At this time, in a large hall of the Death Star, the previous warden of the Hero Prison, Obart, was discussing with several Death Star executives about Huang Yi.

"Although the God of Killing is the best among the heaven-sent people, his strength is still too weak, and he has not even reached the level of God, and he is not enough to take charge of the Temple of Death! Our Third Legion respects only the strong! If he can beat the old man, the old man will be convinced! A burly man in white armor said in a loud voice. He held a huge mace, and his voice was rough like thunder, he was the third marshal of the ten marshals of the Temple of Death, conquered one world after another for the god of death, and sowed the light of faith in the god of death to countless living beings.

"Sooner or later, the killing god will become a god! And even if he is at his current strength, you are not necessarily his opponent. Obart said unceremoniously.

"It's not appropriate for the God of Death to sit on the throne of Lord Death alone without informing us! He had to at least show us what he was capable of and prove that he was indeed capable of inheriting the position of Lord Death. A man in a gorgeous robe said politely. He is the left envoy of death, who once sent hundreds of millions of worlds on behalf of the god of death, and gave the will of death to the leaders of countless forces.

"I haven't even seen the face of a killing god, and now let me surrender to him, it's unreasonable!"

"The position of the god of death, the capable occupy it! Even if the incompetent person has obtained the inheritance of Lord Death, he is not worthy of being in charge of the Temple of Death! ”

One after another, the high-ranking officials of the Temple of Death expressed their opinions.

They are already the only remaining high-level people in the Temple of Death, and they are the most loyal to the Temple of Death, but it is precisely because of this that they have higher requirements for those who are in charge of the Temple of Death, and Huang Yi is obviously not recognized by most of them.

At this moment, the outside of the main hall suddenly became white, and I saw a thick light suddenly rising to the sky in the distance, like a miracle.

"That's ...... The direction of the Temple of Perdition! ”

"Did the God Killer really break through to the ninth layer?"

"Let's go over and have a look!"

For a moment, everyone was shocked and stared blankly at the huge white light.

At this moment, white points of light suddenly appeared on their bodies, flew away from the main hall, rose rapidly, and flew towards the thick light in the distance.

Not only them, but in the entire huge death star, countless corners, all of them evaporated with a trace of gray-white aura, over the mountains and mountains, across the ocean, and all flew towards the thick white light and blended into it.

If one were able to observe the entire Death Star from outer space, they would find that the Death Star seemed to be ignited, and there were sparks everywhere.

At this moment, the thick light quickly spread out, turning into a barrier that enveloped the entire Death Star, like an aurora floating in the sky, beautiful.

……

"It worked!" In the Temple of Annihilation, Huang Yi looked at the radiant Scythe of Death in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief.

He completed Obat's vision and successfully integrated the machine spirit into the Scythe of Death, greatly increasing the strength of the Death Star's formation, which could help the remaining masters of the Temple of Death resist the attack of the Barbarian God.

However, this also meant that he could not take the Death Scythe with him, and could only keep it there until he could find another way to keep the Death Star safe.

He didn't feel any pity, the Death Scythe was just a tool spirit, and it didn't help in battle, and he was still able to control some death rules without the Death Scythe, but it wasn't as convenient as before.

On the contrary, it was the butcher knife he got, which was a finished professional artifact that perfectly matched him, which was very helpful in battle and could improve his strength by several grades.

Huang Yi glanced at the Death Scythe, turned around and went downstairs, leaving the Temple of Perdition.

As soon as he came out of the temple of destruction, he saw a crowd of people gathered outside.

They all have a deep aura, they are the kind of people who have been the Great Perfection of the Void God countless years ago, and they can try to become gods at any time, but they didn't choose to do so.

Among this group of people, Huang Yi only knew two of them, one was Obart, and the other was the Archangel of Death who gave him the box that sealed the soul of the Blood Hoof.

"Killing God, you succeeded?" Obart stepped forward and asked excitedly.

Huang Yi nodded: "I have integrated the instrument spirit of the Death Scythe into the main body, and now the Death Scythe is slowly rotating on the ninth layer, enhancing the strength of the Death Star's formation." ”

"The last few floors of the Temple of Perdition can't even break through to us, only the Lord God has the strength to find out, how did you break through?" A Death Hall high-ranking officer asked, confused.

"It's inconvenient to disclose this matter." Huang Yi said casually, he didn't know what the reason was, obviously there was an existence behind him who helped him, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to break in.

"The knife in your hand is quite weird, dripping blood constantly, did you just kill some creatures in the Temple of Destruction?"

"That knife is so familiar, it seems that I have seen it somewhere......"

"Butcher's knife! That's a butcher's knife! The Lord of the Temple of Perdition was killed by this butcher's knife! ”

"Throw it away!"

"Are you holding it to find death?"

For a while, all the high-level officials of the Death God Temple hurriedly retreated, avoiding from a distance, making various defensive postures, staring at the butcher's knife as if facing a great enemy.

Huang Yi smiled lightly, took the butcher knife in front of him and shook it, and said, "Don't worry! This butcher's knife has been subdued by me, and I won't hurt people casually anymore. ”

"What?" Everyone was amazed and stared blankly at the butcher knife.

It was only then that they realized that the butcher knife was indeed very docile, and it was not as crazy as it once was spewing blood-colored light, and it seemed that it had really been subdued by Huang Yi.

"How did you, a godsend, accept the butcher's knife? This is something that ordinary gods can't do! Did you do something? A high-ranking member of the Temple of Death asked, he looked like he was on top, staring at Huang Yi with slanted eyes, as if he didn't believe that he could suppress this butcher knife with his own strength.

Huang Yi glanced at the man, shook his head, and said, "You know too little about me!" If you are not so arrogant, and can put down your body and inquire about my past, you will know about my relationship with the tyrant. I know that you are loyal to the Grim Reaper, but you are not convinced by me, the new Grim Reaper. I don't have time to fight with you for power now, and when I save the Second World, and you want to challenge me, I'll be there for you, and then you'll know if I'm qualified to sit on the throne of death! ”

After speaking, he slammed the butcher knife in his hand to the ground!

The ground here was built with the materials of the Temple of Perdition, which was originally indestructible, but now Huang Yi took the butcher's knife with a pestle, but it hit a crack, and the blood on the butcher's knife suddenly penetrated into the cracks, like a terrifying wound oozing blood.

His small action suddenly showed a compelling momentum, confident and calm, fearless.

"Of course, the God of Death is qualified to sit on the throne of Lord Death! I am a strong believer in killing gods! At this time, a ten-winged ten-winged angel bowed his head and said, he was the archangel of death who had a relationship with Huang Yi before.

"I, the head of the Knights of the Praetorian Guard of the Temple of Death, declare that I am equal to Lord Killing God, and I will recreate the glory of the Temple of Death with Lord Killing God!" A dragon knight riding a bone dragon suddenly jumped off his mount, took off his helmet, and knelt on one leg towards Huang Yi.

"Being able to be recognized by the Scythe of Death naturally proves that he is qualified to become a new generation of Death! I, the High Priest of Death, am willing to follow the God of Death! ”

Soon, one by one, the high-ranking officials of the God of Death Temple lowered their heads and expressed their loyalty to Huang Yi.

But there are still some high-level officials who are indifferent, standing from the sidelines and watching, with deep eyes and not knowing what they are thinking.

Huang Yi ignored them, turned his head to look at Obart, his expression softened, and asked, "Did you find the hourglass of time?" ”

Obart smiled, shook his palm, took out a floodlit hourglass, handed it to Huang Yi, and said, "Fortunately, I found the hourglass of time!" ”

Huang Yi hurriedly took the floodlit hourglass.

The hourglass was bronzed, but it was not a physical object, and it was as light as if it were nothing in the hand, and it did not have the texture of touching an object, and it seemed to be just an illusory image.

In the hourglass, there are countless fine sands with orange and yellow light flowing slowly, like golden years.

"This hourglass of time can probably stand still in time in the second world for two days, but after two days have passed, the sand of time in this hourglass will take a hundred times longer to return to its original place, and it cannot be used again in a short period of time!" Obart said, his voice echoing around the hourglass of time, as if coming from the distance of time, like a memory of yesterday.

Huang Yi only felt that everything around him seemed to slow down, those sounds, those lights and shadows all became hazy, and everyone's body was flooded, leaving only a vague outline.

"Good! I'll go back right away! Huang Yi nodded, his voice echoed, his head was groggy, like the feeling of being drunk, and his mind was a little dazed.

With a flick of his palm, he immediately placed the hourglass into the storage ring.

In an instant, everything around him returned to its original state, the figure became clear again, and the voice no longer echoed, as if suddenly awakened from sleep.

He nodded to Obat, the Archangel of Death, the Knights of the Praetorian Guard of the Death Temple, the High Priest of Death, and other high-ranking officials loyal to him, and quickly left.

He came to the Temple of Death this time, originally to bring rescue troops to the second world, but he didn't expect that the Temple of Death was also in crisis, and he was too busy to take care of himself in order to resist the attack of the barbarian gods, and he couldn't send manpower, but he also needed to go to the Temple of Destruction to fuse the Scythe of Death to protect the Death Star.

All he could bring back was the hourglass of time and the butcher's knife.