. He holds a huge yellow sickle in his hand."In my opinion, the elder brother Yan is afraid that he is concerned, then he is confused." Talking about is a woman with long hair and dark green shawl. She winks at Yanmo Han in her eyes. She gently shakes the small green sickle in her hand. "The eyes of the elder Yan have never left the man lying there, oh!"

"Wow! Is the elder brother of Yan fallen into the hands of a human being? " Huang FA, the God of death, was shocked and sighed.

At the edge of a tree beside several people, a blue eyed and blue haired young god of death leaned against the tree trunk with his head in his arms and carried a blue sickle on his back. He looked at the battlefield quietly and said nothing coldly.

"All right, fight!" The cold voice of Yan Mo interrupted their ridicule, and his face was extremely black! He swore that when he returned to the dead world, he would beat these people to the point where they could not stand up!

Beigong Hao also took up the treatment and stood side by side with several people. In the strong wind, the five gods of death and the huge phantom ghost confronted each other!

"To deal with this little demon ghost, as for the strength of the five death captains?" Although yellow hair is joking, his eyes are sharp.

"Don't underestimate it! If it's weak, we don't need to send four of us to help Mr. Yan! " "I'll help you!" he said

"Go on Yan Mo Han was the first to catapult out, the huge blood sickle chopped to the phantom ghost in the air, the other three death gods also rushed up, all kinds of sickles were shining in the air!

Beigong Hao was in the same place. The white death power was constantly appearing on the silver sickle, covering the four death gods in the battle, which enhanced their speed and combat effectiveness!

The ghost screamed and tangled with the four death captains. Although its strength increased dramatically, it could not help fighting with experienced and tacit death gods!

On the other side, the death captains were equally surprised!

Very few demons and ghosts can fight against the coordinated attack of the five death captains at the same time, let alone the five of them, but the cooperation is seamless, perfect to surpass!

Boom!

The phantom ghost suddenly looks up to the sky and roars!

Senleng's ghost source constantly comes out of its body and connects with the surrounding ghost gas. The overwhelming ghost gas entangles the body of the God of death, and soon envelops them in the ghost gas.

"Captain death, there's nothing wrong with it!" The ghost laughs and pinches his hands tightly. The ghost spirit of the captain of the God of death suddenly tightens!

"Broken!" The five gods of death spoke with one voice, and the spirit power of death exploded at the same time. The five people fell back to the ground, and their bodies were more or less slightly injured.

"Shit! The demon has changed! " Yellow hair Death God side head spat blood, "ghost gas even has corrosive force!"

Yan Mo Han ignored their complaints, eyes more and more deep, to the beginning and end of his eyes have never left the Forest Creek lying on the ground. If it goes on, the less likely she will be saved!

Do you want to use that?!

Yan Mo Han can not care about other! He never thought that he would use that trick to save a human being!

Tight hands of the blood sickle, said Mo cold ready to release the blood sickle ability.

Other gods of death also saw, "boss Yan, are you sure you want to use that one?" Beigong Hao asked in a low voice. They all know that as long as the blood sickle comes out, it will destroy heaven and earth!

"Command!"

Just at this time, suddenly appeared a voice, the speech Mo cold one Leng, the blood sickle of faint color suddenly returned to normal.

"See the five captains!" A god of death arrived, no sickle, no sword around his waist, not at the rank of captain. He knelt respectfully in front of yanmohan and bowed his head. "Director Su ordered that the five death captains could liberate 20% of their spiritual power and eliminate the ghosts!"

"Twenty percent!" The female death god is not calm. Five death captains can liberate 20% spiritual power, which can directly destroy a strong country! The phantom ghost who sucked the human blood is really strong to this point?!

"Liberate!" Several gods of death are still stunned. Yan Mo Han has taken the lead to untie 20% of his spiritual power. His momentum is different from that before!

The rest of them shook their heads and untied their psychic powers. The phantom ghost on the opposite side obviously felt a huge terror pressure, and the proud corners of his mouth gradually turned to panic.

"If that doesn't kill you, where is our reputation?" Beigong Hao's white death power is constantly applied to the four death gods, increasing their energy by ten times.

Yan Mo Han in front of him is extremely dazzling. The red light is around him, forming a strong air wave. He squints slightly and disappears in the same place in an instant!

The magic ghost is startled, can't catch the figure of the word Mo cold, the God of death after the strength is greatly increased is not what it can resist!

Even if it has absorbed the countless blood of Lin Xiaoxi, its level and talent are relatively low. In just a few rounds, the battle situation was completely one-sided.

Yan Mo Han seems to be to vent the anger in his body, which liberates 20% of his strength. However, he is very much like the hell Shura. The blood sickle is constantly waving, and there are only phantom ghosts screaming in the air.

The four gods of death have stopped attacking. A strong man is enough."I'm not wrong, is it? The boss will lose control?"

"Tut Tut, love blinds people."

Yellow hair Death God and green hair female god of death at one side of the leisurely gossip, look at Yan Mo Han and look at the Forest Creek lying on the opposite ground, two people suddenly laugh constantly.