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For so many years, the Forsaken Land has already entered a period of peace. Except for the masters of the restricted area who explored in the depths of the Dead Sea, there are very few restricted area masters who have fallen due to fighting in the Abandoned Land.

But today, as of now, two masters of the restricted area have already fallen. Such a scene made everyone present terrified and felt sad.

Between the heavens and the earth, the rumbling triple order origin is surging, which is the origin of the giant spirit and ghost ancestors that dissipated after the fall. This kind of origin is a great supplement for any master of the restricted area, but at this moment, no one is collecting it at all. No one dared to collect it.

Killing the giant ghost ancestor with one move, Qin Chen\'s eyes were calm, and as soon as he raised his hand, the countless original powers and storage spaces in the world were instantly collected by him, including the soul blood power of the giant ghost ghost ancestor. He took it away completely, leaving nothing behind.

After doing all this, without any hesitation, Qin Chen\'s gaze had once again locked on the tomb owner of the death god.

"Just use your partner as a shield, Your Excellency is really despicable, but unfortunately, no matter how hard you struggle, you still cannot escape death."

Qin Chen snorted coldly, not giving the Tomb Master a chance at all, and his space domain stretched out again, restraining the desperate Tomb Master in the distance in an instant, dozens of arcs of dark lightning swords erupted in an instant when he raised his hand Rolled out, and once again descended on the head of the tomb owner of the death god.

Each of these dark thunder sword arcs contains terrifying power, tearing the void into a series of fine cracks, sealing the whole body of the tomb owner of the death god.

At this moment, the Tomb Master of the Death God looked at Wulong Guizu and others who were still struggling in the space maze in the distance, with a look of despair in his eyes, and he knew that he had no hope of life.

But it was impossible for him to be caught without a fight. His eyes turned to Wangu Mingzu who was not far away, and a flash of sternness suddenly flashed across his eyes.

"It\'s not that easy to kill me."

The master of the tomb of the death **** roared, his heart became ruthless, and the three major sources in his body burned crazily in an instant, and the billowing breath of death soared into the sky, like a terrifying storm.

This time, he didn\'t dodge Qin Chen\'s attack at all, because he knew that he was already covered by Qin Chen\'s space domain at this moment, no matter how much he dodged, he couldn\'t escape Qin Chen\'s attack.

He just quickly formed a black death shield defense around his body, and at the same time tried his best to urge the death scythe in his hand, and slashed wildly at the Myriad Bone Nether Ancestor not far away.

"Even if I die, I will take away the Forest Ghost King, so that you can feel the pain of losing your subordinates."

The Master of the Death God\'s Tomb looked grim, and an aura that was nearly twice as terrifying as before surged on the Death God\'s scythe, and he saw countless dark patterns flowing, and the twelve sword lights were formed again, and each sword light contained energy. The terrifying death power of the Master of Seriously Injured Forbidden Zone turned into a formation of swords reaching the sky, covering Wangu Mingzu in an instant.

And at the moment of his attack, dozens of dark thunder sword arcs that Qin Chen sacrificed had already landed on him.

bang...

Hearing a series of explosions, the tomb owner of the death **** had no power to resist under the attack of dozens of dark thunder sword arcs. In just an instant, the death field around him was completely shattered. Qin Chen The arc of the dark thunder sword was like a broken bamboo. After blasting through the death domain, it instantly smashed the death shield on his body, and blasted heavily on the body of the tomb owner of the death god.

A shrill scream sounded, and with a puff, the Tomb Master of the Death God suddenly flew upside down. In the midst of the crisis, a pitch-black talisman suddenly appeared in front of him, exploded suddenly, and turned into a black light covering the surrounding area. , blocked this heavy blow for him.

But even so, the tomb owner of the Death God was still seriously injured.

With a puff, he opened his mouth and spat out big mouthfuls of black blood, and his whole body fell heavily into the void like a tattered cloth bag. His whole body was tattered, as if it had been sieved through a sieve, and there was almost no intact place.

At this time, the shady sword light transformed by the death scythe of the tomb owner of the death **** has also descended on the head of Wangu Mingzu.

"Hahaha... I\'m dead, Sen Ming... That guy... has to die too... You\'re too late to save him!"

The owner of the tomb of the **** of death stared at Wangu Mingzu, laughing excitedly, his mouth was full of black blood, and he looked like a madman, full of anticipation.

He wanted to see with his own eyes the Forest Ghost King die in front of him.

"Madman, the owner of the tomb of the **** of death is crazy."

"Knowing that he is not the opponent of the Underworld Lord, he would rather perish with the Forest Underworld Ghost King than surrender."

"I\'m afraid he also knows that even if he surrenders, he still cannot escape death."

In the distance, everyone sighed, their hairs on their skins were terrified, no one could have imagined that the tomb owner of the Death God would be so ruthless that he would take away one person before he died.

Not far away, the Blood Fiend Ghost Ancestor also trembled all over, with great hatred in his heart. He knew very well the horror of the attack of the Lord of the Death God\'s Tomb, and even he could not resist the terrifying attack of the Death God\'s Scythe. No, he just begged Qin Chen not to take his anger out on him after the death of the Forest Ghost King.

However, to the disappointment of the owner of the tomb of the death god, at this moment, he did not see any anxiety and fear from Qin Chen.

"Save him? Hehe, you underestimate Wangu too much. Even if the subordinates of Lord Ming are trash, you are not something you can kill."

Seeing the Mysterious Bone Ancestor shrouded in the darkness of endless saber energy, Qin Chen sneered, he didn\'t even have any thoughts of rescue, the mysterious rusty sword appeared in his hand, and the whole sword turned into a black light, instantly appearing in front of the Tomb Master of Death , A sword slashed to the center of his eyebrows.

The master of Death\'s Tomb looked frightened and angry. He never thought that Qin Chen would not rescue him at all when the Forest Ghost King was attacked by him. He would rather watch the other party die than do something to himself. Isn\'t he afraid of losing completely? Is it popular?

And just when the tomb owner of the death **** couldn\'t believe it, suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted from a distance. This aura was actually much less terrifying than him at his peak, and with this aura The terrifying aura erupted, and there was an arrogant and domineering voice.

"Hmph, Master of the Death God\'s Tomb, you want to kill this ancestor with just this mere ghost king\'s blade, it\'s just out of the blue, Wanming Glass Bone, come out!"

Under the unbelievable gaze of the tomb owner of the death god, a terrifying aura erupted from the body of the Forest Ghost King, and at the same time, a jet-black skull crystal shot up from his body instantly.

The skull crystal erupted with a shocking aura, and under his horrified gaze and in full view of everyone, it collided fiercely with the death scythe he had chopped out.

With a bang, a shocking roar that shook the entire void resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the terrifying shock wave swept all directions. After the strongest attack of his death scythe driven by the burning source hit the skull crystal, it was unexpectedly resisted. It came down without causing the slightest harm to the Forest Ghost King.

"How can it be…"

The owner of the tomb of the **** of death widened his eyes and said in horror: "You are not the ghost king of the forest, what are you..."

puff!

Before he could finish speaking, the mysterious rusty sword in Qin Chen\'s hand suddenly turned into a ray of black light, piercing through his brows in an instant, annihilating his entire body, including his soul, into nothingness in an instant.

"Death is death, and there is so much nonsense."

As soon as Qin Chen raised his hand, the mysterious rusty sword turned back and hovered in front of him. Qin Chen\'s body was tall and straight, his eyes were as cold as ice, and he looked down, like a **** staring at ants.

The words fell.

boom!

The sky and the earth shook, and everywhere shook!

The blood rained down in the void, and the death energy exploded, as if the end was coming.

The tomb owner of the **** of death who has lived in the abandoned land for countless thousands of years.

Finally fell!

The heaven and the earth mourn together!