Chapter 2251 Death Scythe

The time a god of death can exist is about five hundred years.

For someone like Lao Hei who is more than 300 years old, the number of souls he has collected is only between 10,000 and 20,000.

Most of these souls have gone where they need to go.

Others were retained by him.

Some were used as test subjects, while others were used as slaves.

All he could get out was probably one or two thousand souls.

And if there was a God of Death who had been collecting souls for five hundred years without sending the souls to where they should go, and kept keeping them on his hands, he would probably be able to accumulate tens of thousands of souls.

This is probably a relatively close value.

And assume that the person opposite got the Death Scythe accidentally.

When he obtained the Death Scythe, he also obtained the souls collected by the original owner of the Death Scythe, which was estimated to be only tens of thousands.

It is abnormal if it exceeds this value.

Because the God of Death cannot kill at will.

Just like Lao Hei, he has evolved several times, but he still follows the rules of the seducing clan and does not dare to overstep them at will.

Therefore, Chen Zhao has reason to believe that the soul used by the man in front of him is not the legacy of the previous owner of the sickle, but obtained by killing himself.

The man in front of him was an out-and-out butcher.

Therefore, killing him was entirely to eliminate harm for the people.

A large part of the reason why soul seducers are called gods of death is that their control and manipulation of souls has reached a level close to that of gods.

One hundred thousand resentful spirits are wielded like an arm under the control of the death scythe.

But even if the sickle controls the death sickle, it can't make a hundred thousand resentful spirits merge into one.

If they could be combined into one, they might be able to cause harm to Chen Zhao.

But just letting them advance and retreat together would disperse the power, and the threat to Chen Zhao would be minimal.

It can even be said to be meaningless.

Although the flying resentful spirits at this moment have obscured Chen Zhao's vision.

But Chen Zhao could still sense the position of the sickle.

Chen Zhao didn't care how many resentful spirits were blocking him, and he shot the sickle from the air.

Sickle suddenly became alert and immediately transformed into the god of death.

In an instant, terrifying power passed through his body and fell not far behind him.

boom--

Everything within a white rice radius along the way was leveled.

Even the concrete on the ground was lifted up.

Chen Zhao secretly felt regretful: "Sure enough, we shouldn't have hope for such a long-distance attack."

But Sickle was sweating profusely.

If that blow fell on him, he would probably be shattered to pieces.

It's so scary. This kind of attack is so scary.

And from the look of him, it didn't look like he was giving a full blow.

More like a casual hit.

Although this blow did not cause any damage to the scythe.

But all the resentful spirits blocking Chen Zhao along the way were killed by this blow.

Not to mention thousands of resentful spirits were destroyed.

No, it's too dangerous to continue like this.

Sickle thought of running away.

But when I thought about it more deeply, I realized that running away would not only damage my reputation.

And he knows his own characteristics so well.

Who knows if he will find a way to hack his abilities afterwards.

If we can't get rid of him today.

It will definitely become a serious problem for him in the future.

Finally, Sickle made up his mind.

Since we can't deal with him here, then drag him into a different space!

The scythe slashed the death scythe in his hand towards the void air.

Chen Zhao suddenly felt a chill behind him.

When he turned around, he saw a crack in another space appearing behind him.

"this……"

Before Chen Zhao could react, countless resentful spirits in front of him launched their final attack on Chen Zhao.

Countless resentful spirits directly hit Chen Zhao's body.

Chen Zhao understood that the other party wanted to pull him into a different space.

To be precise, I wanted to knock him into it.

If only these resentful spirits were used, even if there were ten times more, it would be impossible for him to crash into the crack.

This is like a flood in a stream. No matter how violent it is, it cannot break down a well-made dam.

At this moment, Chen Zhao was the dam standing in front of Forgiveness.

However, Chen Zhao wanted to see quietly how the different space behind the crack was different from the different space created by Lao Hei himself.

So Chen Zhao still moved his feet, and the torrent of resentful spirits rushed Chen Zhao into the crack in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Zhao was on the other side of the crack.

Sickle came in here closely behind.

"Welcome, you are the only living person who has entered here." The sickle floated high above Chen Zhao's head: "Here, I am the only god."

High in the sky behind Sickle, a huge dark cloud enveloped the earth.

That was no ordinary dark cloud, it was a boundless terror composed of countless resentful spirits.

Even Chen Zhao couldn't help but take a breath when he saw this scene.

"How many resentful spirits are there? How many people have you killed?"

Chen Zhao thought that he had already killed many people.

But after seeing the resentful spirits here, I still couldn't help but marvel.

Most of the wraiths here are black.

In other words, this person has committed mass murder in a certain area in Africa.

"Here, you will face me with the power of a million souls, just like this."

With the scythe here, there is no need to use the power of the death scythe at all. He only needs to take a palm shot from top to bottom.

The dark clouds in the sky suddenly turned into giant palms and fell towards Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao raised his head and glanced at the giant palm holding the sky, and also slapped upward.

The general trend of heaven and earth also turned into a giant palm, rushing towards the falling black giant palm.

Rumble——

In an instant, the color of the world changed, and roars and impacts swept through every corner of this small alien space.

Sickle's face changed. How could it be possible?

He had to borrow the power of two million resentful spirits to trigger that shocking blow.

But this man has nothing to rely on.

Why should he unleash that kind of attack?

"Since you know that I know something about the God of Death and the Death Scythe, you shouldn't have brought me here. Here, you no longer have a third form. You can only be a spirit or entity, and this is exactly the case. It's the form I like to face the most," Chen Zhao said while looking at the sickle.

If Sickle had been fighting Chen Zhao outside, he could rely on his constant transformation into a god of death to hide his body in a different space and avoid all his attacks.

But here, everyone is in a different space, which also means that the biggest advantage of the sickle will be gone.

Sickle's expression changed, but he still pretended to be calm and said: "But here, I have endless power."

"It's not infinite. The power of two million resentful spirits seems to be a lot, but it is not inexhaustible. At least, in front of me, this number is not so desperate."