Chapter 1071 Death (3)

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The god of death stepped on the thick black cloud and walked beside her.

The speed of his walking seems very slow, but it is like the wind. He clearly sees it in front of him, but it reaches his face in an instant.

Yang Zimei saw that he was about to walk to the front of the car, and he didn't care about anything anymore. He held up the small iron tower and hit him.

No matter how powerful Mo Xiejian was, it was only a human refining tool.

But the small iron tower is different. Since getting it, Yang Zimei has always felt that it is not a human thing, but should be a real artifact.

The god of death did not turn around, but suddenly bent his elbow and slashed the small iron tower with the sickle.

Whew!

A sharp metal crash sounded, and a red and black light shot out between the sickle and the small iron tower, tearing the black sky...

Yang Zimei's mouth trembled slightly, and was taken a step back by the sudden light.

The god of death seemed to be surprised, he snorted "Huh", and turned around...

As he turned around, the hair that originally covered the other half of his face also rose up...

Seeing that half of his face, Yang Zimei was stunned again.

The previous half of the face was exactly the same as Xuehu, so beautiful that there were no flaws.

Unexpectedly, the other half of his face was like Shura. In addition to being black, it was also in a state of decay, and he could even vaguely see disgusting bugs crawling on it.

And the eyes on this side are different from the eyes just now, there are no pupils, only red.

It was as red as all the blood in the world gathered in it, which was shocking.

Isn't it Snow Lake?

Yang Zimei stared blankly at Death's half-angel, half-demon face...

Her heart was a little flustered.

This panic did not come from the horror of Death's face, but the fear of whether this Death was the calamity of Xuehu.

The god of death didn't care about her stunnedness, and picked up the sickle in her hand again, and picked it on the small iron tower in her hand...

The red light of the small iron tower suddenly appeared, and the whole volume rapidly increased, so large that it was almost the same size as Yang Zimei, as if it had spirituality, and faced the challenge of the sickle.

Another black and red light shot up to the sky, and then like fireworks, it exploded on the sky, and the small firelight scattered in all directions. It looked beautiful and bright, but it was thrilling.

Of the eight bodyguards who followed, they naturally couldn't see Yang Zimei who was stepping on the black cloud, but only saw the small iron tower in her hand grow bigger, and finally a strange light shot into the sky.

Of course, they also felt that the atmosphere around them was very different, as if they were standing on a desolate massacre...

They didn't even frown in front of a strong enemy, and they hugged their arms unconsciously, so that the goose bumps that suddenly swelled went away.

They really don't know what happened.

Huo Wenhua once told them that the girl was not an ordinary person, and everything had to obey her instructions and be indifferent.

However, Huo Wenhua, who is full of yin and has a magnetic channel similar to ghosts and gods, can see ghosts and gods, and he can also see the battle between Yang Zimei and the god of death.

The battle seemed to be only a few times, but he was frightened and sweating.

However, he couldn't see the face of the God of Death clearly, he could only roughly see a man with a black aura all over his body, which felt very depressing and intimidating.

Thinking of Yang Zimei's first order, he also guessed that it might be the god of death.

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