Chapter 864: Ancestor Ling Yefeng

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Flying through the air, it shot at Jing Tianyu, God of Death, and blasted towards Shi Feng and others diagonally below. A large piece of holy light shrouded from Jing Tianyu's palm, swept towards Shi Feng in the darkness, and twelve people. Peerless Martial Emperor reads;.

The holy light seems to devour all darkness and all life that violates the will of light.

"Hmph!" At this moment, the shadow of the god of death in the sky suddenly let out a muffled snort, followed by a mighty and gloomy voice: "How dare you invade our dark domain with such light divine power? break!"

With the last shout of the shadow of the god of death, the light blasted by Jing Tianyu shattered in an instant, and a large piece of holy light in the darkness turned into dots.

"This...how is this possible! My divine power!" Seeing that the full-strength attack he launched was shattered immediately under that shout, Jing Tianyu had a completely unacceptable expression on his face.

My own divine power! He paid the price and prayed for the divine power bestowed by the powerful God of Light, but it was shattered under the shout of that person. How could Jing Tianyu willingly accept such a cruel reality.

"No! I don't believe it! This is just a clone! How could it be stronger than the power God bestowed on me? I don't believe it! God's power is invincible!" Jing Tianyu yelled again in disbelief, raised his head Looking at the sky, looking up at the fuzzy black shadow holding a silver sickle.

The figure that was rushing upwards continued to approach the black shadow rapidly, and the whole body shone with a bright and holy halo.

Obviously, Jing Tianyu, who was not reconciled, was ready to mobilize his whole body's divine power against the death clone.

"Tianyu, don't be impulsive! Come back quickly!" In the bright area, Wu Qianxuan, the emperor of destiny, hurriedly shouted at Jing Tianyu.

He who is in control of fate caught a trace of Jing Tianyu's fate just when Jing Tianyu rushed up.

"Hmph!" At this moment, the vague black shadow let out a cold snort of disdain, and then, the death scythe in his hand slashed down at Jing Tianyu who was rushing up diagonally.

Where the death scythe passed, layers of space shattered and opened in a short time, a long space gap appeared, and soon, it was about to cut towards the bright emperor Jing Tianyu.

"Bright divine power, destroy all evil power, break!" Jing Tianyu howled again, all the holy radiance on his body, all condensed on his hands, a holy sword of light, in Jing Tianyu's hands manifested.

Jing Tianyu held the Divine Sword of Light tightly with both hands, and moved towards the death scythe flying towards him,

Cut off suddenly with a knife!

With a bang, the Bright Sword and the Death Scythe slammed into each other, making a thunderous explosion sound, the impact of God-level power and God-level power, and the space was once again knocked out of a huge darkness hollow.

"This... how could it be like this! God! God has bestowed upon me strength!" The Emperor of Light, Jing Tianyu, was in the center of the huge dark void, and his face was still unwilling and unacceptable, staring blankly at his own face. Between the hands.

After the impact of the death scythe, the light divine sword manifested by his divine power of light is currently shattering in his hands, leaving only a hilt, which is still tightly held in his hands.

And the death sickle, after shattering Jing Tianyu's bright sword, continued to slash towards Jing Tianyu's neck.

Suddenly, Jing Tianyu's head, which was still unwilling and unacceptable, flew into the sky, and under the death scythe, Jing Tianyu's head was separated from his body.

"No! Tian Yu!"

"Tianyu reads;!"

"Emperor!"

In the Guangming area, seeing this scene, the Guangming army let out bursts of mournful howls.

And at this time, Shi Feng in the dark area immediately activated the Nine Netherworld Kungfu, and his hands also formed claws, and suddenly sucked upwards, to suck Jing Tianyu's body.

Shi Feng quickly captured Jing Tianyu's death power, sucked it in, devoured it, and turned it into the Nine Nether Power in his dantian.

However, under the powerful engulfment of the dark hole, the suction force generated by Shi Feng's claws has not sucked Jing Tianyu's body, Jing Tianyu's head and body were sucked into the huge dark hole, and fell into the unknown in space.

Immediately afterwards, the huge dark void, carrying Jing Tianyu's body, was rapidly merging together!

"It's a pity!" Looking at Jing Tianyu's body that disappeared into the dark void, Shi Feng shook his head and sighed. If I was a step too slow, I lost the blood and soul of a nine-star peerless Martial Emperor.

Although it is a pity, it is also a great fortune! Jing Tianyu died. This crisis is completely over. Without the appearance of the god of death clone, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Perhaps, today is not the day they wiped out the light camp, but the death day of him and the dark camp.

"Ling Yefeng pays homage to the ancestor!" At this moment, Ling Yefeng who was beside Shi Feng uttered a loud shout, and knelt down towards the blurred shadow in the sky.

"Dark descendant An Dang, meet the God of Death!"

"Destroying the descendants of destroying the sky, pay homage to the God of Death!"

At the same time, the Dark Emperor and the Destroyer also bowed down following the blurred shadow in the sky.

The dark camp was rumored to be founded by the God of Darkness, the God of Destruction, and the God of Death in ancient times, and the three of them were the descendants of the God of Darkness, the God of Destruction, and the God of Death.

Therefore, the god of death is the ancestor of the death emperor Ling Yefeng, and this clone is the clone of the god of death.

The death scythe that killed Jing Tianyu was not swallowed by the dark void along with Jing Tianyu, but flew back into the hands of the death clone.

Facing the homage to him by the three people below, the God of Death avatar didn't seem to notice it, and didn't pay attention to it. It just stretched out the vague black hand and gently wiped it on the God of Death's sickle.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feng felt his heart tremble, and the imprint he had left on the death scythe was shattered by the touch of the death scythe.

As his imprint was wiped out, gradually, the blurred shadow in the sky became more and more blurred and thinner, as if his mission had been completed, and in the end, like a black mist, in the sky above Disappeared in the dark.

The silver death scythe, following the disappearance of the death clone, was falling rapidly downwards, and soon it fell above Ling Yefeng's head before stopping, hovering still.

"Master!" At this moment, Ling Yefeng's face showed embarrassment, and he turned his head to look at Shi Feng.

Obviously, the avatar of his ancestor passed this death sickle to him, but this death sickle was originally the property of his master.

How can I ask for it myself!