C903 Scythe of death (1/2)
Feng Wushuang's beautiful eyes slightly shrank.
To be so cruel to himself, what kind of secret technique was this?
Zhan Tianming, on the other hand, was very calm.
After all, he had grown up in the midst of a life and death battle. He had seen too many bloody scenes, and had even killed himself by bathing in blood. Although he had never seen such a cruel person before, how could he not pay a price when using a powerful secret technique?
Just like his own Nine-Shaped Mirage Lightning that was born from the Nine Changes of Divine Form, he needed to use the Blood Essence.
Standing on the snowy ground, Zeng Kuilin's face too was expressionless.
As if he didn't know what fear was in his eyes, those eyes, were looking at Black Wing Feather Cultivator fearlessly.
The look in the eyes of these three people, and especially Zhan Tianming's indifferent expression, made Black Wing Feather Cultivator even more dissatisfied.
”Humph!”
With a snort, Black Wing Feather Cultivator threw the exploding eyeball in her hand directly into the air.
”Come, Death Scythe. I offer sacrifice with my left eye. Please take the lives of these three Human Clan cultivators.”
The shouts reverberated in the air.
”Ugh …”
An ancient and hoarse voice came from the void. It was like the chanting of a death god, causing people to feel uncomfortable.
The entire space turned into a dark night in an instant.
The lonely atmosphere that enveloped the night sky was enough to send chills down one's spine.
An illusory figure slowly appeared behind Black Wing Feather Cultivator. It was a hundred meters tall, and one could only see the vague outline of a figure as well as a pair of blood-red eyes.
Violent winds howled, lightning flashed.
”Boom!” Bang! Bang!
The power of the wind and thunder of the Black Wing Feather Cultivator continued to circulate, and borrowing the light of the lightning, Zhan Tianming and the others finally managed to clearly see the three hundred meters tall black figure.
In his hand was a huge, black sickle, with chains on it.
Death? Scythe of Death?
This seems to be some kind of summoning secret technique, but it needs to be used with the Death Power of Law and the 'living beings' that need to be sacrificed to summon, it's probably very terrifying and powerful.
A suppressive aura had already completely enveloped this entire space.
The Death Scythe was slowly lifted up. With the aid of the flashing lightning, a cold light flashed from the Death Scythe.
Black Wing Feather Cultivator's body started to tremble.
Apparently, summoning such a terrifying creature was a huge burden to him.
However, Black Wing Feather Cultivator was smiling.
”Hmph, the three of you are definitely going to die.”
Zhan Tianming did not even bother to look at the Black Wing Feather Cultivator, he was already at the end of his tether, and after holding on for a while, he would become a half-dead dog lying on the ground. At that time, wouldn't it be as he wished to take care of him?
Zhan Tianming's gaze was only locked onto that 'creature' with a pair of enormous red eyes.
Fight!
The will to fight suddenly rose to the skies.
The right hand Zhan Tianming was holding onto the Nameless Divine Sword with, also tightened abruptly as well.
Clank, clank, clank.
Clank, clank, clank.
The sword hummed as the void trembled.
Sou sou sou …
Sou sou sou …
There seemed to be thousands of sword Qis flying around him, piercing through the void incessantly.
Just then, the Death Scythe in the monster's hand was raised to the highest point, and then suddenly swept down, bringing along a terrifying death hurricane. Furthermore, the Death Scythe had produced many gloomy and cold Power of Thunder s, and all the areas that the Death Scythe Blade swept past, were all ripped apart.
This strike was truly terrifying!
Zhan Tianming did not dare to underestimate him, and shouted out in his heart.