478 Grim Reaper
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Yi Dou
The sudden appearance of two palms caused Lu Fan's face to change drastically, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.
what the hell!
Just when he was frightened and dazed, the owner of these palms slowly emerged.
A burly middle-aged man suddenly appeared on the black throne, with an extremely majestic face.
At this moment, it was he who was holding the Death God's Scythe and the Death God Orb with both hands.
Seeing the middle-aged man appearing on the black throne, Lu Fan's pupils dilated suddenly, and he retreated subconsciously.
Under Lu Fan's terrified gaze, the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared took the Death Scythe and the Death Orb directly from the spout of the Demon Refining Pot, put them aside and suspended them.
Then he made a move with one hand, and the incomparably huge demon refining pot quickly changed back to the size of a palm and was absorbed into his hand.
The demon refining pot, retracted to the size of a palm, struggled violently, but it still couldn't break free from this guy's palm.
Seeing this scene with his own eyes, Lu Fan was dumbfounded.
The Demon Refining Pot is a magic weapon recognized by him, and it is also a top-grade Houtian Lingbao, definitely a treasure above fairy weapons.
But such a heaven-defying treasure was caught in the palm of this middle-aged man and could not break free.
Faced with such a terrifying existence, Lu Fan didn't dare to move an inch.
Because he knew very well that if such an existence wanted to kill him, it would be a matter of one thought.
Under his terrified gaze, the middle-aged man looked at the demon refining pot struggling violently in his hand with great disappointment and murmured:
"What a pity, a good treasure has been damaged like this."
Just as the middle-aged man was looking at the demon refining pot and muttering to himself, the voice of the dead spirit body trembling in fear came from below.
"You...how did you come back alive, it's impossible..."
Hearing the terrified voice of the dead spirit body, Lu Fan's heart suddenly surged with deep curiosity.
What is the identity of this middle-aged man, who can make the spirit body of death spirit fear like this.
Could it be...
Thinking of a possibility, Lu Fan's body trembled suddenly, and a storm arose in his heart.
Just when he was extremely shocked, the eyes of the middle-aged man looked at him slowly.
Lu Fan just looked at him, and spewed out a big mouthful of blood. His body was struck by lightning, and his soul and soul were also traumatized, with a crack appearing on each.
Faced with such a situation, Lu Fan quickly looked away, the horror in his heart could not be expressed in words.
This guy is no weaker than Li Qiubai, the eldest brother of the Immortal Emperor. What kind of god is this guy?
Just when Lu Fan looked away in horror, the middle-aged man suddenly let out a bewilderment.
"The breath of the Immortal Emperor!"
While being surprised, he came to Lu Fan's side in a flash and grabbed Lu Fan's shoulder.
Just when his arm was about to grab Lu Fan's shoulder, a dazzling golden light burst out from Lu Fan's body.
This golden light directly formed a golden barrier on the surface of Lu Fan's body, blocking the middle-aged man's arm.
This scene directly made Lu Fan dumbfounded, what's going on?
The middle-aged man showed a thoughtful expression, retracted his palm and returned to the black throne.
After the middle-aged man retreated, the golden barrier covering Lu Fan disappeared again.
Only then did the middle-aged man look at Lu Fan curiously and said, "I didn't expect that such a small human being would have such a great fortune. It's really interesting to be protected by an immortal emperor."
After the middle-aged man said these words, Lu Fan immediately understood what was going on with the golden shield just now.
It must be the protective measures Li Qiubai left for him before.
It's just that it hadn't been triggered before, so he forgot about it, but now he suddenly remembered it.
After these thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, Lu Fan bowed his hands to the middle-aged man in front of him respectfully:
"The junior broke into here rashly, I hope the senior will forgive me."
At this moment, he had already guessed the identity of this middle-aged man.
If there is no accident, this middle-aged man should be the owner of this place, the so-called god of death.
The only thing that surprised him was that this so-called Grim Reaper could be so strong.
Could it be that the Grim Reaper in front of him is the one controlling those dead creatures?
But this idea was rejected by Lu Fan as soon as it came up.
This guy is so terrifying that he can kill everyone who enters the death swamp with just a single raise of his hand. Why do we need to control those low-level dead creatures? Isn't that superfluous.
Just as Lu Fan clasped his hands and cupped his fists to salute, the middle-aged man smiled lightly and said:
"I already know the cause and effect, it's all caused by this evil intention of this seat, and it has nothing to do with you.
Speaking of which, I would like to thank you. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have been asleep for a long, long time with this sliver of divine sense. "
While speaking, the middle-aged man snorted softly, and the spirit body of death spirit below the Sumeru Platform flew up involuntarily.
Seeing the dead body in front of him, Lu Fan was extremely curious.
Just now this guy said that the death energy spirit body was a trace of his evil thoughts, what the hell is this evil thought?
Just as Lu Fan was staring at the dead spirit body curiously, the middle-aged man snorted softly.
"You dare to bluff and cheat under the name of this seat even if you have any evil thoughts, how do you say this seat will deal with you?"
As the middle-aged man uttered these words, the spirit body of death energy instantly condensed into a human form and knelt on the ground.
After seeing clearly the human form condensed by this dead spirit body, a strange look suddenly appeared on Lu Fan's face.
Because the human figure condensed from this dead spirit body is exactly the same as the middle-aged man in front of him.
"My lord, spare my life, my lord, spare my life... I also did this to bring you back to life..."
Looking at the dead spirit body kneeling and begging, Lu Fan felt more and more weird.
After all, these two guys are exactly the same, as if they are begging themselves on their knees, this feeling is too weird.
However, the middle-aged man ignored the death spirit's begging for mercy, and looked at Lu Fan again.
"Boy, I leave it to you to deal with him, but he didn't lie to you about one thing. This seat has indeed left some inheritance here."
Lu Fan didn't pay much attention to it before, but after hearing this, his eyes lit up immediately.
He absolutely didn't believe what this dead spirit said, but since the terrifying existence in front of him said it, it must be true.
After all, this guy is too terrifying. If he wants to kill himself, he can do it with a raise of his hand. There is no need for any conspiracy at all.
After these thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, Lu Fan looked at the middle-aged man curiously and asked.
"Senior, do you dare to ask that you are the god of death?"
Although he already had guesses in his heart, he still wanted to get the acknowledgment from this terrifying existence.
Perhaps only with this guy's personal acknowledgment can he fully confirm it.
Otherwise, he would still remain curious.
Facing Lu Fan's question, the middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and laughed...
what the hell!
Just when he was frightened and dazed, the owner of these palms slowly emerged.
A burly middle-aged man suddenly appeared on the black throne, with an extremely majestic face.
At this moment, it was he who was holding the Death God's Scythe and the Death God Orb with both hands.
Seeing the middle-aged man appearing on the black throne, Lu Fan's pupils dilated suddenly, and he retreated subconsciously.
Under Lu Fan's terrified gaze, the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared took the Death Scythe and the Death Orb directly from the spout of the Demon Refining Pot, put them aside and suspended them.
Then he made a move with one hand, and the incomparably huge demon refining pot quickly changed back to the size of a palm and was absorbed into his hand.
The demon refining pot, retracted to the size of a palm, struggled violently, but it still couldn't break free from this guy's palm.
Seeing this scene with his own eyes, Lu Fan was dumbfounded.
The Demon Refining Pot is a magic weapon recognized by him, and it is also a top-grade Houtian Lingbao, definitely a treasure above fairy weapons.
But such a heaven-defying treasure was caught in the palm of this middle-aged man and could not break free.
Faced with such a terrifying existence, Lu Fan didn't dare to move an inch.
Because he knew very well that if such an existence wanted to kill him, it would be a matter of one thought.
Under his terrified gaze, the middle-aged man looked at the demon refining pot struggling violently in his hand with great disappointment and murmured:
"What a pity, a good treasure has been damaged like this."
Just as the middle-aged man was looking at the demon refining pot and muttering to himself, the voice of the dead spirit body trembling in fear came from below.
"You...how did you come back alive, it's impossible..."
Hearing the terrified voice of the dead spirit body, Lu Fan's heart suddenly surged with deep curiosity.
What is the identity of this middle-aged man, who can make the spirit body of death spirit fear like this.
Could it be...
Thinking of a possibility, Lu Fan's body trembled suddenly, and a storm arose in his heart.
Just when he was extremely shocked, the eyes of the middle-aged man looked at him slowly.
Lu Fan just looked at him, and spewed out a big mouthful of blood. His body was struck by lightning, and his soul and soul were also traumatized, with a crack appearing on each.
Faced with such a situation, Lu Fan quickly looked away, the horror in his heart could not be expressed in words.
This guy is no weaker than Li Qiubai, the eldest brother of the Immortal Emperor. What kind of god is this guy?
Just when Lu Fan looked away in horror, the middle-aged man suddenly let out a bewilderment.
"The breath of the Immortal Emperor!"
While being surprised, he came to Lu Fan's side in a flash and grabbed Lu Fan's shoulder.
Just when his arm was about to grab Lu Fan's shoulder, a dazzling golden light burst out from Lu Fan's body.
This golden light directly formed a golden barrier on the surface of Lu Fan's body, blocking the middle-aged man's arm.
This scene directly made Lu Fan dumbfounded, what's going on?
The middle-aged man showed a thoughtful expression, retracted his palm and returned to the black throne.
After the middle-aged man retreated, the golden barrier covering Lu Fan disappeared again.
Only then did the middle-aged man look at Lu Fan curiously and said, "I didn't expect that such a small human being would have such a great fortune. It's really interesting to be protected by an immortal emperor."
After the middle-aged man said these words, Lu Fan immediately understood what was going on with the golden shield just now.
It must be the protective measures Li Qiubai left for him before.
It's just that it hadn't been triggered before, so he forgot about it, but now he suddenly remembered it.
After these thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, Lu Fan bowed his hands to the middle-aged man in front of him respectfully:
"The junior broke into here rashly, I hope the senior will forgive me."
At this moment, he had already guessed the identity of this middle-aged man.
If there is no accident, this middle-aged man should be the owner of this place, the so-called god of death.
The only thing that surprised him was that this so-called Grim Reaper could be so strong.
Could it be that the Grim Reaper in front of him is the one controlling those dead creatures?
But this idea was rejected by Lu Fan as soon as it came up.
This guy is so terrifying that he can kill everyone who enters the death swamp with just a single raise of his hand. Why do we need to control those low-level dead creatures? Isn't that superfluous.
Just as Lu Fan clasped his hands and cupped his fists to salute, the middle-aged man smiled lightly and said:
"I already know the cause and effect, it's all caused by this evil intention of this seat, and it has nothing to do with you.
Speaking of which, I would like to thank you. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have been asleep for a long, long time with this sliver of divine sense. "
While speaking, the middle-aged man snorted softly, and the spirit body of death spirit below the Sumeru Platform flew up involuntarily.
Seeing the dead body in front of him, Lu Fan was extremely curious.
Just now this guy said that the death energy spirit body was a trace of his evil thoughts, what the hell is this evil thought?
Just as Lu Fan was staring at the dead spirit body curiously, the middle-aged man snorted softly.
"You dare to bluff and cheat under the name of this seat even if you have any evil thoughts, how do you say this seat will deal with you?"
As the middle-aged man uttered these words, the spirit body of death energy instantly condensed into a human form and knelt on the ground.
After seeing clearly the human form condensed by this dead spirit body, a strange look suddenly appeared on Lu Fan's face.
Because the human figure condensed from this dead spirit body is exactly the same as the middle-aged man in front of him.
"My lord, spare my life, my lord, spare my life... I also did this to bring you back to life..."
Looking at the dead spirit body kneeling and begging, Lu Fan felt more and more weird.
After all, these two guys are exactly the same, as if they are begging themselves on their knees, this feeling is too weird.
However, the middle-aged man ignored the death spirit's begging for mercy, and looked at Lu Fan again.
"Boy, I leave it to you to deal with him, but he didn't lie to you about one thing. This seat has indeed left some inheritance here."
Lu Fan didn't pay much attention to it before, but after hearing this, his eyes lit up immediately.
He absolutely didn't believe what this dead spirit said, but since the terrifying existence in front of him said it, it must be true.
After all, this guy is too terrifying. If he wants to kill himself, he can do it with a raise of his hand. There is no need for any conspiracy at all.
After these thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, Lu Fan looked at the middle-aged man curiously and asked.
"Senior, do you dare to ask that you are the god of death?"
Although he already had guesses in his heart, he still wanted to get the acknowledgment from this terrifying existence.
Perhaps only with this guy's personal acknowledgment can he fully confirm it.
Otherwise, he would still remain curious.
Facing Lu Fan's question, the middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and laughed...
