Bai Qi looked at the crops in front of him and felt uncertain.

He really has no professional training.

As a god of death, he only knows how to kill!

correct.

Killing.

Since it can only kill.

Then treat this harvest as killing!

Bai Qi's trembling hands suddenly calmed down!

Then kill!

On the other side, the young master of the temple who had harvested more than 200 meters of wheat seedlings looked back at Bai Qi. Seeing that Bai Qi was still standing there in a daze, he sneered with a hint of disdain: "It seems that he doesn't know how to farm at all.

Well, it's possible that he gave up after seeing my harvesting speed... which is pretty smart, after all, how could he possibly be able to match my harvesting speed... Wait!"

The young master of the temple opened his eyes wide, as if he had seen something terrible!

Under the gaze of gods and believers, Bai Qi took a deep breath, and in an instant, a terrifying aura rose from the ground!

"It's embarrassing!"

"boom!"

The billowing evil energy burst out, and the sickle in Bai Qi's hand buzzed violently!

Bai Qi no longer imitated the way a farmer held a sickle. He held the sickle with both hands, just like he usually did on the battlefield.

Blood donation filled the air in my mind, and the wailing of 400,000 Zhao troops resounded in my ears.

He seemed to have returned to the original battlefield.

And, that battle with the gods.

Magic spells like raindrops all over the sky, gorgeous glory, gods descending from the sky.

Four hundred thousand gods wailed and trembled under the sickle. The sharp sickle was like harvesting crops, cutting off the bodies of the gods again and again, and the blood of the gods spilled into the sky.

"Something's wrong!" The second elder noticed the evil aura permeating Bai Qi's body and suddenly felt something was wrong!

"Why is this guy so evil?"

"Isn't he the God of Agriculture? The God of Agriculture is a priest who is not good at fighting!"

"You have to be calm and patient when harvesting crops. Why does this guy's aura..." The second elder was full of doubts.

suddenly.

"This is not a harvest."

"But, kill."

"This is not a crop."

"But... God!"

Bai Qi murmured to himself in a low voice. When he opened his eyes again, they were already blood red!

In his sight, in the surge of evil energy, what he saw in front of him was no longer wheat seedlings, but gods waiting to be chopped down!

They stretched their necks, took pictures neatly, and were waiting to be beheaded in front of them!

"Hahahaha!" Bai Qi raised his blood sickle high and laughed loudly, already entering a frantic state of killing!

The blood in the whole body is surging crazily, and although the evil energy throughout the body has not condensed into the word "kill", it is still gushing out!

"Is this really the God of Agriculture?" Other temple representatives also felt something was wrong at this time.

"Do you, the gods of agriculture, harvest like this?"

The second elder waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't look at me, our God of Agriculture is not like this. I'm afraid this guy is not the God of Agriculture at all. He doesn't know how to harvest at all..."

But the next moment.

The moment the sickle fell, the second elder's voice suddenly stopped!

"Whoosh!"

The huge sickle swept across, not like harvesting crops at all. It opened and closed wide and sharp, but it looked like it was on a battlefield!

The sword light that gathered evil energy swept across hundreds of meters!

In just an instant, countless wheat fell down neatly!

It’s not over yet!

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Ugh!"

Bai Qi was like crazy, waving the sickle crazily, waving it thousands of times in an instant as if he was tireless!

Like a dragon, it shuttles through the wheat fields at extremely fast speeds.

The sickle opened and closed widely, and wherever it passed, the wheat seedlings fell neatly, and the fallen leaves were flying in the air.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

“Enjoyable!”

"Who else!"

Bai Qi seemed to be in a deserted land and waved the sickle wildly. At this time, in his eyes, this was no longer harvesting, but killing!

He had no experience in harvesting.

But killing, he's very good at it!

He was the farmer who harvested the world and built the glorious Qin Dynasty with a sickle. His sickle once harvested an era!

But now, a wheat field is nothing!

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"There are more enemies ahead!"

"Break the formation!!"

Bai Qi's roar echoed in the air, and he was like a madman, waving his sickle widely.

In just an instant, a thousand-meter wheat field was harvested, and it was still rushing forward quickly, like a fierce general breaking through the formation!

"He doesn't know how to harvest at all. How can such a delicate job be so open and close? It's just like being on the battlefield... No, that's not right." The second elder suddenly felt something was wrong and froze on the spot for three seconds.
Chapter completed!