Chapter 3159 Death Silhouette

"Although the Crystal Clan is powerful, they haven't reached the level where they can break through reincarnation. How could it be related to the Chaos?" Han Sen was puzzled, and it was difficult to solve the mystery for a while.

However, Han Sen is very clear about one thing. Since Lokid said that the communication number on this card is valid before twelve o'clock midnight, that means that after twelve o'clock midnight, the Divine Chaos will attack him. up.

Han Sen didn't dare to be careless about the Gods and Chaos Society. The existence that almost replaced the gods at the beginning, I am afraid that it will not be weaker than Qin Xiu.

And Han Sen was suppressed by the rules of the world. Even if he ignored God's warning and forcibly broke the rules of the world, he couldn't hold on for too long.

Han Sen was studying the art of combining positive and negative while waiting for midnight to arrive.

In an ancient house, Lokid also sat quietly in the living room, looking at the grandfather clock in the living room, also waiting for that moment to arrive.

"My lord, just kill Han Sen, why give him a chance?" Standing beside Lokid was a creature that looked like a maid.

The reason why she is not said to be human is because there are a pair of black dragon horns growing on top of her head.

Lokid said with a smile: "The reason why our Chaos Society failed last time was because we underestimated the power of ordinary humans. This time, we naturally want to control as much as possible the strongest among humans under our command. Give those gods a chance to opportunistically."

"So that's how it is, Your Excellency is wise." Said while looking at Lokid adoringly like a maid.

Lokid sighed softly, "Han Sen was able to kill the decapitated queen and destroy the decapitated temple. This kind of strength is comparable to the twelve righteous gods. It's a pity that he may not be able to be used by us."

"The minister said that he won't call? Then why wait?" the maid asked in surprise.

"For such a talent, you have to give him a chance." Lokid said, looking at the clock with deep eyes.

The time passed by one minute and one second, and when all the hands pointed to twelve o'clock, the clock made a chiming sound.

When the twelve bells rang, Lokid stood up from the sofa and sighed: "It's been a long time since the Chaos Society has had any fresh blood and ideas to join. I was expecting to have a good start with Han Sen. Maybe our product can generate some sparks, but it's a pity..."

The maid stared wide-eyed, looked at Lokid expectantly, and said with shaking eyes: "Is the minister going to use that?"

Lokid didn't answer, but slowly raised his right hand, staring at his palm with a serious expression.

His fingers are slender and strong, and they look very beautiful. There is no scar, no aging or wrinkles on them. This is a palm that can apply for a hand model career.

But at this time, a black flame gradually rose from the palm of the hand, as if it was a demonic energy from hell.

In fact, not only that hand, but Lokid's whole body was burning with a strange black flame, and the expression on his face was completely changed, his eyes were full of fanaticism, and when the other palm grabbed the air, there was an extra one. blank paper.

"The art of light and shadow, the passionate collision of life and imagination, bestows the most beautiful soul on ruthless things...the silhouette of death..." Lokid murmured, but the black flame on his right hand quickly condensed, as if there was Han Sen's shadow there Jumping in the black flame.

Han Sen, who was far away in the garden of Ningjia Castle, seemed to have a feeling in his heart. He couldn't help but look at his right hand, as if he felt something, but the feeling was only fleeting.

"Could it be that... when I shook hands with Lokid today..." Han Sen thought of something and couldn't help frowning slightly.

Lokid in the living room held his right hand, and those black flames condensed into a pair of scissors, which he held in his palm.

In the next second, Lokid's eyes lit up, and the scissors and the white paper in his hand moved at the same time. The movement was extremely swift and elegant, and the wild cutting dance was done in one go. You can almost see countless afterimages produced by both hands, like a Like a demon with many arms.

Almost instantly, the original square white paper was cut into a human silhouette, and the white paper also turned black.

If you look carefully, you will find that the silhouette is very similar to Han Sen's side face. Even if it is just a black shadow without any facial features or expressions, anyone who is familiar with Han Sen can recognize it as Han Sen at a glance.

"As expected of the minister, no matter how many times you watch him, the silhouette of death is really amazing." The maid looked at Lokid with admiration.

However, Lokid didn't seem to hear the maid's praise at all, and he was still engrossed, staring at the silhouette frantically, as if admiring his most outstanding work.

"It's such a pity that such an interesting soul will disappear like this." As he said, the scissors in Lokid's right hand suddenly turned into a dancing black flame, burning like the flames of purgatory on his palm.

Lokid took another look at the paper-cut, and then moved it towards the black flame. The moment the paper-cut touched the black flame, it was instantly ignited, and the feet burned first.

At the same time, Han Sen in the garden spontaneously ignited without fire. Black flames surged from the bottom of his feet out of thin air, wrapped his feet, and spread rapidly along his legs.

The black flame was extremely strange. It looked like it was burning, but it didn't even burn Han Sen's clothes, nor did his legs really ignite.

But Han Sen felt a scorching heat and pain from the depths of his soul, as if his feet had been burned to ashes, so that a determined person like him could hardly help crying out in pain. Trembling.

Han Sen's face changed drastically, and he immediately ran the Xuanhuang Jing, trying to destroy the strange black flame, but the power of the Xuanhuang Jing was completely useless to the black flame.

In the blink of an eye, the black flame had already burned to the thigh, and it seemed that he had completely lost consciousness below the thigh. Although the leg was still there, there was no feeling or reaction at all.

Without hesitation, Han Sen summoned the crown of the gods to wear on his head, turned into a destructive God of Wealth, and returned directly to the temple, using the power of the temple and the crown of the gods to fight against the black flames.

All this finally had an effect. Under the power of the gods, the black flame was suppressed and could not continue to spread, but it did not go out and was still burning.

The same is true for the paper figurine in Lokid's hand, the black flame stopped at the thigh and did not continue to burn upwards.

"Very well, let me, the paper god Lokid, see how far you can go." Lokid's eyes seemed to burn all of a sudden, and black flames erupted from the pupils like a volcanic eruption. out.