With the current severe injury of the Scorpion King, the First Emperor's attack was enough to kill him, so Fang Xiaoyu, who had recovered his breath, had no intention of intervening. It would be better to let the First Emperor kill the Scorpion King.

Then, the moment the First Emperor's sword pierced into the Scorpion King's body, the dying Scorpion King suddenly raised his head and showed a hideous and weird smile at the First Emperor.

A huge black aura emerged from the Scorpion King's body and instantly enveloped the Scorpion King. At the same time, a terrifying aura spread out, and a figure could be vaguely seen floating above the Scorpion King's body.

Fang Xiaoyu's expression changed drastically. He flashed and appeared beside the First Emperor, and the two stared at each other with caution.

In the black aura, a faint voice came and said, "A mortal like ant, you are so brave that you dare to kill my god's slave..."

Fang Xiaoyu took a deep breath and stared at the other party's needs and said, "Death..."

The faint voice seemed to spread across the sky and ten earthly words: "Since I know this god, I still kneel down quickly and offer you my souls, this god..."

The First Emperor shouted: "Who is Mao Shen? He dares to pretend to be a god and make ghosts here? I am telling the emperor that all the people protect their bodies, why are you afraid of you as a ghost or a god?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Fang Xiaoyu's mouth. It was indeed worthy of being the First Emperor. Even ghosts and gods could not move Emperor Qin. If it could, Emperor Qin would not mind killing the ghosts and gods.

However, the words of the First Emperor completely angered the God of Death. Then the black aura surged violently, and the originally illusory figure gradually became clearer.

Fang Xiaoyu suddenly caught a thunder and slashed at the black figure, and at the same time he wanted to dodge it. Yaoyao stared at the angry phantom of the Death and laughed: "It turns out that it is just a projection of impression that is not useful. If the God of Death really came to the world, the power of the gods would be vast, and the world would have changed color long ago and the world would have shaken it."

After Fang Xiaoyu said this, the First Emperor also reacted and felt relieved in his heart. He was not afraid, but the First Emperor also knew that a god was definitely not something he could provoke.

But if it was just a divine mark, the First Emperor would not think that he and Fang Xiaoyu would have no power to fight.

Just as Fang Xiaoyu said, what appeared here was just a projection of the God of Death. It was when the Scorpion King's life was threatened and the mark instinctively stimulated the phantom of the God of Death that manifested it.

Of course, even if the Death God's Imprint is just transformed by a wisp of the Death God's Imprint, it is not very powerful. At least the shadow of the Death God's Imprint transformed by the Death God's Imprint made Fang Xiaoyu and the First Emperor feel a deep threat to life, which means that the Death God's Imprint has the power to kill them.

However, no matter how threat is, even if you have the power to kill two people, whether you can kill them in the end is another matter.

If it weren't for this, Fang Xiaoyu wouldn't have been impatient to live and wanted to die. How could he provoke a god of death?

Fang Xiaoyu has always been considering whether the Death God mark on the Scorpion King can summon the projection of the Death God. Now it seems that it is impossible to summon the Death God, but that mark is simply transformed by a wisp of the Death God’s divine thought.

It is difficult to withstand the power of the God of Death in the world, so it is not that easy for the God of Death to break through the barriers of the world and enter the world. However, a ray of divine thought can still be manifested in the world.

As a god, how could the god of death be able to withstand the contempt that Fang Xiaoyu and the Emperor of the First Emperor were facing him? This made the god of death feel a great insult.

No matter what, they had to kill the two, but the God of Death also knew his weakness. He was just a wisp of divine thoughts in his original body, and his power was not strong. Otherwise, if the deity was again, he might have blown away the two of them.

Suddenly, a shrill howl came, and it turned out that the dying Scorpion King was struggling violently in the black aura.

The Scorpion King struggled wildly and tried to break free, but unfortunately the black aura enveloped him, and he could not break free no matter how hard he struggled.

"God of death, master, please spare me, don't swallow me, I don't want to die..."

The tragic sound of the Scorpion King came out, and Fang Xiaoyu and the First Emperor couldn't help but change their expressions. Fang Xiaoyu said: "No, the God of Death must be absorbing the flesh and blood of the Scorpion King. Never let him continue, otherwise his strength will be stronger and we will be more dangerous."

Without Fang Xiaoyu's reminder, the First Emperor also knew what the Death God's Imprint was doing. Without saying a word, the First Emperor stabbed the Emperor's sword towards the black aura.

Fang Xiaoyu even bit the tip of his tongue, sprayed his blood on his palm, and at the same time drew mysterious runes.

"Thunder in the palm of your hand."

In dealing with existences like Death, martial arts are of course of poor use, but Taoism is the most suitable.

With a loud bang, the lightning flashed. The thunder produced by Fang Xiaoyu's palm was simply shocking. Even if the God of Death was hit by Fang Xiaoyu, he couldn't help but let out an angry roar.

Fang Xiaoyu succeeded with a blow, and with a thought, he saw a thunder wooden sword appearing in his hand. This thunder wooden sword was made up of a thousand-year lightning wooden sword that Fang Xiaoyu spent all his efforts to collect.

Because it was the second time to sacrifice and refine it with your own hands, this thunder-strike wooden sword is a bit more powerful than the one that was destroyed at the beginning.

However, Fang Xiaoyu has always used his own magic power to warm up the thunder wooden magic sword. Now it can be said that it is the first battle for the birth of the thunder wooden magic sword.

The sound of the sword buzzing, and the mighty aura of the strongest and most yang came from the thunder-striking wooden sword, making people know at a glance that it is definitely a sword that subdues demons and eliminates demons.

Taking steps of the mysterious seven-star step, Fang Xiaoyu rushed towards the Death God's Impression. The sword shone with thunderous light, which can be said to be the greatest threat to the Death God's Impression.

"The ant actually dares to hurt my divine body. I want you to die."

I saw a hand slapping at Fang Xiaoyu. This was a big hand that gathered the energy of death, almost substantial. It is conceivable that if this palm really slapped Fang Xiaoyu, Fang Xiaoyu's life would probably be lost.

"Ah, break it for me."

The surrounding void was actually locked by the palm of the God of Death. Fang Xiaoyu even couldn't do it if he wanted to activate the earth escape technique. The experienced God of Death even blocked the earth.

Unless Fang Xiaoyu broke the ban with one blow, he would have to choose to take the palm of the God of Death.

Fang Xiaoyu is indeed able to break the ban. The key to breaking the ban will inevitably take time. Perhaps a moment of effort can be broken, but after wasting that moment of effort, Fang Xiaoyu's life and death will be separated.

Because as long as Fang Xiaoyu is distracted and breaks the ban, he will inevitably be killed by the God of Death with a palm.

So Fang Xiaoyu didn't even think about it, and directly cut his finger and applied his blood to the thunder wooden magic sword, absorbing Fang Xiaoyu's blood. Thunder flashed on the thunder wooden magic sword, and thunder flashed around the magic sword. The situation was quite terrifying.

"The most strong and yang, the hundred evils are easy to win, bombard me!"

With a rumbling sound, Fang Xiaoyu's magic sword rose into the sky, and at the same time, an extremely thick thunder thunder struck down in the air.

"Ah, ants, dare you!"

The Death God's Imprint was struck by thunder, and the aura around him suddenly dissipated a lot. Even the Death God's Imprint needed to be used was a little dimmed. Obviously, in the attack just now, the Death God's Imprint suffered a loss.

However, even if you suffer a loss, the Death God's Imprint is transformed by the divine thoughts of a true god, so even if the thunder strikes, it cannot be killed with one blow.

You should know that Fang Xiaoyu had just spent a lot of money to slash the ghost king, which was comparable to the great master, and it could scatter his soul.

Fang Xiaoyu sighed lightly, and with one blow, he could see the power of the Death God's Imprint, but from this point, he could also see the horror of a true body.

It was just a wisp of divine thought, but it was so powerful. Looking at the Death God's Impression, Fang Xiaoyu had a thought. If Bai Qi was asked to swallow the Death God's Impression, would he be able to make a smooth breakthrough?

This is a divine imprint of the god of death, which is not very useful to Fang Xiaoyu, but to Bai Qi, it is a great medicine.

With a moving heart, Fang Xiaoyu said to Lei Tingting, who was leading the army of military souls below to kill the evil ghost of the Gods' Legion: "Tingting, please come out of the gate of Wu'anjun."

The momentum of the Death God's Mark here is so great that Lei Tingting cannot not notice it, so Lei Tingting's attention has always been partly focused. After hearing Fang Xiaoyu's words, he did not hesitate, and immediately awakened Bai Qi in seclusion through the ghost and god seal.

Bai Qi went into seclusion and looked for an opportunity to break through, but he was still stuck before the threshold and could not take that step. He was suddenly awakened by Lei Tingting. Just when Bai Qi asked what was going on to awaken him, Lei Tingting pointed out, and a stream of light penetrated between Bai Qi's eyebrows. In an instant, Bai Qi understood the beginning and end of the matter.

Bai Qi was naturally surprised to learn that there was a brand of a god. If he could swallow the divine mark, he could definitely cross that threshold and become a ghost immortal.

However, Bai Qi also knew that a wisp of divine thoughts from a god was definitely not so easy to deal with. As soon as his mind moved, he heard Bai Qi's long roar, and then three thousand military souls below soared into the sky. With Bai Qi as the core, a huge military formation appeared.

However, in Lei Tingting's view, this military formation formed a giant, which was more than ten feet tall, and was densely composed of military souls. With the help of the power of the military formation, such a giant military formation with Bai Qi as the core can fully exert the power of the ghost immortal.

A rumbling roar came, and Bai Qi rushed straight to the place where Fang Xiaoyu and the God of Death were imprinted, and shouted: "Lord, I will help you."

A large halberd appeared in Bai Qi's hand, and swung the halberd and slashed towards the Death God's mark. The terrifying evil aura that soared into the sky, especially Bai Qi's murderous aura that condensed with the substance, even the Death God's mark could not bear it.

With a bang, the halberd was slashing on the mark of the God of Death, but the God of Death condensed a spear of the God of Death with its rich death energy and collided with the Big Eagle of Death.

The Death God's Imprint staggered and did not take much advantage. However, Bai Qi's attack was not so easy to withstand. Dozens of souls that formed the military formation instantly scattered.

The Death Imprint stared at Bai Qi and the giant made of military souls, and suddenly opened his mouth wide. Anubis was the ancient Egyptian God of Death, with a jackal head, and a human figure.

Now that a huge jackal head appeared, Anubis opened his wolf's mouth and bit Bai Qi and the others.

After all, Anubis is the god of death and naturally restrains the soul. Therefore, innately, Anubis restrains Bai Qi, but Bai Qi can also bring the greatest harm to Anubis's imprint.

Fang Xiaoyu saw this and saw Anubis biting towards the giant composed of Bai Qi. He suddenly bit his fingertips and pointed it on the magic sword. Then he sacrificed the magic sword and shouted in a deep voice: "Go."

The magic sword appeared in front of Anubis instantly and penetrated into his body. If it was just passing through his virtual body, it would be fine, but Fang Xiaoyu put in a big capital and shouted: "Breaking it for me."

The thunder flashed, and the dazzling lightning rose into the sky, flooding the shadow of the god of death transformed by Anubis's divine thoughts.

When the lightning dissipated, Anubis's divine thought phantom was extremely erratic, and he was obviously severely injured by Fang Xiaoyu's attack.

"Oh, damn mortals, you have angered God, I want you to die."

While speaking, Anubis actually rushed towards the bottom. Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but change his expression when he saw it: "No, don't let him devour his soul, otherwise we will definitely not be his opponent by then."

Whether it is the Death Legion, the Terracotta Army, or the Military Soul below, it can be said to be Anubis's great tonic food. As long as the souls below are swallowed, Anubis's divine thought imprint will not only be restored, but will also become extremely powerful. At that time, even if it is the First Emperor, Fang Xiaoyu, and Bai Qi join forces, it will not be their opponents.

"Haha, a bunch of ants, please wait for death."

The god of death thrust down with a crazy smile. In his eyes, those souls were extremely delicious food. If they were swallowed, they could strengthen their own strength.

Even though Fang Xiaoyu and the other two responded quickly, they were one step slower after all. Seeing that a large number of souls were about to be swallowed by the God of Death imprint and turned into their power, at this moment, a slander came.

Fang Xiaoyu's expression changed, Lei Tingting was still below, she was no match for the God of Death brand, if...

Fang Xiaoyu, who was worried about Lei Tingting's safety, looked at Lei Tingting and happened to see Lei Tingting smash the ghost mark in his hand towards the God of Death mark.

A jade-colored light filled the body of the Ghost Seal. The Ghost Seal of Death did not take the Ghost Seal of Death at all. It opened the wolf's mouth and sucked it violently. Whether it was the military soul, the evil ghost in hell, or the Terracotta Warriors, it was actually sucked up by it and flew towards it.

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