Chapter 1451

Call——

The world is quiet, leaving only the sound of the sea breeze blowing and the light jump of waves.

The tenth round of bright moon appeared for a long time without any attack.

"Is the robbery over?" Some people can't help but express their doubts.

"No." The grave keeper's expression was particularly dignified. He turned and looked at the boundless sea behind him, and his pupils contracted violently.

I don't know when the sea was full of dead fish.

Some of them also rolled their white bellies and made a final struggle.

Moreover, more and more dead fish emerge from the seabed and spread to the beach.

It was like death, landing on Linlang island from a distance.

"All! Department! Flash! Open! " The tomb keeper trembled all over and had an unspeakable sense of fear in his heart.

What made his hair stand upright was that there began to be a large area of dead fish on the beach.

The soft white beach suddenly appeared a pair of dark footprints.

There is an invisible existence, set foot on Linlang island.

Footprints one by one, towards the direction of summer light dust.

Along the way, the footprints were all dark and emitting bursts of black smoke.

On the way, the flowers withered, the plants burned, the snakes, insects, rats and ants died one after another, the Centennial spirit tree lost its green color, the spirit of the Millennium spirit passed, and the moon was dirty.

Seeing the meat, Linlang island was shrouded in a faint dark atmosphere.

Those who lack cultivation in the star realm feel nausea, vomiting and dizziness.

Those who are less than the moon are flustered, short of breath and pale.

Those above the moon level also have an inexplicable heartbeat.

The footprints went straight all the way until they reached the pit.

Xia Qingchen lay at the bottom of the pit, motionless, silently waiting for death.

"It's no wonder that sacrificing the bleeding moon was the breakthrough of the former God King in the world." The hoarse, cold, slightly coughing voice sounded leisurely.

Xia Qingchen looked into her eyes.

Ordinary people can't see it, but Xia Qingchen's eyes can see it. An old man in an old black robe with half a roll of remnant books in his hand and a pair of chains around his waist.

His skin was as white as paper and bloodless as a dead body.

But the palms and feet are very dark.

At the moment, feet on the ground, emitting bursts of black smoke.

"It's the God of death." Xia Qingchen was speechless and forced his voice with mental strength.

not bad

The tenth round of the moon is not a projection of the gods.

But a living God!!

The God of death issued an old hoarse voice: "there is a sign of the king of labor, and I still remember the little God."

Among the gods of the heavens, the God of death is not a great God.

But it's not small.

He, who is in charge of death, gives mortals and nine natural spirits the fear of soul.

"If you can take away the former God King, the little God will have no regrets in this life." The God of death is filled with emotion.

Once clean and high, he dared not look directly at him.

I never thought that one day, it would be him who would completely end the life of the dust-free God King.

Xia Qingchen's mental force forced him into a line: "you betrayed me."

There is no doubt that the God of death came to earth under the command of nine days, then it means that he took refuge in the new God King - condensate.

"God King, can you live even if I have not betrayed?" The God of death walked slowly down the pit.

Towards the summer light dust, step by step.

"I won't kill you, but the news that you are still alive spread to nine days. Will the king of frost let you go?"

The God of death was full of helplessness: "I was ordered to do it, don't blame me."

"Can you defend yourself without taking the order of the frost God King?" Xia Qingchen was surprisingly calm: "without frost command, you also want to kill me."

Who is most afraid of the return of the dust-free king?

Is it a cream?

No, she once killed the king of dust-free God. She has the confidence to be not afraid of the king of God.

He who fears dust is the gods of the heavens who betray him.

Because they are the first ones to be destroyed when the king of dust-free God returns.

In the eyes of the God of death, ripples rippled, and a strange smile came out of his mouth: "since the God king knows, the little God won't hide."

"The dead king of dust-free God is the best king."

He's going to do it.

Xia Qingchen is not arrogant and impetuous: "the sad little god only gives people as dogs all his life."

"When a dog, it depends on who to be and give the cream. I'd like to." The God of death's tranquil way.

Xia Qingchen said, "so you can only be a dog and can't be God, because you don't even have a dream of being God."

Hearing this, the God of death stopped.

His eyes turned a deep light: "God King, do you want to make a deal with me?"

Xia Qingchen said faintly, "from today on, it's for my use. I'll help you become a God."

The God of death was palpitating.

He has been a God for thousands of years, and he has never been able to take a step forward to cover the reason, and no one has pointed out the maze.

The God King is so ethereal that he doesn't care to give him advice at all.

God cherishes himself and refuses to give guidance to God.

Although Xia Qingchen is the Fallen God King, his experience is still there. If he is willing to give advice, it may not be impossible to achieve God.

"Yes!" The God of death did not think too much.

Because this is a very cost-effective business.

"I will hide the news that you are alive. As a price, you will help me become God." The God of death slowly said.

Xia Qingchen said, "deal."

The two reached an agreement in silence.

Interests not only exist in the world, but also apply among gods.

"You're badly hurt." The God of death squats down and points his finger on Xia Qingchen.

A powerful force poured in and healed Xia Qingchen's broken bones and eroded lungs in a magical moment.

After all, he is God.

However, what fell on Xia Qingchen together was the black chain painted on the waist of the God of death, which firmly locked Xia Qingchen's wrists.

"Did you go back?" Xia Qingchen looks at the God of death.

The latter pulled the other end of the chain and shook his head: "no! I keep my promise. "

His promise is to hide the existence of Xia Qingchen.

However, there is no commitment not to take away Xia Qingchen.

"No dust, you are no longer the king." The God of death said faintly, "I can catch you. Why should I use it for you?"

He can imprison Xia Qingchen and let him give directions.

Why should we wronged ourselves and supply the Xia Qingchen who has become a mortal?

"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me." The Shinto of death.

He will not kill Xia Qingchen, let alone expose his existence. He will only imprison him for a long time and squeeze his value bit by bit.

"In fact, I disdain to make a deal with a Chinese God." Summer light dust is surprisingly quiet.

The God of death's eyes showed a trace of surprise: "you have nothing. Do you want to break away from a God?"

He shook his head and felt that Xia Qingchen was bluffing.

If Xia Qingchen had the power to threaten him, how could he come to this point?

Until Xia Qingchen's fingers flew out three broken pieces.

The debris emits a gentle and peaceful light, which makes people feel calm when bathed.