Chapter 1044 Reaper of Death: Instantly Kill Everything

The death scythe, covered in pitch black, was only five meters long.

Compared with Wen Zilong's 100-meter-long body, it seems insignificant.

However, when the death scythe appeared, some values ​​immediately appeared in Wen Zilong's mind.

When his eyes saw those third-tier wild dragons on the ground, their vitality appeared in his mind.

Their vitality is only 30.

Tier 5 savage dragons, their vitality is 50.

And when his eyes fell on the Yalong Azeroth in front of him, his vitality reached more than 1000.

However, with the appearance of the Death Scythe, his vitality also began to decline.

1030...

1029...

1028...

This value is not falling fast, but it is not slow.

This death sickle is indeed a perverted weapon.

There is no need to fight the opponent, as long as it is suspended here quietly, the opponent's vitality will be continuously absorbed by the death sickle.

However, as Azeroth escaped, this value began to decrease more slowly.

Wen Zilong sneered, and with a teleportation, he stood in front of Azeroth.

Azeroth is flying at full speed.

Unexpectedly, it directly touched Wen Zilong.

In Wen Zilong's mind, the vitality of Azeroth was crazily decreasing at this time.

1018...

1008...

998...

Previously, it was reduced by 1 point each time.

Now the distance between them is almost 0, and it can be reduced by 10 points each time.

This is too perverted.

Azeroth saw that Wen Zilong had collided with him, and a huge spiritual force on him directly crushed Wen Zilong.

In the mouth, hideous words roared out:

"I don't know what is good or bad. Let me show you what is the third-order peak mental power."

Wen Zilong laughed when he heard this.

The mental power counterattacked instantly.

Azeroth only felt a violent and domineering mental force crushing towards him.

He was terrified.

Hastily withdrew his mental power.

If it was a second later, his mental power might be directly defeated and he would become an idiot.

Frightened, he quickly condensed huge boulders and smashed them hard at Wen Zilong.

As for himself, he turned around and fled again.

However, Purple Lightning blocked the way in front of him, and he could not escape.

Behind him, Wen Zilong shattered the boulder with one claw.

At the same time, the purple lightning bombarded Yalong Azeroth continuously at an incomparable speed.

With the continuous attacks of purple lightning, Azeroth's vitality dropped faster.

Every time the purple lightning strikes, Azeroth's vitality will drop by at least five points.

If there are more, it can even drop by more than ten points.

When I look at it now, Yaron Azeroth's vitality has only more than 600 points left.

Naturally, he couldn't see the decline in vitality.

But he could feel that his condition was much worse than before.

The speed is also a bit slower, and the strength is also smaller.

And most importantly, it is spiritual.

Because he could clearly feel that he was no match for Wen Zilong.

Flapping his wings, he fled forward, roaring:

"Wen Zilong, do you really think you can kill me today?"

"Tell you, the sub-dragon has so many life-saving methods that you can't even imagine. Besides, I am a sub-dragon a hundred thousand years ago."

"Even if your strength is better than mine, so what?"

"So what if you can beat me temporarily?"

"I can't kill me. When my strength recovers, I will tear you alive!"

It's fine if he doesn't say it. Wen Zilong's heart suddenly became angry when he said that.

The pile of corpses that were more than 30 meters high and torn in half came to mind.

He was furious.

In his mind, Azeroth's vitality was only a little over 500 under the constant consumption of the purple lightning.

530...

520...

510...

500!

At this moment, the god of death above Wen Zilong's head arrived, and instantly exuded a breath of death.

This kind of breath can only be felt in hell.

Although this kind of breath is not ice attribute.

But it made all the wild dragons and humans feel chills in their hearts.

Chills down the back.

Even Yaron Azeroth's heart trembled violently.

look back.

Seeing Wen Zilong at this time, his right paw was already holding the death scythe.

The death scythe grows against the wind at this moment.

From the previous five meters long, it reached more than a thousand meters in an instant.

This more than a thousand meters is enough to make up for the distance between them.

Wen Zilong's eyes were full of murderous intent, and his body was full of murderous intent.

The words full of anger roared out from his mouth:

"Azeroth, you die for me—"

The next moment, the death scythe crossed a semicircle with a radius of 1,000 meters in the sky.

Azeroth's body was directly cut into two sections from the middle by this semicircle.

Ezeroth looked at his broken body in disbelief.

how can that be?

How could his own body be cut into two sections like this?

What about the many magic weapons for self-protection?

Why didn't it start?

Moreover, his body was harder than pure gold, and he was chopped into two pieces by this ugly black sickle?

Do not……

To the death, Azeroth did not believe it.

He didn't believe in his many life-saving trump cards, and when his life was threatened, he didn't activate even one of them.

He even didn't believe that he would die in the hands of a Yalong who had just evolved.

How did he know that this was the passive skill of the death sickle.

Death Harvest.

Don't say you are just a Tier 1 dragon.

Even if you are a tenth-order sub-dragon, your body is already so strong that no current weapon can hurt you.

However, as long as your health is below 500.

Still will be killed by the scythe of death.

This is the dominance of Death Harvest!

At this point, Yaron Azeroth was finally beheaded.

At this time, one-third of Wen Zilong's body was covered with carrion, and bones could be seen directly in many places.

There are no eyeballs in a pair of eyes with a diameter of more than one meter.

Just dark eye holes.

In his hand, he was holding a thousand-meter-long death scythe that exuded a dead air.

On the ground, the tenth-level powerhouses of the more than forty dragon temples were all terrified when they saw this scene.

Some begged for mercy:

"Dragon Emperor, we... we were also forced, please... let us go..."

Some were too scared to say a word.

Yes, turn around and run away.

Wen Zilong sneered.

Their vitality is only more than 100.

The death sickle swept across directly.

Strangely, the death scythe swept across the houses and trees near these savage dragons.

But the houses and trees were intact.

Only these savage dragons, tenth tier savage dragons, were all cut into two.

All the tenth-order savage dragons have at least seven or eight kinds of life-saving cards on their bodies.

However, under the death scythe, no life-saving cards were activated.

Wen Zilong, holding the death scythe.

Flapping the tattered wings.

Rise into the air.

As soon as he looked up, he looked up to the sky and shouted:

"Aw—————"

Lately, the pneumonia has been very troublesome. Everyone has nothing special, try not to go out. If you can not visit relatives during the Chinese New Year, try not to go. Play games at home, watch TV novels or something. I believe it will be over soon. come on!