C367 (1/2)

”Go to hell!”

Yan Luo laughed sinisterly as the Sickle of the God of Death descended from the sky.

”No!”

Seeing the Scythe of Death about to descend, he disregarded everything and instantly flew in front of Ye Ling, blocking the Scythe of Death with his body.

Puff!

The moment the Sickle of the God of Death fell, the blood demon instantly bloomed and exploded. Strands of blood were directly swallowed by the Sickle of the God of Death.

”Second Master!”

Ye Ling's eyes widened. Seeing that the Blood Demon was actually engulfed by the Scythe of Death, he was unable to calm down.

The moment the blood demon disappeared, Ye Ling's primordial spirit would recover and when it flew back into his body, Ye Ling would instantly pounce towards Yan Luo as if he had gone berserk.

Blood Demon was his relative. Although he had never admitted it, this was a fact that blood was thicker than water. The fact that Blood Demon was willing to sacrifice his life to save him was not something an ordinary person could do. This was kinship.

Yan Luo's face darkened. Ye Ling did not die, but he had lost the chance to do so. Facing Ye Ling who was rushing towards him, he suddenly gritted his teeth and brandished the Death God's Sickle again to slash at Ye Ling!

”Scram!” Ye Ling was furious. How could he let Yan Luo succeed in seeing the same scene again? If not for his carelessness, how could he have let the blood demon lose its life for nothing?

BOOM!

Bloody light filled the sky, blood coffin descended into the world, and a terrifying power suddenly erupted.

The Sickle of the God of Death that was falling was actually trembling, and could not fall from the sky at all. Even it found it hard to resist the appearance of the Buried Skies Coffin.

Ye Ling took a few steps horizontally, the Buried Skies Coffin in his hand swept out in a moment, his strength could move mountains and rivers, as though it was the power to destroy the heavens.

Boom! *

”AHH!” Yama Minamiya was unable to defend against the attacks of the Buried Skies Coffin and instantly let out a miserable scream as half of his body exploded into pieces.

Clang!

The Sickle of the God of Death was sent flying, but Ye Ling seized the opportunity to attack and pierced through Yan Luo's chest with his bare hands. His face had a ferocious look, the Buried Skies Coffin suddenly struck down.

Puff!

Yan Luo's body exploded and turned into black qi, instantly dispersing.

The Early Stage was strong, but it could not stop Ye Ling's fury. For the blood demon, for his family, Ye Ling's heart was filled with extreme fury.

Just when everyone thought that everything was over, Yan Luo, who was turned into black mist by the explosion, actually quickly rushed into the black coffin.

”You want to run?!”

Ye Ling saw that, while emitting a ruthless aura, he suddenly stepped across the sky and quickly rushed towards the black coffin.

”Whiz!”

However, before Ye Ling could even get close, the black coffin actually pierced through the sky with Yama Minamiya in tow and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

”You can't disappear on the Scythe of Death!”

Just as Ye Ling was burning with anger, the Xue Wuya in his body suddenly spoke out to remind him.

When Ye Ling heard this, he quickly turned around to look at the floating Sickle of the God of Death. The Blood Demon had an immortal body, so it was naturally not easy to kill it.

However, when Ye Ling reached the Sickle of the God of Death, the Sickle of the God of Death had suddenly turned bright. The instant Ye Ling touched it with his hand, the Sickle of the God of Death suddenly disappeared.

Ye Ling's face immediately darkened. The Sickle of the God of Death had actually almost killed him. This sort of thing posed a great threat to him.

”Nether Abyss!”

”If you dare to provoke me, Ye Ling, I will definitely raze the Nether Abyss to the ground!”

The Sickle of the God of Death had to be obtained. Even if there was a slim chance of survival that could save the Blood Demon, he did not care.

The sword mountain below him looked cold. Seeing that the binding force had disappeared, he turned and grabbed onto Jian Shuang, wanting to take the chance to escape. He could see that Ye Ling was extremely furious, to prevent Ye Ling's anger from implicating them, so he naturally had to quickly leave this place.

”Halt!”

Jian Shan grabbed the soulless Jian Shuang, and just as he was about to leave, Ye Ling suddenly appeared in front of them with a face full of ice.

Jian Shan's expression changed drastically as cold sweat dripped from his face. He hurriedly retreated.

Jian Shuang's expression was dejected, she simply did not have the slightest bit of courage to face Ye Ling, if not for Ye Ling, she would have already fallen into the hands of Yama Minamiya.

”Ye Ling! What are you doing? ”

”The one who killed the Blood vitality demon was the Son of Death, it has nothing to do with us!”

Jian Shan looked at Ye Ling, his expression extremely terrified. In order to escape his punishment, why did he say that all of this had nothing to do with them?

Ye Ling laughed, his smile was extremely cold, looked at the mountain of swords and sneered: Without me, would you still be able to keep this dog life? Without Blood Demon, would you dare speak shamelessly to me here? ”