The scythe of death covered in pitch black, only more than five meters long.

Compared to Wen Zilong's hundred-meter-long body, it seems insignificant.

However, the moment the Death Scythe appeared, some values immediately appeared in Wen Zilong's mind.

When his gaze saw those third-order barbarian dragons on the ground, their vitality appeared in his mind.

Their vitality is only 30.

Fifth-order brute dragons, they have a health force of 50.

And when his gaze fell on the wurm Azeroth in front of him, his vitality reached more than 1,000.

However, with the advent of the Death Scythe, his vitality also began to decline.

1030……

1029……

1028……

This value is not falling quickly, but it is not slow either.

This Death Scythe is indeed a perverted weapon.

You don't have to fight your opponent, as long as you are quietly suspended here, your opponent's vitality will be continuously absorbed by the Death Scythe.

However, as Azeroth fled, this number began to decrease more and more slowly.

Wen Zilong sneered, and with a teleportation, he blocked in front of Azeroth.

Azeroth is flying at full speed.

The cold fell directly to Wen Zilong.

And in Wen Zilong's mind, Azeroth's vitality was frantically decreasing at this time.

1018……

1008……

998……

Previously, it was reduced by 1 point each time.

The distance between them is now almost zero, and it can be reduced by 10 points each time.

That's perverted.

Azeroth saw that Wen Zilong actually collided with him, and a huge spiritual force on his body directly crushed towards Wen Zilong.

In his mouth, the hideous words roared out:

"I don't know what to do. Let me see, what is the third-order peak spiritual power. ”

When Wen Zilong heard this, he laughed.

Mental power instantly counterattacked.

Azeroth only felt a fierce and domineering spiritual force crushing towards him.

He was terrified.

Hurriedly withdrew his mental power.

If it was a second too late, his spiritual power would probably be directly defeated and he would become an idiot.

In a panic, he hurriedly condensed a boulder and smashed it towards Wen Zilong.

And he himself turned and fled again.

However, purple lightning blocked the way in front of him, and he could not escape.

Behind him, Wen Zilong smashed the boulder with a single claw.

At the same time, purple lightning, with an incomparable speed, continued to bombard Azeroth's body.

With the constant attack of purple lightning, Azeroth's vitality decreased even faster.

Each time the purple lightning strikes, Azeroth's life force drops by at least five points.

If it is more, it can even drop by more than a dozen points.

When I looked at it again at this time, the vitality of Wurm Azeroth had only more than 600 points left.

The vitality is declining, and he naturally can't see it.

But he could feel that his condition was much worse than before.

The speed is also a little slower, and the power is a little less.

And the main thing, it's spiritual.

Because he could obviously feel that he was not Wen Zilong's opponent.

He flapped his wings and fled forward, shouting:

"Wen Zilong, do you really think you can kill me today?"

"Let me tell you, there are so many life-saving means for wulong that you can't even imagine. Besides, I am a wurm from 100,000 years ago. ”

"Even if your strength is better than mine, what if it?"

"What if you can win me for the time being?"

"I can't kill me, when my strength recovers, when the time comes, I will tear you apart!"

It's okay if he doesn't say it, as soon as he said this, Wen Zilong's heart suddenly became angry.

The pile of corpses that were more than 30 meters high and torn in half came to mind.

His heart was furious.

In his mind, Azeroth's life force, under the continuous consumption of purple lightning, was only a little more than 500 left.

530……

520……

510……

500！

At this moment, the Grim Reaper on the top of Wenzilong's head was practiced, and an aura of dead silence was instantly exuded.

I am afraid that this kind of breath can only be felt in hell.

This aura, though not an ice attribute.

But it made all the brute dragons and humans feel a chill in their hearts.

A chill down the back.

Even the aaron Azeroth was trembling.

Look back.

I saw Wen Zilong at this time, and his right claw had already grasped the Death Scythe.

The scythe of death is also long against the wind at this moment.

From the previous length of five meters, it has reached more than 1,000 meters in an instant.

This more than 1,000 meters is enough to make up for the distance between them.

Wen Zilong's eyes showed murderous intent, and his body was full of murderous aura.

The words full of anger roared from their mouths:

"Azeroth, you give me death—"

The next moment, the Grim Reaper's scythe, in the sky, slashed through a semicircle with a radius of one thousand meters.

Azeroth's body was directly cut into two pieces from the middle by this semicircle.

Azeroth, looking at his broken body in disbelief.

How is this possible?

Why was his body cut into two like this?

What about the many talismans?

Why didn't it start?

And his own body is harder than pure gold, and he was cut in two by this ugly black scythe?

No......

Until death, Azeroth did not believe it.

I don't believe in my many life-saving hole cards, and when I was facing a threat to my life, I didn't even activate any of them.

I don't believe that I will die at the hands of a newly evolved wurm.

How did he know that this was the passive skill of the Death Scythe.

Death Harvest.

Don't say you're just a first-order wurm.

Even if you are a tenth-order wurm, your body is already so strong that you can't hurt any weapon at the moment.

However, as long as your HP is below 500.

will still be killed by the scythe of death, with one slash.

This is the domineering place of the death harvest!

At this point, Aaron Azeroth was finally killed.

At this time, Wen Zilong, one-third of his body was full of rotten flesh, and bones could be directly seen in many places.

A pair of eyes with a diameter of more than one meter, but no eyeballs.

It's just a dark eye hole.

In his hand, he held a kilometer-long, death-filled death scythe.

On the ground, the more than forty tenth-order powerhouses of the Dragon God Temple were all terrified when they saw this scene.

Some begged for mercy:

"Dragon Emperor, we ...... We are also forced, please...... Leave us ...... alone."

Others were too frightened to say a word.

Yes, they turned around and fled.

Wen Zilong sneered.

Their vitality is only more than 100.

The Grim Reaper's scythe, swept straight through.

Strangely, the Grim Reaper's scythe swept across the houses and trees near these dragons.

But the houses and trees are intact.

Only these brute dragons, tenth-order brute dragons, were all cut into two pieces.

All tenth-order brute dragons, each of them has at least seven or eight life-saving hole cards.

However, under the Death Scythe, none of the life-saving hole cards are activated.

Wen Zilong, holding the Death Scythe.

Flapping the tattered wings.

Rise into the air.

As soon as he raised his head, he looked up to the sky and roared:

"Whoa—roar——————"

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