Chapter 299 Death Scythe

At this moment, Yang Ping'an didn't think about anything else, but stared at the huge scythe of death.

The Grim Reaper's Scythe is all black and over two meters long, with the handle being about one and a half meters long. The rest of it is like a giant sickle, with a crescent-shaped body, five barbs on the outside and a serrated inside, but it is extremely sharp, with the inner blade alone being over one meter long.

Especially the black light emanating from it, which looked extremely strange, as if it was full of rejection of life.

When Yang Ping'an put his hands slightly closer, he felt an extremely sharp sensation, and even a strong breath of darkness and death. He was suddenly suffocated, as if he was trapped in hell.

Moreover, the Grim Reaper's Scythe seems to be able to infect people's hearts, magnifying the darkness in their hearts countless times, and causing people to fall into hell unknowingly.

Yang Ping'an thought about it for a moment, and quickly summoned his two martial souls. After the golden dragon martial soul possessed him, his whole body quickly became extremely strong. After the original martial soul possessed him, the whole person accidentally turned into a black ghost.

Then, all the energy of the Golden Dragon's soul rings was integrated into the seventh soul ring. The seventh soul ring flashed, and it activated the Golden Dragon's seventh soul skill: Golden Dragon's True Body. Its original height of two meters directly reached nearly two and a half meters. Its limbs became twice as thick, and even its body became a lot stronger.

But this is not the end. All the energy of the soul rings of the main body martial soul is integrated into the first soul ring. At the same time, the first soul ring flashes. It is the first soul skill of the main body martial soul: Thousand Jin Strength. This is also Yang Ping'an's strongest power-enhancing soul skill.

As the two martial souls used amplifying soul skills at the same time, Yang Ping'an began to grab the handle of the Grim Reaper's Scythe like a giant beast. The murderous aura at the handle was relatively weaker.

As Yang Ping'an grasped the handle of the Grim Reaper's Scythe with both hands, he tried his best to move onto the stage, but the entire Grim Reaper's Scythe seemed to be motionless.

At this moment, Yang Pingan was also surprised. With his current strength, he could easily lift it even if the weight was really 108,000 kilograms. But he didn't move at all. There was definitely something wrong.

A pair of scarlet eyes appeared in the space, and seemed to be muttering to itself: "This Death Scythe is not so easy to take, nor is it so easy to get close to."

Even if Yang Ping'an tried his best, it seemed difficult to move the Scythe of Death even a little bit, as if it was infused with countless power.

At this moment, Yang Ping'an obviously realized that there was something wrong with the Scythe of Death. If he relied on strength alone, he would probably never be able to pull up the Scythe of Death, which meant that he was lacking something else.

At this moment, Yang Ping'an couldn't help but think of the so-called affinity with the god of death. Now his affinity with the god of death has reached 45%. It can even be said that his soul power has undergone a qualitative change. It is impossible for it to remain motionless.

Thinking of this, all of Yang Ping'an's soul bones were revealed. The eight soul bones were like armor, especially the six golden wings on his back, all of which played a certain supporting role on the ground.

At the same time, Yang Ping'an suddenly became extremely ethereal. All his mental strength began to merge into his hands. His entire aura turned into darkness, and even his hands turned ink-colored, as if they were about to merge into one with the Scythe of Death.

As a huge dragon roar sounded from Yang Ping'an's body, even the bones in his body made a crackling sound. It was obvious that he had increased his strength to the extreme, and even his mental strength had reached the extreme. The scythe of death that was originally lying quietly began to be slowly lifted up.

At this moment, Yang Ping'an gritted his teeth, and used his soul power to the extreme. Even his mental power began to integrate into the Scythe of Death. Finally, he used all his strength and finally lifted up the Scythe of Death.

At this moment, the Grim Reaper's Scythe, which was originally extremely heavy, suddenly lost its weight and became like an ordinary sickle, weighing more than 100 pounds. Yang Ping'an was caught off guard and he staggered and almost fell.

At the same time, a voice came from Yang Ping'an's mind: "Yang Ping'an, the fourth of the nine tests of the God of Death is completed. The affinity with the God of Death has increased by 15%, and the total affinity is 60%. You are also awarded the right to use the Scythe of the God of Death."

Yang Ping'an sat down on the ground, holding the Scythe of Death in both hands and began to examine it.

The aura of death on this Grim Reaper's Scythe is not only extremely powerful, it seems to emanate endless divine power. Especially when holding it in the hand, it feels extremely familiar, as if it is a part of oneself.

"Hahaha!"

Yang Ping'an couldn't help but burst out laughing. As long as he had the super artifact in his hand, who in the world could be his opponent? From now on, it would be much easier for him to get things done or complete the assessment.

The strange king appeared again in the palace of the god of death, and at this moment he turned into a human form and clapped his hands.

"Not bad, not bad. With only 45% affinity with the God of Death, you can actually pick up the Scythe of Death. You are worthy of being the inheritor of the God of Death."

Yang Pingan quickly stood up and bowed slightly: "Thank you, Lord Death, for your help."

The Weird King shook his head: "This is not my accomplishment, but your own hard work. It is also because you completed the previous levels quite well and already have certain attributes of the god of death."

"You can go now. You will need to complete the next few tests on your own. Just come back here when you reach the ninth test."

As the Weird King finished speaking, a voice entered Yang Ping'an's mind: "The fifth of the Nine Tests of the God of Death is to kill the Abyss Bone Dragon. The time limit is one year. If you fail the test, you will die."

Yang Pingan was a little embarrassed and asked, "Lord Death, where is this Abyss Bone Dragon? I don't think I have ever heard of this kind of soul beast in the soul master world?" Weird King said, "It is far away in the sky, but it is right in front of us. The Abyss Bone Dragon lives in this Death Forest."

Yang Pingan was a little surprised: "Senior, how is this possible? I have been in the Death Forest for a while, but I have never seen an Abyss Bone Dragon. I have only seen the Golden Titan Python, a 100,000-year-old soul beast."

The Weird King smiled strangely, "That's because he fell asleep. The Abyss Bone Dragon is one of the strongest soul beasts in the world. All the soul beasts in the Death Forest are just his prey. However, he is too lazy and likes to sleep. Each time he sleeps, it can be as short as a few years, as long as dozens or even hundreds of years. That's why you and the Titled Douluo who came before can leave this place. Otherwise, no one can leave the Death Forest."

"Besides, he is not from the world of soul masters, but from the world of gods, so you have to be very careful. After all, his strength is recognized even by the God of Death."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that, except for the God-given soul ring in your mind, all the soul rings you absorb in the future will need the approval of the Death Scythe, otherwise you will no longer be able to absorb soul rings and soul bones."

Before Yang Ping'an could ask again, a huge force seemed to come from the space, and Yang Ping'an was squeezed out of the Death Palace and returned to the location of the Thundering Hell Vine.

Yang Ping'an looked at the huge Tower of Death behind the Thundering Hell Vine and just smiled bitterly. Judging from the words of the Weird King, he was afraid that this Abyss Bone Dragon was not simple, and he might not even be its opponent.

At this moment, the Tower of Death that had already appeared gradually disappeared, and the space behind the Thundering Hell Vine gradually turned into a pile of rocks, as if the Tower of Death had never appeared.

However, at this moment, Yang Ping'an was holding the Scythe of Death in his hand and began to study it carefully. Anyway, there was still some time before the assessment, so he might as well get familiar with the Scythe of Death first.

Only when you hold the Scythe of Death in your own hands, you will truly understand the horror of the super artifact. The Scythe of Death seems to be able to tear apart everything in the world, and it is even countless times stronger than your own ultimate gold. No wonder Tang San can be invincible in the world with a Trident of Poseidon, and even fight against Bibi Dong.

Especially when holding the Scythe of Death, it is just an ordinary weapon in the hand, but for the enemy, the weight alone reaches 180,000 kilograms, not to mention the power of death on it.

At this moment, Yang Ping'an holds the Scythe of Death in his hand, and is even confident that he can defeat Qian Daoliu and Poseidon. This is the effect of the super artifact on soul masters.

After Yang Ping'an studied it carefully, he felt that the Scythe of Death seemed to have gradually merged with himself as a whole, as if it could obey his call.

In the end, Yang Ping'an wrapped all his mental power around the Scythe of Death. The Scythe in his hand actually started to float up, and finally shrank rapidly, gradually merging into his brows, as if it would appear as long as he summoned it.

Yang Ping'an became more and more satisfied with the Scythe of Death. Not only was it extremely powerful, it was also extremely convenient to use. He couldn't always carry around a super artifact on his back.

Moreover, Yang Ping'an also felt that after the Scythe of Death merged into his forehead, the power of Death emanating from it seemed to nourish his soul and body, making his cultivation faster and even stronger.

After fully mastering the Scythe of Death, Yang Pingan began to search for the Abyss Bone Dragon in the Forest of Death.

Yang Ping'an dared not be careless about this soul beast recognized even by the God of Death. According to the estimation of the strength of this Abyss Bone Dragon, it was probably at least a 500,000-year-old soul beast, or even stronger.

However, surprisingly, even though Yang Ping'an searched the entire Death Forest and even encountered several soul beasts of 80,000 to 90,000 years old, he did not see the shadow of the Abyss Bone Dragon.

However, after careful observation by Yang Ping'an, he found that the entire Death Forest was about ten kilometers long and wide, and had only one plant, the Ebony Wood, and there seemed to be no other plant-based soul beasts.

Moreover, the Death Forest seems to be divided into many small areas, and the environment of each area seems to be completely different, as if it was not caused by humans.

Yang Ping'an always felt like he had missed something. He thought carefully about what the Weird King had said. The Abyss Bone Dragon loved to sleep very much. It could sleep for decades or even hundreds of years. If a normal creature did not move for decades or even hundreds of years, its entire body would probably be covered in dust, especially in the forest.

Moreover, this soul beast is named Abyss Bone Dragon, and it probably prefers to live in the abyss or underground, which means that my search was not comprehensive enough.

Yang Ping'an used his mental power to search carefully underground, even searching dozens or even a hundred meters underground, but still found no trace.

In this forest of death, a normal person's mental power cannot detect any living creature, but after Yang Ping'an has passed four consecutive tests, the forest of death no longer rejects Yang Ping'an's mental power.

That day, Yang Ping'an ate something casually and came to a relatively large hill, intending to search around there.

Just when Yang Ping'an spread out all his mental power, a look of disbelief appeared in his eyes, and his gaze was fixed on the hill.

This is a relatively ordinary hill, more than five hundred meters long and only fifty meters high, but it looks very extraordinary in momentum. The whole hill is winding, like a crawling giant beast.

Yang Ping'an couldn't help swallowing. If such a large hill was formed because of the Abyss Bone Dragon's sleep, then the length of this Abyss Bone Dragon must be four or five hundred meters. Theoretically speaking, its size has exceeded that of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King. You know, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King is only two hundred meters long.

The only one who is bigger than the Abyss Bone Dragon is probably the Black Dragon Emperor Tian, ​​but Emperor Tian is a soul beast that is nearly 800,000 years old. (End of this chapter)