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Chapter 1660 Ancestral Soldiers, Life Sickle

Everyone has their own dark side in their hearts. When the dark side bursts out, they will become two completely different people from their usual self. When they think about it later, they will be frightened by their thoughts and behaviors in their dark side.

If the dark side of ordinary people is one, then the dark side of Zhang Xuan is ten! Zhang Xuan's dark side has been suppressed all the time, but as the words engraved on the stone wall of the cave say, if you suppress it blindly, you will only encounter an explosion.

There is a saying that when an honest man goes crazy, he will become a demon.

At this moment, Zhang Xuan was actually wandering on the edge of the demon.

As said, the monarch of man and the emperor of demons are in one thought.

Zhang Xuan's eyes emitted a color full of silence.

The black dead energy condensed into a black sickle and rotated above Zhang Xuan's head.

"It seems that I have found a ancestral tool."

Zhang Xuan raised his head, and the rotating black sickle stopped rotating instantly and inserted it diagonally behind Zhang Xuan's back. The sickle was covered with coldness, which was passed from Zhang Xuan's back.

The witch has retreated to the entrance of the cave.

"Do you think you can leave?"

Zhang Xuan's eyes suddenly locked on the witch.

The witch flapped her wings behind her back and brought a strong hurricane toward Zhang Xuan. The witch herself quickly retreated out of the cave at this time.

"I can't escape."

Zhang Xuan stepped forward, and the violent hurricane that had caused countless troubles to him had instantly dissipated, as if it had never happened before.

The witch mocked Zhang Xuan for sending out heavenly things, but she didn't know that the divine bead had always been Zhang Xuan's dark side. Even the moment the divine bead awakens, it was dominated by the dark side.

Zhang Xuan on the dark side is two completely different combat powers from him now.

Zhang Xuan took another step and his figure appeared directly outside the cave.

Outside the cave, the witch waved her wings and wanted to escape.

After Zhang Xuan chased out, he looked up at the sky. The sickle flew up behind him, and then slashed in the air.

"Click!"

A broken sound sounded, and a black light appeared in front of the witch, which blocked the witch's way.

The black sickle slashed continuously again.

The sound of "krakrakrakrakrakrakrakrakra" sounded one after another, and several black lights appeared beside the witch, trapping the witch in this black light and separating it from the surrounding heaven and earth.

The witch looked around in horror.

"Come on, let me see what kind of strength the so-called god has."

Zhang Xuan stepped into the blockade of this black light in one step.

When entering the range of the black light, the scene in front of Zhang Xuan changed. It was no longer the barren mountain of the Luo River. What appeared in front of Zhang Xuan was an endless purgatory scene. This was what the witch saw now. The black light was formed by the dead energy. These dead energy could hit people's hearts and transform the most feared side in people's hearts.

Zhang Xuan looked at everything in front of him with interest. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said, "I can't tell that the so-called God is afraid of in his heart. It seems that God is just like this, he is just doing some self-deception."

"I kill you!"

The witch became angry and as if she had been torn off a layer of fig leaf. She swelled her wings and grabbed Zhang Xuan with countless white bone claws.

In a sea of ​​fire in Purgatory, a female corpse fell into the sea of ​​fire. The corpse was completely submerged. Only in the lava sea of ​​fire, a thick white bone stretched out. The appearance of the bone claws was exactly the same as the claws that the witch now transformed.

"So that's the case."

Zhang Xuan showed a thoughtful look. The black magic sword in his hand dispersed and held the black sickle. When Zhang Xuan grabbed the sickle, the black cloak appeared out of thin air on Zhang Xuan. At this moment, Zhang Xuan was like a god of death. He held the sickle and gently drew an arc, and the white claws in the sky disappeared completely.

Zhang Xuan looked at the witch.

"It was originally a body of heroic spirits, and the body was reshaped by someone. The body of heroic spirits was taken into the body and reborn. What you fear was death."

As Zhang Xuan turned his wrist, his sickle turned, "It was a dead body, there was no need to survive in this world anymore."

The sickle brought out a huge crescent moon and floated above the witch's body. In the sea of ​​karst, a giant sickle slowly rose from the karst, and the karst continued to fall from the black sickle.

In Zhang Xuan's hand, the black sickle formed by the dead energy turned into a marking symbol and printed onto the huge sickle that appeared from the karst. Zhang Xuan jumped, stood on the top of the sickle, and spoke softly: "Ancestral Soldier, I'll be the sickle!"

At this moment, Zhang Xuan really unsealed his life sickle, allowing this ancestral soldier who once represented the name of death to see the light of heaven again.

The witch was completely bound under the crescent moon. She kept struggling, but it had no effect. She could only watch Zhang Xuan holding the life sickle, getting closer and closer to him. The life sickle that was seeking life could take her life away at any time.

“So what about God?

It’s not impossible to kill!”

Zhang Xuan waved his sickle.

A head flew up, and the witch's body, which was constantly struggling, calmed down.

A pillar of fire rose into the sky, flooding the witch's headless body.

"wrong!"

Zhang Xuan suddenly turned his body and looked at the thrown head.

It was seen that the witch's enchanting face turned rotten. It was a skull that appeared in front of Zhang Xuan. A green flame emerged from the skull.

"Blasphemy! Blasphemy! Blasphemy!"

The skull made a sound, no longer the witch's voice, but a low and hoarse voice.

When the pillar of fire that soared into the sky fell, the witch's enchanting body also turned into dry bones, but it was not scattered and still combined.

"Zhang Xuan, you and your son are brave and blasphemous. Their sins are unforgivable! I will definitely take your life!"

The skull turned into a stream of light and disappeared in an instant in this purgatory. The black light brought by the life sickle could not stop the skull from leaving. The headless dead bone also completely dispersed at this time, shooting in all directions, completely disappearing in front of Zhang Xuan.

The most fearful scene that the life sickle can arouse people's hearts. This purgatory is the most fearful appearance in the witch's heart. When the witch leaves, the purgatory disappears, and the surroundings become the barren mountains of the Luo River.

Zhang Xuan landed on the ground, and he walked to the entrance of the cave, bowed deeply.

"Old man Lu, I can only look at my heart completely now."

The black on Zhang Xuan's body gradually faded away, and his eyes became clear. From this moment on, Zhang Xuan no longer had the so-called suppressed tyranny. He was still the same person, but he was more sober than before.
Chapter completed!
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