Chapter 1529 I Am Not Happy Here!

"I, Ling Yefeng, are here to see who dares to touch my master! Court death!"

Following this burst of angry shouts from heaven and earth, people saw a large silver scythe whirling and slashing towards the phantom of the dragon claw.

Immediately afterwards, there were bursts of exclamations: "Death's sickle! It's the death's sickle!"

"Death Scythe!"

"Ancient Death's Scythe!"

At this moment, all eyes were on that silver sickle!

That handle originated from the real artifact of ancient times.

On every face, apart from surprise, there is also greed that cannot be concealed!

No one is tempted by such a god-level weapon, and no one wants to take it as their own.

Immediately afterwards, under the watchful eyes of one after another, people saw that the death scythe had already slashed on the phantom of the huge dragon claw that was savagely grabbing at Shi Feng.

"Aw!" Faintly, people seemed to hear the sound of painful dragon chant resounding, and immediately after that, the huge, seemingly powerful dragon claw phantom suddenly collapsed!

A slash with the Death God's Scythe broke the Northern Border Dynasty's stunt and destroyed the Dragon Claw!

"Uh!" The stunt was broken, the body of the strong Emperor Wu of the Northern Xinjiang Dynasty trembled, and a dull hum came out of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the handsome Martial Emperor in white with a smear of blood appearing on the corner of his mouth.

It seems that the proud Destruction Dragon Claw was broken, and he himself suffered a backlash!

But immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hand and wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth, and then slowly turned around, facing the huge black vortex that entered the nether purgatory again!

At this moment, the black figure in front of the black vortex soon became the focus of this world!

Death Emperor Ling Yefeng, disciple of Emperor Jiuyou, one of the three giants of the dark camp, and the current owner of the divine weapon Death Scythe!

After the death scythe wiped out the phantom of the dragon claw, a silver light shone, and then disappeared.

When the death scythe appears again,

It had already appeared beside Ling Yefeng, and was held tightly in his hand.

Death Emperor Ling Yefeng, dressed in black, with long hair fluttering in the wind, holding a death scythe, suddenly became the only one in this world!

The eyes that were originally focused on Shi Feng suddenly focused on Ling Yefeng.

"Hehe! Hehehe!" Seeing Ling Yefeng appearing, the Martial Emperor powerhouse from the Northern Xinjiang Dynasty not only did not get angry, but instead let out a "heh" laugh, and said with a smile:

"It's good that Nether is back, it's wonderful! Ling Yefeng, who was huddled in the Nether purgatory, is finally willing to come out. The death scythe is really extraordinary! I must win it!" The destruction dragon's claw was broken, and he naturally put everything together, All belong to that death sickle!

"Hmph!" Facing the staring gazes, Ling Yefeng let out a cold snort, and immediately, densely packed corpses flew out of Ling Yefeng's body like locusts. , floating in all directions around him.

Every corpse is filled with black death air, exuding a strong death breath!

"A large array of corpses!"

"A large array of corpses!"

"A large array of corpses!"

...

As soon as the ten thousand corpses came out, there were bursts of exclamations from the heaven and the earth again!

The array of ten thousand corpses, the stunt of Ling Yefeng, the emperor of death, is famous all over the world!

Ling Yefeng stood proudly among the thousands of corpses, his face became extremely solemn, following his figure, he suddenly knelt down towards Shi Feng: "Ye Feng pays homage to Master!"

Although his face was solemn, Ling Yefeng's heart was extremely excited at this moment.

Master is not dead! The master is really not dead!

"Okay, let's talk about these worldly etiquettes after we get rid of these dregs, get up!" Facing Ling Yefeng's kneeling, Shi Feng said.

Before he came to Nether Purgatory, he passed through Zhongzhou and went to the dark camp, but he saw that all the buildings in the dark camp were destroyed and there was no one there.

At that time, Shi Feng was worried about this disciple in his heart, but now seeing him here, he finally let go of his heart.

Hearing Shi Feng's words, Ling Yefeng stood up slowly, then a cold smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and looked coldly at those people in front of him.

"Ling Yefeng, as long as you hand over the death scythe to me at this moment, I will spare you!" At this time, the overseas monk Hong Kun's face was still full of excitement and greed, and he directed at Ling Yefeng shouted.

At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the death sickle.

Seeing his current appearance, he wished he could fly over and snatch the death scythe from Ling Yefeng's hand.

"Ling Yefeng, give it to me! Give me the death scythe!"

"Ling Yefeng, take out the death scythe!"

"Ling Yefeng, if you want to survive, quickly hand over the death scythe!"

"Ling Yefeng..."

At this time, these peerless Martial Emperors spoke out one after another, and kept talking to Ling Yefeng.

The legendary Death Scythe is right in front of them, and they really want to hold this Death Scythe in their hands.

At this moment, extremely powerful power rises from the bodies of these peerless Martial Emperors again, ready to launch an attack and grab the death scythe.

But at this time, facing these thirty or so peerless Martial Emperors and listening to their bursts of words, the Death Emperor Ling Yefeng was not afraid, and sneered and shouted: "The death scythe is in my hands, Ling Yefeng, who are you? Come and get it if you have the ability!"

While saying these words, Ling Yefeng's power of death circulated, and the power of death, as well as the power of death scattered by the tens of thousands of corpses, all gathered on the death sickle.

Immediately afterwards, the death scythe trembled violently in Ling Yefeng's hands.

At this moment, Ling Yefeng, the death emperor, suddenly changed his aura, and his long hair was still dancing with the wind, as if the god of death had descended.

Standing in front of the huge black vortex, one man is in charge of everything!

"What? Come here and get it!" Seeing that no one had rushed over yet, Ling Yefeng yelled at these people again, louder than before.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

And just after Ling Yefeng's shout fell, the sound of shouting and killing came out again from the mouths of these peerless Martial Emperors.

A peerless Martial Emperor powerhouse, his figure began to move!

But at this moment, there was another burst of cold voices shouting in this world: "I'm not happy, I'm here!"

When the voice just fell, shouts continued to resound: "I, Luo Qingchuan, am here!"

"I, Xiao Tian, ​​am here too!"

"I, Ning Cheng, am here!"

"I'm secretly here!"

"I am here!"

"I'm waiting for the Eight Great Ghost Generals to be here!"

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As the shouts reverberated across the world, powerful figures appeared in front of the huge black vortex!

With the return of Shi Feng, these Nine Nethers who originally hid in the Nether Purgatory finally showed up at this moment!