The five figures in the melee obviously did not notice the figure walking towards the hand holding the sickle.

Although the witch's bone body is seriously injured, it is also strong enough.

If the man and woman in the Heroic Spirit Hall had not been strange in the cave and had their heroic spirit consciousness increased to the extreme, they would have been defeated by the witch.

The witch wanted to use them as food rations to restore her body.

"Two kids, I won't play with you."

The bone claws condensed all over the sky, forming a huge white bone arm, and four figures grabbed it.

"Play?

If you can kill us, will you wait until now?"

The man smiled disdainfully, "Junior sister, kill her soul fire!"

"clear."

The woman nodded.

All the attacks of the two men in the Hall of Heroes and their heroes rushed towards the two green lights in the witch's eyes. This is the foundation of the existence of the witch.

Hearing what the two of them said, the witch's boned body subconsciously retreated a little.

"Suffer to die!"

The male in the Heroic Temple roared and his aura slashed at the soul fire in the witch's eyes.

The huge white bone claws were about to collide with the aura.

A black light flashed away.

After the black light flashed, the huge bone claws and the aura emitted by a man and a woman in the Valhalla disappeared.

Zhang Xuan's figure appeared between the two people, with strange black patterns covering Zhang Xuan's neck.

Zhang Xuan held a black sickle in his hand, and the sickle kept spinning.

There are also many wounds clearly visible on Zhang Xuan’s body, many of which were caused by the woman in the Valhalla.

"Are you a little too rude to fight in other people's places?"

Zhang Xuan shook his shoulders and looked at the man and woman.

The witch with the bone body wanted to retreat out as soon as she saw Zhang Xuan resume her actions.

"Have you gone?"

Zhang Xuan didn't look back, and he said nothing without looking at the witch. He slashed the sickle in his hand, and the passage between the arsenal and the cave was shrouded by a faint black air.

The black gas blocked all retreats.

The witch made a voice: "You are deliberately showing weakness in front of these two ants and leading me out!"

"The surname of Zhang, please stop pretending to be a ghost for me."

The man sneered, "You two are..."                                                         

Zhang Xuan waved the sickle in his hand.

The expression on the male's face was suddenly stunned, and one of his arms fell to the ground, and the blood sprayed out of his arms.

"Senior Brother!"

The woman screamed.

The man wanted to control the blood flowing with his energy, but found that he could not do it at all. He never expected that this person who he wanted to cut off was so easy and cut his arm.

"You two are coming for the Temple of the Spirit. You should know that in terms of status, I am the master of the Temple of the Spirit. I am the master of the Temple of the Spirit. You two are in the wrong place. There is no need to stay this God of the Spirit."

Zhang Xuan made a sound, and the purple sword light condensed behind him.

This is the Destroying Demon Sword, this is the sword that can directly kill heroic spirits.

The purple divine sword swung, and the heroic spirit behind the man and woman suddenly disappeared while the magic sword was wielding.

The faces of a man and a woman changed drastically. They suddenly realized that the connection between them and the heroic spirit was cut off! “Puff!”

Blood spurted out from their mouths, and the heroic spirit was closely related to themselves. The heroic spirit was killed and they were also severely injured.

That feeling of powerlessness and fear hit the hearts of both of them.

"The following is guilty of death."

Zhang Xuan held up his life sickle.

The eyes of this man and a woman were filled with fear. The life sickle could bring up the most fearful scene in people's hearts. At this time, the two of them were completely trapped in this fear. If their minds were not firm enough, they would die in this fear and never get out of it.

And now, how could the two people whose heroes were killed be firm?

They will surely be destroyed in the illusion of this life sickle.

Zhang Xuan didn't look at the man and woman again. He turned around and looked at the witch, looking at the white boned body of the witch.

"If you can survive in this state, will the price of the heroic spirit recovering be like this?

Or, what about devouring the former host?

It depends on the age of your bones, it shouldn't be very big."

Zhang Xuan made a sound and made a guess.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

The witch clasped on the black aura.

"What else can I do?"

The black life sickle danced a flower in Zhang Xuan's hands.

"Do you know what consequences will you have if you kill me?"

There was a trembling trembling in the witch's voice.

"Whatever."

Zhang Xuan shrugged, "At worst, I can kill the next one. Actually, I want to ask you a question, and I hope you can answer me."

"I answered, can you let me go?"

The witch talks about the conditions.

"Maybe, it depends on your mood."

Zhang Xuan stepped forward and stared at the green light in the witch's eyes, "You kept saying that my father and I are both blasphemers. I want to know, is it really just blasphemy that what my father did?

Could it be that he didn't, did he kill God?"

God-killing! The witch's body trembled, and she saw a clear murderous intent in Zhang Xuan's eyes.

"I think he must have said more than just blasphemy. Since I am his son, at this step of killing God, I will naturally follow him."

The witch screamed: "You can't..."                                                         �

With the black sickle waving, the witch's voice suddenly stopped, the skeleton's head rolled to the ground, and the green light in his eyes flashed and kept flashing.

"The centipede insect died without being stiff. Since this is the case, it will be crushed."

The Demon Sword of Destroying the World condensed again, and it was a magic sword that could destroy the body and spirit. As the purple light waving, the green light in the witch's eyes completely darkened. After the green light was completely destroyed, the white bone also turned into a pool of powder at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhang Xuan raised his arm, and the black sickle rotated in the air, and then landed steadily on the weapon stand beside him.

A flame burned from the pupils of a man and a woman in the Heroic Hall. The flame burned out the pupils and then burned on the faces of the two. The two made a howl of pain. If you look carefully, their pupils had turned into ashes, and there was a dark and empty space in their eyes.

The screaming sound lingers in the arsenal.

"I have no military resources because I don't have my own ancestral soldiers, right? Old Man Lu, what are the ancestral soldiers you left for me?"

Zhang Xuan took out a key from his pocket. This key was handed over to him by the Holy Lord.

The moment the key appeared, all the ancestral soldiers in the entire arsenal began to tremble, and they couldn't wait to get out of the weapon stand, but were firmly stuck by the weapon stand.
Chapter completed!