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Just as Yan Luo turned into black mist and was about to escape, Ye Ling uttered a cry of surprise, when suddenly, the Buried Skies Coffin spewed out a stream of blood and turned into a net that enveloped the black mist.

Yan Luo ran over with a sinister and evil look on its face. Its entire body was wrapped in a bloody net, rendering him helpless. The power within his body was actually rapidly depleting.

Ye Ling's eyes were scarlet red as he let out a furious roar. In the instant that he waved his hand, the blood net became as sharp as a blade and instantly penetrated into Yan Luo's body. Then, strands of black light quickly flew out of his body.

"AHH!" The blood net entered his body and directly enveloped the nether pill in his body. The moment he lost the mana supply, his body actually started to quickly rot away, turning into a pile of white bones and disappearing in an instant.

As Yan Luo was killed, the blood net was still floating in the air. Inside the net, there was a fist-sized black bead. This bead was the reason why Yan Luo was immortal.

The nether pill was the source of the Nether Abyss's power, it's interior contained the power of death and contained the power of the Underworld Realm's laws. The reason why Yan Luo could escape and revive after death was because of the nether pill's tyranny.

This was a bold idea. Yama Minamiya had revived a corpse for ten thousand years, and his nether pill was even older than that. His internal energy was extremely abundant, and he naturally possessed the power to revive the dead.

Only, if the nether pill was injected into Yin Susu's body, Yin Susu would no longer be a living person, but a dead man through and through.

Thinking about that, Ye Ling shook his head and rejected the idea. Yin Susu would never agree to let him do this, since there was no need to live anymore after death, he did not wish for the beautiful Yin Susu to become a corpse with no humanity at all.

After dispelling this thought, Ye Ling directly raised his head to look at the Sickle of the God of Death that was floating in the distance. Last time, his carelessness caused the Sickle of the God of Death to escape, so she naturally would not act rashly this time.

The Xue Wuya appeared out of thin air as it stared at the Scythe of Death with a frosty expression. She was originally a spirit of the Buried Skies Coffin, so with her artifact spirit body, she could naturally feel the special features inside the Scythe of Death.

"The Sickle of the God of Death contains a dimension within it. If I'm not mistaken, the Blood Demon has been imprisoned in that dimension." The Xue Wuya opened its mouth and revealed the secret of the Sickle of the God of Death.

"How certain are you that you can imprison the Scythe of Death?" Ye Ling frowned. The Sickle of the God of Death contained an independent space, and there must be danger involved. He stared at the Xue Wuya and asked.

"Seventy percent!"

"But you must seal off this void to prevent the Sickle of the God of Death from escaping. Otherwise, I won't even have half a chance!"

The Xue Wuya looked solemn as it instructed Ye Ling. The Scythe of Death had the ability of space-time and could move about freely, not being restricted by any power.

This was the most troublesome part, and the Xue Wuya was trying to warn Ye Ling specifically for a foolproof plan.

Hearing that, Ye Ling's expression became serious, he then nodded his head, and suddenly waved his hands, causing the space around them to freeze, ripples weaving into a network, directly enveloping the entire space, cutting off the Qi from the surroundings, and creating an independent space.

After Ye Ling finished doing all of this, the Xue Wuya quietly turned into a ray of blood light and flew towards the Scythe of the Death God. When the Xue Wuya approached the Scythe of the Death God, the suddenly calm Scythe of the Death God actually swayed violently, as if it was issuing a severe warning to the Xue Wuya.

The Xue Wuya's face congealed, and with a sudden wave of its hand, a blood-red light quickly enveloped the Sickle of the God of Death.

Weng! *

The Sickle of the God of Death let out an ear-piercing screech as ripples spread out from within the Sickle of the God of Death, attempting to break free from its bindings.

"You want to run?!"

The Xue Wuya frowned, sensing that the power from the Scythe of Death was actually seeping into the binding force of the Scythe of Death. With a roar, it suddenly turned into a shadow and instantly charged into the Scythe of Death.

BOOM!

The Sickle of the God of Death suddenly broke free from its bindings and a bloody light appeared from within. It was in a stalemate with the power within as it emitted ripples and shook the surrounding spatial enchantments.

Ye Ling's expression was grave, his gaze on the Sickle of the God of Death was filled with worry. Even if the Xue Wuya were to personally attack, he was still afraid that the Sickle of the God of Death would not be able to subdue.

The Sickle of the God of Death was a sacred item in the Nether Abyss, how could it be so easy to change its owner? There was an extremely strong will to protect the interior, it could not be killed, and the Sickle of the God of Death could not be calmed down.

BOOM!

Just as Ye Ling stared, his heart filled with worry, suddenly, the Scythe of the God of Death emitted a loud sound, shaking the air and causing his spatial enchantment to quickly shatter, unable to hold on for much longer.

Ye Ling's expression tensed up, his heart filled with anxiety. Suddenly, a loud shout came out from inside the Sickle of the God of Death, and the light emitted by the Sickle of the God of Death quickly dimmed, enveloping the Sickle of the God of Death in a blinding red light.

"Whiz!"

The Xue Wuya flew out, its face as pale as paper, the aura of its entire body obviously extremely weak. In order to subdue the Scythe of the Death God, he had spent a great deal of effort.

Seeing that the Xue Wuya had appeared, Ye Ling was ecstatic, he anxiously stepped forward and asked: "How is the situation?"

"The internal will of the Sickle of the God of Death has been forcefully erased by me. Although the Sickle of the God of Death has been subdued, don't be happy too early. The internal will of the Sickle of the God of Death has a great origin."

The Xue Wuya's face was grave. When fighting with the internal will of the Scythe of Death, he actually felt the aura of the owner of the will. That was a terrifying existence, it had already killed Ye Ling millions of times.

"An influential background?"

"Could that be the master of the Nether Abyss?"

Ye Ling was shocked, to be able to be valued so highly by the Xue Wuya, their strength must have reached beyond the heavens, and other than the Nether Abyss's master, who else was the most terrifying person in the Nether Abyss?

"I don't dare to be sure, but I can guarantee that he will definitely come back to find you. It's best for you to leave this place as soon as possible, and enter the Nine Dragons Sky Domain as soon as possible."

The Xue Wuya shook her head. He had never seen the master of the Nether Abyss, so she could not be sure who it was, but he knew that the current Octoterra Divine Region was no longer at peace.

He had to take the Xue Wuya's words seriously, but how could he enter the Nine Dragons Sky Domain if he thought that the Heaven Gate had not been opened?

After a moment of silence, Ye Ling walked over to the Sickle of the God of Death. Waving his hand, the Sickle of the God of Death flew into his hand and injected some magic power into it.

"That's the Netherworld Soldier, only the dead can use it. Even if you use up all your strength, you can't move the Scythe of Death by even a little."

He found's unrealistic actions laughable. A dead person's thing naturally needed to be performed by a dead person.

Without the death aura as a source of power, the Scythe of Death would never have been awakened, so Ye Ling was overthinking it.

Ye Ling was surprised. After going through so much effort, to be able to get a piece of scrap metal, wasn't this all for nothing?

Ye Ling gazed at the Sickle of the God of Death in his hand as he separated his consciousness to search the inner space. No matter how hard he searched, he was unable to find any trace of the Blood Demon.

"How is this possible?"

Ye Ling's face suddenly turned extremely ugly. He had gone through so much pain and suffering to come to the Nether Abyss in order to save the blood demon, but now he could not even sense a trace of the blood demon's aura.

"Not just you, even I can't feel the blood demon's aura, but I don't think it'll be that easy to kill it. You should find someone to fuse with the Sickle of the God of Death and see if you can open up the inner space."

The Xue Wuya's face congealed, what Ye Ling had said was precisely what he wanted to remind Ye Ling. The Sickle of the God of Death was currently ownerless, if he wanted to solve the mystery behind the Sickle of the God of Death, he had to completely control it to have a trace of hope.

Ye Ling's expression froze for a moment. The Xue Wuya's reminder had made his dispelled thoughts of reviving Yin Susu from his mind once again, and that was to revive Yin Susu with the nether pill.

In the Nether Abyss, Yin Susu seemed to be the only person he could trust. Although this woman was shrewd, she could still be considered trustworthy; at least she had shared life and death with him once.

However, Ye Ling could not bear to see a girl as beautiful as a flower turning into a walking corpse. It caused him to feel extremely disappointed in his heart.

"I can only give it a try!"

"If Yin Susu doesn't want to drag it out, I'll personally send her off."

Thinking about that, Ye Ling retracted his gaze and looked down, only to see the current Emperor Huang had completely killed Ming Jiao, causing his mansion to be almost destroyed.

Without any hesitation, Ye Ling and Emperor Huang quickly left the capital city. Now that the Son of Death was killed, the City Lord's Mansion was razed to the ground.

Ye Ling and Yue Shan quietly left. In a moment, the sky above the City Lord's Mansion was filled with people, their faces all gloomy and gloomy, amongst them three black-robed old men who were the most furious.

They were the Nether Abyss's "Three Corpse Elders", the supreme experts guarding the four sides of the Nether Abyss. Their cultivations had all reached the ninth stage of the Early Stage, so any one of them was sufficient to cause Ye Ling to die without a burial.

"Son of Death will definitely find us and exonerate us if he is killed!"

The Yin Corpse's face was ugly, its hollow eyes were spitting fire, the Profound Spirit Qi around its body was extremely terrifying, it was actually releasing a rotting Qi.

"The three corpse forces have all been dispatched to seal off the Nether Abyss's exit. Even if we have to turn the Nether Abyss upside down, we have to find them!"

The Ghsot Corpse had a smile on his face, but his expression was extremely gloomy and cold, as though he was going to eat someone, it was extremely terrifying, the skulls around his looked extremely evil and cautious.

"This matter needs to be notified to the Lord of Nether Abyss as soon as possible. If Son of Death is killed, it will definitely incite the anger of the Underworld Realm. Quickly go and capture the culprit, I will make a trip to the Underworld Realm."

As the leader of the three corpses, he was naturally responsible for this matter. Only he was able to enter the Underworld Realm because he was called necrotic corpse.